Recently, there has been nothing going on in Qingzhumen, and Zhao Xiaomeng is either practicing in retreat every day or doesn't know what activities are in the sect! He didn't know how much Qi Cultivation Pill he had wasted, how much Spirit Grass he had eaten, and how many failures he had experienced had made Zhao Xiaomeng's realm barely consolidate at the peak in the late stage of the Qi Cultivation Period, and even the threshold of the foundation building period, Zhao Xiaomeng still couldn't reach it at all! But he was not discouraged, success is not an overnight thing, it is the result of quantitative change causing qualitative change!

The old Taoist of Qingzhumen said with emotion: "Before he has time to go down the mountain, there is a kind of Taoist priest who secretly goes to have fun halfway, and wants to play chess with you as a teacher, but I don't know if you are willing or not, if you can play to win the master, it is enough"!

The old Taoist who was obsessed with chess picked a leaf and handed it to Zhao Xiaomeng!

Zhao Xiaomeng, who was ignorant and unknown, took over the fresh leaves, but continued to smile bitterly: "You apprentice, as a teacher, you can't use green leaves to blow a beautiful sound, it's essential, okay, with you, I miss your lunch meal, right?" ”

The stupid Xu Longxiang actually smiled and nodded.

The old Taoist was very happy, and joked happily: "When there are hawthorns on the mountain, there must be people who like to pick and eat, the hawthorns are delicious, and the time is up!" ”

Zhao Xiaomeng was playing chess with the old Taoist, while thinking about how to win chess, but he didn't know how to lose a few games, and secretly said that it was a pity!

I wanted to make time stand still so that I could stop with it. But I can't catch it, I'm still stumbling in place, and time is no more!

So, every time Zhao Xiaomeng failed, he began to regret his past mistakes, hoping to go back to the past and correct his mistakes, so that he could be more perfect and successful! The old master waved his hand again and again, and said with a smile: "You still can't win the master"!

Zhao Xiaomeng was not reconciled at all, summing up the lessons of losing every game, and sighed why he likes to live in the past, instead of summarizing his own failures, admitting his failures, and thus drawing the experience of failure? So that you can be recognized as successful by those on the same front?

If you deny yourself, you are a devil, even if you mix in the angels and fill up the numbers, you are still pretending to be a ghost, and you can't change the essence of things!

The medieval classical castle, where the white swans in the lake are no longer visible, may have been replaced by elegant vampires!

The devil believes that everything is arranged by God, and everything will have an explanation, but I don't believe it!

The wind gently blows the wildflowers on the mountain, without stopping, without an explanation of the answer, O truth!

The birds fly high, and the mountains are high and the people are the peaks. The sky is a chessboard, and people are pawns!

Chess pieces and chessboards are chess players, but some chess players never make the first move, nor do they have a second move, but this is its way to win!

Everyone has their own destiny!

Whining poets and poetry books!

The beauty of poetry goes to the bones and the heart. The four seasons are reincarnated, and the years go by; The flowers bloom and the clouds roll up; The willows on the moon, people about dusk. Wandering in the beautiful world of poetry, the eyes are full of flowers, and the heart is warm. I wish: "The wine dispels sorrow and sorrow, and the drunk sleeps on the pillow under the flowers."

The most beautiful thing about poetry is that it teaches us to look at life with a poetic eye, regardless of the wind and snow, regardless of joy and sorrow.

Poetic life is probably the yearning of all of us?!!。

The flat boat looks at the hills in the twilight rain,

Count the rivers drop by drop.

A glass of green wine sings over and over again.

Endless stone May (April and May).

Towards Qin and Chu eight or nine autumns,

The battle is broken and will not be returned.

The psalmist's grumbling still can't wait for the psalm to come!

But it's still dusk, and the night is already very hazy!

The whitewashed background is the color of the sunset, and the shadows are everywhere just like the darkness is everywhere!

The existing filming scene allows the secret that the heart is guarding to be taken away by countless invisible hands!

is still complacent about the success of the fluke, and the invisible tree is making every effort to render the advertising slogan that the night is too beautiful!

All kinds of pictures, repeating the same layout and plotting, or such an old-fashioned plot, like a laughing human comedy, some people say it's like hell......

There are scenery everywhere in the world, and this is the only place to be!