The sun rises and the earth is right, and the morning dawn is brilliant. ”

At the beginning of the day, yin and yang intersect, light and dark alternate, light expells darkness, and the sun rises in the east.

The morning is full of dawn, and all things are salty. ”

Everything recovers, there are mountains and flowing water clouds and mist in the distance, and there are small bridges and flowing water people nearby.

At the end of the day, back to Fengzhen, Fengfu, Fengjialun got up, washed, dressed, and looked in the mirror.

Dark circles, heavy.

He went into the kitchen, fiddled with pots and pans, lit firewood, smoked from cooking, cooked porridge, steamed eggs, prepared some refreshments, fruits.

In three moments, everything is ready.

Feng Jialun came to the door of the Su Ling room with a basin of hot water and knocked three times.

Su Ling got up, yawned, took the hot water, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and began to wash, dress and put on makeup.

A little vermilion mark in the center of the eyebrows, light tenderness, instantaneous beautiful eyes, and charming demeanor.

At the end of the hour, Su Lingfeng Jialun ate together.

After the meal, the refreshments and fruits, silently, the atmosphere today is not right.

The two moved rocking chairs and lay under the locust tree in the yard, swaying the shadows of the trees, dappled with sunshine, quiet and peaceful.

Time passed quietly......

At three o'clock, the two went to the street to buy vegetables.

When he came back, he only carried six eggs, Su Ling walked in front, and Feng Jialun carried eggs behind.

At the beginning of the day, in the kitchen, Su Ling personally cooked, egg fried rice.

Six eggs, a bowl of rice.

Thick smoke rises, oil and water are moist, eager to try, shrink back and move forward, one by one.

Feng Jialun supported his chin with both hands, closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep, but his mouth couldn't be closed, and he couldn't stop coughing.

Smoke, too smoky, too choking.

At the end of the day, Feng Jialun ate, and Su Ling watched him eat from the side, but she didn't eat.

Egg fried rice, no eggs, no rice, a piece of black pasty.

Feng Jialun looked at Su Ling, with light makeup, and a little vermilion mark on his eyebrows, which turned into sweat and a little black spot.

With a smile on her face, she kept watching him eat, her hands folded, waiting.

He was so moved that he took a few bites of rice in quick succession, puffing out his mouth and not moving his throat.

In the end, he gave up.

Your face is not clean, go wash it first. Feng Jialun said, reaching out to wipe the stains on Su Ling's face.

Su Ling's eyes widened, he took out a bronze mirror, saw himself in the mirror, whimpered, and ran away.

After a long time, Su Ling came back, with light makeup, a clean and fair face, and no other artificial carvings.

In front of Feng Jialun, the bowl was empty, and he touched his belly with a satisfied face.

Is it delicious? She asked, looking expectant.

Does that still make sense? Feng Jialun pushed the empty bowl and gestured with his eyes.

Have you eaten enough? Su Ling asked, raising her left hand.

Feng Jialun didn't ask questions and answers, his hand touched his stomach, patted it, bulging, satisfied.

"Smack"

Su Ling directly slapped Feng Jialun's head.

"I'm still hungry, you don't have any brains?"

Feng Jialun hurriedly ran out to buy food, and did not stay for a moment.

When he returned, he brought a vegetable box and carried wine, and Su Ling prepared some egg fried rice, which happened to be served out of the pot.

This time, the egg fried rice is golden and golden, which makes people more appetizing.

The two happily ate and drank, praised each other, and did not hesitate to praise each other.

Time flies by like a white horse......

At the end of Shen Shi, Su Ling helped pack his bags, and Feng Jialun sat and watched, and the two were silent and silent.

At three o'clock, Qiu Jiawen, Huo Wu, Yadan, Yaqing, and Xiaoyun came to the gate of Fengfu, and Huo Wu went in for a while, and then came out to wait.

Fire dance, eyebrows, cinnabar seal.

For a long time, Feng Jialun had not come out, and Qiu Jiawen led the four people first.

In the Feng Mansion, Feng Jialun hugged Su Ling and said goodbye.

"Sister-in-law, when you are thirty years old, I will give you a great gift, unique. ”

Silly, where I need your things, you just take care of yourself. ”

“ ...... ”

Feng Jialun said a lot, and when he walked out of the door of Feng Mansion, he only remembered his promise.

Su Ling didn't send it, he went straight and didn't look back.

After he left, Su Ling closed the door and locked it, black dark clothes, golden mask, rode a horse, and left in the dust.

Wumei Dumpling Restaurant, Jingshu stood at the door and looked around, kicking and uneasy, anxious.

The beauty is in sight, and the autumn water is white.

Feng Jialun walked here with his bags on his back, and smiled at Jingshu.

If the deceased doesn't say goodbye, how can they see each other again?

She hugged him, tightened, and let go.

He reached out to wipe the cinnabar mark from her eyebrows and said with a smile. You don't look good with cinnabar prints, but you look better if you look natural. ”

She looked down, dimples, and didn't look at him.

I will try, and one day, we will be free people. He promised, tilting his head, chest up, belly tucked, and standing upright.

She gave him a box, a purse, and cut off a strand of his hair.

The two parted, she sent, he turned back, until they no longer saw each other, she turned away, one step three times turned back, he went straight and never looked back.

Teenager amorous, much love mature, teenage head, brunette.

Mature women are affectionate, prefer gentlemen, middle-aged hair, fluttering.

Feng Jialun caught up with Fire Dance, and she walked behind Qiu Jiawen, pausing as she went, looking back.

Shui Dingsheng didn't go with him, I don't know where he went?

Six people hit the road, carrying the sunset.

The morning and evening are instantaneous, the moment is beautiful, people are farewell, and growth is only in this moment.

Far away on the hillside, a woman on horseback looked at this side from afar, staring for a long time.

At the foot of the ghost pot mountain, looking up, the Yin and Yang Tower is still so conspicuous, hidden from time to time, playing hide and seek in the clouds.

There is an endless stream of colleges and universities, stepping back and forth.

Xia Yiri, Wen Mei, Wen Li, Tang Na, and Shui Dingsheng came together.

Yang Zhishui, Xu Yijian, and Chen Kuijiang walked together, talked and laughed, and became friends.

Yun Jialuo and Qin Yun, the two are together.

Huo Gengyun, Tsing Yi hand in hand, do not shy away.

Yun Yiyi was dressed in a yellow robe, a yellow road hat, and a white dust, floating in, fairy wind bones.

Go up the mountain, walk the plank road, and set foot on the territory of Huifeng Academy.

Feng Jialun, Huo Wu, and Shui Dingsheng went up the mountain all the way to talk and laugh, and make trouble.

Feng Jialun was often kicked and pinched, while Shui Dingsheng was greeted by Feng Jialun with his fists from time to time, as for Huo Wu, the eldest sister, no one moved.

The three of them returned to normal, and they fought every day.

Qiu Jiawen followed closely behind, hostile to Shui Dingsheng, paying attention to Feng Jialun, and spoiling the fire dance.

Wen Mei, Wen Li, and Tang Na held hands, sang, and went up the mountain, behind them, Xu Yijian and Yang Zhishui followed closely.

Chen Kuijiang and Yadan also held hands, and were stimulated by Huo Gengyun and Tsing Yi, and the four of them talked and laughed and teased each other.

Yun Jialuo and Qin Yun separated, each went to one side, and no longer talked.

On the second day of summer, one person went up the mountain, literati and scholars, watching the beautiful scenery and enjoying the sunset.

Yun Yiyi is still alone, chic, and I am alone at the end of the world.

Xiaoya stood at the top of the Ghost Pot Mountain, looked at the side of the plank road, and after seeing Feng Jialun, she turned around and left.

Go back to the dormitory, pack your bags, and pack your mood.

At dinner, Feng Jialun, Huo Wu, and Shui Dingsheng sat down to eat together, Huo Wu's mouth kept talking, Feng Jialun echoed, and Shui Dingsheng was silent.

In the small forest, the three of them practiced the three-talent sword formation, and there was a tacit misunderstanding, and Shui Ding's standing position was not tenacious enough, and after practicing for half an hour, he gasped for breath and was empty.

What's the matter with you, big brother, kidney deficiency? Feng Jialun looked at Shui Dingsheng strangely, surprised to see that he was tired quickly.

Damn, it's kind of you being stepped on the shoulders by two people to give it a try? Shui Dingsheng was dissatisfied, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was unhappy.

What are you two doing? Huo Wu gave Feng Jialun a kick and glared at Shui Dingsheng.

The three of them continued, but they still couldn't reach the previous tacit understanding.

At the moment, Wenmei fluttered in.

She has a white dress, long black hair, a smile on her face, ripe melons, and gentle as water.

The four of them practiced the Four Elephants Sword Formation, the Wind Jialun Taiyin, the Fire Dance Shaoyin, the Water Ding Shengyang, the Wenmei Shaoyang, the Xuanwu, the White Tiger, the Vermilion Bird, and the Green Dragon.

All of a sudden, the sword qi was rampant, the small trees fell in chaos, and the big trees were scarred, and they were full of messes.

Shui Ding's vitality has recovered to its peak, the sun, the sun in the yang, the fire aura soars into the sky, holding a green bamboo sword, burning, blazing, and itself is like fire.

His strength seemed to be refined, restraining the fire dance, making Shui Dingsheng feel uncomfortable.

Wen Mei was wrapped in green gas, and he was calm and unaffected, but instead stimulated Shui Dingsheng's fire aura, making him even more violent.

This time, Wen Meimu and Shui Ding made a fire, completely suppressing Feng Jia Lun Shui and Huo Wujin.

Wood makes fire, wood is strong, fire is weak, wood helps fire grow.

The four of them have cooperated for a long time, but they have not really achieved integration, and the five elements are still born or restrained by each other.

Sword light, sonorous iron sound, the four of them stood in their own positions, releasing their attribute aura.

Wenmei is the strongest, Shui Dingsheng is second, Fengjia is the third, and Fire Dance is the last.

For a long time, people scattered.

Shui Dingsheng and Wen Mei left together.

Fire Dance angrily kicked Feng Jia Lun, dissatisfied, stomped his feet, became angry, and ran away, leaving Feng Jia Lun alone.

Dry is the sky, Kun is the earth, earthquake is thunder, Xun is the wind, Kan is the water, the separation is the fire, the Gen is the mountain, and the exchange is the ze. ”

Dry is the head, Kun is the abdomen, shock is the foot, Xun is the stock, Kan is the ear, the separation is the eye, the Gen is the hand, and the exchange is the mouth. ”

Heaven and earth are positioned, the mountains are ventilated, the thunder and wind are thin, and the water and fire do not shoot each other. The gossip is wrong, the one who counts the past is good, and the one who knows the future is reversed. ”

The fire is away from the water, the wind is dry, the thunder is shocked, and the earth is Kun Mountain. ”

The grove, the water of Yang sings, looking up at the sky.

Not far away, Yin Bai sat on the ground, the five elements of aura, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, all over his body were haunted by five different rich aura, and his eyes were clear.

Feng Jialun was shocked, squinting his eyes for a while, frowning, pursing his lips and touching his thighs.

He quietly retreated, carrying his back.

In the boys' dormitory, Feng Jialun takes a bath, wears white pajamas, and looks in the mirror.

Huo Gengyun ran to the girls' dormitory, Feng Jialun didn't go, and today he was a little sad, tired, tired, sleepy, and frightened.

Yun Yiyi's practice of opening the altar, peach wood sword, glutinous rice, chicken blood, dog blood, yellow fu and so on are readily available.

Shui Dingsheng did not return, and he did not come back after leaving with Wenmei.

With his head resting on his hands, Feng Jialun lay on the bed in contemplation.

Meow, meow, meow. ”

Meow, meow, meow. ”

“ ...... ”

There was a burst of cat meows outside the dormitory, it was still a female cat, calling three times to listen for a while, then three times, and then a while.

Feng Jialun quietly climbed out of bed, dressed, prepared a pair of red embroidered cloth shoes, and quietly walked out of the dormitory.

Outside the dormitory, Fire Dance was barefoot, waiting.

How can it be so fast today? She asked, surprised.

Brother Ding Sheng hasn't come back yet, so I just came out. Feng Jialun replied, no joy or sorrow.

Huo Wu's expression darkened and he stopped talking.

He squatted down, lifted the soles of her feet, and gently and carefully put on Huo Wu's shoes, the white soles of her feet, the crystal clear toes, and the blood vessels were clearly visible.

Putting on her shoes, she took a few steps and stomped her foot.

You know what? I'm angry. She kicked him, pouting.

His eyes were fixed on her red lips, frowning, furrowed.

The moonlight is like water, shuttling through the clouds, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, rippling.

The two figures overlapped each other, one holding on tightly, and the other unsuccessfully.

A strong kiss that lasts for a long time.

He forced, as if to merge her into himself, and she gasped, pinching the soft flesh of his waist and stomping on his feet.

After a long time, the two dispersed and went back separately.

Qiu Jiawen walked out of the darkness and followed closely by Feng Jialun.

In the darkness, only the screams of Feng Jialun were heard, and he was finally dying.

In Feng Jialun's dormitory, I only heard Shui Dingsheng's screams, * constantly, and finally became miserable.

The night is like stagnant water, and the waves are not alarmed.

Time is moving, the environment is changing, and people are adapting to local conditions.

Nothing to say all night, waiting for the dawn.