"Boy, you are the only one who has entered this picture scroll so far. Although this scroll is the result of your mind, it is definitely comparable to the effect of the original scroll. The original picture scroll was conjured up by my father's supreme cultivation, and it was blessed by the first emperor of the demon world, although after the erosion of the eternal years, the prohibition in the picture scroll has been attenuated, but if the power of state of mind enlightenment has not reached the realm of the fourth-level species or even the fifth-level species, the mind will not be able to enter the scroll at all. Although your cultivation is still shallow, but the realm of mental enlightenment, even I am amazed!" the big skeleton looked at Ah Lang and said softly.

After listening to the words of the big skeleton, Ah Lang hurriedly bowed down and humbly excused himself.

"Senior, since the kid can come to the picture scroll, since he has a fate with you, what do you need to help, as long as the kid can do it, despite the command, the kid will do his best to help the seniors fulfill their wishes. After Ah Lang finished speaking, he bowed to the big skeleton.

After listening to Ah Lang's words, the big skeleton was silent, and after a long time, he said softly: "If you can go to the ghost domain in the future, please ask me to find Lan Ruolan, the princess of the demon world, and tell her that I have never forgotten her, and I have been thinking about her silently." ”

After listening to the big skeleton's words, Ah Lang hurriedly bowed down and agreed to his request.

The moon, the breeze, the clouds, the clouds. Yuxia River is wide, and the couples dance together in the flowering dream.

Microthoughts, heart silence, broken dreams, memories. The empty steps are floating, and the moon and cold stars are drunk and thoughtful.

Reminiscing about the past and working together. It's unbearable to look back, how sad is it?

A song of Yangguan, eclipsed, only parting. By the broken bridge, the remnant embankment is empty. The withered grass is covered, and the tired willows are several rows. Autumn Creek Spiegel, a few points of sparse stars. The cold wave is not settled, and the love is sad. Thinking of the beauty here, the mountains cover thousands of miles, and the water is oblique nine times, like a wind knife piercing the heart. The eyes were clear, they looked at each other speechlessly, and said "go", which was not tied to Lanzhou, cold and sad.

Melancholy, chilling. Climb the building to the top of the eye, the things are gorgeous and resting, the mountains are shallow and the clouds are shallow, and the first line is after the sunset.

Looking at the remnants, sad. Yurong is lonely, and Zhu Yan is haggard. When the grass and flowers bloom, there is no sound and two faint faces.

The clouds fly long with the geese, and the mountains love the sunset. I don't know, the autumn wind is late, and the color is faint. The black magpie inhabits, and the fishing wood returns. The gray lights are dotted and intricate. The bell is Liao Liao, and Lin Jing is smoky. Looking at Chanjuan in the air, I don't know where is Xiaoxiang? The mist was thick and purple was lingering. The clouds are white, and the hands are cold. It's a pity to meet indefinitely, and drink to the shadow. One sake, two places are sorrowful. My heart is long, and Zhou Gong has not solved it.

Dangerous buildings and empty pavilions, glazed gold houses. The courtyard is deep, tightly locked and turns. Clear and dewy, the nightingale is quiet, and the shadow is staggering. Since parting, it is difficult to send the ruler, and the sorrow has been away for a long time. The poolside is cold soaked in Luo socks, and the shadow is frowning. Who weeps to themselves in the dream? Tears turn into death.

Quiet pavilion steps, looking at the moon by the railing. Penglai Immortal Palace, deep in the clouds. Jade hall bead foil, guzheng sheng song. Yao Chi raised a glass, and the immortals drank together. The silver toad is cold, and the laurel tree is fragrant. Su'e Yutu, it hurts my heart. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, Cheng Lian is separated. The difficulty of the dragon boat is that the water is secluded and the river is wide. With affection, his eyes fell into tears.

The majestic wind is not endless, and Tsinghua is reflected. Falling red all over the ground, Pisces frolicking. Alone next to the swing, the moon is not wet. Swaying a season of cold autumn, the fragrance is gone. In the past, it was a little prosperous, but it has become Keran. Only a bright tear remains!

The west wind blows, and the rouge spreads. The shadows of the flowers danced, and the sleeves were messy. The orchestra flute, the green silk is broken. Choke before singing, and sprinkle delicate faces. It's hard to say empty hatred, and loneliness is buried deeply. Seeing things and thinking about you, love is born. In the hazy place, the golden wind meets the jade dew. Lovesickness is hard to collect, spreading wantonly, and remembering your face. You know, who do you want to ask?

The vicissitudes of the world, the red dust is sad, and everything is sad. The world is sorrowful, dreams are haunted, and the voice is bitter. Wandering the incense path carelessly, wandering alone for no reason. Smelling the cries, watching the flowers and dancing, and enjoying the sunset, the West Lake is full of tears. The blue bird is diligent, and it is the year of the year, when will the clouds be called?

The end of the night is long, and the thoughts are strong. The wax is dry with tears, and I want to talk to the west window. Sadness trickles, suspicious of He Xiliu. Distracted, plucking the strings. Ripple is tired and goes up to the tall building alone. The wine is remnant, and the fragrance is far away. The sky is lonely, and the laughter is obsessed. Yao asked Junqing when he would return? The dream turned a thousand times, and the autumn rain continued. The curtain is heavy, and the phoenix curtain is embroidered. The red candle is faint, and the incense is slightly turned. The blue screen reflects each other, and the empty mountains are deep and secluded. Jade silk brocade box, red makeup dull. Thick smoke curls up, and the residual fragrance is lost. The moon and a half screen window are sad and sleepless. Silk and green quilt, solitary pillow. The love is dimmed, and the mandarin ducks are accompanied. How do you get through tonight? The corners of his lips are slightly slanted, and he doesn't have to speak. A touch of lovesickness, a dream together......

The bees and butterflies dance, and the grass grows and the warbler flies. The new swallow pecks at the mud, and the shallow grass covers the knee. Holding the hand of the son, laughing and chasing. Yingying spring water, want to talk coquettishly. The spring is full of birds, and a hundred flowers greet each other. At sunset, they are close to each other. The mountains and the sea oath, the ends of the earth. Inseparable, inseparable. The ancients said: In the original heaven as a winged bird, in the earth is willing to be a branch. When it was a beautiful day, I suddenly heard the sound of rain knocking on the window lattice. The short candle burned with ashes, and the body was alone and the night was broken. The Red Chamber was exhausted and heartbroken......

It's a pity that the mountains and rivers are in the north of time, it's a pity that people come and go between you and me, white tea and Qinghuan have nothing else, I am waiting for the wind and waiting for you, the bitter wine and willows are separated today, there is no wind, no moon and no you.

"Is there a possibility that the cultivation of the predecessors can be restored?" Ah Lang said in a deep voice as he looked at the big skeleton.

"It's hard to climb to heaven, in countless years, I have tried to restore my cultivation after integrating many cultivation exercises in my memory, and I have spent almost all my time on cultivation, but all of them have been in vain and have failed. The reason for this is that I don't have the cornerstone of my flesh and blood, and I only have a ruined skeleton left, and I can't follow the meridians to enter the acupuncture points and attribute my strength to my body. Unless you can find the pure spiritual juice of heaven and earth and reshape your flesh and blood body, you can hope to recover your cultivation. After the big skeleton finished speaking, he looked up at the sky, his empty eyes staring directly into the void, and sighed.

After listening to the words of the big skeleton, Ah Lang took out a bottle of Heavenly Marrow Liquid from his arms and handed it to him with both hands.

The big skeleton took the small jade bottle, looked at it hesitantly, and then gently pulled the cork, and a rich aura instantly permeated the entire painting.

The big skeleton hurriedly closed the small jade bottle anew, looked at Ah Lang and said: "This jade bottle contains the purest spiritual juice essence in the universe, which has a great effect on the recovery of my flesh and blood. ”

After Ah Lang listened to the words of the big skeleton, he nodded at him with a smile, and then tapped the ground with his left index finger, and in an instant, a round hole three feet square and dozens of zhang deep appeared in front of the big skeleton, and a thick spiritual liquid filled the round hole in the blink of an eye.

The big skeleton looked down at the pure spiritual liquid of heaven and earth in the round cave in front of him, then looked up at Ah Lang, and said slowly: "Young man, I don't thank you for my great kindness, and after I have recovered my cultivation in the future, I will definitely say thank you again." After saying that, the skeleton body jumped into the round hole until the spiritual fluid flooded the entire skeleton body.

Ah Lang watched the big skeleton sink into the spiritual liquid in the round cave, and then raised his head to look at the sky, silent, and pondered......

A smoke and rain fell red wounds, white moonlight, adding melancholy, and there was no fragrance of flowers on the empty branches.

A few Danqing paintings are swan songs, the ink is already cold, so what's the matter, pay attention to the prosperity of three thousand.

Borrow a branch of spring, put flowers into wine,

Keep the incense in mind, and pour a full cup in the past.

Invite a paradise, the lover will not return,

A thousand cups are hard to get drunk, and there is no regret when you swallow sorrow and hate.

and will turn the past into wind and clouds, and then bury the past in the dust,

There is no need to divide the merits and demerits, I don't need to ask.

Don't ask for friends to form a group, but seek to know yourself as one,

When the moon sings, the wine is warm, and the grievances are laughed and talked about into the annual ring.

The light rain moistens the world, the gazebo shades the smoke and clouds,

Clear and shallow filaments, multiplying the hazy poetry.

The falling flowers are independent, and the breeze sends dark fragrance,

withered into mud, adding to the confusion.

The truth of this life is just a flower in the moon mist in the water,

I can't see clearly, it's already fallen into sand.

In this life, it is just tea in a cup of wine,

One bite is already a wandering world.

Although he was brilliant, dripping love and hatred were sorrowful,

The love in the play is long

Acting as a golden phoenix, he has no choice but to end the show.

Open yesterday's chapter, a little lovesick and send poems,

Yiren makeup

There are no more wide-sleeved gorgeous clothes, and the curtain is only sad.

The dark incense floats, sneaking into the dream,

The boudoir does not know the strong sense of spring.

Pieces of red, dancing in the breeze,

Prosperity is already in the smoke and rain.

As soon as the piano is played, the liver and intestines are broken. The long song is tactful, and the road is long.

When you abandoned me to go to the border pass, I heard that the night wind was cold outside the territory.

Lonely Shadow Shan, who is the companion. Morning twilight, tears ripples.

Now I am waiting for the victory of the king's battle, and then I will see the slanting sun dyeing the country.

Three thousand red dust, warbler Yanyan,

It's not as good as your clever smile, eyebrows flowing,

Since then, I have been sleepless for you.

High-ranking officials in the temple, heavy power in brocade clothes,

can't get the green water and clear mountains, the fence courtyard,

From now on, I will be free in the world and rejoice with you at sunset.

Ah Lang looked at the end of the void sky, and it seemed that the vague, but graceful and graceful woman had reappeared, nodding at the big skeleton in the round hole below, as if he was rejoicing that he would now have the opportunity to resume his cultivation.

In the dark, who is whose concern and whose destiny is who? Who can distinguish clearly and speak thoroughly?

Like the Earth Mother, the ancestor of human beings, the supreme existence at the top of the sixth-level species sequence, can not control the cycle of fate, and can only be helplessly lonely at the bottom of the lake, suffering the erosion of the years alone!

Ah Lang looked at the vague figure of the woman in the void sky obsessively, as if he wanted to see her clearly, but she was always in a haze, swaying, unable to see clearly......

A song can always remind people of a past event and a person. A smile, a look back, can always leave a warm fragment, leaving a distance to look up. The dust of the soul exudes warmth. Walking through spring, summer, autumn and winter, walking through the warmth of the heart, on the road of life, I met you, I said that it is spring flowers.

Across the horizon, through the direction of the years. The tenderness and brightness add a warm touch, and the corner of the wind and dust, I see your figure, at the moment of turning around. Reuniting with you, recalling the time of my youth, I remember your bright warmth in my heart. The years are quiet, I am lonely, I think of everything you have paid to me in the past, your goodness, your smile, accompanied me through the four seasons of life, day after day boring, it is you who gave me a sunny world, adding a warm harbor to me.

In winter, the snow plum blossoms stand tall even in the wind and snow. Because of the fragrance in my heart, because you understand my deep meaning, cai

So that the sunlight around him crossed the indifference between his five fingers. Light ink and clear joy, wandering through the flowers and clouds of life, there are your blessings and care of the four seasons in the years, and your brightness and remembrance. A trip to the mountains and rivers, a piece of paper, all make me feel warm in this cold winter. I am grateful for the truth, this brightness that you have given me in this narrow time.

Life is a painting, and flowers are poetry. In the spring of that year, the mountains of tea in my hometown were full of tea leaves, and it was the season of picking. Patches of green tea mountains, in the form of ladders and one level at a time, tea trees dark green clusters, colorful to enjoy the charm of the green mountains. I miss that season, which is the charm of nature, and since I miss it, I will go home and re-experience the colors of that childhood.

The precipitation of the years, along the two long trajectories of life, the heart seems to return to the tranquil youth of youth, the clear sky, the warm sunshine, the plain woman, the round red face, a white scarf around the neck, it also seems to be white and spotless, full of youthful loveliness, you said that you remember my youthful face in your heart. White clouds and blue sky, I sent the time to unbearable, I said that I have an old appearance, and my smile is not as calm as it was back then. The traces of the years have written the vicissitudes of life, you say that you are older than me, and the old ones are so old that I can't recognize them.

With you, it is the clear warmth of life, if God can let you go back to the past, if life can come back, you say that a colorful encounter, will not let go far. I have been hiding on the edge of the siege, keeping your warmth in my heart, not daring to take a step, I am afraid that my dusty heart will give you the disappointment you expect. My numb body can no longer withstand the dust and dust. So, I locked up the red dust, locked my emotions in the gray memory, and I was willing to be alone with myself to the point of silence.

Heart, according to your remembrance, in this quiet night, recall the missed youth, the missed love. Recalling a rubbing shoulders in the red dust, it is like the reincarnation of the beginning of heaven and earth, and it hides the promise of the mountain alliance and the sea oath. Hundreds of millions of years ago, your youthful whispers are still in your ears, and the familiar voice is not stained by the earth, but the distance is at the end of my world. The chords of emotion have been walking, and the morning and twilight are irreplaceable, and you said that we have met in real existence, and you just don't want to disturb my life.

The fragrance of ink is warm, I will bloom in your dust, and you are silently caring not far away. Talking about the years of youth, I don't dare to say my thoughts, I'm afraid that the words that don't turn back hurt your obsession, I know that I am the still blue in your heart. You don't give up the dust, the mountains and the sea oath are too far, I just want to say, it is enough to have this feeling, it is enough to have an obsession and watch, I think lightly, my heart sings for you truthfully, the breeze and the moon, I have remembered you in my heart.

The simple life of every day, walking quietly in the dust, the trivial things of the family, will also be busy, life is still in the ordinary cycle, not the slightest wave, I come and go. I miss your warmth for many years, and the thick time is full of concern for me. You are so ordinary, so hot and affectionate, I can't help but miss it? You are like a starry sky, accompanied by me faintly far away, accompanied me through a thousand sails, drifting since then there is a reliance, your gentleness leans on my harbor.

It is difficult to meet separately, the years are like flowing water, and meeting on a familiar street corner is the beauty of a firework. You said that time has passed, I am still so gentle and soft-spoken, and my warm heart is condensed in the time of farewell, it is fate that makes you stand in the original place, watching my ups and downs, stubborn and stubborn. If life can be repeated, you must stand in front of me, waiting for me to appear with a graceful attitude.

A true love and warmth are read in the bottom of my heart, precipitating countless happiness desires in life. Someone once said that stupid people are happy marginal people, dancing in their own world, without wind and rain and mud, and time is not hurried. I chew slowly, savor, the fate of life, with happiness, life needs a confiding tolerance, needs an honest understanding, give me an open state of mind, accompanied by the bright sunshine, if you have been there, I will not be separated in the dust, I will be at peace.

Along the way back of memory, guarding the joy of this life, the years are fragrant, and the time is hidden, but the face is old. Gently snuggle up on your smile and think about your every word of care. Life is the same as ever, a thousand people and thousands of encounters, in this exhausting journey, the heart is quiet, you say that I can only be your scenery, everything is destined to be powerless to change. When everything becomes a thing of the past, when I describe the past years with my heart, do you know that it was too late, there were no words, accompanied by the passing of time, and the traces of indifference.

Open the lonely like a flower, and make yourself more lonely. The heart, like a quiet little flower, is hidden in a hundred layers of cover, swaying and lonely figure, blooming in the fragrance of vicissitudes. Life is like a dream, the dust flowers bloom, the wind passes through the time of the flowing water, in the silence to go farther and farther, meet like a prosperity, meet you at the most beautiful time, but in the past prosperity in the memory, this love is dependent, turn around is the distance. On the other side of the dust, there is misty smoke and rain in life, but we are separated by years and time.

Affection between the eyebrows, do not forget your thoughts, once affectionate encounters, now fall in the memory of the hope. Your appearance, your perfection, and the pure and white youth will be haunted by prosperity, and the only thing is only the lovesickness of memories. Ann and a corner of the soul, pouring through the clouds and water, hidden memories, listening to the longevity and shortness of life, I stand in the direction of the other end, staring out of the dust, the flowers fall do not know where to go, the flowers fall full of autumn cold.

Affectionate past, harmonious chord rhyme and quiet tune, accompanied by the passing years of gentle singing. Thinking is happiness, this life, with me with you, is enough to be quiet, no regrets and no regrets. Send the years, and a warm and touching memory, I believe, and also persistently affirm, you will accompany me through the years of whitehead, through the thousand autumns.

Ah Lang's eyes were gradually filled with a thick mist, and he did not use it to dissolve, but let the mist gather into water, dripping down the corners of his eyes on his chest and the ground, until it sank into the soil......