Life is a song

The song is not over, but the people have dispersed

The mood is in the thread

Moonlight flew

The evening breeze is gentle and rippling

Time flies

Memories shine brightly

Toad Palace Zhegui writing

Missing, hanging down the clouds

The galaxy is my eyes

Pierce the darkness and seek

Yiren Qingying leaning on the railing

Spring goes, autumn comes

Flowers are grateful, flowers bloom

Looking through the autumn water, looking at the long sky

Thousands of sails are not there, and the green water is long

Sorrow is also long, and thinking is also long

I frowned, but I was on my heart

In the face of darkness, silently make a long-cherished wish for a lifetime

Infatuation, when will I be able to return to my hometown and return to Yiren

......

The sword city with bright lights and bright as day, the cars are like flowing water and horses are like dragons, and the prosperity of the spring breeze of the flower moon has come to an end, and it is lively and noisy, and it has fallen into silence.

Ling Xingchen looked at the night sky, stunned.

"A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured. The boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs. Qiu Niang ferry and Tai Niang bridge, the wind is fluttering, and the rain is bleak.

When will I go home and wash the guest robe? The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains. ”

For a long time, he muttered, sighed faintly, and was particularly melancholy.

I am the paper you lay in the dust, you are the poem I wrote in the dust, and the lovesickness that I forgot in this life.

He sat cross-legged on the floor and took a deep breath to regulate his mind. Mingxin calmed down, the qi sank into the dantian, as Xuanyuan operated according to the heart of the dance of the stars and the moon, the calm heart rippled, and in a moment, it was already magnificent, if the storm swept away, the thoughts were more intense.

"Qingqing Zijin, relax my heart. ”

"But for the sake of the king, I have been moaning so far!"

"The most beautiful years, meet the most beautiful you!"

"If life were a poem, you would be the last line!"

"Your name is the most beautiful love poem I've ever written!"

"You are the April day of the world, and my tears will eventually become poetry!"

“......”

Scenes from the past played out in my mind, and familiar words echoed in my ears as if they were yesterday.

Gradually, Ling Xingchen's consciousness was completely immersed in memories, and two lines of tears flowed like a stream, flowing on his handsome and dashing face.

Ling Xingchen danced in his consciousness from time to time, laughing like a child without heart or lungs, and sometimes crying sadly. The young man who is in love with the soul in the depths, and the young man in fresh clothes and angry horses seems to have aged a lot in an instant, like a weathered old man in the twilight.

He didn't realize that with him as the center, the aura of melancholy had permeated all directions, catching up with the footsteps of the moonlight, quickly enveloping the center of the city and spreading at an accelerated pace.

Like a dark canopy, falling from the sky, haunting everyone's heart.

I don't know how long it took, Ling Xingchen's consciousness regained his emptiness, and he found that Xuanyuan's operating route had changed.

The golden trees filled with purple-gold arcs of consciousness swirled and swayed, exuding dazzling light, and the golden points of light merged into the consciousness, and the spiritual sense became more acute.

He struck while the iron was hot, immersed in his thoughts, and continued to perfect the dance of the stars and the moon that was beginning to take shape, from dance skills to mental methods.

As Ling Xingchen entered the mysterious state with all his heart, the more and more intense aura of heaven and earth poured into the City Lord's Mansion from all directions, turning into a vortex of spiritual energy, Ling Xingchen was the center of the vortex, gathering on the roof of the building, entering the dantian, and transforming into Xuanyuan.

Ling Xingchen entered the mysterious state with all his heart, without the shackles of the world, without the shackles of stereotypes, without the change of seasons, and without the sun and moon.

He followed the thoughts and sorrows of his heart, and continued to refine the prototype of the Dance of the Stars and Moon, but found that the progress was rapid, but his heart was becoming more and more painful, as if he was slashing with a knife.

Love is not long!

As deep as the longing is, the heart hurts, and this pain is getting worse every second.

It is worth mentioning that the internal strength of the Dance of the Stars and the Moon is becoming more and more mysterious, and there is a faint sense of unfathomability, followed by pain, as if there is a juvenile mysterious beast in the body that is growing rapidly, and the speed of growth is getting faster and faster, as if it is going to burst his body.

Ling Xingchen's calm face was bruised, like a small snake winding, his silver teeth were clenched, a little hideous, beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down from his forehead, like pearls, ticking on his clothes, and the soaked clothes stuck to his body.

He was suffering a great deal of pain, both physically and mentally, and tears flowed down his face through two small rivers. But he knew that every time he tried harder, his hope of returning to Earth would be greater, so he must not stop!

At this moment, Ling Xingchen realized how deep love is, how much pain his heart has, how deep his thoughts are, and how sad his heart is, and only then did he know what it means to break the liver and intestines!

The increasingly rich aura of heaven and earth poured into the City Lord's Mansion from all directions, from the earth, turning into a stream of spiritual air, converging on the roof with Ling Xingchen as the center, entering the body along the open pores of his body, converging in the dantian, transforming into Xuanyuan, and operating according to the Dance of the Stars and Moon.

The affectionate thoughts were eclipsed, and the sadness broke the liver and intestines, enveloping the sword city.

People who fall asleep unconsciously have sad dreams, and they parted in the dreams, and even the sweet dreams changed the tone, opening the mode of sadness and lovesickness.

The drunks on the streets were even more agitated, and finally sorrow rose from the bottom of their hearts, and then alcohol flew freely.

The dancing girls and the musicians who were still dancing gradually immersed themselves in the artistic conception of sad thoughts, and the tunes became sad.

The dignitaries and nobles who listened to the flute and drums drunk, indulged in such an artistic conception, those deepest past in their hearts, those unforgettable feelings, and the memories that had long been dusty, broke out at this moment, and occupied their minds and hearts with lightning speed.

Qianjian Pavilion, the dancers and musicians of the Zimo Hongchen Song and Dance Troupe, usually after the performance, will make a profound summary of the situation of this performance together, so as to improve the dance movements, melodies and even costumes, etc., even if it is the subtle expressions of the dancing girls, hair accessories, or lace patterns of dance costumes.

Perhaps because of such rigor, the Zimo Hongchen Song and Dance Troupe can be extremely famous and highly respected.

Tonight, as usual, all the members of the company were gathered, but this time it was different from the past, and it was very silent, because the performance seemed to be like a marionette, and the body and mind were pulled by a force in the dark, and the mind was still clear, and the process was very wonderful.

It's like a person trapped in the dark suddenly sees the sun, like a dying person in the desert who has discovered an oasis, just like the direction he has been looking for, suddenly opens a door to himself, and then like a confused child seeing his long-lost mother, what he longs for finally appears in front of him, and the shock and emotion from the heart guide them forward.

At the end of the song, they didn't know what they had been through. At this moment, I was still in a deep shock, until I felt this strange and wonderful artistic conception again, and I didn't feel intoxicated again and didn't know the way back.

They are like sculptures, like those who are already shrouded in this sleep, doing nothing, thinking of nothing, and quickly becoming one with this being.

So many questions about music, dance, and cultivation were easily solved, as if snowflakes had met the warm sun.

With the deepening of the fit with the artistic conception, the bottleneck barrier was loosened, and then cracks appeared, and they became bigger and wider, until they were like spider webs, and then "bang" like thunder and cracking!

But at that moment, it was also painful and difficult to breathe.

Ling Xingchen, who was deeply settled, the feeling in his consciousness became more and more mysterious, and he caught a ray of light in the dark, and the Holy Moon Jue actually started on its own, and turned around on its own, and what was even more bizarre was that it was actually fused with the rudimentary mental method of the Dance of the Star and Moon, and divided the rudimentary form into two parts, male and female.

At this moment, Ling Xingchen's head was swollen, as if it was about to explode, as if he was on the edge of darkness, about to be swallowed by the abyss, the dantian was like an egg full of cracks, and it seemed that a desolate giant beast that was dormant in his body had awakened, and it was about to burst his body and burst out of its shell.

The sweat has soaked through the clothes, and the mist covered by the heavenly spirit has turned into a pillar of the sky, as if it is going straight to the bullfight, and the moonlight is shining.

The leading dancer of the Zimo Hongchen Song and Dance Troupe appeared outside the Kun Sword Pavilion, looking at the spirit flowers and spirit grass leaves in the Kun Sword Pavilion that were as green as jade, faintly flowing and bright, and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the golden silk nanmu door actually grew more than a foot of emerald green branches like jasper jade, and the silver armor sword guard who was even more shocked than her.

If anyone is there, you will find that in the Kunjian Pavilion, there are wooden furniture such as tables, chairs, coffee tables, and even the walls with green plants.

Ling Xingchen's expression was distorted, his trembling body was swirling with golden light, purple and golden thunder and lightning were shining, and the green tendons on his temples and cheeks were bursting out, as if they were about to break through the shackles of skin and flesh.

His hands were pierced by his nails, and his bleeding hands were trembling, and he was struggling to form strange and mysterious seals. The muscles on his arms were undulating, the blood flow was more than ten times faster than usual, the blood vessels seemed to be bursting, but the strength of the body was increasing little by little, and a black and slimy substance was expelled from the pores.

Li Xiruo's self-esteem is like a strong man's heart compromised, and at this moment she is also sitting in the boudoir, her mind is clear, and the exercises she has learned have evolved one by one.

Despite the great physical and mental pain, he clenched his teeth.

Before waking up, but in such an artistic conception, the deity left two lines of tears.

Li Jingtian, who was in the middle of the settlement, also benefited a lot, no less than the elixir that his daughter brought back from the Great Wilderness Sect, and even surpassed it.

Seeing that Ling Xingchen, who had been struggling to persevere, turned into a huge fireball raging with a purple-gold arc and was about to collapse, two sighs came from the dantian and his mind.

The golden tree in his mind shook, and the golden points of light flew out, which was integrated with the white mist of the sea of spiritual power, and at the same time, the golden tree of the dantian also shook, and the golden light was dazzling, and the dantian was also stabilized.

Ling Xingchen's state stabilized, but the two small trees seemed to have lost their souls, their light was dim and wilting, but the Xuanyuan and spiritual power in Ling Xingchen's body had risen to a higher level, and even the realm had been raised to the early stage of the martial arts master's rank.

Before he could wake up, suddenly, Ling Xingchen's spiritual power Heavenly Spirit Cover gushed out, and the golden-red Xuanyuan filled with purple gold thunder and lightning also erupted from between the pores, and his whole person was suspended in the air, lying between the two.

I saw a huge golden-red fireball, filled with purple-gold arcs, suddenly appeared in the sky above the City Lord's Mansion, the fire cloud soared into the air, the scorching air distorted, and was decomposed by electric shock, illuminating the entire City Lord's Mansion.

A huge coercion that surpassed the realm of martial artists also enveloped Sword City in an instant, and some people in the realm of martial arts were like a mountain about to crush the mountain at this moment, as if someone had choked their throats and couldn't breathe.