Are you and I the fate of the past life, or the fate of this life......?

Ah Lang sighed, a trace of invisible breath, and then submerged into the top of the opposite peak, there was no sonic boom, and there was no trace of dust undulations, the top of the opposite peak, there was no trace in an instant, looking at it, a horse flat river, you can vaguely see the lake in the distance, under the gentle night wind, ripples layer by layer......

"In the vast expanse of the vast universe, the star sky of our Vast Smoke Continent is just one of the planes, and it is an extremely low-level plane. But since ancient times, there have been gods, people, ghosts, demons, monsters, and demons, and the six tribes have coexisted, each living on one side, living in peace, although there is occasional friction, but it is harmless and insignificant. But since the "absolute heaven", the pattern has been reversed, people, ghosts, demons, monsters, demons, the five tribes are prosperous and declining, among which ghosts, demons, monsters, demons, the four tribes have almost disappeared and disappeared. The vast majority of the Terrans are ordinary people in the secular world, and only a few are monks. Only the Protoss is dominant, why is that?" Ah Lang said slowly, still staring at the charming full moon and stars in the night sky.

Yu Jingting, the princess of the Demon Realm beside Ah Lang, was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then lowered her head with frowns and frowned, and was silent in thought.

"Jade Princess, although you are in the demon world, but there is always the blood of my human race flowing in your body, and the monsters torture and kill my fellow human race, the reason I don't know, but there is no doubt that you can drink to quench your thirst, you can only do it for a while, and the final result is bound to be the pain of the relatives and the happiness of the enemy. Are you indifferent to these and let them do whatever they want?" Ah Lang slowly turned his body and looked directly at the princess of the Demon Realm, Yu Jingting.

Yu Jingting, the princess of the Demon Realm, raised her head suddenly, looked at Ah Lang, and said softly: "I have only just arrived in this "Great Wilderness Mountain", but for a few days, I have also heard about the previous things, the Demon World is strictly hierarchical, and the boundary between respect and inferiority cannot be crossed, even if I am a princess, I can't do it. The big and small affairs are controlled by my father alone, and there are as many as thousands of branches of the Demon Realm in the Vast Smoke Continent, and I can only guarantee that the "Great Wilderness Mountain" will not infringe on human beings, and other branches can't do it, I don't have that authority and ability. After saying that, Yu Jingting turned her head to look at the silent night sky.

Ah Lang nodded, didn't say a word, and turned his head to look at the endless night sky......

The ink rain drops scatter the snow out of the pen, the ink lotus on the paper is the beginning of the makeup, the more intense it is a clear water melt love history, splash ink to write love poems, quiet thoughts to say love affairs, lotus out of the mud, people into the sea of love, lotus charming, people dye ink, write all the chapters, still can't express the tenderness of water!

The yellow shape of the paper is still clear, the paper wrinkle is still visible, the people have gone with the wind and rain or with the rain and the soil, the love has faded with the people or passed away at any time and sleeped, sighing that this love can be recalled, but it was already sad at that time.

Look at the desert barren sand at sunset, how many old trees and crows, the wind at the broken soul is like snow, killing in the twilight on all sides, counting the hearts of the people is difficult to calculate the will of heaven, burning all the love silk, a handful of no pull or hanging, is chic or unable to answer, the ashes are over, the bright moon is empty red face loess, it is still the vague eyebrows in the initial dream, this half of the life is cocooned and self-bound, only a love is shorter than the morning dew, even if the last nothingness is difficult to wake up.

Danqing pen, waving the fingers of freehand, soft intestines but Shaohua goes, is the previous life was obsessed, or you can not forget in this life, worry-free sea night rain entangled with water droplets, who plays the flute, is the love owed to you in the previous life, turned into the memory of this life, the lights of Yujing City are bleak and autumnal, and the green silk changes frost and rain.

Back to that moment, the years are silent and frightening, the dead vines grow branches, the original time has been gently wiped, upstairs and under the moon in the dream, standing with the eyebrows still you ah, brushing off the snowflakes on the clothes, looking side by side, the world is vast.

There is only a glimpse of you, but I have a glimpse of a bland and far-reaching attitude towards the world, light, light, never dominated by all things, I am alone in the turbidity, the cicada sheds and drags down, only willing to hold the bright moon and end. A piece of tobacco by the river, a piece of vegetarian.

The years are long and steady, between the millennium, the thousand autumn dreams can be understood, I don't know the face of the millennium, reshape the moon at this time, the history jumps out of the book, the clamor is heavy, restore the dream of a lifetime, the dream of Jin Ge Iron Horse, the bloody war hero.

The moon is sleepless, the heart is full, what to think and what to remember, tonight is the curtain of the west wind seat alone and long. The moon hides people in shallow dreams, worried, what dreams and what they see, and what they feel, and tonight is a breeze and a dream of a snowman who is afraid of dreams. When the moon sets, people wake up alone, thinking about it, worrying about it, crying, tonight, it's a light sleep, and it's naturally awake and refuses to sleep.

People can never see through the mirror, but the smoke and clouds between my fingers, the world for thousands of years, like me for a moment. Life in the world is like a white horse over the knee, suddenly. However, I live a long life, but I can remember every word you say. The illusory world is vast, and once encountered, it will never be forgotten. When the two of them meet, they smile, and if they don't know each other, what's the matter.

"Does the Jade Princess know the division of species levels in this vast universe?" Ah Lang suddenly asked.

The princess of the Demon Realm, Yu Jingting, was stunned for a moment after listening to Ah Lang's words, and then nodded and said: "I once heard my father say that in the infinite universe, there are a total of seven-level species, and we are only equivalent to second-level species. ”

"Then, according to Princess Yu's opinion, even if the Demon Realm can dominate the Haoyan Continent and monopolize unlimited resources in the future, can it reach the top sequence of the sixth-level species?" Ah Lang asked again.

Yu Jingting, the princess of the Demon Realm, immediately hesitated and said: "Maybe it's okay, the so-called things are man-made! Aren't the main gods of the Divine Domain also going through countless years to have today's glory and glory." As long as I work hard and keep forging ahead, I believe that even if I can't reach the height of a sixth-level species, at least I can keep pace with the main gods of the Divine Domain. ”

"Jade Princess, for billions of years, she has reached the top sequence of sixth-level species, and so far, there are only two people in my human race. Don't expect anything from other ethnic groups, I'm not showing off anything, I'm telling you a fact. Your Demon Realm will not be watching the Lord Gods of the Divine Realm, because that is something that will never happen. Let me tell you a little more, the monks often say that there are ants below the realm of the Tao. In fact, below the seventh level of species, all are like smoke. It's all vanity, vain, disillusionment. Ah Lang looked at the princess of the demon world, Yu Jingting, and said in a deep voice.

Yu Jingting, the princess of the demon world, looked at Ah Lang in surprise, dumbfounded, and stood on the spot, unable to say a word.

Ah Lang stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the full moon before dawn, and said softly but word by word......

How can you be young if you are not frivolous, and how can you be proud if you are not presumptuous.

If you are born in the sun, there is an end, and what if you die and return to the underworld. The yang and the earth are similar, only when they drift in a foreign land.

Arrogant and arrogant, bold and bold. The blood stained the six realms, and the sun and the moon held it in the palm of their hands.

Huanyu Star Field's hands are broken, where is the prosperity and singing. Leaning on the clouds to hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

Whoever sends me mountains and rivers one trip after another, who gives me wind and snow one more and more.

"Jade Princess, although you and I have only known each other for a short night, I regard you as a true friend, what I said tonight is from the bottom of my heart, and I hope that Princess Jade will think a lot, don't waste your kindness in the next piece!" After Ah Lang finished speaking, he bowed to Yu Jingting, the princess of the demon world.

The princess of the world, Yu Jingting, also hurriedly returned the salute, and then bowed her head silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

The plain clothes are like clouds, and I suddenly look back at the rhyme. Touched by the veins and the ruler, the ink fragrance clothes are full of wind. Empty the old words of half que, pour the light of the bottle to the moon drink. Ask Jun where is the end of the world?

Lin Feng smiled and was too hurried, ten fingers were sifting through the years, and he borrowed homesickness to weave Shaohua. The sleeves are empty, the heart is self-contained, provoking a lonely face to look at the old day, and the amorous heart relieves sorrow. Fuqin is intoxicated with nostalgia, and the broken strings are even more worrying. Mo Dao was ruthless and disturbed himself, and after dusk, it rained down. Several degrees of wind flying, in front of the court a few twilight autumn flowers. The chin floats away from the world, looking back at the end of the world.

Plain pavilion, the east wind is gone, you have not seen it, and you have lingered for half a lifetime. Spring thin Luo shirt, red dust stranded, how to bear the pen flowers? Shaohua harvested, desert and cold in front of the small building. How can I hear the voice of the Yiren sighing, frowning. The pear snow is full of fragrance, and the show is red and elegant. Passing by with a smile, why bother with love, sorrow is like a thread, pondering the past. It is comparable to a cold heart, Miao Ran is ethereal, leaning on the well and looking forward to returning to the front of the Jade Hall.

The autumn wind complains, the autumn rain ripples, the wind and rain are bleak and sleepless, and the fingers stroke the strings. It is difficult to round love, it is difficult to round people, the boat is far away on the night of the full moon, and the river is cold and by the Feng Bridge. The dew drops are cold, and the light mist and smoke cover the window edge. The wind dyes the bamboo, and the geese pass by. Wipe the mirror and comb the face, Tan Lang Nian, lovesickness has no plan and hatred. The cloud disturbs the wild goose a few times, who looks at the green mountains and admires the green water, and asks you how sad you are?

The autumn curtain of the cold night rolls, and the eyes are full of gloom and sleeplessness. The red candle is difficult to exhaust the old meaning, and the light ink is difficult to write. The pen is tossing and turning, the wind is tight, when is the bright moon still flying, the leaves are scattered, the heart is lightly described, and now it is a cloud. Jun chuckled in his dream, waved his hand into a flower, and stroked the strings. Jun Tianya wandered, Qing turned his hands into rain, indifferently Cen Yuan. Whoever relies on the cast, above the moss, the heart is like a lotus. A tree of osmanthus, the streamer is quiet, blowing the plum flute, lingering in the depths of the clouds, looking at the autumn water for a long time.

A season of prosperity is smoking, dancing a little bit, dancing into a whirl. Twilight is shallow in the cold pond, and Gu Ying is self-pitying. The butterfly wings are remnant, the floating light is rippling, the wind and clouds are scattered, the nine-song continuous corridor is carved, and the red calyx is cold and fragrant. The hand is on the pipa and the moon is under the strings, the green silk is chaotic, and the figure is single. Once the lead fades, a little amazing, the moon is half bent, leaning alone on the waterside, plain refers to the light cold and the city resentment, how can the song end up and people disperse, and smile.

Thousands of flowers have passed through the rain and sent to Xiaoxiang, and Yao dreams deeply Du Yu cried. The jade finger is fragrant, the red sleeves are dyed lonely, and the cold smoke contains dew drops. The rain sprinkled the water of the piano table, and there was a little tenderness. The willow is purple smoke, the ink is dyed with pearls, and the stratus clouds are carved and built. The green bamboo deep pavilion paints the traces of Luan, and the mountains and rivers meet the acquaintances. The red clothes are stained with dew, the smoke is clear and the water is clear, and the incense catches the poetry. Zhu Window Flower leans on whoever is late, and there is no trace of the quicksand stream. is full of elegance, and he is obsessed at this time, and he can't bear to mention it.

The jade fingers are slender and slim and the cloud makeup is delicate, and the guqin is quiet and short. Lin Feng rejuvenated the pavilion, and autumn tears poured into sleep. Who cuts splendid scenery near the window, and when to try the gorgeous clothes through the curtains. This intention is wandering, comparable to the lovesick night.

Ah Lang's mind couldn't help but think of some things that would happen in the future that he saw in meditation, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious and worried in his heart, but he was helpless? Because what will happen in the future is not something that can be reversed and changed by his current self. If it is forced, it will make things more and more inclined to develop on the bad side, and all Ah Lang can only wait silently for what is about to happen, and then face it calmly, according to the situation, because now he can only do this, there is no other way.

Unless he can achieve the cultivation of the first human ancestor Earth Mother, giving birth to all things, destroying all things, collapsing the sun and moon, and annihilating the star domain, it is just a matter of words and thoughts.

But for Ah Lang at this stage, that kind of cultivation is undoubtedly a fool's dream and a fantasy......