Ah Lang sat on the chair, crossed Erlang's legs, tasted the "konjac charm tea", looked down at the tea, and slowly looked up at the shining moon and the twinkling stars in the night sky......

Life is like tea, don't talk about other people's shallowness, life is like the moon, don't talk about your own shortcomings, life is like a dream, don't wait for yesterday's look. Manners at the fingertips are a sentence of the past, between talking and laughing, it is a one-sided word, a lot of things can't be put down, it's easy to become helpless, and a lot of things can't get easy to become scars. The relationship is deep and shallow, and a joke is worthy of conscience, living up to the kindness of his parents, and not delaying his future. Pattern is a kind of life, but also a kind of attitude, do yourself well, practice the love of enlightenment, is the greatest forgiveness.

There are and there are none, gains and losses in life, but there is no turning back, there is no goodbye to the vicissitudes of life, and the remaining sunset is the best expression of yourself. Ten fingers are concerned, life is wordless, there is a meeting, and there is an indifferent, ordinary heart, which can cross the life of today, the irritable mind, and the blueprint of life. Say goodbye, look at a sentence forever, have a clear conscience, can't be too full, don't fight for the top, don't fight for respect, and the heart can go wide.

A fate, silent, gloomy, as if there is nothing, only to know how romantic life is, the end of the world, the moment is the afterlife. The encounter is endless, today, the flowers are inexorable, but the remnants of life, only to know this life, life into the play, a glass of wine, a lifetime of fate. Wait, it's not that you don't leave it, you think, it's not that you don't ask or talk, you walk and you scatter, people are tired of living, but you can't be too tired. If you delay time, you will miss a little, delay yourself, you will miss more, delay others, you will miss a part of your life.

When you are quiet, you can see a person clearly, and when you are patient, you can remember a sentence, and if you are patient, you can find a past. After the flowers bloom, you will see a fate, and after remembering it, you will talk about a past, ask some questions, say some difficulties, and let go. Walking for a while, you can think of a lot of vicissitudes, crossing a bridge, you can think of a lot of future, life experience, speed depends on yourself. For a lifetime, distinguishing others is the ability, distinguishing oneself is wisdom, and mastering life is the pattern.

A person's life, the life of the heart, sometimes can't be said, sometimes can't ask, look at it and scatter, think about it. Right and wrong are like the game, go to some things, come to some people, say some words, understand some hearts, this is life. There is no rehearsal in life, there is no rehearsal in life, you can't go back to the past, you can only think about what you want, you can only ask if you are simple, walk back, don't delay, don't miss it.

There is a kind of seeing, there is not seeing, there is a kind of thinking, there is only waiting, there is a kind of saying, it can only stop and go. What is fate, what is desire, is just a foothold in life, quiet, will be a little sober, a little delay, will miss a lot, loss is a kind of fate, get is a mood.

Walking alone, drinking tea lightly, lonely as before, and thinking without words.

The good night has no intention of guarding the empty pavilion, and the bright moon west building is cold and easterly. Caring for each other without words and sleeping dreams, the injury is all over the hook.

If it is the end of the world, the snow will be cold for ten thousand years.

The text is speechless, quiet and elegant, and the cicada recites the song of the green zheng. Apply 3,000 plain tablets and pray for peace. There is no trace of dreams, there is no beginning and no end, butterflies love ink play. Burn a lifetime of fireworks, seeking eternal confusion.

What about life and death? How about waking up from a dream? It's just a fake sleep. How about desolation? It's just that people walk away from tea. What about loneliness? Not the same way. How about love and hate? Isn't it a loss of heart? Falling leaves fall, how can the autumn heart be annihilated by this?

Once the wind and rain, the ground was red. Wet with the fragrance of flowers, a little sad, but the world is impermanent.

Tears rain, thinking of flowers, thoughts in my heart, flowers, spring grass withered, snow no longer falls, rain drops in my heart, I am no longer lonely.

The spring breeze blows a few trees, the fragrance is a few degrees, the long heart is nowhere to go, and the lovesickness is difficult to compare. A hundred years of silence, a lifetime of loneliness.

There is a kind of loneliness, called raising a glass to invite the moon, and there is a kind of loneliness, called the breeze is not excessive. A clear

The wind, a bright moon, it seems, is the eternal style of the sky, a lifetime of breeze, the moon shadow for thousands of years, looking at each other, but eternal life.

The signs of the ups and downs of life, the turning and the silence, the distant mountains and flowing water, the red dust and the diary, the mottling and the memories all cover up the dust of the world in the ink-like painting.

Sitting alone on the windowsill facing the mirror with the vicissitudes of life, people help the drunken moon against the wall, if you can really be thousands of miles Chanjuan Then why bother thinking with you for thousands of miles Even if it is a thousand years of wind and moon, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, it is not as good as the moment of looking at you.

Leave people sorrowful, sad and parting. Broken thoughts, deep thoughts. withered and sorrowful. Where is the continued prosperity?

If you don't look back, why don't you forget. If there is no fate, why swear. Today's all kinds are like water without a trace. Tomorrow and night, where is you.

When looking at the moon, standing in the endless night sky, silently counting the stars that twinkle and breathe, I can't help but sigh at the impermanent cycle of life, who can know the fate of life?

"You big villain, you dare to deceive this princess and take your life!"

Before the words fell, a ray of white light was as fast as lightning, and it shot at Ah Lang as he approached.

Ah Lang didn't look at it, his left hand gently circled in front of him, and a transparent pale white aura covered himself.

The white light that shot out quickly turned into nothingness in an instant.

Immediately, countless white light rays shrouded Ah Lang's pale white aura, like a mud cow entering the sea, there was no earth-shattering sonic boom, the surrounding wind and waves were calm and silent, the glittering moonlight and bright stars were still twinkling, and occasionally a trace of night wind blew by......

After a long time......

"Jade Princess, why don't you take a break, and then continue, don't be tired of your golden body, the small one can't afford to eat!" Ah Lang was in the halo, crossed Erlang's legs, tasted the "konjac charm tea", and shouted at the princess of the demon world, Yu Jingting.

Yu Jingting, the princess of the demon world, her strong chest muscles rose and fell, her beautiful face was full of colorful clouds, panting, and she was glaring at Ah Lang through gritted teeth......

Ah Lang then waved his left hand, and the aura that enveloped his body disappeared without a trace.

"Return the brocade box containing the "konjac charm tea" to the princess. "The princess of the demon world, Yu Jingting, stretched out her hand to Ah Lang.

"Jade Princess, didn't you take it, how can you ask me for this? I see that you ran too fast, and the brocade box fell into the air, and the flames that you rubbed quickly turned into ashes. Don't you know?" Ah Lang looked at the demon princess Yu Jingting in surprise.

"You are talking nonsense, Princess Ben left in a hurry at the time, and she didn't have time to take the brocade box, you must have hidden it privately, and you want to hack my "konjac charm tea", return it to me quickly. The princess of the Demon Realm, Yu Jingting, yelled.

"Jade Princess, you are a noble princess in the Demon Realm, with a prominent position and a respected status. You can't be a scoundrel and frame me, a flat-headed commoner, I really don't have to take it! Or you can think about it again!" Ah Lang said with a bitter face.

"Don't think about it, when Princess Ben ran, she definitely didn't take the "Konjac Charm Tea", that is, you kept it privately. Yu Jingting, the princess of the Demon Realm, yelled at Ah Lang.

"Jade Princess, why don't I let you search your body, do you think it's okay?" Ah Lang said.

"You are shameless, you bastard! I am a big girl, how can I search your body, why are you so thick-skinned, this princess has never seen such a brazen person as you!"

"Jade Princess, would you like to take off my clothes one by one, okay?"

"You big silver thief, big rascal, shameless!" Yu Jingting, the princess of the Demon Realm, suddenly had her cheeks like a glow, and even her neck turned red.

"You can't do this, you can't do that, or not

I'll compensate you for this!" Ah Lang finished with a bitter face, took out a very small jade bottle from his arms, and handed it to the princess of the Demon Realm, Yu Jingting.

Yu Jingting, the princess of the demon world, hesitantly took the small jade bottle in Ah Lang's hand, gently opened the cap, and instantly a rich aura of heaven and earth filled the night sky, so frightened that she hurriedly put the bottle cap on it again, and looked at Ah Lang in surprise.

"This ...... Such a treasure for you...... Where did you get it from?" said Yu Jingting, the princess of the Demon Realm, incoherently and stammering.

"I can't tell you this, Princess Jade, how about you say that this thing is worth your 'konjac charm tea'?" Ah Lang said.

"Enough, this thing is the purest spiritual liquid born in the universe of heaven and earth, more than 10,000 times stronger than my "konjac charm tea". Yu Jingting, the princess of the demon world, held the small jade bottle in her hand tightly, and nodded happily.

"Then let's settle the matter, you wronged me, I'm an adult, I don't care about you. Let's continue to admire the moon!" Ah Lang finished speaking, no longer paying attention to the demon princess Yu Jingting, and turned his head to look at the shining moon.

Yu Jingting, the princess of the demon world, hurriedly put the small jade bottle, cautiously and cautiously in her arms. I closed my eyes slightly, took a long breath, and tried my best to calm my heaving chest......

A flower blooms, how many afterimages of time and space are intertwined, misestimating reincarnation, palace lock heart jade, intertwined with the fate of this life, a wisp of incense you left, drawn into ten thousand green silk, weaving my thoughts into a net, I am trapped in the center, but you forgot to release me, waiting for the oath, but after all, I missed you, your passing years, in the deepest part of the brocade like flowers, walked through, not for me, but messed up my floating life, you bowed your head, writing the sadness of my life.

After reading the bitterness of parting at the end of the world, I don't return, and the flowers are as promised.

The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window spring and the sky were silent.

To tell the acacia lamp, a wisp of new love, a thousand wisps of old hatred.

The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan is a flowery tree.

Thinking of you, my eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, only to know that I cut off this time with my thoughts, and fell into a kind of standing desolation, watching the memory of the time messed up, leaving me wandering alone, not knowing the beginning and the end, but at each site of thought, always looking back on the past, seeing my throbbing heart smile sadly, let myself watch at every intersection with you, thinking about you as a kind of injury, and I still have no regrets in the expectation.

The still water flows deeply, and the vicissitudes of life are singing; the eternal clouds and sunny days are lacking, and the joys and sorrows are separated.

The melancholy and distant charm is a distant and untouchable sorrow, like a faint cloud and a lonely moon, which can only look at the distance of the end of the world.

The lights are shining and the stars are shining, the voices are incomprehensible, and the songs are not endless.

Let him be turbid in everything, and reincarnate for you with a smile.

Send you a song, don't ask the end of the song to gather and disperse.

Who burns the smoke and scatters the vertical and horizontal bonds.

Listen to the broken strings, break the three thousand obsessions.

Falling flowers are annihilated, and the wind ripples are annihilated.

If the flower is pitiful, it falls on whose fingertips.

Whoever forgets each other first, the country is the homeland.

Ling Ling refused to play, and his shadow was shocked.

In the past, there was a tall building with a song and a night string, and there were dancing sleeves for the city and the country.

Once the spring goes to the old face, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing.

Thy sunset, my countenance, whose third of the year.

Yu Jingting, the princess of the Demon Realm, looked at Ah Lang in surprise: a thick mist rose in his eyes, covering the entire eye socket, and disappeared in an instant, and a stream of colorful lightning burst out from Ah Lang's eyes, disappearing into the endless sky of the night sky......