Ah Lang and Qi'er were shocked beyond measure, and they watched the lake water evaporate by the sound of crying......

Ah Lang said secretly in his heart: Good Nima, who is this woman? The eldest brother of the temple Yuanling was stunned by her, and he didn't dare to breathe. This cultivation can definitely sweep away the nine main gods of the Divine Domain, and it is estimated that it is also a matter of blowing a breath! Hundreds of millions of years, that is to say, this woman has existed for at least a billion years, I am a mother! What kind of life is this? Millions of years of life are all luxury dreams for Lang Ye! You guy has directly soared to hundreds of millions of years of life, maybe, probably, it may be that in order to save Qi'er, my soul was overdepleted and I heard poorly. Well, it must be a meso-purple drop!

"This palace and the two of you are really fateful, I have been sleeping here for more than two billion years, I didn't expect to wake up, I can meet two handsome men and beautiful women, you two are partners!" The woman stopped crying, and her voice was extremely soft and comfortable.

"Yes, senior, in Xia Gui Ah Lang, this is my fiancée Li Yiqi. Dare to ask the seniors who ......" Ah Lang endured the shock in his heart, bowed to the palace in the distance, and said.

"Who am I? It's been so long ago that Hongu has long forgotten it. Even if I remember to tell you both, you won't know. Are the four divine beads in the Vast Smoke Continent well placed?" the woman said suddenly.

After Ah Lang listened to the woman's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The four divine beads of the Haoyan Continent were originally placed in the underground palaces of the four major dynasties, and some time ago, they were robbed of a "Demon Spirit Pearl" by the Xiaoxiao people in the Chaohua Dynasty, and the "Hongmeng Pearl" placed in the Yujing Dynasty and the "Chaos Pearl" of the Hanjing Dynasty were taken out in advance and hidden. Now the traitors in the Haoyan Continent are rampant, colluding with monsters to subvert the four dynasties, so that the people of Li are caught in the flames of war, stealing the four divine beads, and then vainly trying to find the last "Heavenly Dao Pearl", so as to achieve its ulterior secret. ”

There was silence all around, no sound, not even the lake was still.

After a long time, the woman let out another long sigh......

Alas......

"This palace knows that you are a good boy, thank you! Human beings are very complex animals, with seven emotions and six desires, and are easily tempted and used by external objects. How many people in the world are truly undeceived?

"The seniors have won the award, and as a member of the Haoyan Continent, eradicating the traitors and young people, supporting justice, and forever keeping the peace of the Haoyan Continent, this is what the kid should do! Compared with the ancestors who died and died in order to protect the star field of the Haoyan Continent, the kid is invincible. Ah Lang hurriedly bowed and said.

"Male doll, you're very good at talking. Although the boasting is a bit exaggerated, it is from the heart, sincerely, and does not deceive the palace. You have entered the bottom of the lake, and everything you say is the truth, otherwise, even if you have the protection of the master, this palace will not be able to do anything to you, but it will drive you out. The woman suddenly thought to Ah Lang.

After Ah Lang listened to the woman's words, his face was calm, but his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly bowed again.

"The Vast Smoke Continent is the last pure land of mankind, and no one can destroy it, no matter who he is......! Otherwise...... Not ......"

Before the woman finished speaking, she immediately burst into a soft cry and muttered......

After a long time, the woman whispered slowly......

The dust of thoughts dreams and flowers dance, the breeze of the heart and the butterflies flutter, and the red sleeves add fragrance and songs as companions. You come to me, if you don't come, I'm still there, looking forward to the end of the world, sending infatuation from afar. The wish is full of flowers, and the melancholy is lonely. The moon is gone, who is the heart open for? The lonely lamp is thin, who is the love?

Guard. A state of mind, a glass of sake, haggard and full of eyes, melancholy crawled into the heart. The windows are dark and green, and the moon shadow is oblique and red.

The light yarn is swaying, the red leaves are peeling off, the love cup is turning into butterflies, and complaining about the twilight of the sunset, and the end of the song is scattered, only the sad people know. The beauty is in the mirror, the tears are thousands, the water is flowing and the moon is shadowing, who is it for. Ask Jun how drunk he is, until the waning moon climbs the canyon early, ask the flower shadow in the mirror, who is red, ask the waning moon in the water, who is the face. The moon shines on the flowers clearly and clearly, the warmth between the ten fingers is still there, and the passing years in the fingers have been stepped on in the fairy tale of youth.

The wind dispelled the waning moon, shook his fingers and fell among the flowers, the beauty dripped, the hero urged the broken intestines, smiled, resisted thousands of flashies, drowned three thousand, I only took a scoop, whose hand, for me to bounce off the wind and frost on the armor, whose ambition has caused chaos in my world, and whose sword has cut off ten thousand pieces of elegance. Condense all your thoughts and wait for that shallow relationship for you. The midnight is quiet, and the dawn is dawning.

The filament is soft and soft, and a few handfuls of water flow. A song that breaks the strings and plays the sorrow. Lonely after dusk. The clear ink is still the same. Wet red hated the ink and sealed the question, wanting to relieve the tears. Hundreds of soft intestines are sent by the wind, and the pen is sent to the bottom of the heart. Haggard and damaged, a little prosperous and red, who is the Yiren gradually emaciated. The crescent moon shines on the west building like a hook, the pillow is sleepless, and the night is cold and thorough. Thousands of lamps, lovesickness has no chance. Idiot, don't be young with a silk head, the Old Testament flat boat.

Full moon flowers, the wind is shaking, a round of cold moon lamps, yellow leaves flying, drunk dreams and death, red cinnabar tears, rain on the moon, dust pouring wind, heart silk and blue flowers, cold flowers and autumn millet, no three-inch gaze, alone on the west building, star language and jade soft, star lanterns are diffuse, it is difficult to warm the face, it is difficult to double the single shadow, frost and snow, red face Fu, peach blossom wine, pear blossom dew, three lives of love, song song, fate extinguished, He Nai. Thousands of songs, thousands of rivers and mountains, and beautiful flowers.

With few thoughts, the flowers are speechless. Who sends the breeze to the bright moon, and guards the capital to bury the flowers. When I met you, the plum was grinding the dust, and the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River were green. A note of pure white and delicate snow Xuan, like flying flowers and smoke moon, gently knocks on each other's hearts. Thousands of years of deep alleys, the wind returns to the bamboo language, and the slight shadow glimpses the sky, just like the return of the old man. Since then, I have poured my heart into warm love, September, and love.

The bright moon shines on the deep courtyard, and the people in the secluded path have not been returned. Playing the old songs with ease, the flowers are also sad. The past is full of history, spring goes to spring and back. Ning Yue thought about it from afar, but Haoyue was still speechless, ten fingers Qianqian, and she couldn't finish the attachment in her heart. The good night is lonely, Chanjuan is alone, the light is soft, the lovesickness flows, the melancholy lingers, the tears are down, the ice teardrops are cool through the heart. The flowers are cold in the lonely night, the birds are whispering, the soft breeze is soft, and the heart is chaotic.

Nanshan farewell song, a deep love, bead curtain autumn blowing, water lily in Jinshui, September dust, rouge tears. Slimmed face, fattened poems, a song of Guzheng Yinxuan, the early spring moon, full of poetry, like a flower nectar, if the water is three thousand, only take a scoop to drink, Qingzhao jade inkstone, snow shadow lonely, peach blossoms, cold heart window, addicted to agarwood, Qinqing is full of drunk. The sound is dashing, the purple smoke is curling, and the dance under the moon is drunk and the breeze is blowing.

The cold wind and cold dew freeze the new branches, and the severe frost and fog soak the shadows shallow. The snow falls on the jade body and moistens the dew, and the proud head makes the ancient strings independently. Drunk leaning on the windowsill to read the moon, idle play the old full of spring. Who is the companion of the lovesick interpretation, and there are few people who are lonely in the empty fence?

Falling flowers are like snow, and sparse plums make shadows. Who is in the Little Red Pavilion? The jade hairpin knocks on the bamboo at first sight, and the wind shadow is slightly distinct. A cry will come to an end, and the old year is this year. The cold smoke and cold fog and the moon are thick, only the residual fragrance is in the dark, the snow is falling and the plum falls, the people in front of them, the branches are speechless, and the meditation is chaotic. It is full of thin branches and flowers, and the dark fragrance flies across. The old traces of the wind cage are gone, the soul is far away, sighing at the beginning, the far away, the shadow is gone.

The faint plum blossoms want to dye the fragrance, and the clouds reflect the frost pond. The sparse branches are tender and the east wind is blown, and the white snow makes new makeup. Spring willows on the side of Qingxi Bridge, two mandarin ducks on Yanbo Lake. The greenery relieves the frost on the cold branches, and the golden light and silver shadow surrounds the forest.

The night is sorrowful, and the dreams are bitter. In the mirror, between the eyebrows, who can bear to see, the green silk frost, more Nakan, the sea swears with the wind, and the pen is difficult to achieve. The words are broken and the ink is dry, all the words are a few twists, the shadow is far away, the cold moon hangs in the sky, and the Hui Liang Zhu Hu is gradually damaged. old

When the voice of the voice is swallowed, I can't see it all, and three thousand are lost. Who is pitiful, the slope is cold, and I want to leave and take care of it.

Ling Hanye distinguishes Mei Fang, and the snow reflects the soul of the flower. Leave a dark shadow with a thorough jade skin, and look for the king to Xiaoxiang several times. The sparse branches are lying on the high platform, and the jade stamen steals the incense and secretly opens it. The clear shadow is not separated from the cold mountain and moon, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

Red frost dyed dreams, Liang Zhu turned into butterflies, sang Qi dreams, and cinnabar shadows. The snow is fluttering, the road is long, the heart whispers at night, a flute is cold, and the eyebrows are moved sadly. The frost covers the windows and the shadows are dark, the people are independent, the tears are full of eyes, and the intention has not disappeared. Shaohua is rising, who is the total, twilight dynasty, and few flowers. If you want to ask where the trail is, step on the mango shoes and cross the bridge. The snow is flying all over the sky, looking at the shadow of the flowers, looking for the soul of the flowers. The red candle sheds tears, the smoke flies, and the empty branches are provoked, and the frost of the empty tree is thick. A broken draft, Gu Tianliang, writing and raising the case, is difficult to accept.

In his life, he was obsessed with light fragrance, and the cold moon was sparse and frightening. Ren Erchun is delicate, and the thin shadow comforts the feelings. Dream lock Hanmei reminisces about the old tour, and the soul is gone. Partial color outside the three-point rhyme, drunk eyes hazy and unfinished.

A rhetorical chapter, the soul of the flower is broken, a song is gone, and the fingers are slightly cool. Shaohua is burdened with red faces, and three thousand green silks turn into snow at dusk. Cut a corner of the heart, hold a pillar of sandalwood, a little red dust, think about the lead, the past is like a cloud. Between the flowers, the cold window, the plum forest, the snow shadow. Scene by scene, scene by scene, frost and snow dream, red dust love, people are like yesterday, the moon is like a hook, the words are not prefaced, the plum is sparse, the shadow is sparse, rest, what do you want in this life?

Dancing green, Lingbo microstep, the green cloud fairy westward wishes. Isn't it just makeup, Baise condensation. The pear presses the begonia, and the moon clothes are shower. Gloomy, purple-red, yellow-green. Shame a hundred flowers, hate neon clothes, snow sighs in winter without green, elegant minus three points.

The curtain rolls up in autumn, and the geese pass through the cold building. Falling smoke, Manchu Qing autumn. Huanyixi thin moon, a song of zither, a handful of autumn rhyme. Ren Qiu's voice is getting closer, and Ren Qiu's voice is getting farther and farther. Let the years flow with the sound of autumn, the sound of the piano, and the quiet moon. Full of chrysanthemums, the tranquility of the heart is safe. At the end of Qingping, the end of the pampering, the plum of autumn, the shadow of the cut heart, gradually lost in the broken string. The sound of jade shattering was shocked, and it hurt Qiuya.

The breeze is still there, and a light cloud is flying in the sky. The ripples of the lotus leaves on the lake are blowing the boat, and the harmony is soft around the fingers. Draw your face to the sky in the mirror, and smile without a trace. Leaning on the railing, staring and thinking, a clear autumn air is refreshing. The harmony inscription, a bitter and temporary burial, looking for the sound and leaning on the song, a curtain of melancholy shallow rolling. But with Loulan, pour out tenderness, not slow or impatient, elegant and clear, don't make sadness lock Qingqiu.

Flowers and plants in front of the court, the full moon is quiet, and the fog is overflowing. Who smiles in the dream, the moon is faint and the night is dawning. The sound of the piano accompanies the flute, and the flute wind is light and the curtain is high. The dream climbs the high pond, the ink is melancholy, the dust paints the boat, and the blue yarn does not collect the small Xuan window. When we meet, we will not forget the wind and rain, and it was once like a brocade. Draw the bridge and stream, the dust is flying, and the wind is cooler in autumn. Outside the window, the fog is quiet and the wind is quiet. The boat in the clouds, a glass of wine is sorrowful. On the red dust, leaning on the window and dipping in ink, the thoughts are still the same.

Qi'er listened to it as if she was fascinated, her eyes rubbed with tears, and she whispered the woman's words in her mouth.

"Girl, this palace knows everything you say, have you memorized everything?" the woman asked awkwardly.

Qi'er was in her thoughts, and when she heard the woman's words, she was startled, and then bowed to the palace in the distance, and said, "Every word that the predecessor said, Qi'er remembered it all. ”

Then he repeated every word the woman said.

"Good, good, good, Qi'er, you are really very good, a person with a great memory like you is rare to meet in a million years. Thank you, what this palace said, there are some experiences in my life and cultivation, I hope that the two of you can pass it on to the people who are destined in the future!"

After Ah Lang and Qi'er listened to the woman's words, they hurriedly bowed together, bowed to the end, and never got up for a long time.