The so-called beauty: take the flower as the appearance, the bird as the sound, the moon as the god, the willow as the state, the jade as the bone, the ice and snow as the skin, the autumn water as the posture, and the poetry as the heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When Yang Muqing read this paragraph, he only thought that this was the conjecture of the literati Zhang Chao, and he met a fairy in a dream who didn't know the way, or he was dazed and completely disregarded his conscience to write a love poem to his sweetheart, so he would have such an exaggerated description.

As soon as Mr. Ziwu appeared, he knew that such a beauty originally existed in the world.

It is difficult to distinguish between male and female, but it is just right; Seeing the vulgarity, there is no beauty in the world from now on.

He glanced at Bodhizi, and felt that the other party was compared with Mr. Ziwu, and they both saw some crooked melons and cracked dates, and they couldn't help but feel ashamed of themselves.

People are all human beings, and there are always some unsatisfactory aspects in their physical appearance, such as some people have vivid facial features, but their complexion is dark; For example, some people have handsome eyes, but their mouths are a little bigger; Some people's faces are already called alluring to the country and the city, but their figures have no bright spots; Some people's faces and bodies are brilliant when separated, but when put together as a whole, there is a subtle sense of disobedience......

Fortunately, ordinary people are born with different views on beauty, just like the highly sought-after beauties of various dynasties are not all one type, almost as long as they are in the middle and upper range, they can be named "beauty", not to mention those characters who are one in a thousand or one in a thousand.

Beauty is a feeling, not perfection.

But Mr. Ziwu is the kind of "beauty" that can subvert the three views, which is so thrilling that it is difficult for people to adapt.

He equals perfection.

As for those bastards who say that perfection is also imperfect, they just haven't experienced true perfection yet.

Bodhizi bit his lip, and struggled to contain his moving mind, and he could no longer blame the ancestor for losing his own face, there is such a kind of person, who will have a good impression at first sight, and whether he is emotional or not, at least he has been moved.

Fortunately, there are not many people of this kind, maybe there is only one Mr. Ziwu in this world.

Yang Muqing glanced at the people in black with his peripheral vision, and found that they were all looking at their noses and hearts, as if they had all become blind in an instant.

If you are curious, you will probably become really blind.

Beauty is really beautiful, but the cold tone that can't be covered up by good timbre and the Shura temperament that exudes from the whole body are also real.

"I am the closed disciple of his apprentice, in terms of seniority, I should call him 'Master Ancestor', and he is also the founder of 'Wuyi Gate', so I can also call him 'Master Zu'."

Bodhi replied respectfully, not daring to make another time.

It's not that you suddenly have self-knowledge, but you know the times as a handsome.

Since Mr. Ziwu can be remembered by Yin Jian so much, it means that when they met, he was already such a look of bringing disaster to the country and the people, and after so many years, Yin Jian has been in Loess Longli for more than ten years, and he was already a bad old man when he died, but Mr. Ziwu has been staying in the best years of his life, and he can't see a trace of snubbing at all.

No matter how powerful Bodhi Zi is, he can't be as powerful as this hundred-year-old old monster.

Not to mention the cultivation and internal strength that have worked hard for many years, just with the ability to make time stand still, it is enough for him to drink a few pots.

"Is he dead, then?"

Mr. Ziwu's expression was like a sculpture, not half loose, but the loneliness between the words could be heard by anyone.

It's just that this loneliness doesn't give Bodhi too much security, losing friends will be lonely, and losing enemies will also be lonely.

"He's always wanted to go back here, but he didn't know what was going on, and he couldn't find his way back."

"It seems that he took Huangliang Dan back then, not Lechuan Dan." Mr. Ziwu said lightly, "Even if this kid still has a little conscience, it's just that his skills are too bad, and he died so early." ”

Bodhizi looked at the sky speechlessly, he remembered that the ancestor was obviously dying, which was already precious for a mysterious master like them who dealt with ghosts all day long, however, Mr. Meridian Zhuyu was in front, and he couldn't even let out a fart to refute.

Does he often lose sight of dreams and reality? Always remembering something useless? What should be remembered and can't always be remembered? ”

If Bodhi Zi is not mistaken, Mr. Ziwu clearly has a look of underbeating on his face that confirms what symptoms the mouse has after applying the medicine.

A lack of beating is a lack of beating, but no one in the present dared to really beat it......

"Yes."

The description score is not bad.

Bodhizi's master is actually a nosy and good person by nature, and the reason why he later became the first person in the world who is afraid of trouble, and is so bad with the ancestor is all due to the ancestor himself.

As long as the matter of collecting money and entrusting it is not dealt with on the same day, Master Zu will definitely forget it all after a sleep, and will turn his face and deny people, leaving a pile of messes for Master to clean up, and again and again, no matter how good-tempered people are, they will be ground into an artillery battle.

When the master finally has the ability to do things alone, he will directly invite the grandfather back to the mountains to retire, no matter how old he is, he will grit his teeth and carry it, which is probably the reason why the grandfather was able to enjoy his old age in peace, but the master died of depression in middle age.

Bodhi Zi couldn't cry or laugh, since the fate of his master had been established for a long time, and the origin was actually here.

If you dig deeper, the nickname "Wuyimen" and the word "Wu" in it are also a little ambiguous.

"Wuyimen" is a newly rising Xuanshi sect, although the people are a little thin, but they can control the scene when they say it.

Bodhizi glanced at Yang Muqing meaningfully, and wanted to immediately appoint him as the fourth generation of the head of the family, and leave by himself.

Although Lechuan Dan can make him forget the past, it will not completely block his opportunity to return here like Huangliang Dan, blindly persistent, is it lucky or unlucky? Yuan Yuan, do you think he is too smart, or is he too stupid? ”

Although Mr. Ziwu was speaking to Bodhizi, his eyes were strangely stuck in mid-air, as if there was a transparent person listening.