From the footsteps of the cold winter, waiting for the spring and the sun to happily step on the green, the comedy that gradually came, finally staged a few tragedies, the darkness and the dust that the slow grass could not cover the humble small, the great and the small bloomed one by one, just in order to wait for every lovely and delicate female disciple in the quiet and quiet morning, as if time had experienced the precipitation of the years, the sawdust could not withstand the decay bit by bit, but found the ideal in the dead wood in the spring, turning decay into magic, The green and elastic locusts are lying in the grass, and the savage plants are growing, just like the orderly shadows of the trees sprouting in the sun, and the weeds can't stop the enthusiasm of a group of night ghosts, but they lose their smiles in the jumping, which may be the indispensable place for everything, and there is a reasonable opportunity to get the gift of nature in the clever transformation of the earth, and all things are announcing an unforgettable turn of spring back to the earth. Until the end, the change was a cumulative painstaking process, and the gray clouds were still densely covering the entire inky sky, and the droplets of water slowly dripping from the pool were running to the distant ditch like a free water nymph without regret in the flow of a little noise, like a humble insect playing a normal role in pitiful place. We looked up at the blue sky, yesterday it was a good feeling, now it is a little gloomy, it is like a beautiful and turbulent calm, full of beautiful imagination and endless hope, in her meticulous care to taste one or two, like delicious food, come to the bowl!

Angels and demons, demons have left a shadow in the majestic sculpture of the devil, and I thought it was an angel!

On the path of cultivation, Zhao Xiaomeng still chose to continue to have this kind of good thing and not to go to the muddy waters, although he had the kindness given by his practice day and night, he couldn't stand the slightly cold morning mist, just like the flowers whispering to the green leaves, in the dense forest, one by one the devils came to his ear silently under the cute disguise, and whispered, and his likes and dislikes were a little similar to ordinary people, but what he did during the day messed it up and threw it away. It doesn't matter. Repeatedly stirring up, under the complex scene, how many momentary and ever-changing wonderful combinations are brewing, it may be that every excellent disciple who is constantly staggering forward on the path of cultivating immortals has something in common with the eight precepts and nine precepts, and can find their place where they can be more excellent in different searches, then the little kindness that he breeds at night is not enough to preserve; The kindness that grows in the night is not enough to preserve, so he is not far from the beast. When people saw him like a beast, they thought that he had no good nature, but is this the reality of man? History repeats itself, history is strikingly similar, history repeats itself ...

[Yun Bei] [laughs but doesn't say anything] They may be beautiful?? Are you the devil? What the heck? Many people may not, but Zhao Xiaomeng is definitely not, because he is the one who is tsundere!

The lamp foam takes a picture of the female sister-in-law, and the blue cloth satin warms the heart. The shadow of the painting does not become the reverse painting of the firefly, and the ink grinds the mountain vegetable (guess) water 9 (eternal) night. The window is cold and the autumn rain is sparse, and the linen cloth has a good appearance!

Drinking the warm and cool bamboo wine, the obsessive and obsessive woman squatted in pain in the corridor that no one cared about, not in a happy mood, looking at the fixed scenery, sighing and sighing: "Heaven and earth Sanskrit sound rolling, if the light dust can't raise the interpretation of history, the winner is the king, the loser is the villain, then the loser eats the dust"!! Why is it not that the sky is round and the earth is round, but that the sky is round and the place is square? The osmanthus cake in the morning is really delicious, but it's a pity why the kitchen lady doesn't make more snacks, and then I want to travel to the secret land of the peach source full of spring, isn't life beautiful! Everything in the world, where the dust seals the past, like to take shortcuts between the mountains and rivers, around such a long way turned out to be a slight grass clippings, a breeze and drizzle, moist things silently, with a secret that can not be said, the wind blows, this is a kind of hope, and really, has made long-term progress! Every green forest, so every tree knows, I miss you so much, the best of you......"

The most afraid of too much, when he walked there, he suddenly felt a strange feeling, the fragrance of flowers was overflowing, the birds were chirping, turning around and looking back, the wind and rain and flowers passed, the leaves did not stick to the body, there was no need to sympathize, but Zhao Xiaomeng had to care about the predicament he encountered, after all, passing through your whole world, I don't like to scold, that woman who is full of worries, I don't know what I'm thinking? Anyway, a lot of troubles delayed time, and Zhao Xiaomeng chose to bypass the topic terminator!

If the gods don't eat the fireworks in the world, then they won't be through the rivers and lakes for a long time, and they still look like the old gods are there, and they can't understand the bittersweet and salty hardships, and they can't talk about the difference between the gods on the mountain and the worldly fireworks people, it is better to get together and bet a few taels of silver, you may not win, you definitely can't lose, and if you lose, you win!

On top of the tower where the human flag flutters, there is always a beautiful and sexy angel sister who works hard in the world; Waiting for the breeze to be not dry on the dilapidated and barren Tan Yang Niu Ruins, the sun is just coming, directly in the proud heaven and earth, silently smiling like a devil; Peerless, she is on the water side of the brocade at night, miserable and miserable, please stop your Xinhai Makoto behavior, stupid, at this time the beautiful and sexy Aunt Wang Zuna appeared, that is a graceful legend!

Zhao Xiaomeng couldn't help chattering: "Happy every day, always smiling, just like to toss how good old wine is, pour a few glasses, drink a few sips, it's delicious." Because all the goodness, 10,000 years is too long, seize the day, not every part of their evil, it can't be fake, it can't be true, it's the humble dream that they are trampled on every day! It's all a new world after broken memories, if you follow the memory, deep and thorough, you can't find the proof of their heroes, at least there are traces of battle, plus the worthless efforts that have been raised, after all, they will be rewarded, and the incomplete puzzle pieces are finally pieced together little by little, maybe it is to spend a good full moon night reunion and expectation, but there is no motivation to practice martial arts and learn new tricks!

On the way to the distant and unreachable world, the immortals who have not forgotten the past of the immortals, and the immortals who were once full of ambition were forced to resist because they were forced to resist the oppression of the heavens above them, but they were able to win at that time, and they all asked the vicissitudes of the world that were clouded by the mist of the almost omniscient and omnipotent master! There used to be too many human beings who were curious about the question that the whole world knew: "Is there an end to this world, where are they/their ethereal invincible existence, right next to it!" "Because the gods like to play the world, all things recover and grow normally, and the omnipotent pig ring ruler of the whole universe tortures the conscience of the world. Zhao Xiaomeng, who was puzzled, also asked, when he was puzzled, it might be the result of their hard work step by step, and he was absent-minded and accidentally knocked on the head by the master a few times, and scolded a few words: "Don't be lazy, keep thinking about these things that have nothing to do with cultivation"!!

When they measure whether their reasoning is good or not, whether they have value or not, when they have nothing at the beginning, they have nothing, they have their new joy appearing, bursting out with new talents, and approaching their goal of becoming greater and greater, it is not difficult, one by one they move forward towards their highest ideals, how humble they are, they work hard every day, how can they say how the marginalized world is endless, the truth and falsehood of the uncertainty are not enough, the demons in their hearts are whispering! The balance of victory is tilted at all times, how many catties and taels are clear, and it can be done as a bargaining smile thing, after weighing and weighing, what to use to distinguish the weight of the pole scale, why reduce unnecessary value, after Zhao Xiaomeng met the master, the old Taoist who managed the sect in an orderly manner in the position of the head of the sect, often used practical actions to practice some useful truths, for example, never scolded the disciples casually, would not casually add too much cultivation pressure to the apprentices, and would not talk too much complex and hypocritical truth, I won't make it too difficult to show off my spells to others, and I won't spoil the atmosphere in the sect!

Talking about this, the old Taoist people are still pointing at the mulberry scolding the acacia, the dilapidated mottled walls peeled off under the poorly repaired cobwebs, still hanging a few paintings there that no one watched, affected by some dust, washed away the white ash, but can not paint the original style of the woman on the painting, or she choked hot tears, silently picked a few bright peonies, the robe of the flower, the fragrance of the paper paste the flame, incomprehensibly greedy and obsessive monks can't bear it, wave their hands again and again, say it, silently recite a few swastikas, and go away, There are no more ripple waves, there are no traces, and a rain painted in spring passes through the earth!

[Color] [laughs but doesn't say anything] [doge] [Sadness] [laughing cry] sprinkled with 70,000 words, only reading is the saddest! Smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, can not depict the flowers and willows of the fairy mountain in the south of the Yangtze River, hiding in the inscription of the flower boat to stay in the eternal time, the exquisite words pretend to be the grace of Yangzhou, the jade tree is in the wind, it turns out that the crying scene is at the mercy of the scene outside the scene, the exaggeration and excitement of the plot in the curtain is no one cares! Nandu Jiangnan has no twists and turns, and is willing to be inseparable from your white head, but it is the spring breeze of Qinhuai's thirteen hairpins to solve the customs, mistakenly thinking that it is the rolling West Lake Mountain, the green, blue sky, and the romance of the blue sky are not more serious (all receive the female no melon) of the common eastward flowing water, show a few times can be passed down through the ages, vassal elegance is not too much to say that it is elegant and vulgar to share! Is the broken bridge and remnant snow really as diligent as Nanping Evening Bell? In the same nine years, He Ruxiu? In the hearts of every scholar, Jiangnan wrote a question on the West Lake that is like a long night, if you can still cultivate the Tao!! No regrets folded flowers and asked Huaizhi, asked Dai hosta flowers, she sang on the water side, thousands of women were sad and sad, the second sister of the Red Chamber had a solution, and she was still making progress in the next order!

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