Eternal Injury Array.

The convergence is a variety of sad past events that have a history of human beings.

The poet is melancholy because he is not good at learning the mechanism, but because of his own experience, he created this formation.

Therefore, the emperor did not know about it from books or from the mouths of his predecessors.

This formation should be useless to a worldly master like the Dragon Seal Master.

However, who can say that Buddhism is ruthless?

For ordinary ordinary people, love is a great suffering.

"If the love is not heavy, it will not give birth to a woman, and if the love is not deep, it will not fall into reincarnation.

If there is no love in the world, there is no worry about hardships and hardships.

All sorrow is gone, just as a lotus flower does not touch water. ”

This sounds easy, but how many people can actually do it?

The emperor thinks he can't do it.

I don't even want to do it yet.

He looked at the pavilion where Fang melancholy was standing, and the trees, flowers and plants beside the pavilion, all of which were gloomy. The meaning of the soul.

He sighed and said:

"I'll go!"

Everyone was shocked.

He added: "Since you can't be ruthless, then you can only use sadness to sadness, and fight with affection." ”

With sadness to sadness, with sentiment to fight affection!?

Everyone was stunned, and he had entered the battle.

Shen Jun groaned softly: "Don't!" ”

Huangfu looked back at her and smiled.

The smile made Shen Junwu feel so strange.

Because this smile is not warm at all, not happy at all.

Only sadness.

The painting madness hurriedly pulled everyone back, so that no one would follow.

And at this time, the Eternal Injury Formation has been launched!

Although they were outside the formation, everyone's eyes began to blur.

Gu Guoping seemed to see his elderly father, because of work, he hadn't come home for a long time, to see his father, who was unable to move, to fulfill his son's obligations.

He heard a song ringing: Where has the time gone?

It was as if poetry was chanting to him in the middle of the battle:

"Thousands of miles of hard work began to love home, and the old trees in front of the door protect the new shoots.

The wanderer of the end of the world should know, and the dense sideburns are blooming. ”

As soon as his heart moved, he almost burst into tears---------

Fan Xiaolong saw his hard-working mother, and saw that he was once ignorant and made his mother unhappy, and he felt guilty------

Shen Junwu saw himself in his childhood, far away from his parents, alone overseas, lonely, homesick --- homesick--------

Ying Shuang'er saw her own shadow----- exactly the same shadow as her--------

Painting crazy but seeing -------

In the array, the emperor saw it more differently.

Meng Jiangnu, who died of illness due to her husband's fatigue and cried under the Great Wall;

Jiao Liu, who was forced by his mother-in-law and threw himself into a well after the peacock flew southeast;

the young Fang Weng and Tang Wan who wrote "Yellow Vine Wine, Red Crisp Hands";

All he saw was love!

Because the wounds in his heart are all love!

The power of this wound array is not that it gathers eternal sadness, but that it will mobilize the most secret and painful parts of your body.

This formation is like a mirror, revealing your long-sealed scars, allowing you to see how helpless you are and how sad you are.

What is the joy of being born?

Then the emperor saw butterflies, two dancing butterflies!

But fly so sadly, so **.

He heard the sound of the piano.

In the spring rain building, the lights are dim and the night is deep, and there is a woman playing a kite.

The joy of classmates, the reluctance to send each other, the struggle of resistance, and the helplessness and sadness of turning into butterflies!

Xiaoyi, how long have you not played this song "Liang Zhu"?

The jade face is hazy, and the lips are still slightly curled-----------

The people next to him couldn't see the scene that the emperor saw in a romantic manner, and even in this array, they couldn't see the poetry that became one with this eternal sadness.

What he saw was his own sadness.

What is his sadness? What kind of sadness is willing to turn yourself into this array?

The emperor couldn't see it, but he heard Fang Shi say infatuatedly:

"There was a light rain on the lotus pond, and butterflies danced on the leaves.

Holding hands and looking at the autumn light, he was speechless and crazy.

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Gathering and scattering in a hurry, Pengshan has few letters, and it is the most heartbroken.

Who would have thought that the hatred would still be long, where they met, he dreamed of the year!

What kind of woman is it that makes him miss so much?

Let him think in his dreams?

The poetry of this "Taichang Citation" was originally inspired by feelings, but the emperor saw a lotus pond.

On a summer afternoon, after the rain, the twilight clouds hang low------

The lotus leaves are as green as jade, and the red lotus flowers are like fire, with traces of rain-----

The girl, with her pink dress and her delicate face------

The formation suddenly tightened.

There is no place in the world.

Do you have to turn into a mandarin duck and fly like a butterfly?

He felt a pain in his heart, but he said in a manly voice:

"To the East House at night,

If you want to look forward to it, the beauty is not allowed to share sorrows.

The autumn light outside the body is really like a painting, where to look back?

====Flowers are hard to find,

did not dare to be romantic, the reason is determined by heaven.

Dreams have a love letter and colored paper,

Write tenderly. ”

With sadness to sadness!

Fight with affection!

Fang Xuan was shocked to realize that this young man seemed to have become a part of this formation just like him!

All his attacks have turned into attacks on himself!

You hate "his dreams",

He wants you to use "love paper" in your dreams,

Go and "write tenderness all over".

"Waves and Sands"!

Fang melancholy's body shape changed, you want to "write", you want to be "gentle"----

I'll let you "meet"!

Put the pain in front of you,

I see how you deal with "parting".

His voice was even darker, and for a while, butterflies flew in the air domain, and the eyes of the people outside the formation were all loose.

The pressure on them is light.

All the pressure, all the sadness, all rushed to the emperor!

They had just recovered from their sadness, but they seemed to see many butterflies fluttering around the emperor.

But those butterflies are reluctant to part.

It's like lovers staring, being pulled away by the invisible time and space.

But none of them heard the voice of poetry.

Except for the emperor's romance.

"Stove cigarette warm dusk,

It's like a dream,

I am dancing the spring festival.

Peeling orange with no hand and smiling,

Sit down and look at each other.

Charming eyes like silk, delicate like jade,

Disguise the bitterness of separation.

Pretend to be fine,

Count the return journey gloomily. ”

Where there is a meeting, there is a parting.

I want to use this half of "Nian Nujiao" to make you sad, heartbroken, desired, and desperate!

In the array, the emperor's romance was already in tears.

In a trance, I saw a spring morning with a drizzle.

And the tears in those eyes.

This goes,

"The water is wide and the mountains know where they are"!

But seeing that Fang was walking around with the formation on the opposite side, his melancholy was also becoming more and more gloomy.

He finally understood why this array would "never die".

Whoever is affectionate, who is sad.

Whoever is more sad will give up first.

All the ancients were sad, but human beings have a special ability to cover up this sadness and live a strong life.

to pursue the good in life.

But this formation reminds you of your past and allows you to magnify the saddest point.

Become the only meaning of your life.

Then, you have no interest in giving up.

Whoever can't support it first will give up life first.

It's no wonder that every time the poetry launches a formation, it will greatly damage the cultivation.

The voice of poetry rose again.

After the meeting, of course, it is a parting!

"Hate the year, let it go (liao),

I don't understand the slanting sun, I mean to pity the grass. If you know that there are few reunions in this life, you don't care about others, and you can hug for a second longer. ”

"Su Musha"!

He is ready to take the emperor to look back on the year and regret the beginning!

But the emperor didn't let him continue to read, but according to his rhyme and his bleak tone, he filled in the next que:

"Strange encounters, why not early?

If you take the youth, it is good to spend Shaoguang together.

If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old,

The years are like knives, and they add to the troubles. ”

Fang sighed melancholy.

He is forty-five years old this year, and his youth is gone.

The best time of life has passed!

Even if you continue the frontier, that time will take too much, too much!

What's more, can we really meet again?

Even if they meet again, what can they do?

It's just that "the years are like knives, and they add more troubles"!

He foolishly repeated:

"The years are like knives, and they add to the troubles!"

Am I really asking for trouble?

Somehow, he took out the accessory that had been placed in his arms.

It turned out to be a silver hairpin.

The hairpin is old, but it is well kept.

The poetry saw things and thought about people, and his heart was horizontal, he raised his hairpin and slapped it on his chest!