"Your dad is here. He is like a divine dragon, spreading colorful light, and comes to our forest rangers. Qi Liyan was confused, and when she entered a certain realm, her whole person seemed to rise into the air. That's when I realized she had some kind of condition.

"Your father was gentle and generous, and he laughed with us, and he took a tin scoop and poured water on the saplings. Standing up, the sun shining on his chest, I suddenly realized that he was the master of my last life! I couldn't be sure whether I was a horse or a cow or a donkey. ”

When she said this, I couldn't help but laugh, but I couldn't help but laugh.

"My master appeared, and I realized that in my last life I was a horse, a white horse, a white horse with a very flowing mane. ”

I said she was a peasant woman, apparently bewildered by her attire, and it seemed that she had a considerable degree and was a fan of romance novels.

"I long for my master, ride me, I gallop on the boundless wilderness, without my master to ride me, I am nothing. There is nothing to have, and there is no point in living in this world. I approached my master by stringing two trees, and when my master saw me, his eyes lit up, and he probably remembered the events of his previous life. The last war was when we were trapped in a swamp. My leg was stuck in the swamp and I looked at the master with tears in my eyes, I think he knew my mind very well, but he wouldn't go. It was very easy for him to withdraw from the siege, as long as he abandoned me and walked a dozen meters east on the pier of the tower, and he was in the mangrove forest. The mangrove forest was so dense that the enemy's arrows could not hurt him. I shouted, 'To the east, to the east, to the east, to the east!' and the master would not listen to me, and he stupidly put his shoulder under my stomach and pushed me up, but in doing so, he sank deeper and deeper, and I sank with my master, and the enemy soldiers on the edge of the swamp watched us sink and laughed, and I wanted them to shoot me dead in the swamp with their arrows. The colors in the swamp were too monotonous, they needed red, they needed the color of blood, but the men were very stingy and refused to waste an extra arrow for us. When my master and I were swallowed up by the swamp, their conscience found and they began to fall silent. I don't know if it's me, or if the master exhales a series of bubbles, telling them that this life doesn't count, let's try again in the next life!"

"But," I took her words, "came to the new century and found that the enemy was gone, and the swamp was gone?"

"Yes, I was confused for a while, if so, what did I want to do in this world? ”

"Beneath us was a thick, soft madder with little yellow flowers blooming around us," she recalled long, happily. He □ and came up......"

My heart palpitated, and she described it so calmly and poetically in front of others.

I have met some shameless people, and I have never met such shameless ones, not to mention that you are the son of the object you □□ face. Why are you embarrassed to say such things to him, is it okay to have a little principle, what's wrong with my dad, how can you still have a fire with such a psychopath?

"I ran and ran as best I could, and your father was on me, and he was very happy, and he held a spear with red tassels, and a sword in his hand, and rushed into the enemy, like a tiger into a flock, and he could not be resisted, and if he encountered immortality, he was wounded, and he was invincible, and he could not be beaten. I can carry such heroes and beautiful men without living in vain! We fought for three rounds, and the heavens were moved, and it rained heavily......

I covered it up and teased her, "Didn't you catch a cold?"

"What's the cold? There is a yang fire arching, and the dampness does not invade. ”

I think how my dad would describe this wild combination? My dad is indeed as An Lingyan said, so to show off his **, the woman is so open to describe, he may not use the pen of raw flowers.

I think my dad was a talented learner. I think tonight, I'll open his diary and find this paragraph. Combining Qi Liyan's narrative with his diary can be included in "A History of Chinese Sexual Culture". To be honest, it is well written, but it lacks examples of contemporary people, because contemporary people's concept of sexual culture is almost very different from the original, and it is not the same.

Coming to a three-way intersection, to the west is the main road, looking, also direct to Yilan Mountain, to the south, is also Yilan Mountain, only the road to the north, I don't know what to do.

I stopped and asked Qi Liyan, "Aunt Qi, which way to go?"

"Whatever you want, the road here must pass through the Temple of Heaven, but it takes a little detour. ”

Isn't she talking crazy? Strictly speaking, if you choose a target, as long as you go in the same direction, you can reach it," just a little detour, or else there is a saying that "all roads lead to Rome"?

"Which way is less detoured, or not at all?" I spoke to her, and I had to follow her, or you would not be able to make sense of her.

"Left. ”

Check it out, let's make her through!

So I left the rudder and went down the road.

"You must think I'm talking a little silly. She said "stupid", not "crazy".

She continued, "Actually, I've been there. The first time, I walked all the way down the road to the west, but after passing by the Yilan Mountain, I went around and I went down a path and finally reached the Heavenly Temple, and the second time, I took this road. The third time, I didn't actually want to go to the Temple of Heaven, I just wanted to find a quiet place here, and sleep on it for a year and a half, but after three turns and two rounds, I still arrived at the Temple of Heaven. No wonder there is a folk song that sings, 'The Temple of Heaven and the Temple of Heaven, the north, the south, the east and the west will never change, and where to find the truth in the world, see you in the Temple of Heaven.' ’”

What a bullshit ballad! I thought about it carefully, six words and seven words, and the last five words are rhyming and not neat at all.

"This ballad has not been studied well, and it is not good at fighting. ”

"What do you care about the battle? How profound the truth is!"

"Huh?" I wondered.

"Death is an eternal truth in the world, isn't it?" she asked rhetorically.

"Death is an eternal truth" is profound enough.

After walking for a while, we arrived at the Temple of Heaven.

The Temple of Heaven is actually on a high slope by the lake, which is a continuation of the high slope of Yilan Mountain.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and because there was a big mountain in the way, the sky was almost full of glow, and it was already the prelude to night, but the water of Yilan Lake was getting brighter and brighter, and the glow in the lake seemed to originate from the bottom of the lake.