Under the moon, the lonely people walk, sighing in the lonely pavilion.

Raise the bottle and stain the clothes, and the geese go to the river.

The eyes are full of sadness, and the leaves are full of autumn wind.

Drink the moon alone and seal the frost by yourself.

The white head is empty, and the light finger rings Shutong.

The jade is surrounded by thoughts, lonely and calm.

Raising the head of the moon like washing, who is afraid of the cold autumn night?

Sorrowful and anti-Qingfang, chanting bones to see the ancient style.

The body is the heir of the Ji family, and the name is '萸' and the word 'slave idiot'.

The sword is not crowned, and the prestige is Xuanhe Mountain.

Junhua is like white jade, and his clothes are beautiful.

Qingyin Ruolanxin, out of the dust like a fairy.

Withdrawn and not in the group, who is the companion in the middle of the night?

Carrying a piano and a sword on the piano case.

The sound of playing the piano is ancient, and the light of the sword dance is flowing.

Qin knows that I am lonely, and the sword solves my loneliness.

The piano crossed his knees, sneering and contemptuous.

As Ji Kang, endure the filth?

The fairy is as bright as a crane, and the wonderful fingers are as light as cotton.

A sword in the hand, proud of the sky.

The sheath knocks on the Shaolin door, and the sword sweeps the Wudang clouds.

Who is the opponent in the world?

The sword and the rivers and lakes passed, and the piano descended to the palace.

Stir up the Kunlun snow and blame the West Lake Moon.

The clouds are all crazy, and they are silent alone.

Go back to the moss stairs and wipe out the wooden bridge to the left.

The fallen leaves flutter by themselves, and the figure is alone.

The moon sets at night, and the fireflies scatter.

Dismantling the word Bu Yu rope, the full moon is afraid and broken.

One piano for a day, one sword for one person.

Without a companion, Ji Yu suddenly sighed.

Walking with your hands down, you have to turn nine turns.

The plains across the river are open, and the begonias are full.

All of them are weak, and the tombs are miserable.

A stele in front of the tomb is straight, and the stele blade shows six words.

The upper paragraph is "Aqiao's tomb", and the next paragraph is "tears of condolence".

Who is the daughter of Aqiao?

When I fell asleep, I thought about it.

The autumn moon shines darkly, and the begonias scatter gently.

Cold and lonely under the moon, who shares the Yellow Spring?

The wine is drunk with the deceased, and the stele is full of tears.

The independent grave is wide, and Mochizuki has a deep feeling.

One person looks at January, how many people shine in January?

It's unbearable to express loneliness, swinging swords at hand.

Catching a sword is like catching a pen, writing poems between stone tablets.

The mouth occupies seven steps, and the pen is written into five words.

The bright moon hurts the guest's heart, and the moon is in vain.

Li Baisi's hometown, Su Shi Chanjuan.

Sacrifice the beauty with poetry, who can climb the ancient times?

The inscription in front of the tomb is five unique, and the sword is erected and the monument is cold.

"A round of bright moon white, looking at the moon people waiting.

I don't know how to get round tonight under the spring?"

The inscription is written and the poem is lonely.

The fugue feels nostalgic, one stroke at a time.

Although the poem is not dipped in ink, the pen is sharp to the bone.

The poem is not finished, and people cry in the poem.

The living live in the world, and the dead return to dust.

People in the tomb and outsiders, how can they complain about lovesickness?

Sitting low on the edge of the grave, Duanqin disciples take care of themselves.

Tears fell at the end of the piano, and the hand stroked the strings.

Ten fingers frustrated, the rhyme began to be sad.

It seems like Xi Shi sobbing, like a resentment that is difficult to express.

At first stroke, the moonlight is cold, and the second stroked begonias withered.

Three strokes the messy sideburns, and four strokes the lonely tomb.

Five strokes urge the waist to fold, and six strokes provoke frowning.

Seven strokes of the beauty sigh, eight strokes of the gentleman bowed.

The Fuqin man was sad, and Xiao Ran was sad about the falling wood.

Draw your sword and leap, and dance under the moon.

Spread your butterfly wings lightly, and be cunning to beat the raccoon step.

A move "fighting crane style", swinging a sword.

Floating clouds flying, heavy thunder out.

Curb the water of the Yangtze River and kill the Nanlin Tiger.

A sword Taishan collapses, who dares to decide the winner!

The breeze was cold, and the sword was lonely.

Beside the lonely tomb of the bright moon, the shadows take pity on each other.

The ragged robe is fluttering in the wind, and the moonlight is full.

Who can invite Your Excellency to a pair of flowers?

Haunted and unique, the essence is clean and clean.

In vain ordered the people of the world to sigh when the wine was empty.

Alone and confused, someone suddenly sang: "

The white hair is 3,000 zhang, and the fate is like a long one.

I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the mirror. ”

The word "frost" has not yet fallen, and the person has come to his side.

Leisurely folding the fan, the white clothes are fluttering.

Tend to bring the style of the competer, and turn the scholar's intestines softly.

The sword sideburns are autumn eyes, and the dancing flowers are the center.

Tilting his head to Ji Yu, he raised his eyebrows and opened his eyebrows: "

Fortunately, I can worship the sword fairy, but I am not a vulture.

Outside the guest house in Gusu, the cheap word is 'Xianxiang'.

As soon as the world passes, the rivers and lakes wander.

A donkey visited Wuyi, and a raft passed through Xiaoxiang.

Ashamed of love, call me 'Sanbi Lang'.

One stroke shakes Wang Yue, and the second stroke breaks the river.

The three ghost foxes escaped, and the pen was reversed.

The pen is in the recuperation room, and the wind and clouds are in the palm of the hand.

A horizontal thousands of miles of water, a vertical thousands of hills.

A pinch of stars moves, and a pinch of the earth shakes.

Call the rain of Sword Pavilion at night, and drink the frost of the Great Wall.

With a light stroke, I am not ashamed of the overlord.

And in this world, there is no English, and it is only green and silky.

Looking forward to tens of millions of people, who will compete for success?

Those who drink together in the world make the king and the envy of incense.

Waiting under the begonia, it has been subjected to three frosts.

period and you fight, on the move to dance and fly.

The sword contains the strength of the autumn wind, and the pen spits out the moonlight.

Today's Yu Liang will decide who will make the soup!"

After the words are finished, the autumn wind is left, and the long shadow on the ground is left.

Begonias fall from their own falls, and the autumn tombs are lonely.

Ji Yu's eyes were like ice, and she snorted with her hands: "

Ji was contemptuous of the heroes, and he was cold.

Wandering who accompanies the wife and brother of the sword.

My sword is for cultivation, not for fame.

Your Excellency, please go to yourself, and don't miss this moon. ”

The vulture suddenly roared, and the pen was in his hand: "

Wei has been living in seclusion for ten years.

Two strokes to the lonely shadow, a scoop is also alone.

For the head of Ling Baijia, sharpen the pen to sharpen the edge.

endure loneliness all his life, and the pen is cold.

The pen is stained with human blood, not inferior to Huizhou ink.

Yingyue danced alone, and refused to go down to Jing Ke.

Once you can be vertical and horizontal, you can write the rivers and lakes.

Seventeen factions of sorrow, three thousand peaks of qisha.

Only Your Excellency's sword has not been seen so far.

If this wish is not fulfilled, how can it be comforted.

It's the night I'm crazy, sword fairy, please warn. ”

With a wave of his hand, he handed over the move.

Fast as lightning, as fierce as thunder.

One move after another, one move after another, the move wants to kill you.

The gesture is like a rainbow, and Ji Yu is trapped in the middle.

One stroke is connected, and the nine points are sealed.

Dangerous into the pile, the flying boat can not be crossed.

Fan cage bends the tiger, and Chi Huang folds the dragon.

Ji Yu stroked the sword in his hand and refused to send out the cold front.

Raise your head for a month and listen to the sound of the pen.

In the pen of recruitment, the reverie is sentimental.

Sigh and wave your hand, the pen is like a sad fox.

Pacing a few steps slightly, lightly out of the pen circle.

The tiger should roar in the mountains and forests, and the dragon will not be in the pond.

The steps are like a Ling Bo line, and the wind and smoke dissipate in an instant.

Ji Yu held the sword and raised her eyes to complain about the full moon.

Bowing his head is already melancholy, and the shadow is self-conscious.

Wei Vulture raised his eyebrows and said coldly to the moon immortal: "

Sigh Mr. Ji, why don't you come out of the sword.

But my double pen is difficult to enter the eyes of the king?"

Ji Yu turned around and chanted in the wind: "

The sword is my friend, not the blade of my hand.

Shall a drop of blood be stained?

The moon shines on me, and three feet are unbearable.

On the side of the orchid alone, how can I bear not to have a sword soul. ”

The people under the moon are worthy of it, and the sword has a few rhymes.

Soft fingers stroked Haofeng, gloomy to the green grave.

The vulture frowned slightly, and the wind blew a wisp of sideburns.

The paper was folded in his hand, and he walked lightly without a trace.

Falling in front of the tombstone, I saw five words in the poem: "

A round of bright moon white, looking at the moon people to wait for the day.

I don't know how to get round tonight under the spring?"

After reading the four-line stele, he raised his head to the sky: "

I don't mean Mr. Ji, Yuan is an amorous fairy.

But ask the soul in the grave, whose family is it?"

Ji Yu moved to clear the shadow, and the fugue was already slightly drunk.

Begonias fall one after another, sorrowful to kill half of the night.

People don't know when they die, and flowers hurt people's hearts.

Be a poem for the deceased, and see the moon like a wheel.

Greedy for joy for only one moment, extremely thin and basil.

The past is unbearable, and those who remember it are afraid of hurting spring.

Ji Yu is as dry as a tree, and the moonlight falls on his body:"

There is a beautiful woman in the first generation, and the mountain dwelling is deep in the moss house.

Thinking for a long time, looking at the moon with eyes.

Pressed gold thread every night, more embroidered dowry.

The fingers are cold, and the moonlit night is looking forward to pushing the door.

The roller shutter is still waiting for the word, and I am close to the thrush.

The Weaver Girl in the cool evening, the wind comes to caress Yaoqin.

Who can leave the suffering, the world has changed like a cloud.

The rain destroys the begonias, can there be tears?

When people go and are unmarried, I am scared.

The bright moon feels a gentleman, and the begonia breathes the soul.

If you can't get memories, who is your neighbor in the world?

Sadly take the piano and exercise, and pour the wine sadly.

Autumn frost is sad and long-haired, and the bridge is thrown into the bottle.

How to solve the sad thing? ”

The vulture was frantically restrained, his hands shaking and his pen turning.

With a wave of his hand, he drew the tablet with a flying pen.

Holding the book Tang Kai, the pen fell on the next paragraph.

The next paragraph "Sanbi Lang", and the poem is fluttering.

are also lonely people, why are they all sad?

A poem is attached today, and a round of circle is waited.

But see the poem tablet, two poems compete with each other.

The ink of the Song body is thin, and the Tang Kai characters are full.

This night is sad autumn, and the bard has lost weight:"

The bright moon was painted under the flowers, and the monk asked me if I knew.

The flowing water is negative and the flowers are falling, and the people are empty to be leaked. ”

Who is the most amorous?

Who worries about the gentleman and doesn't sleep tonight?

The vulture holds the moon in his hand and collects the pen and carries his back.

The moon will rise, and silent tears have fallen:"

Listening to Jun's words, Wei was heartbroken.

Scattered flowers are like tears, who do you want to send the branches?

It reminds me of the past, and the old people are beautiful.

The old people are unbearable, and the memories are regretful.

I used to be a boudoir, and I wasted ten springs for me.

The island of the independent river, the eyes are broken and the rain is full of tears.

The autumn water people do not return, and they are from the morning.

The oblique moon falls on the lonely city, and the paulownia leaves fall to the root of the house.

Go to Yicheng for a long trip, hate me and groan.

But in order to sharpen the blade of the pen, he is alone in the empty valley.

Suddenly and ten years, deeply disappointed by the hearts of the people.

Once I finally woke up, I went out of the valley and searched alone.

knocked on the door and didn't see Yi, and asked the neighbor on a moonlit night.

After the people in the deep alley went, they were appointed to the businessmen.

The smoke and rain passed through the Shen Garden, and the wall hurt my spirit.

The poem is inscribed by the old Yi, and the flavor of the decade is deeper.

People are thin because of lovesickness, and fish are tears sinking.

Falling into the autumn wind, I lost my soul one night.

Not as Sauvignon Blanc, there is no trace of reminiscence.

The cloud locks the cliff head, and one person climbs alone.

Ask who else I am, admiring me with all my heart,

Thinking that I can't sleep at night, remembering my tears?

If you want to see the vain sad, I will drink alone.

Honggu goes to a thousand mountains, and whoever is thin is lost. ”

turned around and wore a long coat, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Sorrow urges the wood, who is the wood leaf sinking?

Ji Yu was foolish and thoughtful.

Waiting for the night frost, who knows who has no sleep.

Affection is the most unbearable, ancient and modern.

Thousands of gray hairs, who will cut the knife?

The vulture listened attentively, and the footsteps in the distance seemed to be: "

There are high-ranking people on the left and right, sir, please be careful. ”

Ji Yu slightly bowed his head, and his hand was already three feet: "

The body of the comer is like a butterfly, and the light work is peerless.

The footsteps are light and steady, and the landing is like the wind.

Shaolin is light and cloudy, and the rivers and lakes are nothing like it.

I don't know who the senior monk is, who is here alone in the middle of the night?"

The figure has not yet been seen, and I smell a cry:"

The old man was ashamed of the monk and met with Ji Jushi.

Disturb Your Excellency tonight, don't blame the monk. ”

Before he finished speaking, he arrived alone.

Qingfeng is an old monk, and his hands are folded.

The wind moved the green robe roll, and the white mustache fluttered on the chest.

A light gesture, leisurely bend the middle finger.

The fingers are bent and played, referring to the sound of the wind.

The finger end is really straight, and when one of them is swayed.

Ji Yu moved to the left, and held the sword slightly horizontally.

A finger is like a flying arrow, and it is stopped by a sword.

The old monk flicked his sleeves slightly, and then retracted his five fingers: "

Ming Zai Ji Jushi, I am ashamed to bow here.

One hand is 'selfless', and it is unbearable to let you try.

The last skill is not worth it, sir, please comment. ”

Ji Yu stood on the side of the sword, and bowed his head back: "

Before the bitter master, Ji dared to make a mistake!

The only one in the world has always come to Shaolin Temple.

Rolling light cloud steps, Ran Ran has no self.

The master refers to Yichun, and there is no flaw.

When it comes like a breeze, it is gone without a trace.

It is only admired that everyone dares to compete for power.

But as a monk, how can the six roots not be purified?

Don't lean down the mountain and pine, don't hear the sound of bells and drums.

Although the fingers are deep, the dust is heavy.

He also advised the master to repent and meditate on the green lantern.

Master Ben Gaoshi, dare not disturb the Buddha to listen.

Late born stupid, talk about the wind in the ears. ”

He folded his hands together and whispered the Lotus Sutra.

The moon shines on the monk's head, reflecting the moonlight.

Begonia piles on the ground, late at night and clear in autumn.

Brushing the dust on the clothes, who comes to this fairyland:"

Now I heard the advice of the wise man, and I was shocked.

He has been a man for 30 years, burning incense and chanting.

Sweep the yellow leaves at dawn, and listen to the sound of Sanskrit at night.

On the eve of Anzen, there is still a false name.

In order to practice without self-fingers, he plays the clock all year round.

In order to walk lightly and lightly, climb the peak of forgetting me.

Although the fingering is timeless, it is difficult to extinguish the Buddha's headlamp.

Light power is elegant, not as good as ten thousand troubles.

There are many evil desires in the heart, how can you control the poisonous dragon?

Vulgar listen to the filthy vulture, bitter memories of the lotus stem.

If you think about it a lot, you won't hinder your cultivation!"

Looking up at the long sky, Xiao Se reminisced about the past.

The lock eyebrows are rootless, and the autumn frost is full of clothes.

Ji Yu paced a few steps, and the moon had risen to the middle of the sky: "

A careless sentence evokes three thousand worries.

Ji is talking in vain, master, please see you. ”

Bitter and ashamed, it is difficult to make a sorrow:"

I have worries, so why do I need to hook the donor?

The past is like a drifting wind, and it is unbearable to look back.

used to be sad, every sigh of the moon is like a hook.

The moon shines sadly, who will suffer lovesickness?"

The vulture shook the fan again, groaning and shaking his head lightly: "

A drop of lovesick tears makes people white.

Affectionate who cuts it, the past waves!"

Ji Yu sat on the stone and crossed his knees: "

Since it is the same world, there is no need to be in the West Building.

Ji stroked a paragraph and talked about the gentleman's sorrows. ”

The five fingers fall on the belly of the piano, and it must turn to late autumn.

Bowing her head and stroking it, the Weaver Girl was already thin.

The plucked piano has a grudge, who meets Tingzhou?

It's unbearable, and the sycamore falls overnight.

is so cold and cold, how can the three of them be worried?

Those who caress are in reverie, and those who listen are worried about scratching their heads.

I can't worry about hairpins, and I think about wine for a long time.

A song and a scoop of drinking, drinking empty eternal worries.

Ji Yu stroked the piano with his hand, and the long chant will enter the wine: "

The amorous is lonely, and the drinker is left behind.

What a pity for the five-flowered horse, what a pity for the daughter.

The bright moon borrows a bucket and sells eternal sorrow together. ”

Wei Vulture felt this, and was depressed.

And dancing with the wind, the dancing pen is messy.

There is sorrow to complain to whom, and the pen is lingering.

The leaves fall early in autumn, and people seem to have gone crazy.

The pen falls in a shower, and the pen flashes.

The autumn wind sweeps away the leaves, killing people at the snap of a finger.

A thousand strokes, not thoughtful.

Don't dare to take this pen lightly, rather light Mount Tai.

Frightened, there was no grave ghost, and the soul was scattered.

Shocking spending, who dares to be ashamed!

Elegant Wang Xizhi, flying Tang Zhangdian.

The book saint is ashamed, and the grass saint has been mourned.

Suddenly, he whistled and stopped writing to Chanjuan.

The begonias are also tempted and fly into the clouds.

Sigh bitterly and regret the defeat of flowers, and take a petal in your hand.

I feel that this person is also stupid, and I feel pitiful.

Stretch your neck and think deeply, the autumn geese have no horizon: "

Thirty years have passed, and the old man is still young.

The bitter chant is more bald pen, and the name of the poem is extraordinary.

The frost paper is purple smoke, and the moon is cold and the iron inkstone is swallowed.

Umbrella diagonal bridge crossed, moth eyebrows more curtains.

Wandering in the moss path at night, listening to the east wind sour.

The elegance of the moment is not inferior to Jin Taoqian.

There are wonderful girls in the east city, and they are so light.

I am very obsessed, and the night is forever long.

If you want to get a glimpse of the Yiren, copy the poem and hand it to Gao Xuan.

Before seeing it, he was angry, and the red sleeves lost his poetry.

The feeling of sorrow is boundless, and the intestines are sour.

Tears next to the courtyard, in front of the West Chamber.

Located under the moon, one person has a cold autumn night.

Being single is unbearable, lonely and scholarly is far away.

Three thousand sorrowful long hair, cut the knife painfully.

One trick entered Shaolin and meditated for 30 years.

Remembering the beauty in the morning, the twilight is empty.

After thirty years in a trance, the six roots are the most difficult to cut.

Why do you quit love and poison? The Buddha scroll has no answer. ”

Feiying fell full of clothes, and Mochizuki whispered: "

People are afraid of dogwood, and flowers are afraid of water.

I was afraid of the ghost's anger, so I didn't dare to knock on the door. ”

Flick your fingers at the antique book, and the poem will be inscribed on the tablet.

Qin Seal is graceful, and the moon captures the charm.

The pen is full of force, and the payment is "sad".

The artistic conception is very noble, and the ghost seems to be a neighbor.

Fingers put thoughts, through the embroidery needle.

Ji Yu held the flowers in her hand and tasted the poetry and taste: "

People are afraid of dogwood, and flowers are afraid of water.

I was afraid of the ghost's anger, so I didn't dare to knock on the door.

It turns out that Dongcheng girl has a lover in her heart.

But I am afraid that my lover will make a mistake, so I dare not take care of you.

The master is difficult to complain about, and he is full of sorrow.

The infatuation is not disturbed, and it is a lifetime of suffering. ”

Bitter and tearful, melancholy can not be expressed:"

Taste the bitterness of lovesickness, and be ashamed of the early days.

The old man is called 'bitter and ashamed', and this calamity is also a few days.

The flowing water pities the bright moon, and the moon is wet.

Whoever is affectionate in the middle of the night is willing to chase away the moon. ”

Suddenly changed his eyes sharply, and glared at Ji Nu's idiot: "

I have heard the 'lovesickness trick' for a long time, and killing people is like lovesickness.

The sword has not yet been seen, but the man is already dead.

Thinking like an antelope hanging horns, there is always no trace of coming and going.

The donor is in his hand, and so is the ethereal.

Drops of lovesick blood are dyed red.

People die irreparably, and the living are stupid.

Long make lovers, tears in vain.

A sword 'lovesickness', how many lovesickness.

Is it ashamed to dance the sword? ”

Ji Yu held the sword in his hand, staring at it again: "

My lovesickness is not to provoke lovesickness.

Dancing the sword is a thought, and it has never made people die.

My sword thinks because of me, and I think because of my sword.

The sword of man is the same as lovesickness, so it is called 'lovesickness'.

The sword is clean, and the sword is also clean, and the sword is also stupid.

One person and one sword, lovesickness and self-knowledge. ”

With a flick of his hand, he rarely straightened his beard: "

If you wield a sword and don't kill someone, who will believe it?

The old man's uncle is the one who died in the king.

Uncle Shi is called 'Zhicha', and his reputation is martial arts.

In charge of the Dharma Academy, the internal strength has been superb.

Died of lovesickness, Shaolin was shocked.

Assign the old man to come and talk to the king. ”

Ji Yu was silent for a long time, as if she was worried.

Looking up at the sky for a long time, he said sadly: "

Small skills are negligent, how dare you disturb Shaolin.

Shocked to hear that the Zen master had died, Ji Sheng was also saddened. ”

Bitterly ashamed, he sneered at Feng Sensen: "

Your Excellency said this, and the old man tried to ask:

How many people are there in the world?"

Ji Yu stroked the stone tablet, and was still self-conscious: "

In addition to being born in the later years, he is also a soul in the tomb.

People and ghosts love each other, and there is no third person. ”

Bitter and ashamed, angry has forced his eyebrows: "

The ghost has fallen asleep, how can he kill.

The one who killed my uncle is undoubtedly the only king.

Dare to take five steps in blood, but dare not dissect sincerity.

Your Excellency, with your stunts, even contempt Shaolin?"

Ji Yu was alone and didn't want to refute more: "

In his later life, he was willing to avert his sins and kill his neck to redeem the soul of the monk.

But after one death, bury the bones in the grave of neighbors. ”

Bitter and affectionate, I feel deeply sorry for this:"

There is a total of souls under the spring, and how many gentlemen are envious.

Leave me to cry for a long time, and I will be dusted without hair.

Your Excellency dies tonight, and who will you do tomorrow.

There is no self to refer to, and a grave is empty.

Although the boiled crane is very bad, it is not so hurtful. ”

The killing move can't be made?

The breeze blows on people's faces, and the eyes are already out of sight.

The shadow was light in the distance, and suddenly two people came.

One is dressed like snow, and the other is floating like a cloud.

Hand in hand, no dust.

The body is like a volley, light like a crane.

The two of them walked so far, and they suddenly took a long step.

The tall man in white leaned behind him with a sword.

Du sneered, and the yellow leaves were already depressed.

Those who are thin in robes have a cold hand.

With a red scarf on his head, he stood beside him.

Ji Yu copied his hands and bowed to the slimmer: "

In the next Ji slave idiot, see the 'Kunlun Crane'.

I'm ashamed that I haven't swept the couch, so please don't be too much. ”

The thin man also worships it, and gently brushes the begonias:"

The sword immortal He Taiqian is ashamed of the Kunlun crane.

Xiao and Brother Lu are really uninvited guests.

My generation tends to be sudden, so that you are busy.

There is helplessness in it, please be considerate of the sword fairy. ”

Ji Yu smiled lightly, and worshiped the person in white for the second time: "

Ji has been an admirer for a long time, and a swordsman in the Tianshan Mountains.

I'll see you tonight, so lucky!"

The swordsman waved his hand, and he didn't want to say anything.

As cold and arrogant as snow, it is lined with white clothes.

Si people's name is "Lu Ji", and his name is "Tianshan Swordsman".

The sharpness of a sword has licked countless blood.

Living in the Western Regions, it is not inferior to the Central Plains.

Dancing in the snow at night, who knows?

The thin man's name is "Xiao Jie", and he calls himself "Kunlun Crane".

Swinging back into the abyss, flying across the heavenly pavilion.

The first person to do light work, bend a crane first.

Xiao Jie walked a few steps, poor Haitangse: "

Autumn wood makes people sigh, who can bear to pick it by hand?

The flowers are also sighing, and the flowers are blooming. ”

I was really sad, and I was suddenly surprised:"

Begonias are spring creatures, and March is germination.

Why is autumn already thick, and Qiong Yao is still full of trees?"

Ji Yu stroked a branch, and replied in a slow voice: "

It has not withered for many years, and this is not an ordinary flower.

The skin and bones are not afraid of cold, and the roots move to the Tibetan border gorge.

The wind knife destroys the flowers and rain, and the frost sword sharpens the branches and claws.

The harder it gets, the stronger it gets, and Ling Xue sprouts.

The unyielding tree is like a person, and the fragrance is bitter and cold.

The brocade of flowers is like a bonade, whether it is winter or summer. ”

The sigher is too late to sigh, and the flowers are like snow.

Although the wind came and fell, the Ming Dynasty was scorching.

Begonias are miserable overnight, and they are unbearable.

The green grave is still barren, and it is touching that I can't bear to say goodbye.

Ji Yu sighed softly, and Qi Qi stroked his hand: "

The night is cold and the moon is bright, and the wind is clear and clear.

Begonias fall for me, and I sing for begonias. ”

Waving his sleeves, he stroked three or two times.

The voice is low like a murmur, euphemistic and fluttering.

The autumn moon is white, and the smoke and water are far away.

Who listens and is not moved by it?

Bitter and ashamed folded his hands, Mochizuki thought piously:"

Sad Ji layman, sorrowful more than the old monk.

Listen to a piece of music and understand the situation.

The plucker is gentle, and the memories are painful.

Only those who are tempted can come to this high realm. ”

Ji Yu was stunned, and the night frost on her eyebrows was condensed.

Lonely alone, still awake from memory.

Lu Ji sneered and hummed softly disdainfully: "

Your Excellency is elegant, and the high and gentle are few.

But Lu is a sloppy person.

A sword in the guest, only know how to play a long shot.

Niu Ear doesn't hear the piano, and he lives up to Jun Yada.

Besides, I have come thousands of miles not for the piano and flowers.

The green sword behind him is there, and there is a question for Your Excellency. ”

After Ji Yu's hand was lost, he looked at the begonia: "

Ji is polite and sparse, and he is ashamed of Lu Daxia.

Jun carries a three-foot sword, I don't know what to ask?"

Wei Vultures smiled and stepped lightly on the moonlight: "

I have admired the Tianshan Sword for a long time, and the sword spirit is soaring to the end of the world.

Now that I look at it, the scenery is terrible.

A crazy husband's ear, it is difficult to lose and win the name.

The hermit autumn said the sword, and the secluded night sencha.

Er Cao only boiled the crane, only to increase the flaws.

is just rude, and the sword immortal doesn't care about him.

The vertical is insufficient, and Wei can take it. ”

Lu Ji flicked his clothes, and Ran Fei begonia flowers: "

Lu is like this, arrogant to my family.

A nameless descendant, unworthy of my answer. ”

Wei Vulture's shoulders shook and grabbed it with one hand:"

The blade has been in the bone, Er Cao will not answer?!"

The stroke of the pen rises and falls, and the stroke is fierce.

The thunder crashed all over the world, and the pen flashed to split the cliff.

Lu Ji was stunned, but he drew his sword: "

The move is extraordinary, leading me to sigh gracefully.

The green sword has not sounded for a long time, and I am also lonely. ”

The sword is like a rainbow, and the branches and flowers are dropped.

Its sage is three feet blue, and the shadow is under the cold moon.

The sword is soft, and the moves tend to be elegant.

The style is like a cloud, and it belongs to "Lanting Tuo".

The first post of the calligraphy, wielding a sword to copy calligraphy.

Wonderful Tianshan guest, worthy of the world.

Ruthless and unforgiving, his demeanor is still sassy.

The sword is coquettish, and the frost is blooming.

The besiegers avoided it one after another, as if they had their cheeks cut by the wind.

The Lu family is the master of Tianshan, and it is not a vain word.

The vulture waved lightly, turning horizontally and slashing.

The pen is full of internal strength, and the body is mixed.

One step at a time, people are afraid of ghosts.

The pen chirped gradually, waking up a crow.

There are more than 100 moves, and I don't know who is superior.

The sword crosses the water and goes against the water, and the pen falls on the high mountain.

If there is a grudge, they will fight each other.

Those who dare to force ten steps, the tiger hurts the dragon and is blind.

The pen wind enters the flag array, and the sword breath penetrates the cold armor.

Step by step, Chu and Han contended, and recruited the same Qin Ba.

Hate the ancient battlefield, kill the enemy like hemp.

The king of Qin, He Xiong, is unbearable to be killed with a sword.

Wei Vulture waved his pen fiercely, and Lu Jiyue was more and more sassy.

Drum flying begonias, exuding the moon.

Suddenly, one person jumped, and everyone was dumbfounded.

The comer is in tattered robes, and the shadow is like an immortal.

With a wave of his hand, the pen and sword are snatched.

Who dares to take life lightly and intercept a whale shark alone?

Si people are Ji Yu, and martial arts are mysterious.

One palm to two masters, quietly independent.

Hold the Tianshan sword on the left and catch the judge's pen on the right.

The moonlight casts a shadow, and the begonias are separated.

The moon is full of melancholy.

Turning his head to look at Zhuhao, the chickens stand alone:"

Wu Goutao is beautiful, and the famous pen title is romantic.

Why bother to taste blood, make future generations worried. ”

The pen and sword pay for two. The vulture paused: "

Wei has been 19 years, reluctant to give up night and day.

Today, when you try the blade, you will know that the penmanship is ugly.

Before shaking the pen and sword immortal, it was unbearable to make a move.

Ashamed to Lin Yuehang, how quiet is tonight. ”

Tears have dripped from the pen, and the tears are light in the late autumn:"

A pair of pens are sad, and I am white.

has not become a top skill, Xiao Niang has taken a break.

What is the use of a pen, so that I will stay together.

Abandon it tonight, and look for someone alone. ”

Suddenly, I saw the bright moon and threw my pen to the far hill.

He smiled bitterly at himself, and put his hands empty: "

Thank you Ji Jianxian for accepting my three kowtows.

Mr.'s high skills are peerless.

Wind and martial arts, no one can be on the right.

Wei has this defeat, and his fame has been thoroughly understood.

Laugh today, and resume selling wine tomorrow.

Since then, he has drifted and become incognito to the head of the green peak.

A raft of floating water, fluttering for no reason.

Throw away all the merit and fame, and cut a lifetime of worries. ”

Ji Yu is Benhua, smiling like the wind into the willows:"

Your Excellency's epiphany is gone.

Sigh that I am a vulgar husband, and I travel freely in the world.

The bright moon wants to shine on me, but I go to the ditch.

Send the period of the guard, Jingjie and Wuliu.

Hold Yu is not stained with dust, and plant chrysanthemums from then on. ”

The vultures shook their clothes and said goodbye.

The flowers are full of bright moonlight, and the shadow shines on the sleeves of the robe.

The white clothes move the breeze, and it is more cold autumn to walk alone.

Looking up to the sky and chanting poetry, after the extinction of begonias:"

Throwing a bottle to Li Bai can be romantic today.

On the cliff of the moon, the ghost has no worries. ”

The sound of people going away is getting farther and farther away, and the night is empty.

Lu Jidu was arrogant and despised the vulture: "

The spirit is not manly, and it is difficult to conspire with each other.

Isn't it a rat-like stream to live in seclusion?

Qi Hao thought about Jing Ke, and the defeat did not humiliate Wu Hook.

Fight this skull, why not be afraid to fight with the dragon. ”

The hand is horizontal and the frost is sharp, and the eyebrows are full of spirit: "

This sword has been eternal, who is the opponent?

My generation should talk about it again, who is the king and who is the coward. ”

The dragon roared cold, and the wind fluttered.

The sky is cold and the moon is cold, and the Milky Way is cut off.

Ji Yu's eyebrows slanted slightly, and he waved his hand angrily: "

Therefore, there is a tomb, and the quiet field is idle in the moon.

I think I'm a Yiren, why do I make a mess!"

Move with your hands, step on the cloud dragon scales exhibition.

Intimidating the four-seater guests, the majestic Zha Weiyan.

Lu Ji avoided first, and suddenly the sword turned.

Summoning the "Flying Snow Style", the sword qi destroys the cold.

Ji Yu fought empty-handed, and his clever moves were continuous.

Or the cunning rabbit escapes, or the crouching tiger sleeps.

The palm chop can crack the monument, and the stone plate is slightly moved.

The breeze is also dangerous, and the sound of the hand passing through the wind is hearty.

Lu Ji is a sword, and the Yellow River is overflowing.

Fast as a meteor flying, ruthless as covering a thousand mountains.

The wind was in a hurry, and Xiang Liu Xiang attacked.

Suddenly, there were seven moves, and Ji Yu snapped his fingers.

Wave your fingers sharply, and your fingertips are on the tip of the sword.

The sword qi was gloomy, and the finger qi made the moon remnant.

Lu Ji folded it, and the sword was wildly absorbed: "

Calling thousands of troops in one hand, the sword fairy is really like an immortal.

Lu Mou's martial arts talent is sparse, and he is ashamed of his sword. ”

Ji Yu took a step and picked up a petal:"

I don't know Mr. Lu, what are you doing here.

Do you want to ask, and I don't share the sky?"

When Lu Ji heard this, he was furious and rushed to the crown: "

Although Your Excellency is a miraculous skill, killing also dyes the sword.

The family is strict with Lu Jianqun, what is the grudge with you?

Kill my father's life, the peak of the corpse.

If the Sword Immortal has this move, will he live up to the white shirt!"

Ji Yu was worried, but she wanted to speak but was speechless.

asked Xiao Jie gloomily: "Nai Weng Xiao is getting more and more tired,

has a deep friendship with someone, but is it also difficult?

Brother Xiao is from the west, can he avenge his grievances?"

Xiao Jie bowed his head lightly, and the moon was unbearable: "

Acacia trick to death, one move to the Yellow Spring.

Xiao came with a knife and wasted this full moon.

Bearing the revenge of killing his father, he had to fight.

Knowing that the sword is shallow, it is better than breathing in vain. ”

Embarrassed to take a few steps, he stepped forward and said: "

Kunlun and Tianshan, Shaolin and side by side.

The end of the world is sorrowful, and the body is pitiful.

At that time, the six countries were weak, and they connived against Qin Xian.

It's the same today, how can I be alone?"

Lu Xiao and the two promised, and the slugger league oathed: "

Songshan Shaolin Temple, Kunlun and Tianshan Mountain.

The three factions work together to exorcise demons and subdue demons.

Why not be afraid of death by the sword, even if you die.

Why don't you be afraid of being disabled, you would rather be disabled. ”

Suddenly, I heard a person laughing, and the laughter was old: "

The three of them made an alliance, how can they be less old?"

An old man turned out, dusting and drifting in a green robe.

His eyes shone brightly, but his frontal bones protruded.

The gods of Yiyi are not group and free.

must be outstanding and coquettish.

The old man waved in all directions, and he was bright in January: "

Wudang is indifferent, and he has no intention of disturbing at night.

Meet the Masters, fortunately like in the clouds. ”

Ji Yu was like a lonely bird, brushing her clothes and smiling faintly:"

The style of the predecessors, the only old in the world.

Tai Chi Bagua Array, Wudang White Clouds Floating.

Mu Weng Dao's long name, no one knows.

Late-born Ji slave idiot, how dare you not bend your waist!"

Rubbing to the old man's clothes, it is not all windy.

Wood withering is cold in autumn, who has a high standard in the world?

The old man brushed the dust and laughed at it coldly: "

Hanging the sword is called immortal, why is it thrown with love?

Although the conversation is calm, killing people is like mowing grass.

The junior brother of the poor road, and you are deeply friends.

Once you are killed by the king, who will not know what will happen.

The former is as righteous as the sky, how can he bear to make a killing move?

Ancient and modern lovers, there is no victory. ”

Ji Yu was stunned, and Qi Ran's heart was like a wrench: "

Wudang Sunflower Seed, when will you go to Yincao?"

Mu Weng sneered, but he was old in autumn: "

Knowing but asking, why bother with the old way.

At the top of Wudang in September, the wind is clear and the moonlight is good.

My brother died, died of lovesickness.

Where does a person's death end, and the injustice is ethereal. ”

Ji Yu stood gloomy, contemplating the moon: "

On the eighth day of the lunar month of that year, enjoy the foot of Meimei Ridge.

He once invited Sunflower Weng, and Weiyang floated in a boat.

Twenty-four bridge month, cooking tea and red medicine bridge.

Playing the piano is more nightly, and the candles are cut to dawn.

There is no win or loss in the game, and Du Kang has half a scoop.

Caring for each other is a confidant, and each other is a year-old friend.

The sub-period and the boya, inferior to me.

The sky is full of snow, and the snowflakes are like goose feathers.

On the snow of the floating boat river, Qiong Yao is a little more delicate.

Looking at the bridge full of snow, fill in the lyrics "Fisherman's Pride".

Today, the bright moon is still there, and I am left to be wonderful. ”

Raising his head and looking at it, his bones are full of energy.

What does it look like to float away? Falling flowers are thrown at will.

Sitting sorrowful for Qiumu to die, sad and urging people to grow old.

The moon hangs in the sky, and the people flutter alone.

The frost shines on the cheeks, and the sadness is sad.

The only way to support your life is the sword and the harp.

The cheongsam is autumnal, red and thin.

I don't know what I think I know, and I'm spotless.

Bitter ashamed stepped forward and moved to the cloud root: "

Who knows the secret of lovesickness? There are only two people in the world.

Your Excellency Ji Jianxian, and the soul in the tomb.

Now in front of Mu Weng, the old man also asked:

I don't know when the people buried in the grave will be martyred?"

Ji Yu approached the monument, and the monument was sad: "

Go to the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the full moon is thousands of households deep.

People go to begonias to tears, who cherishes the loss of the soul.

On this night, people are reunited, and I am alone with the ice wheel.

Lingding who understands, so far the soul is broken. ”

Bitter raised his eyebrows, and hated the people under the moon: "

When Uncle Shi was killed, it was late August.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and this skill is only available to you!"

Lu Ji took a step forward, and his anger entered his eyebrows: "

On the third day of the first month of September, my father was still alive.

Who expected to die suddenly, and there was nowhere to be found at the end of the world.

When it came to Chongyang, there was no news if he did not return.

Dogwood was unintentionally inserted, and there was one less person to ascend.

On the tenth night of the first month of September, the moon shines on the mountains.

The nineteen peaks of the Tianshan Mountains are the only ones that cut the peaks.

Under the waning moon, the gloom is alone.

Looking down at the sky, crying and groaning.

Turn the head to the side of the stone wall, lying horizontally like a person.

The white shirt and jade belt are thin, and the frost and snow reflect the white blade.

The deceased under the wall, my father Lu Jianqun.

Poor moonlight is cold, and the violent corpse peak is thousands.

Suffering from the 'lovesickness', no one leads the soul to death.

A sword is life, how cruel is this trick!

Five steps of blood flying, and Nanshan Yin.

The empty valley hides the name, picks chrysanthemums and plays the guqin.

Your Excellency is so elegant, and the rest is sad. ”

Ji Yu stood still, speechless.

Duyunsi is stupid, what are you looking for?

Xiao Jie thought about it, and didn't feel tears falling to the ground: "

Chongyang Festival is in full swing, and Jia Yan is dead.

Kunlun snow is the silk, and I sacrifice with tears. ”

Whoever mourns with me, ends this time.

Autumn is high and the mountains are open, and the sound of moonrise insects is low.

Although the country is picturesque, who dares to ask?

People are sad in the painting, and the flowing water is gone.

Who is the most worried? Mu Weng has thin white hair.

Mu Weng raised his head, and the flowers were silent: "

I passed away yesterday, and I have pity on my junior brother.

There is no old man, who is under the spring?"

Bitter and sad begonias, but the flowers have been injured:"

Tianshan Kunlun faction, Shaolin and Wudang.

The four famous places in martial arts, the day is the end of the day.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival moon is bright, there is no sky one by one.

Who among them slaughtered the hand? Blood splattered your clothes. ”

Ji Yu sighed lightly, and the moon shone on the figure: "

I'm an incognito name, why is my clothes frosty?

No one understands me, and I am lonely. ”

Lu Jiyi raised his sword, and he was reckless in white: "

Those who have been unrighteous since ancient times should take the sword and fight together.

I'm here tonight, where are the rats hidden!"

Ji Yu flicked her clothes, and she couldn't bear the cool autumn breeze:"

The pure person is innocent, and the bright moon is still bright.

The perfection is flawless, and it does not care about the slander of others. ”

Xiao Jie waved his hand suddenly, and a knife hung beside him: "

This matter should be decided, and I will not say more. ”

With a bitter promise, he snapped his fingers and pointed to the strong wind.

Shaolin "has no self", and the volley hurts.

Mu Weng turned his right hand and picked up his clothes with his left hand.

Grab the tail of the bird in front of the step, and lightly hair Tai Chi palm:"

If you are a junior, it will not be in vain to die.

Don't hesitate to slay the demons. ”

The sword light and sword shadow are cold, and the fingers are sharp and the wind is wide.

Surrounded by songs, Ji Yu flutters alone.

Or like a swimming fish, or like a bird.

There is no trace of light work, and the sword is still standing next to the monument.

Drifting back and entering, fighting the top four empty-handed.

Keep seven points of strength in your hands, and you don't want to hurt people.

Under the forbidden hero, the god is like a tyrant.

Thousands of troops were shocked, and the horizontal eyebrows scared the Qin Emperor.

Who is the opponent in the world? Ancient and modern times are vast.

Suddenly, I heard a person laughing, and Zhu Hao took the edge.

But looking at the top of the begonia, the couple is next to each other.

The young man is in his prime, and the blue shirt is long with a sword.

Under the cold moon, on the begonias.

Yi Piao raised his eyebrows, and his bones flew proudly.

fluttering and blowing, suspected to be seeing Tan Lang.

The woman is in the city, and she is more slender than the princess.

The beauty of the south attacks the human body and produces fragrance.

Yan is ashamed of the peony, and Chu Chu is sick.

frowned with a sad look, and looked like pear blossom makeup.

The two floated down together and landed next to the begonia.

The heroes are like a dream, and they are shocked.

Ji Yu bowed her head silently, quietly crying.

Who knows the meaning of the sorrowful, unprovoked and melancholy.

Sprinkling sobs to the autumn wind, bleak and cold.

Who is the autumn sorrow, all the time.

Under the tree, the beautiful face reflects the begonia.

The begonias are still too late, and they are ashamed to fall.

The young man brushed his blue shirt and stepped forward alone.

Walking in front of Ji Yu, he bent his waist and complained: "

In the later generations of the rivers and lakes, he has long looked up to the sword immortal.

The reputation is all over the world, and the name of the sword is fragrant.

There is a late life and tonight, and there is no regret that the world is cold.

I hope that with the sword fairy, the moon will fall.

The moonrise is a total of one look, and the moonset is another. ”

Ji Yu slanted her eyebrows slightly, and her side was still wistful: "

Ji didn't learn, and he was ashamed of the ancient fish intestines.

Don't dare to say 'Sword Immortal', swinging the sword has nothing to do.

I don't know who your Excellency is, and where is the teacher?"

The boy took a step forward, covered in moonlight:"

Late-born nameless, how dare you talk about it?

The compound surname is Dugu, and the single name is one word.

The cursive word is 'phoenix', and the raft lives on the left side of the cave.

Wandering without a teacher, wandering on the ancient cliffs.

Leave the name on the white stone bank, and dance pear blossom row.

The nature is arrogant, and the sword fairy is more understanding. ”

As soon as these words came out, those who heard them were shocked.

"Sword Demon" Dugu Yi, the first madman in the world.

Side by side Ji Jianxian, Wu Linyu and Liang.

A sword is sharp, and Huashan is dead.

The six swordsmen of the Guigu Valley were once mourned by the sword.

Don't be with the crowd of the world, go back and forth for thousands of miles.

Only wine and swords haunt the firmament.

One move will seal the throat, swing the sword without staining the clothes.

The sword is collected and the clothes are gone, and the years are alone.

Or upside down or arrogant, killing people is as usual.

Jaireyes will return revenge, and the knight will treat Du Kang.

Whoever dares to be the enemy, the moon will not take the sword light.

Fearless, like an ancient warrior.

Lu Jiyi arched his hand, and the sword was arrogant: "

Jun is Duguyi, and Lu has long been fascinated.

Xiao Cao is full of energy, and he is better than Liu Xiang.

Take off the sword to make the wine smell, Taibai dares not to let it!

The land of the Tianshan Mountains is next to Your Excellency. ”

The sword demon flicked his shirt and said disdainfully: "

The last class slaughters dogs, how dare you talk about poetry immortals!"

turned to Ji Yu and did not humble himself to everyone.

Lu Ji was afraid of his might and didn't dare to commit it with hatred.

The sword demon shook again, and the flowers on his clothes fell apart:"

Mr. Yada, known as a famous poet.

I don't know who you like to read in the middle of the night?"

Ji Yu was obsessed again, bowing her head and sorrowing the autumn: "

The literati of the previous dynasty were full of coquettishness one by one.

Not like my generation, between mediocre begonias.

He Gaocai, the predecessor, left his name for thousands of years.

Reading his poems at night, I burst into tears.

The writing is moving and the stars are moving, and the sorrow is devastating.

Who is the most jealous among them? Li Bai and Tao Qian. ”

The sword demon was overjoyed, and waved his hand to say the same:"

I don't mean Mr. Ji, I love Shixian together.

If there is wine in the future, let it be three bowls.

Li Bai's poems are 900, and the legacy of the Tang, Song and Yuan dynasties is the wind.

After reading it, which one do you prefer?"

Ji Yu felt his words, and Yue Leng looked up: "

Li Bai is in Xuanchang, and Mochizuki has broken his bowels: '

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ’

The first-hand article is a surprise in the poetry world.

The moon is white and coquettish, and the water is clear.

Who is worthy under the moon, but the poet is haggard.

Twenty words lightly, the Tang Dynasty is the most romantic.

Reading Taibai poems, sleepless and idiot.

The sense of meaning is the first "Silent Night Thoughts". ”

The sword demon seemed displeased, and pouted and contemptuous: "

The phoenix is reckless, and the ununderstood meaning is like silk.

He was the most fond of alcohol in his life, and he looked for the word 'wine' in poetry.

But the wine is high, and it lives up to the drinker's madness.

His poems are not drunk, and his writing is unbearable.

How is "Will Enter the Wine", drunk into my proud intestines!

Mochizuki is a poem, one after another.

The sentences are intoxicating, and the articles are good for the ages. ”

The men listened to him and laughed in a low voice.

Madness is an alcoholic, how can it be said to be coquettish.

The vassals are too white poems, but the belly is like grass.

The sword demon laughed, and stood sideways with slanted eyebrows proudly: "

The four lackeys dare to ridicule the ugliness of Lonely.

Who want to die?

Mu Weng was furious and pointed at the sword demon: "

Young but frivolous, his words are foul-mouthed.

Wudang's hundred-year-old name, how can it be humiliated and decayed!"

Lu Ji raised the sword and took the opportunity to friend or foe:"

The young man is fiercer than the tiger, and my generation should join hands.

This time, swallow his humiliation and live up to my Wu Hook. ”

The sword demon looked up to the sky and smiled, and the moon was faint: "

Wudang Tai Chi Gong, Xiang Kui Wulin head.

How can I be old and stupid, but I still haven't seen it through.

Tianshan Eight Moves Sword, the moves are first-class.

Lu Du's predecessors sighed, and no one followed him.

Shaolin has no self, and the force is weak and empty.

It took ten years to practice fingers, but he was not defeated by the sword qi hook.

Kunlun is light and outstanding, but the knife is ugly.

If the battle is flickering, who can chase the escape?

The four major factions in the rivers and lakes are all at the bottom.

If you don't wait, how can you be my opponent!"

Turning his head to look at Ji Yu, people are thinner than begonias:"

Your Excellency is fond of swords, and I am fond of swords.

Today, there is a yaoqin, and there is no half of wine.

Since you can't get drunk, but ask for a song.

Please be under the moon and wave your hand for me.

The soup of flowing water, the rise of the mountains.

Don't seek for rice, don't complain about the cool autumn.

Take off the sword for the king to dance, and sing for me. ”

Ji Yu sat on the side of the monument, and Lu Qi crossed his knees: "

After the sorrowful lifting of the bottle, relatives led the palace businessmen.

Ji's micro-skills, Fuqin is melancholy.

The song is devastating, depressed and afraid of the king's injury.

Don't dare to disturb the hearing, please forgive me. ”

As soon as the sword demon raised his hair, his crown hung down: "

Knowing Mo Ruo wine, he treats Du Kang with pour.

It's a pity that there is no wine left, and there is only one piano left.

Mr. takes care of himself, and the phoenix is fine.

Listen to the gentleman's sorrow, sword dance flowers.

Resonance with Your Excellency, who dares to hope for this?

Today, the Ming Dynasty is fortunate to be like this, and there is no regret that the Ming Dynasty died. ”

Ji Yu lowered his head and stroked, and danced with a heavy sword.

The person who heard it was sad, and there was a deep suffering in it.

Slow and cold, stagnant, miserable and ancient trees.

If a gentleman stands on a continent, it is like a secluded man in the valley.

Sitting alone in the deep flowers, who do you complain to?

The piano is my sorrow, and the autumn is so good.

The sword demon flicked his hand, and the sword behind his back was out.

The blade is more than three feet long, and the spine of the Flowing Shadow Sword is convex.

Full of cold blue light, gloomy and terrifying.

The bullet of the dragon groans, as if sacrificing its ancestors.

When the Kui God Soldier List, who smelts whose furnace?

The sword demon suddenly smiled evilly, and a horizontal sword light spat out:"

In the next unfinished material, learn the Tianshan technique.

Mr. Lu, don't laugh at my sword. ”

When Lu Ji heard this, he was as fearful as a mouse.

Suddenly, I felt that the wind was cold at night, and I didn't hold the sword for a long time.

The sword demon stared coldly, and suddenly pounced.

Swing the sword with autumn frost, and the falcon falls to catch the rabbit.

Lu Ji picked up the sword to block, but felt the sword angry.

The feet slipped and turned slightly, swinging the sword and really drumming.

Entering the battle is less timid, waving a step ahead.

The sword is thunderous, and the lightning is inferior.

Mount Tai is inclined to it, what does Dongyue make up for?

The sword demon stroked the sword and sarcastically sparkled his sword skills: "

One trick flawed, why sacrifice Lu Du?

Twenty years in the Tianshan Mountains, smelling chickens has not been grinded.

Today it is fish and meat, and my sword is a sword.

Ancient and modern victories and defeats, one by one, into this genus. ”

Lift the robe and float with the steps, and the three-foot cold moon is lonely.

The sword is a light move, and the routine is erratic.

and the piano are flickering, dancing towards the moon.

The flowing water is completely clear, and the ethereal sword is terrifying.

The sword is ethereal, and the shadow is scattered to the tomb.

Ling Feng fluttering, why is it so beautiful?

The flowers are full and fragrant, and the sword turns without a sword road.

I don't know where to go, who can stop without a shadow?

Lu Ji had no way forward, and the sword retreated diagonally.

One move is passive, and the difference between the good and the bad is judged.

The sword demon sword is pressing, and Lu Ji loses step by step.

Life hangs in the balance, and begonias take off autumn trees.

Xiao Jie shook his knife and floated to help.

Wonderful Kunlun crane, who can catch the flying shadow?

Ten steps without traces, light work can be high and lonely.

A knife goes off the rails and takes the other side by the neck.

The sword demon returned to the sword block, and Xiao Jie was behind.

Hold the knife on the defensive, and follow its shadow.

Lu Ji was in danger, and he shook his sword and attacked again.

The scroll "Hengling Snow", the sword roared.

The secluded ape climbs the cliff, and the crane combs the stream.

The flying sword is as easy as a cloud, and who dares to take the stunt lightly.

The sword demon smiled and snorted disdainfully: "

Although the moves are beautiful, they are invincible.

The sword starts, and the 'middle' opens like a hole. ”

waved mercilessly, and dropped the sword to hit the "middle".

Lu Jifu was in danger, and he couldn't help but be cold.

One move and being forced again, the bird's nest He and Hong.

The sword demon swung his sword, and suddenly heard the wind behind him.

Kunlun was attached to the rear, and the assault troops were sent out at the time of trial.

It has become a corner pose, and the sword demon is sandwiched in the middle.

drew his sword to block the back knife, and attacked one after another.

There is a sword strength in front of the battle, and a sword is cold behind the tent.

Attacking and following, can you win this battle?

The sword demon suddenly roared, and shook his sword to the sky: "

The autumn wind sharpens my sword, and the moon shines.

Long sky unlimited wine, who will pour it for me?

There are no heroes today, and my generation should be vertical. ”

Turning sideways, hitting the west but the east.

The left breaks the Tianshan Formula, and the right turns Kunlun Gong.

Suddenly bullying the left half a move, and suddenly slashing the right.

Or light as a blow, or as angry as a collapse.

The Tianhe River fell into the water, and the boudoir whispered quietly.

Gently squeeze the flower damage, and thunder and lightning roar fiercely.

A slash of heroic spirit, unwilling to work together.

The blade fell to the ground, and the sky tilted to the north.

Zhan Lu has been in the box for a long time, and his sword qi is as hungry as an eagle.

With a sword in his hand, who can support his life?

The flies are the dogs, and the goose feathers are light.

But for those who love swords, how can they be two taels of bronze?

The sword brushes the head of the minister, and the dung is vain.

Before thirty moves, the two of them were in the cage.

Hechu is not an enemy of Qin, and one should not call the other.

The Tianshan Mountains were lost seven times in a row, and the blood flew and the clothes were fishy.

Kunlun is difficult to fly, and he will die in a moment.

Both factions are inferior, and the sword demon sword is like a dragon.

Mu Weng and bitter ashamed, looking at each other and attacking together.

A flick without my fingers, a wave of Tai Chi Gong.

Shaolin Wudang faction, Xiang Kuijiang and lake name.

Today, who dares to take the lead?

Fight the fierce tiger with the same enemy, and the teacher will refer to Qincheng.

The sword demon was still not afraid, and Mochizuki sneered: "

Last night, I was on the top of the dangerous building, sitting and looking up in the sky.

Welcoming the moon is a feeling, and there is a heart in the wind.

It is a sword that has never been tilted.

Fortunately, the four dogs gathered together to try my sword. ”

Step into the Kun position and raise your sword to Wu Wu.

The sword light is like a river, but it is scattered but square.

Although the moves are not fast, there are hidden swords everywhere.

It is as ghostly as a ghost, and the sword aura fills the sky.

Even if the fallen leaves are light, the pieces fly and hurt people.

Like an antelope hanging on its horns, there is no trace to be found.

But it's life-threatening, and there's nowhere to hide.

The Yellow River is clear, and the hot sun is cool.

A sword is wonderful, lonely and desperate.

Bitterly bent his middle finger, and the second bullet was flying.

Huo Huo is angry, and killing people is normal.

Mu Weng has round palms, soft and rigid internal strength.

Talking Tai Chi Gong, absorbing all parents.

The sword demon didn't dare to be light, and the horizontal sword was a block.

The top skills of the rivers and lakes, Shaolin and Wudang.

The dragon cannot be evil, and the enemy will also hurt itself.

The sword demon struck another blow, scattering light everywhere.

Dazzling and impressive, the sword qi is woven into a net.

The bitter shame moved to the left, and Mu Weng walked with his right foot.

The chess board meets the opponent, and the narrow road meets the strong.

Chu and Han divide the chasm, and it is unknown who is the overlord.

Lu Xiao had been fighting for a long time, and his injuries were no longer harmful.

As soon as the beacon fire was near, they went to the Shura field.

The sword demon retreated slightly, and the sword battle was stiff.

Serve strong enemies left and right, and attach jackals to the front and back.

The situation is riding a tiger, and the sound of the piano is still melodious.

There was a moon in the sky, and it was as white as snow.

Ji Yu stroked his tail, raised his head and looked at the moon.

I feel sorry for myself, and I have no time to take care of Chu Ge.

The sword demon is invincible, and the robe has been torn.

broke through and broke out, and his clothes were stained with a lot of blood.

The soldiers scattered the Wujiang River, gloomy as the long night.

But he was not discouraged, and he was still resolute in swinging his sword.

Seeing death as if he was going home, Xiang Yu was not lonely.

Ji Yu felt his move, and his five fingers fell: "

Sima wrote "Historical Records" and "Song of Righteousness" at the end of the Song Dynasty.

The pen is called a unique step, and God takes off paper and ink.

How many heroes are in the article?

Seeing you like this today, you should be endowed with "Backbone Song". ”

Finger piano flying, turning strongly.

Autumn and cold, the sound of the fiery harp.

When the king of Qin heard the martyrdom, he led his army to avoid it.

Ji Kang heard the fierceness and hugged the piano to the moon.

Yue Fei heard the fierceness, and the prancing horse broke the Turks.

Li Bai smelled the fierceness and took off the king's boots.

The mountain ghost smells the fierceness, and the claws dance and roar to the waning moon.

Gu Feng heard the flames and burst into a cave fire.

The stunning piano work, only sighing "Guangling" is unique.

Who caress together in ancient and modern times?

Ji Yu was in a hurry, and chanted down Wang Yue: "

Heaven and earth have backbone, and they run through the past and the present.

The throat of the five mountains is the throat of the earth, and the sea is even the sky.

Spring and Autumn and the Warring States, only the sound of swords and drums.

The killers of the Six Kingdoms were angry, and the sword qi was directed at Qiang Qin.

The snow flies to the head of the Great Wall, and the wind stops at the waterfront.

The beacon fire connects nine cities, and the fields are full of mourning.

Jing Ke rose up with his sword and swayed to the knife thicket.

Within five steps of blood, the white blade is like a meteor.

His bones are sonorous, and he has been sweating since then.

Da Song Wen Tianxiang, a stroke and a sword.

Write down the juniors, and attack the Huns with a sword.

The plum blossoms are proud in the snow, and the British bones are very strong.

When I read a poem to this day, I am angry.

Wealth cannot be bought, and iron shackles cannot be changed.

is not ashamed of Dong Fox's pen, and its bones can be generous.

Yu Jin Tao Lingju, Yu Chu Qu Zi.

In the ancient Zhong Nijue, in the present you are iron.

Thousands of me are still going, and I will never be as good as the moon.

I have no merit, and I am as lonely as the sea.

Whoever cooks wine in the world will make you share my ears. ”

The bard flies, and the flowers fall off the robe.

The grave under the moon is near, and the layman cherishes the piano.

When the sword demon heard this poem, he was like a god.

Swinging the sword and gradually entering the country, transporting and contemplating the chickens:"

Your Excellency recites for me, and I chant for Your Excellency.

The sword immortal is noble, why bother to be alone. ”

Flowing like the moon, fluttering scarves.

It's not like a vulgar thing, Ling Xuan is like a fairy:"

Ancient and modern coquettish, don't dare to talk about it.

loves Li Taibai alone, and the poetry is uncivilized.

Among them, "Chivalrous Journey", I feel a lot of pity.

Now it is attached to it, how dare it be its neighbor? ”

The sword was slashed obliquely, and Xiao Jie's blood stained his shirt.

Turning the momentum and sweeping again, Mu Weng folded the dust.

Ji Yu ignored it and stroked the qin indifferently: "

There are 3,000 water in the Yangtze River, and only one scoop is taken to drink.

The young man reads poetry and is the only one who favors him.

If the poet is alive, he will be willing to be a neighbor.

Your Excellency's "Chivalrous Journey", Ji Mouxi heard about it. ”

The sword demon swept the sword, and Lu Ji's green blade sank.

The sword is like dancing snow, and the shadow under the moon is like a cloud:"

The sword follows the crane and the plum, and the poem serves the immortals.

Poetry and sword are my generation, lonely and undusted.

Today's "Chivalrous Journey" lives up to the moon and the piano.

If you want to send a gentleman to comment, wait for the ice wheel on the lake. ”

The sword light is still powerful, and he whispers: "

The sunset is far away from the ancient city, and the longitudinal knife rides on the white saddle.

Once knocked on the rivers and lakes, he killed the traitors in the world.

Take off your fur and capture a single Yu, and laugh at Mount Tai.

Taste the wine full of bronze jue, drunk sword dance in the sky.

The more he beheaded people, he did not hesitate to pay for wine and meat.

The horizontal sword is to take the life, and only the sages are left.

The golden axe splits the stars, and the snake bow is full of silver arrows.

Try the sword to recognize the hero, and talk about the sword and knot Jinlan.

Blood hates Chang Hongbi, and the moon is hot and Zhu Hai is gallant.

Handle the heavy snow, only the wine looks up to the fairy.

The name of the relegacies of the retreat, the white sails of the sea.

I exhausted the grievances of the world, and swung my sword to go to the cold spring. ”

The song is not finished, and the ground is full of begonias.

The poem imitates "Chivalrous Journey", one hundred and twenty words.

The heroic spirit is thousands of high, and the chivalrous style is far away.

Feeling easy to be cold, the death of the prince Dan.

The sword demon is mad, and the sword is mighty.

The tiger spits out domineering, and the four desecrations are frightened and turned back.

The four masters under the sword looked miserable one by one.

The vultures were afraid of the lonely phoenix, and the iron wings could not be spread.

The sword demon raised his robe, and the sword breath was exhaled: "

Three into the dry throat, do not talk to the world.

poured a bottle to serve the king of Qin and drove the tiger into the Central Plains. ”

The hand fell like a thunderbolt, and the sword aura was cloudy.

A sword shocked the world, and the battle asked who dared!

Cut a canal, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

Lu Jimeng was wounded by his sword, and he vomited and fought halfway.

The moves are all feathers, and the fate is slightly pressing.

Retreat and glance at the evil, the beautiful woman on the side of the begonia.

The false move suddenly retreated, and the evil thoughts were collected: "

The sword demon is already like this, serving the sword immortal.

Once the two swords merge, how many people will still fight this battle?

is already a moth to the fire, how can it be like a red face.

is not poisonous, not a husband, but the situation is unabated. ”

The sword pointed at the begonia tree and walked more than a dozen steps.

The wind is full of autumn, and the flowers are beautiful.

A sword is cold and depressed, like a snake's letter spitting.

Ji Yu still stroked the piano and sneered at Lu Ji's customs.

The ants shake the tree, how can you know the phoenix feathers.

When the sword demon saw this, he was furious.

With a sword sweep, the three of them were wounded.

The sword is powerful, and Xiao Suoqiu is dry.

Crazy like a jade mountain collapse, angry tears have come out.

Flying and waving lightning, the person circled the arc of sword light.

Lu Ji encountered this change, and rarely retreated.

Turning around to escape, the gait is like a rabbit.

The sword demon roared suddenly, and fell to intercept it.

A move points to its throat, and the sword art has been traced to the ancients.

Lu Ji trembled, and his heart was full of fear when he died.

Ten thousand sounds into the autumn color, the sound of the piano to nothingness.

The sword demon pressed an inch, and the sword breath was spitting.

Suddenly, a person approached, and waved his sleeve to block the sword.

This man is seven feet long, and his ragged robe is still the same.

It is the Fuqin man, Ji Yu is a poor Confucian.

The sword demon was stunned, and his claws were sad.

The wind trembled, and the bloodthirsty screamed.

Ji Yu sighed quietly, and the special flower was in the middle: "

Under the bright moon tonight, persuade the monarch not to kill.

Five steps splashed with his blood, staining my wife's grave. ”

The girl felt this, and held back her tears and refused to cry.

The sword demon looked up in the sky and sneered at the side of the sword blade: "

Ji Qing was afraid of throwing blood and staining his wife's grave.

The love is thick like the sea, and the righteousness is as long as the peak.

In the next moment, he was angry, and his sword was like a dragon.

Waving his hand to kill, Mr. persuaded him not to attack.

At that time, my wife was almost killed.

And the gentleman sat back and watched, empty-handed.

Ask the gentleman that is ancient, why didn't he stop it?

Or maybe my wife is not as heavy as her life!"

Ji Yu bowed her head and mourned, and she was resentful in the middle of the night: "

Fuqin I am crazy, but the song is not over. ”

The Sword Demon asked again, "Is it over at this time?"

Ji Yu didn't answer, and it was cold in autumn.

Raised his head and muttered for a long time, and his words were like a wail: "

The phoenix is not a wild pheasant, and the moon is rotten and grassy.

The beauty is extraordinary, why should I be amorous. ”

The sword demon flicked his sword and smiled at the moonlight: "

My wife and daughters are not the same as my reckless husbands.

The jade hand is delicate and weak, and the country is full of grace. ”

Suddenly, the sword trembled slightly, and Lu Ji crossed his throat forward: "

Your Excellency is a 'Sword Immortal', and I am ashamed of the name of 'Sword Demon'.

Sword Immortal and Sword Demon, I don't know who is the best.

Isn't it embarrassing that there is no crown in the sword world?

There is a bright moon today, and who is it to figure out the shadow.

Now that Li Bai has passed away, the bosom friend is only Yu Qing.

You and I can talk about swords, and we can see the moon together. ”

Ji Yu turned around, unwilling to fight with him: "

Sword training is a competition, so why talk about winning or losing.

Those who love swords like me will take care of their names behind them.

Even if you crown the world, how can you get out of the camp?

Ji was ashamed to learn and didn't dare to be famous. ”

The sword demon swung his sword and slashed Lu Ji's neck: "

Discussing the sword with Jun Qiu, Shu Liang dreamed a few times.

This is my wish, and I hope you will accept it.

If the sword immortal does not promise, the vertical son will die.

It's a pity that the tomb of Begonia bleeds in the middle of the night. ”

Ji Yu hid her tears and smiled, and there were a few smiles under the moon.

Raise your head and look at nothing, and ponder into the silence:"

Sigh that I am stupid, and I am still affectionate with my sword.

Although I love a sword white, I pity the beauty mound even more. ”

Walking to the west of the tombstone, a sword stands.

The wind is bare, and it is not ancient.

Silent as Gu Lan, self-pleasing but speechless.

The sword nature is a gentleman, and nobility is its quality.

Swallowing the bronze chisel, Qin Seal is like "Yu Ye".

The top of the garb is frosty white, and the front length is less than three feet.

The edge is as sharp as cold wind, and the blade is as thin as rice paper.

The wind blows the sword and sighs lightly, and the resentment is intoxicating.

Ji Yu stroked the sword and bowed his head to himself in thought.

The long sword is not spoken, but the sword is known.

For more than ten years, the silence has been dependent.

Seeing the sword as a robe, how can he endure to try the edge.

The sword demon bowed to the sword, brushed his clothes and moved his toes: "

Mr. Gao Kuangxi, lonely.

Mr. and a sword, the dust is not touched.

Sigh that with a swing of my sword, there is a chance that I will die.

The gentleman is a gentleman, and his character is not similar.

Qing is bright and white, alone in the turbid world.

But ask a thousand years later, how many words will be left in history?

Today, I want to go crazy and confront you.

It is vulgar under it, and it is worthy of being Dugu's. ”

Ji Yu was on the side of his body, and he was wearing a sword: "

Shaoxia has been invited, how dare Ji resign.

But meager skills, often ashamed of themselves.

Your Excellency is at the end of the world, and my sword is close at hand.

What a huge disparity for thousands of miles, may you let it go. ”

The sword demon sneered lightly, and his body fluttered.

Fly alone to the top of the begonia, and the blue shirt is far away in January.

Proud and inviolable, the eyes are evil.

Swing the sword and kill the dew, the horn of the wind and the clothes.

Ji Yu stroked the sword lightly and worshiped the grass in front of the tomb.

Then turn around and walk, and be proud of the world.

Jumping a few times, stepping around and tearing up the robe.

On another begonia, rub your body and stand on its tip.

The eyes are like a false sleep, and the branches are not shaken.

Holding the hand and hanging the long sword, the unique cold moon shines.

The sword demon shook Qingfeng and flew towards the autumn wind:"

The name of this sword is 'Cold Fox', the divine soldier of Spring and Autumn.

Gou Jian sharpened at night, and Zhao Keying was reflected.

I have been dancing for ten years and won the title of 'Sword Demon'.

Fight coldly, kill in seven steps.

A ghost cried, and a mountain fell across the mountain.

It can be called the overlord sword, and the bleeding is clear.

The Mid-Autumn Festival once practiced the pen and made "Sword Ming" for the sword.

The literary style is not flying, and it lives up to Leng Huying.

Today, I will recite it, and I will encourage you only with Qing. ”

Xiang Yue raised his hand lightly, and Qinghui held it in his hand.

Ji Yu shook the top of the tree: "Listen to it." ”

The sword demon looked at the cold fox, deep and infatuated:"

Looking at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, a wine and a sword.

Wash the blade, hold the sword and die.

After getting drunk, he flew grass and ink, and the inscription poem "Sword Ming" said: '

I have a sword, and the sword is cold to the bone.

The blade of the sword is like water, and the ridge of the sword is like a mountain.

If you are a virgin in the box, the wind is loud out of the box.

The sword points to the mountain and landslide, and the sword forces the sea to turn over.

The sun and the moon are inferior, and the five mountains are shaken.

The north wind howls and the snow whirls.

Mo Xie died his soul, and Jia Island grinded for ten years.

Between Qu Ziyu's belts, put Weng donkey on the saddle.

When a strong man carries a sword, Junjie does not leave the sword.

Looking at the sword and chanting, the words are also angry.

The sword condenses the spirit, and the sword soul beats Xueyan.

As long as there is a will, the sword will report the rivers and mountains. ’

Sinai's poem "Sword Inscription" is not very simple.

Recited in Ji Qingwen, in front of the axe class. ”

Ji Yu raised his clothes, and the top of the begonia: "

The poem "Sword Ming" is concise, sharp but sharp.

Sonorous and flying words, not to live up to the overlord sword. ”

Slightly flicking the sword in his hand, he behaved elegantly: "

My sword name is 'Yu Ye', and the smelter is Yu's.

Who is the 'Yu family'? Tang Dynasty swordsmith.

Gu Yuan quarries kiln carbon, and the sea depth takes iron and stone.

Smelting for 17 years, the edge is known to the world.

The title is 'Yu Ye' sword, and Huai Su leaves its words.

Qin Seal is tactful, not like cursive.

Taoguang is not hungry for blood, and the are obsessed with it.

Han Yu's poems are praised, marked with the gentleman's chronicles.

Marry Xuan at night to see it, pick up the lamp and talk about it.

This is a gentleman's sword, and there is no need to try it.

Not stained with a drop of blood, not like a butcher's knife.

Today, when you talk about the king, you have no choice but to do so.

It has been blasphemed, and it is ashamed to think to itself. ”

The sword demon hugged the sword and bowed, leaning sideways and leaning coldly:"

Today, I talk about my sword, only for the moon.

There is no sacrifice to the wife, and the dance leaves me in the shadow. ”

Jumping on the begonia, the sword protrudes vertically.

Another tree vertically, straight cut has been volleyed.

The sword pointed at his eyebrows, and his body fluttered in the long wind.

Ji Yu turned slightly, raised his sword, and took a letter.

A diagonal move is not old, waving his hand and attacking.

Once the sword demon sword returned, there was nowhere to stop in the air.

Turn to another tree and walk through the cracks of the branches.

The steps are not frightened, and the light work is light.

After a moment's pause, he jumped into the sword and crossed it.

The sword shoots cold blue light, and it has frozen in late autumn.

Countless posterior recruits, defending in a strong attack.

The moon is like water, who is worried about one move?

Ji Yu frowned slightly, and lowered his sword slightly and tilted his elbow.

Meditating on the sword road, there is no end to it.

Suddenly, the sword was raised, and it was hidden behind it.

The moves look bland, but the wonderful chess is already in hand.

As soon as this move is used, the dangerous move will follow.

The majestic Great Wall is terrifying, and the fantasy autumn rain is funny.

The sword demon flipped his wrist, and suddenly the sword shook.

The cross wind pulls the phoenix's tail, and the sword turns and hooks.

A hook is not powerful, and the throat is redrawn.

The autumn frost falls, and the sorrow of the night is unbearable.

Ji Yu stepped on a branch, swaying and leisurely.

The body shakes the throat and is slanted, and the danger is self-relieved.

The sword slashes and the stars pass, and the sword collects the meteorite and falls.

The two swords clashed, and the lightning stone tablet cracked.

The decisive battle at the top of the begonia is the best in the world.

The eclipse moon rotates, and the pillars of the earth tilt.

A slash of the cave in autumn, a sweep of the East China Sea to dry.

Lushan stood tall and couldn't help but slash the sword.

A column of war horses is frightened, and a thousand troops are wiped out.

The beacon fire is swept like electricity, and the conversation and laughter are quiet.

This retreat and the other have advanced, and they have not exhausted this for a long time.

Swinging like a phoenix, back to the blade of the green coat.

The sword qi flies into the begonia, like a butterfly.

The wind came and went, and jumped away from the tree.

Flying in the sky and fearing the moon hook, the sword light is as cold as snow.

Swimming lightly in the firmament, swinging like an immortal.

Hong returned to the river, and the eagle slid to hit the moon.

Raise your hand to cover the Beidou, and drop the sword to break the sky.

Nearly nine days steep, one move is a catastrophe.

What is the restraint of the sword, and the sword rhyme is not equal.

In a trance, the tricks are strange, and the whims are amazing.

The wind is introduced into the square pot, and the shadow is shocking.

Waving his hand to practice bai, the two ghosts in the sword world.

Those who see it are only in a trance, dizzy and breathless.

Whoever dares to wade into the danger is amazing.

It is unrecognizable, and its elegance is as it is.

Breaking through the wind and duel, who is alone in the world?

The sword is cold and the moonlight is condensed, and it is afraid to disturb the heavens and people.

The blue sky is dustless, clear like West Lake.

The exhibition point is three pools of moon, and the water is wet and the swallow is foot.

The sword demon is too stupid, why bother to win fame.

Since ancient times, the loser has died, and the winner has no way back.

It's better to abandon the basics and take care of nothing.

The other side is a void, who can cross without a boat?

More than 100 moves in a row, and the moves are wonderful.

A sword to seize the present and the ancient, there is no pride in the world.

If you give birth to Dugu Ye, why give birth to Ji Yu?

Si people are not lonely, but they can be broken.

The enemy is also the most confidant, knowing that we are better than me.

Ji Yu ambushed three tribulations, and the odds were already in hand.

The moon is slashed with a sword, and the wind is wide.

Although the slash is indifferent, no one in the world breaks it.

The sword demon only collected, and the sword was empty.

Gloomy people in the sky, fluttering like wooden leaves.

Ji Yu had already gained momentum, and the swinging sword suddenly flickered.

The sword is out of the way, and only the sound is like iron.

Lost the hand of the palace opened, and the sword was exhausted.

There are 3,000 schools of swordsmanship, and they don't believe in this trick.

The sword demon has a unique eye, and his subordinates do not leave any moves.

Pick a sword and peck at his body, and stain the scholar's robe with blood.

Ji Yu fell to the ground, and blood poured from the sword.

Point points to seal the heart and veins, for fear of hurting the ointment.

The sword demon is still hanging in the sky, and he turns his hand into the sword.

The eagle is on the autumn wind, and the branches are gradually tipping.

Ji Yu raised his eyebrows, and he was mad at Tianshan: "

Pixiu is a dragon seed, and rats only seek rice. ”

The sword demon floated down, bent his waist and beside Ji Sheng: "

Accept Your Excellency's permission, and be ashamed of Dugulang.

It has been twenty years since he was in power, and he first met the overlord of Chu.

The wind blows the gentleman's sword, and the magic skill is unstoppable.

I'm ashamed to worship Mr., don't you hesitate!"

Ji Yu returned the favor and said two or three words humbly.

The girl wore red sleeves and complained about the intestines: "

Righteousness understands Feng Lang's e, and the concubine feels pity.

The well water has not formed waves, and the west wind has nothing to complain about. ”

Ji Yu is easy to be sad, and she doesn't flick when she wants to tears.

The sword demon was stunned, up and down and confused: "

The sword fairy is here, and tonight is the first time I have seen it.

I haven't known each other much, how many times have I been troubled?"

The girl squinted at it and picked up a dagger in her hand: "

The sword won the world's fame, and it did not prevent people's hearts from danger.

The poison is not as good as the people, and the king is urged to Huangquan. ”

The dagger has been quenched, and the blue cold light is shining.

When you see blood, you will seal your throat, and your heart and liver tremble when you touch it.

Pay to Dugu and let it turn to its own realization.

The sword demon lowered his head and thought, and the moon was still full when he looked up.

Suddenly stunned, he knelt down to the sword immortal: "

Since Ji Qing lives me, how can he return this body!"

He didn't dare to get up, and the wind swept his blue shirt.

Draw the sword and help it, look at the sword and be ashamed:"

I am proud of my sword, and I am so mad with my sword.

Privately with the 'sword leader', every sword dance is complacent.

I don't believe that there is an opponent, and I often sigh in the air when I hold my sword.

I think of myself as incomparable, and I think wildly when I am ashamed.

Tonight, I will talk about the sword in the long sky.

Fighting to the momentum, Ji Qing took the lead.

But the wind was frightened, and the sword was played for me.

Sigh I am still vast, and the five aggregates are not fully viewed.

The high skill of the sword immortal, but the drill is strong.

The high mountains can be stopped, and it is difficult to reach the top in late life.

Now that he has been defeated, how dare he speak wildly. ”

With a flick of the sword, Qi Ran sighed alone:"

is not only Dugu Yi, vain and knot Jinlan.

This is my long-cherished wish, and I don't know how to climb high?"

Ji Yu shook her head, lonely like Youlan: "

Ji is a clever man, relying on a sword alone.

There is no one in the world who can enter my heart.

If you go to the heart, you will die, and your Excellency will see pity. ”

The sword demon raised his head and looked at it, only to see the white jade plate: "

Men should be like this, and they will die as a red face.

In order to make the people laugh, there is no sigh for death.

The world is despised by women, and I am despised by men.

Who is a man, ancient and modern?

At the end of the Han Dynasty, the three kingdoms were divided, and Cao Liu cooked wine to talk.

Mei commented on the heroes, and the beauty of the ages.

So far, the heroic style is fierce, and my generation should follow suit.

Today, I will also talk about men, and talk about the common king. ”

Ji Yu helped him up, and he was also angry: "

The two giants of poetry are the most admired in his life.

Wei and Jin Tao Wuliu, Sheng Tang Li Qinglian.

Doumi does not bend his waist, and the scoop wine is happy.

I don't know if these two people are manly?"

The sword demon despised the ancients and ridiculed the ancients: "

He wrote poems all his life, and did what he did.

Isn't it my boy's ambition to be ashamed of my pen.

Throw the pen to Wujiang, and attach the most outstanding people.

Heroic for a lifetime, live up to the water. ”

Ji Yu looked up to the moon: "Heroes came out at the end of Qin."

Xiang Yu was a different young man, and once he pulled out the king.

Break the cauldron and devour the giant deer city.

In one fell swoop, he was not ashamed of the overlord. ”

The sword demon frowned, and bent his fingers to knock on the blade of the sword: "

He was a reckless man in life, and he was a ghost when he died.

Hongmen is indecisive, and it is not enough to share the future.

Wujiang died heroically, and Wang Tu had no autumn wind.

There is no hero when sighing, and the erector makes him famous. ”

Ji Yu took a step forward, and the wind passed through the clothes: "

Xianyang is united, and the seven countries are unified.

The first emperor is heroic, can he be called a hero?"

The sword demon raised his eyebrows, and contempt arose from it: "

The whole Cheng Wei is a success.

If it is a slave on the ridge, the boss will be a servant.

Light Chu Ren Li Xin, pity Qin Shu Keqing.

At that time, Handanzi actually succeeded Zhou Chaoding.

chasing the mother's intestines like a wolf, harming the father without regard for his name.

Qianyi beacon fire all over the place, gathering Kyushu copper.

Lishan Wanfu died, and the white bones built the Great Wall.

Human life is like a mustard, how can it be called a hero?"

Ji Yu nodded, raising her head in the haze: "

Jing Ke is an assassin Qin, and he walks alone with a sword.

Chasing Qin men's children's affairs, easy water and strong north wind. ”

The sword demon leaned on the sword and stood with a low head and sighed: "

It's a pity that the swordsmanship is sparse, and the miracle is not successful.

If the sword were me, would it insult Yan Dan's life?"

Ji Yu lifted her shirt and walked in the autumn cold: "

For the history of the emperor, the strong Taishi Gong.

There is no way to shake his pen, and he will not disgrace the king's life. ”

Sword Demon Er sighed and said: "Sima Soul is hard,

Although this husband is a big man, he has been punished by the palace. ”

Ji Yu groaned slightly, and purple qi suddenly entered her pupils: "

Breaking the golden vultures, the Yue family is fierce.

Return my rivers and mountains, and be loyal to the dream of serving the country.

The soul is eternal, and the iron hooves are still ringing.

Zhengchen still remembers that the famous handsome man is mighty. ”

The sword demon was awe-inspiring, looking forward to the sky:"

The blade brushes the head of the beard, and the ambition is to smash the yellow dragon.

Once the king is summoned, he will be humiliated for ten years.

Jiangshan is not a surname, why bother Zhao Song.

Endure the tears of the elderly, and it will hurt for eternity. ”

The prehistory of Ji Yupin, I don't know who can praise:"

Cao Cao was disloyal to the Han and coerced the emperor to order the tiger dragon.

After the lone officer crossed, he was reckless in the north.

The literary style is proud of the world, and the martial arts are from the clouds.

Live up to the man's ambitions, and be alone in troubled times. ”

The sword demon looked up to the sky and smiled, and the wind was light: "

However, the fox is suspicious and unclear.

Liu Lang planted vegetables, is it the same as compiling his shoes?

Wild words are light and blue-eyed, and raise troops to Jiangdong.

The east wind is broken, and the copper finch is empty.

Dream frightened horse food trough, do not doubt Sima Gong.

But he was suspected of killing Hua Tuo, and he suffered from a lifelong head disease. ”

Ji Yu was speechless, and pitched up and down: "

Let me ask your Excellency, who is the hero of ancient and modern times?"

The sword demon dragged his clothes, and his eyebrows were slanted: "

From the Qin and Han dynasties to the Tang and Song dynasties, he left a few more names.

Although heroes are heroes, they are not men.

The so-called men, how can they be disturbed by fame?

Straight into a pair of birds, the country does not bend the waist.

Don't go against the will of the Iraqi people, and rather throw away your life.

The king of Xiyin Zhou, the only coquettish in this.

The princes of the beacon fire play, the country broke and smiled.

Reading the Spring and Autumn Period, Gou Jian is the most annoying.

Ten years of lessons, lonely night to see the knife.

Wait for the momentum to swallow Wu Yun, and lead the horse to shoot the tide.

Why send Xi Shi to go to Gusu Yao.

The country and the beauty, who would rather know how delicate?

Sheyu but asks for tiles, stupid and ignorant of appearance.

The so-called men are not beauties.

It is not a pity to be a country, and it is difficult to get a beauty.

Xuanzong's pet is too true, and the horse dies and the lychee urges.

The king loves Daji, and the dynasty is always violated.

Lu Bu is Diao Chan, jealous and kills Dong thief.

Shi Chongning Yi clan, in exchange for a green bead pendant.

Li Yu lost the temple and shed tears to the palace.

Fill in the words and praise the eyebrows, Du Muliu will be eternal.

These are all men, and they are the most beautiful in their lives.

A glimpse of ten years of idiocy, even if you die, you will not regret it.

Rather stay infamous and stinky, and pay for laughing and drunk.

How can it be a history and live up to the tears of the Iraqi people. ”

Ji Yu went to the grave and stroked the tombstone with his bare hands: "

When it comes to men, who is the most amorous?

Mr.'s handsome reward made a certain person ashamed.

Ji Yu has no company, and the shadow follows.

didn't die for the beauty, endure watching the flowers fall.

Self-esteem is high and high, and does not want to disappear together.

is not a boy by nature, and he is ashamed of it.

After death, you should look for it again, and your soul will return to the people of Companion. ”

The girl approached the monument, and her relatives were in tears: "

Aqiao is not dead, why does this tomb exist?"

Ji Yu looked up to the sky and sighed, and told the moon sincerely: "

Erect a monument for remembrance, and there are many sad groans in front of the monument.

In the middle of the night, it will come to this, and the moon will be darkened.

Memories make people thin, and the piano is exhausted.

On the side of the autumn grave, who has mercy on the broken intestines?

Although Aqiao is not dead, he is no longer the person he used to be.

From the beginning to the abandonment of me, the world will no longer exist.

The sweetheart is dead, where to find the past.

There are only flowers in the mound, and indifference knows my heart.

The heart is Aqiao's mound, and the flower is Aqiao's soul.

Ji has a life year, and it may be difficult to see Yiren.

After a hundred years of fear, no one has buried the soul.

This is a mound of flowers, and it will not return to the dust. ”

Bitterly ashamed, he realized a little, and asked with his finger: "

Lao He is a district, most of them misunderstand you.

Aqiao is not dead, I don't know where to find it?

We are waiting for a blood feud, and this woman is suspected to be the root.

Yi's lovesickness, swaying and shocking martial arts. ”

Ji Yu bowed her head silently, and her robe was torn: "

Muluo does not complain about autumn, and there is no need to worry about the moon loss.

Now that the ancients have passed away, why do you need to grind Wu hooks?

The enmity of the rivers and lakes, how much blood is shed.

If you sigh like this, it will make people look good. ”

The sword demon slanted his eyebrows, and glanced coldly at the moon like a hook: "

Dogs eat carrion, bark and dare to take revenge!

The cold arrow wants me to die, who is not harmed?"

But the dagger in the judge's hand, the cold iron flashed with a ghostly light:"

The blue calyx grass in the Western Regions has no prescription for strange poisons.

This poisonous Tianshan has it, and it kills people when it sees blood. ”

He waved his hand angrily and threw it into the distance.

The dagger is like a meteor, and the bark is wounded.

The poison caused the tree to die, and the begonia fell suddenly.

The branches are empty, and the dead roots of the wood are already sick.

Ji Yu raised his head of mourning and recalled the account of the past year: "

The blue calyx grass is sorrowful, and it has made people sad in ancient times.

The heroes died one after another, leaving them lonely and frosty.

The wife is separated from the flesh and blood, and who would rather keep the intestines.

Tianshan is a famous family, why should you be infected with this miasma?"

Lu Ji glanced coldly, and his eyes were resentful: "

Angry at my crown, hate to kill Dugu Lang!"

The girl laughed evil and ridiculed the Tianshan guest: "

Although Lu Jun is not blind, he doesn't know Dongyue.

If it weren't for Feng Lang, your body would have perished.

There are many wolves in the Tianshan Mountains, and the resentment is reported to Nanguo.

The ancestor of Sha Molu is also the work of the king?"

Lu Jinai was stunned, and saw that the moon had slanted:"

When will the erector insult me?"

The girl looked at it with contempt and raised her head for a long time: "

Wielding a sword to rob women, the head of the family is in evil thoughts.

The well frog ridicules the narrow sky, and the square pot is introduced.

The Wu people are light on women, and they will have stumps under the sword.

And I'm also eight buckets, isn't Lu Jun stupid?"

Flicking his hand out of his sleeve, containing purple sword qi.

The sword is ethereal, and the moon is spiritual.

The sword lures the guest star criminal, and the spring river recalls.

Swinging the sheath and falling the phoenix, the practice has been stupid.

Suspected of being under Auntie, who doesn't know this trick?

This night is the most pitiful, Mingyue is my teacher.

Bitter and stunned, Mu Weng also said bluntly: "

This is the 'lovesick formula', who is the master?"

The girl looked at the sword and stroked it with low eyebrows: "

This is not a lovesick trick, a sword move.

What is 'Acacia'?

There is no such turmoil, and the idiot has no time to think. ”

Ji Yu's lonely shadow is near, picking flowers and recovering from injury: "

Who's in love? I'm with the old people.

The Yiren are waiting to return during the day, and the gentleman is alone at night.

Suddenly, I groaned and died, and I moved to mourn and stroke the piano alone.

The people of Iraq do not think of me, but I think of the people of Iraq.

It is the old world, and there are no two people in this trick.

Only Ji is stupid, and the qin sword is drunk to the moon. ”

Embarrassed, the girl asked: "

Want to ask Tan Yue, Aqiao is the predecessor?"

The girl's tears have been played, and the sorrow is pitiful:"

I also hate parting from suffering, I am the person in the tomb.

Although the name is still Aqiao, the creation is against my heart. ”

The sword demon trembled his eyebrows, swallowing tears and having no roots.

The hand hangs the long sword pendant, and the autumn hurts people's hearts:"

Thou is Aqiao's body, who is my insider?

Since the beginning, I am lucky, and I am the reason.

Although I have known each other for a few days, I have a deep affection for you.

Why mess with me and make me hurt in vain?

Sigh I am alone, who is not respected in my life.

I am lonely in my life, why bother into the red dust!"

Aqiao choked with tears, and the wind shot into the shark's eyes: "

didn't have time to tell the truth, Aqiao was really guilty.

Jun is a sincere person, and his temperament is not romantic.

The acquaintance is not too late, and it seems to be with the white head.

Although Qing is like a river, the willows in the garden of the concubine's heart. ”

Xiao Jie raised his knife and looked at Aqiao coldly: "

The ancestor rarely came out of the valley, what enmity did he have with the king?

A sword Kunlun is broken, Xiao is willing to rest. ”

Mu Weng raised his anger and opened his eyebrows like a vulture: "

Xiao is fearless, and the old man is even a king.

If the younger brother is not revenged, he will be ashamed to sit on the head of the martial arts.

Now that the situation is in chaos, why do you need to stay in the trick.

Shaolin ninja watching the fire?

Monks and Tianshan guests, hearing this, also roared.

The wings are all geese, and they are all revenge on Aqiao.

The sword demon lifted his robe, and the long sword was already out.

Embroidered mouth blowing Qingfeng, frowning and sneering:"

Whoever dares to take a step closer, my sword will not spare it.

There is no blood tonight, and the cold fox will not return to the sheath. ”

Ji Yu's body was like a goose, and he walked towards the people: "

The sin of the world is mine, who will not be cold?

The blood is blue and admonishes the common people, and persuades this grievance. ”

Turning his eyes to Yi Mian, he wept like a child.

Yang Yue wants to swallow tears, recalling people's obsession:"

The moon is like jade tonight, can you not remember the Chinese New Year.

The wind crosses the river and the green of the skirt.

Devoted himself to the teacher, and learned the sword together in the deep valley.

Hongxia light wind lawn, sunset grass stream.

Dancing sword lovesickness, fuqin Guanglingsan.

The moon has wandered, sleepless and waiting.

A total of words were left under the tree: 'Begging for three life companions'.

Yi Yan is still in his ears, but now he is alone.

I don't remember the past, and I ask about autumn with my hand.

I still remember that three years ago, there was a total swing under the moon.

Autumn fireflies fly around the clothes, and the flowers sigh for the passing years.

With the moon out of the valley, and live in the half of the mountain.

One plum and one house, one piano and one sword companion.

What a joy it is, and the world is untouched.

There is no name left in history, and I look at my heart.

Although future generations don't know, they can learn from the bright moon.

Who is the couple in life? Qin Jian still has you.

If I am not lonely, no one will care about me.

Since you abandoned me, the sword is not a pity.

Who is there a song to touch, and who is there a sword to dance?

Since then, Qin has been sad, and swordsmanship has been lonely.

I still remember the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the flower forest is here.

What is the situation of traveling in autumn and evening?

The moon hangs in the blue sky, and the layers of frost are paved with acres.

What is the matter with the king leaving the flight, the cold moon is shocked.

One person pities the shadow, and the autumn is lonely.

The people of the past are not like yesterday, and the begonias are still the same.

In my heart, the people died, and a tomb was added to the flowers.

The sour wind shoots her eyes, Xiao Niang is a stranger.

It's easy to break your gut, who is the most crying?"

Mourning alone with tears, I was stunned to hear the cry: "

Ji's name is '萸', and the cursive word is 'slave idiot'.

Dogwood is crazy, and I am willing to die for Dogwood. ”

Suddenly glanced at Dugu Yi: "If you want to entrust Brother Feng,

Aqiao is in the world, looking at you to take care of him. ”

The feet are as beautiful as cranes, and the begonia branches are hung.

Looking back at the past ten years, the snotting business has stopped.

After a few strokes to the sky, the sword was swept horizontally.

Under the moon, he killed himself, and his sword was bloody and three feet old.

Death is like a jade landslide, and sorrow is like a falling stone.

The ancient is unattainable, and it seems that no one is obsessed.

Who can write Your Excellency? Vomiting blood "Flower Poem".

The tears were still wet, and the body was slow to fall.

Everyone was stunned, and Aqiao stood dumbfounded.

The sword demon soul is also lost, and the sword apprentice is too restful.

Qin is dead, who knows him?

He bowed down and bowed in shame, and sighed three times in wet Buddha clothes:"

Benevolent Ji is the donor, and the wind is sad.

Die lightly for the sake of redness, abandon yourself and go to hell.

If you don't look up to Gaojie, the enmity will be filled together.

If the old man dares to disobey, he should be ashamed. ”

The sword demon paused: "Master Xie Gaoyi." ”

Bitter and ashamed: "I hope the water lingers,

The green mountains and grass do not fall, and there will be a period in the future. ”

The sword demon nodded slightly: "There will be a period of hope in the future." ”

Bitterly ashamed of the long sleeves, turn your head and walk away.

Step by step, light work, flower forest west and west.

The full moon is shining, and the beard is extinct.

Begonias don't worry about people, go to chase the wind.

The sword demon mourned like a beast, and slammed his sword to the ground.

Every time I wander in the middle of the night, I drink and drink together.

If you knock on the sword, you will sing to the bottom of the spring.

The soul goes to Lin Yue, who will be righteous in life.

The Yiren shirt is light, and they are full of tears.

The jade hand swept the shark tears, and the mourning was extremely not sad.

Xiao Jie sighed and stroked Leng Jianfeng: "

Kill to become benevolent, and take righteousness to sacrifice your life.

People are still in their prime, and they have a great temperament.

I am not a ruthless person, and I admire his ambitions.

But how can you clear up the revenge of killing your father?

Although Ji Qing is deceased, the matter is not yet clear.

Looking at you, don't blame Xiao Mouyong. ”

The sword demon stood up and danced in the wind.

Angry and sneered, he took his sword and slashed: "

In ancient times, those who fought swords, sealed their throats with one move.

In order to dispel the resentment of the world, Brother Ji has given up his life.

His soul is not far away, and the stubborn generation is obsessed.

I have been to the ancient righteousness, and I have not dared to be ashamed.

It's a pity that the skills will be poor, and the cold fox will be less sharp.

Persuade Er to wave a knife and kill me to deceive the order. ”

Xiao Jie was as frightened as a bird, and the knife had changed.

The sword demon still frowned, and teased his robe step by step.

Dancing like a demon, the wolf is terrifying:"

In the past, the sword was sharp, and Huashan was destroyed overnight.

The moon is full tonight, and the sword should be fed with blood!"

The fierce sword aura is vicious, and it is as high as a long eyebrow.

Ah Qiao flicked his sleeves slightly, but stopped the sword and magic sword.

Glancing back at Kunlun, his cold eyes are disgusted:

Jun asked the reason for this, and the slave body dared to hide his words?

I deeply regret the bitterness of Lang Lang and have been hating for 17 years.

Wandering on the moss in the cold night, stroking the sword but crying in the sky.

In the memory of Gusu, the night was cold and cold. ”

Looking up, the moon will set, obliquely covering the edge of the autumn clouds.

The breeze is like no trace, and the hair is also blowing:"

Once upon a time, there was a person who was famous among the rivers and lakes.

The sword is invincible, and the conduct is humble.

The world praises its name: 'the first sword in the world'.

The left is three feet long, and the right hand is a bunch of orchids.

Lonely and arrogant, he is willing to be indifferent, and he lives on the top of the dangerous peak.

Plant plum and play with cranes, and stroke the plum blossoms.

Just like Song Linkui, he is not in the lonely mountain.

A proud body, outstanding in the world.

I don't want to keep his name, but I can only pass on the alias.

'Plum Crane Gentleman' praised, admiring the thatched house.

The gentleman is poor, and he has no money in his pocket.

To whom is the heart of Chen, only to pity the old plum remnant. ”

Mu Weng looked at it with great eyes, and finally sighed from afar: "

Deeply remember that people are like the moon, the first sword in the world.

The name of the immortal under the plum is still spreading.

Who does not look up to the world, a hidden immortal.

Clean to the world, clean to go away.

Its nature is not earthly, and the emotion makes people ashamed.

The old man has admired it for a long time, and he often has no sleep. ”

The sword demon felt his words, and shook his sword qi: "

If you want to live with Meihe, the soul of the predecessors is far away.

Thirty years ago, the gentleman is young.

It is miraculous in its swordsmanship and is proud of the sword world.

A sword in the sheath shouted, who didn't sigh.

Dukui ancient and modern, Western Regions and Central Plains.

He wore a sword and a scarf, and wore a white shirt of seven feet.

If you are a scholar, you will be unique in the turbid world.

But as soon as the sword came out, Wuyue trembled.

Wait for the top of Mount Tai and avoid the rain across the south of the Yangtze River.

One person fights with a sword, and has no companion for many years.

Or drink tall buildings alone, or hide in the mountains.

Mei's wife and crane, Brother Qin talked to him.

Men should be like this, there is no need to pity loneliness.

But the sword is in hand, and the heart is not spotless.

When hatred is not born, it is the most regrettable in the next life.

There is nowhere to sacrifice the bottle of wine, and it is not fair to anyone. ”

Xiao Jie is like a soul erosion, and the frost grains are knotted.

A piece of the moon is heavy, and the people under the moon are saddened: "

A gentleman is pretentious, not with ordinary people.

The sky is arrogant and arrogant, and the ghost is jealous of poetry and handsomeness.

Thinking back then, Wei Feng slept alone.

Walk out of the rivers and lakes alone, and enter the storm.

The sword qi is flying, and the internal strength is also superb.

The light work is still charming, and the legend is still to this day.

There is no trace for thousands of miles, and there is no trace of it.

In an instant, it is a thousand miles, proud of the ancient people.

I am ashamed of my life, and I call it 'Crane Kunlun'.

It's too late to be estranged, and the peak is thousands of miles.

What a ghost in the past, it fell overnight.

People go to become legends, where to cry autumn graves.

When you hear that the gentleman is dead, who will answer the doubt?"

Aqiao is overwhelmed by the wind, and his slender hands brush his temples: "

Why should a gentleman die?

The Si people are notorious, and the souls of women and children are terrorized at night.

People call 'beautiful scorpion', and their real name is 'Ji Zhen'.

The boat migrates with the river, and the fluttering canopy has no roots. ”

Everyone was stunned, and Mu Weng teased his claws: "

Wen Yi is evil, and there are many evils, disasters and martial arts.

Hook and quench the peacock gall, and turn over to take the soul of the person.

Dan kills the green-clothed woman, and Yeyi Red Leaf Village.

The seven knights of Liaodong were damaged one by one.

Since then, it has been charming, and it can not hurt the hearts of guests. ”

Ah Qiao sighed softly: "Mu Lao has deep knowledge. ”

Mu Weng locked his eyebrows, lowered his eyebrows and groaned: "

The gentleman is invincible, and he has not reached the blade of the Iraqi people?

Although human death is impermanent, it is hard to believe. ”

Aqiao shook his head lightly, revering in reverie: "

Ju Dove Guan Ming, people in Fangcaozhou.

If there is a woman with a beautiful face like jade, wouldn't a gentleman be a gentleman?

She is a real beauty, with clean eyes and eyebrows like embroidery.

Ordinary business is cold, and one person leans on a tall building.

The silver hook dances in the cold moon, and the breeze stretches the sleeves.

Kill without frowning, seal your throat with a wave.

The road left a headless corpse, and Yi went after sunset.

Alone people don't ask, they hate the crescent moon and thinness.

This is not a lady, but it is still good to be a trender.

I really brushed my clothes, and I was tired of smelling men.

Wuling is light and thin, and provokes Yiduo to swing the hook. ”

The sword demon looked up to the sky and smiled, and waved his long sleeves recklessly:"

Kills without blinking, is lonely and drinks.

Drunk ears are hot, and you will wave your hand when you take your life.

The character is just like me, a thousand miles alone.

Doesn't it make me sad that the Si people are ancient?"

Aqiao sighed again, and glanced at the moon to remember the matter: "

Sigh the gentleman's handsome reward, worthy of the youth tour.

If Mei He knows, he will become friends with you. ”

After the hand brushes the frost on the clothes, and the tasha leaks:"

The ancients were also romantic, and they held hands with the elderly.

There are 300 articles in the Book of Songs, and the national style is still immortal.

There is a woman who is pregnant with spring, and Ji Shi is tempted.

People are in the water, tracing back to the right and right.

Don't complain about the white snake idiot, love is as strong as wine.

Liang Zhu did not lose each other, and the blood was blue and died together. ”

The moon slanted to attract jade eyes, and the iQue was in ancient times.

Myths make people jealous, and shame all households:"

Ji Zhenxi travels far away, drifting in a lonely boat.

Tired of fighting with the world, lying high in the water.

Once crossed the south of the Yangtze River, the floating boat entered Hangzhou.

It is raining in the south of the Yangtze River, and people are very sad when their clothes are wet.

Under the rain shelter bridge, raise your eyes and look around.

There is a tree next to the bridge, and the heron's nest is a red bean.

The petals and flowers fall, and the people under the trees are also worried.

Si people hold an umbrella and quietly stand by the red bean.

The clogs knocked on the moss, and he was dressed in white.

The expression is slightly gloomy, and the edge is not obvious.

Between the slanting wind and drizzle, Wu is pitiful.

A man was knocked down, and the ground was full of white petals.

You don't have to return your clothes when you're wet, and you have an oil-paper umbrella in your hand.

There is ink on the umbrella, who leaves the verses?

The rain does not disperse, and the little poem has a lot of meaning: '

The green tiles are far away, and the alleys sell flowers.

The rain has passed and the sky is blue, or the people have gone. ’

Jiangnan is a small poet, and it is easy to get drunk when splashing ink.

It's a pity to sigh about this, who can be a child?

If she really lost her soul, she was already in love.

The heart is like a spring wave, and the sound of rain has not been heard.

Encounter in the drizzle, near the boat to invite drinks.

Walking ashore slowly, he whispered before asking: '

There is pear blossom wine in the bottle, and the fragrance is waiting for the ghostly.

Dare to ask the gentleman's name, can you have a bottle?'

The man in white smiled, and replied really: "

What is the reason for being mad, it is to wait for the rain man.

The name is unbearable, and he plays an umbrella.

Bottle wine to clean, listen to the rain does not need to lead.

Say goodbye here, and have a chance to meet again. ”

Seeing Yi Chuchu, the weak shadow is smoky.

Luo shirt is overwhelmed by the rain, holding an umbrella to send the Iraqi people.

A smile drifted away, and the clogs were left behind.

Buyi Ruofeng walked, and suddenly chanted the sentence of "Acacia": '

Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring.

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. ’

The voice of the jade is low, and the people are far away from the smoke and the rain.

Liuyi has long eyes and listens to the broken spring embankment. ”

Xiao Jie was fascinated and thought to himself: "

There are many secluded people.

Lang Jun who fights the umbrella, but who is it?"

Aqiao's clothes are windy, graceful and graceful:"

A painting on the umbrella surface, the ink is quite elegant.

The crane will spread its wings, and the plum bend will not bear flowers.

The handwriting imitates the willow body, and the small poetry is good.

The inscription 'Plum Crane', Ran Ran Mo Shen Shen. ”

Mu Weng sighed, and the sky fell on the white jade plate: "

It seems to be gone, like a flowing wind.

is ethereal like a fairy, and the description is also faint.

The gentleman is a good plum crane, and the people who wait for the rain have no complaints.

In terms of romantic characters, who in the world can be?"

Aqiao's eyes moved, and the wind sent a rainbow off:"

Now that the gentleman has gone, the people of Iraq are still confused.

Hold the umbrella and let it drizzle, and the intention of returning to the cabin is even more chaotic.

Poor Jiangnan is good, and the mountains are blue in spring.

The inscription poem of the green wall, Hibiscus Yingchawan.

After the rain, the sky is blue, and the water is layer upon layer of eaves.

A raft of West Lake, Suzhou and Hangzhou are graceful.

The blue waves are thousands of acres of wine, and the weeping willows and white embankments are full.

Looking down at the reflection of the clouds, the breeze blows the shirt.

Looking at the beautiful peaks, there is green smoke after the rain.

The light body is lifted by a crane, just like in the clouds.

Unknown day in the lake, or lake in the sky?

Looking at the broken bridge in the distance, the figure is far away.

Slip on the raft lake, and stand near the bridge.

There is no dust in the white clothes, and the green silk is messy with the wind.

The eyes are like spring clouds, and the shadows pour into the lake.

looks like a Jin man, and bears the strings behind his clothes.

is 'waiting for the rain man', the first sword in the world.

My heart jumped loudly, and her face was shy and her tongue was dry.

A slight glance is a turn of the eye, but people are close but timid.

The gentleman didn't realize it, and he was obsessed with watching the ripples.

The reflection of the lake, madness and shadow love.

She really breathed deeply, slowing down her heartbeat slightly.

Propping up the penny, he paddled the water and took advantage of the situation to sweep ashore.

The gentleman was startled and suddenly woke up like from a dream.

The soul is fixed and angry, and the smile is like a spring breeze.

She raised her eyebrows and asked, 'Who are you doing here?'

The gentleman said leisurely: 'I want to sell a piano.' ’

Ji Zhen asked again: 'How much gold is a song worth?'

The gentleman replied, 'Earn a heart.' ’

She smiled and smiled, and she was beautiful: '

My heart already belongs to you, please stroke the qin. ’

The gentleman was stunned, frowning gloomily: '

The despicable are poor and ashamed. ’

Her eyes are like water, and she is faint and sincere:

A scoop of humble alleys, a gentleman is only Dexin. ’

The gentleman feels his words, and the end of the world knows himself: '

When you are close to the piano, you should caress it, and a song rewards your bosom friend. ’

Looking at thirty miles, the mist envelops the center of the lake.

Waving the finger, a landscape is the placket: '

The resort is revisited, and the flowers are released and the piano is stroked.

The crane mourned alone, and no one asked.

The ancients stayed here, and the trail looked for firewood.

Chess is a smaller poem, and the hermit's surname is Lin. ’

Memories have been green, and they are true with their sleeves.

Step up to show light skills, and Lingbo on the water.

Flying like a frightened goose, it disappears in a flash.

The god of Ithro rolls, and the wind grows from both sides.

There are no lines in the water, and the steps are light.

Chic as a cloud, fluttering as the wind.

The body is swift and flying, or overweight or light.

One is like a bird exhibition, and the other is like a wind.

One is beautiful, and the other is wonderful.

Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is fragrant.

The earbuds ignored the eyes, and did not realize the cold sunset.

The opposite shore is approaching, and it will pass a thousand acres in an instant.

A little water on the tiptoes, and the body lightly longitudinal.

Falling on the shore of the lake, the forest is cold on the long causeway.

The causeway leads to a secluded place, and a hill is connected.

The two of them climbed the stairs, and the road turned to Merlin.

The old plum branches are slanted, and a piece of fragrant snow is full.

The breeze blows lightly, and the plum falls a petal.

The gentleman untied the rope and sat in the underworld: '

Meilin poet's house, here is a lonely mountain.

Lin Kui has no footprints, leaving me empty envy. ’

The sleeves are displayed, and the people sit and tune the strings.

The strings were wiped slightly, and the humming piano was like a sigh: '

I owe Junqin a song, so I play it for Jun.

It's hard to hear, and the skills are ugly. ’

The hand strokes the belly of the piano lightly, and the Ding Ding is clear and simple.

The initial twist is re-picked, gradually fast and chaotic.

One tone is high, and the other is high, and the ten fingers are flicked in succession.

Dense as a shower, brocade like a hundred flowers.

The flower field is 3,000 acres, and it stretches overnight.

The song has not stopped, and the micro moon has already been seen.

Da Lu and Gong Shang, the clear sound tends to be low.

The plum blossom floated slowly, sprinkled on the pendant clothes.

The strings of the piano are long, and the young people are frivolous.

Sleeping in the clouds, who is the neighbor in the world?

The sound of the piano is like a heart, and who is lonely.

Although there are thousands of sentient beings, they are heavenly people.

King Jing didn't know Pu, and he was angry at the qin.

The fate of the talented man is rebellious, and he intends to hold the qin.

Peerless and unborn, where is the grave.

Yi Yanghua was startled, and she was frantic and wanted to break the piano.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and a string was lost from it.

The string is broken, and there is a bosom friend, and he asks Yiren with slanted eyes.

Ji Zhenxiu frowned, brushed her hair and combed it by hand: '

The gentleman plays the piano, and the coquettish can climb the ancients.

Stunning and unmatched, amazing and jealous of the world.

Duyun gentleman is elegant, who knows the gentleman's suffering?

Hearing Junqin's song, its sorrow poisoned my belly.

The piano is like the roar of the king, where is the sorrow.

One person is at the peak, and the world is depressed.

Mochizuki is vain, and loneliness is like poison.

Concubines are not drifters, and they can be companions. ’

The gentleman sighed, feeling sorry for himself and not knowing himself.

Tonight will finally meet, and life should be enough.

The negative piano walked slowly, and the white moon in the center of the lake was lonely.

When the lake is a breeze, the two cherish each other.

She Shu will eventually have hatred, and Shejun will be boring in the end.

Since then, they have traveled together, and the end of the world has been the same wave.

Taste the moon Baotu Spring, wash the west of the Yao Pond.

Chengma Yuezhi Cave, supporting the raft Jiangnan rain.

To accompany the people around you, what is the pity of Hongchen?

Throwing 10,000 taels of gold, it is not easy for a moment.

Once in the desert, the world is just Tanabata.

Bright milky way water, misty river Han girl.

The two knelt under the stars, and they married three times.

We will stay together for a lifetime, and we will not swerve until death. ”

Mu Weng looked up to the sky and sighed, and the flowers flew in the wind: "

Regret the gentleman's idiot, bewitched by the witch.

The bond with it makes me sigh for a long time.

The gentleman often strokes the piano, the water is green and lives alone.

A lifetime of cleanliness, why bother with sludge?"

The sword demon sneered, and shook his clothes when the wind struck:"

You and other vulgar people, do you know what it means?

Although there are 3,000 red faces, they are more expensive than a confidant.

It is better to have a beautiful companion than to hold Yu alone.

It's not a pity to die, what a pity to be famous!"

Aqiao Qudai eyebrows, suddenly approaching the tombstone: "

The ancestors have become ancient, who will I return to?

The ape is empty, urging people to cry. ”

Looking up to the sky and meditating for a long time, the old man is still romantic.

The clear water surrounds the white stone, affecting the shadow of the tree.

Talking about the old things now, the house is full of white heads:"

The gentleman is crazy and loves to wander all his life.

Yesterday was the snow on the poor side, and I stayed in Jinling Lane today.

The self-proclaimed 'wanderer' takes off his shoes and walks recklessly.

The husband sings and the woman follows, and flies high with wings.

Xiao Luqiu said poetry, and talked about ghosts at night in the temple.

The mountain trail is wet and wet, and the poor moon is like an eyebrow.

The grass is dry and the snow is dry, and I don't know it for three years.

Ji Zhen is pregnant in October, and she is about to give birth.

Cut the pulse and strings, and the body and mind are lazy.

Gentlemen stay together for a long time, and never leave the side.

Tea relieves the sorrow of the wanderer, and the piano sells the resentment of the beauty.

Spend the night in Hanshan Temple, and the tongs fall piece by piece.

The moon is bright into the plain window, and the gentleman is by the couch.

She was really sad in the night, leaning on her pillow and sighing softly: '

The concubine has a lot of heart, and she doesn't complain about it.

With Qing, the world is the same, and the wandering hat covers his face.

Buried in the north of the country, incognito in the south of the distance.

Bumpy and uncertain, starving grass stream.

Resistant to several times of cold and heat, drifting for three years.

So far, I have to stay, and the guest house is cold in the ancient temple.

The autumn wind is thin and the horses are thin, why is the merciful king?'

The gentleman smiled and said: "I am ashamed of my husband."

However, he is used to traveling, and he is born to be scattered.

Exile has become a habit, but the lady is pitiful. ’

She was really faint and quiet, and her eyes looked to the outside of Xuan: '

Qing and I are a couple, as close as a Pisces company.

Hu is worried alone, and he is worried about the sky alone?

Concubines are cold-blooded, and they are relieved of deep thought.

Hate me for being mad at the time, swinging a hook like a judge.

The moon is high and the night kills, and the wind is cold and rotten Keshan.

The blood on the hook is very resentful.

Those who chase enemies from all walks of life, the sword qi is dry.

On the boat Poyang, the path is on the Cangjiang beach.

And Qing was afraid that I would be suspicious, so I took the boat while I was sleeping.

In a hurry, the flood is cut off, and the end of the world is avoided.

Falsely claiming to be a 'wanderer', hiding in the cold.

Why is it difficult to be merciful, and rarely sleep for three years.

Every time I hear the crane, look at the moon and wait for it.

If the five are burned, force a happy face.

The concubine is also a pain for the king, and every nose is sour. ’

The wind swept the gentleman's coat, and the wry smile was too sad: '

I am afraid that Qing is easy to be sad, and I want to hide it but I have already worn it.

Defend against men, and be afraid of danger for your husband!'

Ji Zhen stroked his abdomen with his hand, and tried to laugh at it: '

The rain is full of clothes, and the wind is cold and cold.

Tonight is the Chinese Valentine's Day, why not show your frowns?

The gentleman was still depressed, pacing between the houses.

The micromoon people are independent, and they have been in front of the paper window for a long time.

The chief of the window groaned, and sighed again: '

Today, I left the temple and went to Gusu Mountain.

After a short break in the grass pavilion, I suddenly saw a person far away.

The green robe is a bucket hat, and the body style is light and simple.

The mountain trail is winding, and a few twists and turns are gone. ’

Ji Zhen was stunned and asked, "Who is this immortal?"

The gentleman said wistfully: "Light work tends to be indifferent."

Shaolin light cloud step, the best in the world.

This man was pacing, hunched over.

It has been perfected, obscure and clumsy.

Cultivation is shocking, and it is famous all over the mountains and rivers.

The only monk in Shaolin, the first Dharma Academy.

The Buddha's name is 'knowing tea', who dares to fight with it?'

Ji Zhen shook her head and sighed, locking her eyebrows and remembering the past: '

Think back to five years ago, the autumn in the world was cold.

Shaolin knows Ye Monk and meditates on Rotten Keshan.

The goose foot tied the paper and invited me to play a game.

Fighting chess talks about Wang Kou, fighting and gambling to stay.

It doesn't hurt if I win, I have to be hooked when I lose.

Facing the wall and being imprisoned in the cave, listening to the scriptures until the bones decay. ’

Jun Zi Xuan Mei asked: 'How can he rest if he loses?'

Ji Zhen said gloomily: 'Let the chess go one step,

You can imprison me after winning, but you won't worry about losing it. ’

The gentleman looked up at the window and looked at the moon and hands:

Shaolin has no defeat and is worthy of Beidou. ’

Ji Zhen smiled and said, "I did as promised,

The waist of the Rotten Ke Mountain, the road is crooked but quiet.

The loose and oblique chessboard is quiet, and the leaves are old.

The wind swept the green robe old, and the old monk led slightly.

I sat on the white stone and walked first.

Set the 29th road, ride a group of dogs.

The old monk slowly fell into chess, thinking for a long time.

It is a pity to move chess, and the danger is like a steep cliff.

The wind and sunset are long, and each tries thirteen hands.

Compete for Panasonic Stone, and win the land.

Under the battle of Chu and Han, the city destroyed the iron horse roared.

The chessboard is like a country, whose hand is the deer dead?

The solitary son enters the hinterland, and the chess is after the dangerous move.

The robbery is persecuted, and the opponent is encountered.

Attack and kill, do not feel night and day.

Or think about it for three days, and don't know how to go.

Dawn is embarrassed, and Moonrise is still imprisoned.

Sometimes the leaves fall early, and the pine needles are all over the shoulders.

Sometimes the autumn rain hits, and Xiaoxiao makes the guests sad.

Sometimes the fog locks the mountain, and the mountain air is wet with people's sleeves.

Sometimes the moon dissolves, and the pine shadow is thin.

Obsessed with chess, oblivious to hunger and cold.

The sunset is slanted, and the two seem to be sitting in meditation.

I had an epiphany overnight, and I counted the tricks.

That is, to get out of my predicament, and to force him into danger.

The idiot monk sighed and shook his head, he had no plan to guard.

The chess momentum is like a bamboo, and he takes nine steps back in a row.

The soldiers have forced the lonely city, and the remnants of the army are still holding on.

I was unrelenting, and I did a few clever tricks.

Ambushed in the Central Plains, he was trapped in a ditch.

The obsessive monk seeks the good law, thinking hard and frowning.

Break through but have no plan, and the chess momentum is dead.

Meditate deep into the night, and the leakage is thinner.

He sighed and lowered his head and vomited.

The servant has been extinct, and he was martyred in Gao Qiu.

Sigu "Vomiting Blood", where does Xian Yuan travel?

The former was rotten Ke people, and he was shocked for a long time.

This place is now playing again, competing with the ancients.

When you come, the moon is still full, and when you go, the moon is like a hook.

After 18 days, the game was finally successful.

Whoever solves my idiocy will be a matter of life and death.

Although Zhiye vomited to death, the hatred was like spring.

Shaolin is in charge, who dares to commit a tiger's beard?

Zhicha also hates concubines, and the sword begs for past grievances.

Qingfeng wants to taste blood, and his heart is cold. ’

As soon as the gentleman raised his eyebrows, he was alone: '

I have been grinding for ten years, what is Shaolin's content.

If you are angry, you will be at the bottom of the magazine.

The rivers and lakes are not disturbed, I am not a bloodthirsty person.

If you regard your wife as your life, why should you rebel against me?'

Cold eyes like a wolf, a glance at the blade on the wall.

The long sword seemed to be angry, and there was a dragon groan.

The sword also has a liver and gall, and the wailing is like a warning.

The iron sheath can't be imprisoned, and it wants to shoot into the sky.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door, and I looked at it.

An old monk in Bai Gu, holding a cup of tea.

The abbot of this temple, the Zen name is 'Nine Cicada'.

The gentleman made a slight gesture: 'What is the master?'

The nine cicadas waved in one hand and held the tea cup in the other: '

The pu'er is cooked at night, and the tea taste is seven points light.

The clumsy tea is unbearable, and you can taste it. ’

The gentleman raised his glass and said, 'Thank you, Master for your mercy. ’

Nine cicadas are removed from the court, and the moon invades Yunhan: '

The breeze blew on my clothes, and I chanted another volume.

Walking in the robe, I can't bear to sleep on a good night.

If you want to invite people to drink together, look up to the sky.

Live up to the elegance of the king, live up to my wishes.

Old friends disturb at night, and the gentleman is not suspicious. ’

The gentleman is depressed and has no intention of being idle:

was born late and was a fool, and he was ashamed of Mei He.

Don't dare to say it, and have no intention of stepping into the courtyard.

Clumsy Jing is unwell, and he is a companion in his later life.

When you wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival, enjoy the full moon with your friends. ’

Jiu Cicada Qian said a few words, leading the way to leave.

Suddenly, I saw a monk coming, and his disciples said that the snow was gradual.

The snow gradually approached, kneeling in front of the nine cicadas: '

Shaolin monks outside the door, presented to worship the mountain.

Since the name of the cloud 'knowing tea', the temple wants to borrow the view. ’

The nine cicadas frowned, their eyes shining.

After reading the post, he shook his head and sighed: '

As a teacher and Shaolin, I have always had a shallow relationship.

Knocking on the door in the middle of the night, the bottom line is going to cross Jiangnan?'

Gentleman, bend your waist and apologize: '

The monk came from Shaolin, not thousands of miles away.

In vain, he was born later, and he pretended to borrow the Buddha scroll.

Living in the ancient temple for a long time, it will affect the mountain gate risk.

Cause trouble to the deceased, can not shame me. ’

The Nine Cicaas asked their disciples, 'Is this man wearing a sword?'

The snow gradually sank and said, 'A hat and a plain clothes.'

Outside the gate of the temple, there is a thing behind the spine.

It is three feet long, and Taoguang is wrapped in rags. ’

The nine cicadas opened their eyes violently, and their anger was like wind and thunder: '

Shaolin He is too crazy and openly contemptuous of Gusu.

Fight the sword to deceive my friend, how can the old man careless.

Whoever is old will be rotten, and Lian is quite capable of eating!'

Another little monk arrived, knelt on the ground and bowed his head: '

Wudang sunflower Weng, standing outside the door. ’

Ji Zhenyi sighed and said: "Flying snow and the ninth month,

After passing Changbai Mountain at night, the road is slippery and the horse does not go.

Seeing that a person was coming, he cut the wall alone.

Walking in the snow at a young age, light work into the first-class.

His appearance is better than Tan Lang, and his eyes are like water.

The body is light and elegant, and the jade boots are lined with brocade fur.

Suddenly, the skiing was sloppy and slipped around me.

The eyes are frivolous, and the strange smile is abrupt.

As soon as I stroked my eyebrows, I was soothing.

hateful and thin, and go away young.

or longitudinal or slightly, will reach the head of the snow peak.

I was so angry that I raised my eyebrows and raised my hands.

The hand raises the silver hook out, and the hook has a long momentum.

The young man responded to the situation, and the blood was splashed on his head.

The deceased is Lan Shi, known as the brocade dove.

Wudang layman apprentice, young and romantic. ’

The nine cicadas stroked their long beards and laughed and rolled up their sleeves: '

In the rivers and lakes, whose hands are not stained by blood?

The vertical son is not a good type, why should the dog's life be kept.

Disciplined but not good, Sunflower dares to take revenge?'

Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps, and a monk hurried away.

Nayousha is near: 'Tianshan Lu Jian Group,

Kunlun Xiao got tired of it, and visited the mountain gate at night. ’

Everyone was shocked at the word, and they all felt sorry for each other. ”

Lu Jiyan smiled and looked at the flower with a cold face:"

As soon as the father arrives, the world will be shocked.

The Tianshan Mountains are majestic, who is not alarmed?"

The sword demon squinted his eyebrows, and his clothes danced like clouds: "

If you dare to talk again, you will be killed tonight. ”

Lu Ji kept silent, timidly glancing at the roots of the tree.

Aqiao sighed faintly, standing in the shade of the begonia: "

Nai Weng is a martial artist, and a sword is superb.

It's a pity that the frog in the well doesn't know the people of the Central Plains. ”

Fubei wept early, and thought about the king.

Hua Xia Jun is dead, where does the heroic spirit exist.

Wipe the tears and wait for them to leak, and the three more will mourn alone.

Recalling the past, I want to break my bowels, and I am sad for many people:"

Lonely Temple and visitors, Tianshan and Kunlun.

Ji Zhen stayed and left, and Fuxuan looked at the nebula: '

The sleeve leads to a hook, and the cold moon breaks the soul of the guest.

Walk with the wind without a trace, and kill thousands of people with clothes.

He once killed a woman at night, and her name was Xiao Jin.

Xiao Yu's sister, Mrs. Lu of Tianshan.

Lu's deceased wife's room, Kunlun lost his relatives.

This day they both come, and knock at the door for this night. ’”

Suddenly sighed, speechless to the stele.

The past is unbearable, and it hurts people's hearts.

Helpless to fold the flower branches, Aqiao is full of flowers:"

Mr. Tianshan Lu, this matter is not stated.

The little girl is helpless, and Wangjun can be compassionate. ”

Lu Ji looked up to the sky and smiled, tears sinking from his cheeks: "

She is really evil in the world, and her intestines are as ruthless as poisonous snakes.

Kill my mother with a hook, and make me lose my relatives at a young age.

Do you wait for those who are cold, but also ashamed of others?

Now I am ashamed to mention it, but why?"

Aqiao's clothes dragged to the ground, and there was no trace of resentment:"

Humiliation is Mother's Day, and I am afraid of hurting the king's heart. ”

Lu Ji rushed to the crown, and his fists were clenched in anger: "

The deceased mother's innocent name, how can you be degraded!"

Aqiao frowned, thinner than the flower man:"

It is the mother of Lu Xiao, who has been practicing penance for three years.

The peak practices the whip, and the art travels far away.

Enter the customs to find the truth, whipping to take revenge.

In the end, the martial arts are inferior, and the soul is hooked in the moon.

Can you know the subtle things at your fingertips?"

Lu Ji was stunned and shook his head blankly: "

My father never complained, and he was lonely and ugly. ”

Aqiao continued to ask: "Mother Lu is looking for revenge,

It's because of one person, do you know, sir?"

Lu Ji was stunned again, and shook his head blankly.

Ah Qiao sighed softly and bowed his head to the cold autumn: "

It is a mother and a love species, but the memory of the brocade dove. ”

Lu Ji's long eyebrows were slanted, and his eyes were cracked angrily: "

Mother's Day is not stained, and the gentleman is full of crazy words.

I don't know Lan Shi, why do I go alone!"

The sword demon took three steps and asked aggressively: "

Let me ask if my mother died, where are my bones buried?"

Lu Ji was stunned for a moment, sighed and was ashamed: "

The desert is a chaotic grave, and it is not buried in the Tianshan Mountains. ”

The sword demon waved his hand and felt sorry for it: "

It is the mother's main room, and it should be buried on the top of Tianshan Mountain.

However, the bone is stupid, and it is unforgettable Wei Langyuan.

Although he is a member of the Lu family, he is a young man.

Nai Weng thought of this, and let the bones abandon the wasteland.

It's a pity that there is a lover, and he can't be round until he dies.

All die under a hook, or they can gather cold springs. ”

Lu Ji sat down, tears flicking gently.

The soulless are like waste, and the intestines are constantly broken.

Suddenly, there was a long roar, and he had drawn his sword.

The sword demon leaned over and stood in front of Ah Qiao.

The hand has touched the hilt of the sword, and I am afraid that it will be suddenly difficult.

Lu Ji drew his sword and looked at the sky.

For a long time, he stumbled on the ground and swung his sword across his throat.

When I wanted to kill myself, I felt that the sword trembled.

It is a sword demon that flicks a sword and stops it when he sees an opportunity.

The sword shook and came out of its sheath, blocking his sword with a slash.

Lu Jihu's mouth shook and he abandoned his sword in front of his knee.

The sword demon has been sideways, and the independent person is shored.

Kneeling on one knee and holding the long sword in the other:"

The delusional man is alone, and he has apologized deeply.

insulted Mr. Lu, don't worry about it. ”

Helping Lu Jiqi to get up, brushing the upper flap of his clothes:"

Besides, since ancient heroes, who was born dull?

Torture and humiliation sharpen people's morale, and tribulation urges courage.

King Qin Qing Jiuyuan, young Handan.

Han Xin is an enemy, and he still has mercy on his crotch.

In order to punish the party, Xu Jieren endured for ten years.

Humiliation but no ambition, great Sima Qian.

These are all heroes, one by one.

Cut the raw dolphin on the shield, and live up to a bowl of wine.

If the world is humiliated, it is very sorrowful and short-sighted.

The king moved away from the guest and mourned, and Qu Ping threw himself into the water.

Mourning Chu Song, the overlord waved his sword.

After death, it is empty, although the reputation is complete.

The boy is a dragon, so he is not afraid of villains.

Qu Ze stung on the ground, and thunder soared to the sky.

Jun is also a husband, so that the Tianshan Mountain will be broken!"

Lu Ji leaned on his sword and stood in a white shirt with a long wind: "

A certain lonely and arrogant person, practicing swords for ten years.

But there is a sword in his hand, Xiao Suo does not need to sigh.

If you want to go to the incognito name, you live alone in this life.

The widow doesn't ask, and the moon sits on the dangerous peak. ”

Mu Weng asked Aqiao: "In the cold temple in the past,

The four factions are coming together, where does the gentleman go?"

Aqiao said: "The gentleman is in the temple,

When I heard that the four of them were coming, I couldn't help but frown.

Depressed and mournful, the tiger's eyes were in tears.

Anxiety suddenly roared in the sky, and resolutely competed with each other.

Shaolin is in vain, and Kunlun is a few heavy.

There is no excuse in the world, who is the enemy of the sword?

The gentleman paced, taking the sword on the wall in his hand.

Unsheath and try to slash, the sword qi enters the skin cold: '

The box is hidden as a dragon's chant, and its sword body is awe-inspiring.

I haven't drunk blood for ten years, and the blade in the sheath is old.

Try it now and kill one person with one move.

Let him be treacherous and virtuous, and he will be punished one by one. ’

As soon as he raised his eyebrows, the green silk danced.

Angry and angry, blood eyes infinite hatred.

The co-workers seem to hate this, and the mourning is not thoughtful.

Chi is especially like this hatred, and the rebellion is damaged.

The nine cicadas are generous and arrogant into the high clouds: '

Hurry up Yan Zhao Ke, scream and pull out the blade.

Sweep away the turbidity of the universe and eradicate the hatred of the world.

Although the old man is in his twilight years, he raises his arms to help the king.

Tonight, Hanshan Temple will become a vertical tomb. ’

The gentleman waved his sword, his eyes were as sorrowful as if he were ruthless: '

He never abandons the sword in his life, and the sword does not leave his body.

I hated me for seventeen years, and I groaned in the air.

Now the situation is difficult, and the sword is used to block the tiger Qin.

Whoever dares to bear my wife, I will bear the people of the world!'

The autumn waves are charming, and the weaver girl is far away: '

Time is like a passing river, bubbling for three years.

Reminiscing about the night of the Chinese Valentine's Day, you and I are even climbing.

This night and Tanabata Festival, there is no silver man in the world.

Knowing the riverside woman from afar, looking forward to reunion.

Flying separately from you, it attracts the envy of immortals.

Like a dream for three years, I don't hate the shortness of life.

Even if you die, there is no regret in your eyes.

Murder will be killed, and karma will be returned tonight.

The reason is in me, why wield your sword.

And for the child in the womb, the seal box accumulates good fate. ’

The gentleman is frantic and hateful with long eyebrows.

Gritted his teeth and thought for a long time, and suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed.

Throwing the sword and flying into the wall, the sword trembled.

The nine cicadas opened angrily, and strode forward: '

Gusu Hanshan Temple, whose courtyard in the rivers and lakes!

The secluded Zen room road is not allowed to be practiced by others. ’

Hearing the sound of swift steps again, another little monk approached: '

Without Master's order, he did not dare to open the temple door.

The head of Tianshan Lu has broken into the door. ’

Hearing this, Jiu Cicada rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go out.

The gentleman stopped his steps and bowed apologetically: '

Because of my own death, the temple was destroyed.

He was ashamed to be ashamed and ashamed.

The master is an outsider, and he must not die for me.

Please watch from the wall, and later life has its own theory. ’

Raising his hand into his arms, it is a scroll of green silk: '

This is "Mei Heji", which I have practiced all my life.

It's not a pity for me to die, but it's a pity that my art is amazing.

Just die and live, master, please see mercy.

May after my bones decay, I will learn to be passed on. ’

The nine cicadas held their hands together, and the ten colors were solemn: '

The gentleman trusts the poor monk to dare not bear it!'

Suddenly I heard the sound of moaning, and I screamed miserably.

The abdominal pain was like a knife cut, and the forehead was full of sweat.

The frowning pain was unbearable, as if it was about to give birth.

The gentleman's heart is also anxious, and he walks to the couch closer.

Holding his wife's hand, tears have run from his eyes.

Seeing this, the nine cicadas turned around and wanted to go out.

But the gentleman shouted, 'Master, please stay.' ’

The nine cicadas were stunned: "What does the virtuous brother command?"

The gentleman held back his tears, and the light moon was quiet: '

If the sky is pitiful, you will die in your later life.

The dog has a bad fate and is born without parents. ’

The nine cicadas shook their clothes, and the sycamore outside the door withered: '

If there is a virtuous brother, the foolish brother is his father.

I will devote the rest of my life to farming and reading with him. ’

The gentleman snorted: 'Suffer from the late birth and bow down.' ’

The nine cicadas returned a salute, and there is no need to complain about pride.

Since then, he has worked hard and died in Tuogu.

A bow pays a lifetime, and a life is worth a bow.

Who is a true righteous person? Zazen in Gusu.

The gentleman is frank and unrestrained, and there is no place to hang up.

Heroic with liver and gall, regard death as a way home.

Fighting and independent, the long howl is like a wail: '

The outlaws are here, who can share half a gourd?'

Suddenly, I heard a man say: 'Kunlun is a horseman,

A swordsman in the Tianshan Mountains, don't be wrong when you come. ’

In the fluttering place, one person enters the moon cave.

With a knife on his waist, his sword eyebrows wiped his starry eyes.

The sword roars in the box, waiting for the opportunity to devour the Lord.

Faintly murderous, snarling bones.

The gentleman groaned slightly: 'Kunlun Xiao is in charge?'

Si Ren said: "It's Xiao someone." ’

There was a man standing on the wall, and his white shirt seemed to be dust-free.

The body is seven feet long, and the ancient sheath is a sword Chen.

This person slanted his eyebrows: "In the Xia Lu Sword Group." ’

The gentleman bent his waist slightly, and his hand was already covering the door: '

I have admired your name for a long time, and I have been sad until now. ’

Suddenly, a shadow floated, and the moon cave appeared.

The light step is too late, and the oblique approach is approaching.

The monk's robe is an old man, and the light work will be superb.

Coming and going is like electricity, and there is no footprint.

Such as a leisurely stroll, chic and not dusty.

The monk's robe is old, and the old man has a god.

Behind him was an object, and a rag wrapped around the blade of the sword.

The gentleman sighed: 'Idle steps are better than light clouds.'

Shaolin's mastery, who doesn't fall in love?'

The old monk was stunned, and the sycamore fell down: '

The poor monk knows tea, sweeping leaves in Shaolin.

If you talk about light work, who is the first person?

Thousands of miles of grass fly, return moon not drooping.

Let's ask the rivers and lakes, who is more Shejun?'

Hearing another person coming, his footsteps slowly shattered.

After a long time, the small courtyard wandered alone.

The caftan is a feather fan, and the people are scattered.

Elegant like a Confucian crown, Tsinghua is like a fairy.

Shake the fan and stand quietly, turn over and worship the nine cicadas: '

If you take the liberty of visiting, the master is not to blame. ’

The nine cicadas snorted coldly, brushing their sleeves and not saying anything.

The gentleman asked, 'Wudang Sunflower Fairy?'

This person bowed slightly, and walked in clothes.

Suddenly, he raised his fan, frowned and sighed: '

Jun is a pure and elegant person, why should he fall by himself.

Yi is like a demon, and he is worth paying his heart?"

The gentleman stands against the door, proud and inviolable:'

In the humble grass, who was born to ask?

Fuqin disciples are proud, and the caves are deep.

What is the basis of the world? I love my wife's heart.

If it's boring, who is a bosom friend?'

The sky is as clear as water, and the Lu Jian group is sad.

Fly down the wall, like an immortal descending.

Stepping in the atrium, the breeze blows the square scarf.

The bright moonlight of a courtyard, the curved sill around the roots.

There is no one to play chess, and the chess stone is falling leaves.

Lu Gong stood sideways, slanting his gaze at the Venerable Master: '

When your wife kills my wife, what do you think?'

Xiao Gong took a few steps, slightly frosty and cold.

Speechless, he led the knife alone, and his eyes were depressed and hateful.

The gentleman raised his head and sighed, his eyebrows lowered.

The autumn frost window paper is thin, and I am sad to see the candle shadow: '

The old times are over, and they are on the next shoulder.

My wife killed the king's wife, and I paid it back with my life. ’

Lu Gong flicked his sleeves and sneered at his ambition: '

The husband and son are seven feet, and they should wear Wu hooks alone.

The tiger is alone, and the eagle is contemptuous of the prince.

Galloping through the ancient battlefield, rampaging through 19 states.

Establish immortal merits and take the name of the ages.

Such a big husband can be heroic.

The situation has been established, and there is no work in the world.

turned out to be a woman, dazed and suicidal.

What you do is not worth it, and it is in vain for a man. ’

The gentleman looked sideways, and the lonely and stubborn man was like a peak: '

Preference for sons over daughters is not enough for males.

The foot has a great strategy, which is different from my ambition.

In the past three years, the dynasty is enviable.

Yu Emei show, the autumn moon leans on each other.

The cave dwells in the twilight, and the pine nuts fall silently.

Who said that Shu is quiet, and the road turns to rain and rain.

In March, the pear blossom rain, and the small courtyard was empty.

Waving to send people geese, the sunset is red.

Fuqin has to rest, who listens to the wind?

Now Your Excellency has come to hear the bell in the temple.

The paulownia leaves are scattered today, and they want to fill the old city.

Gusu autumn is early, and the three paths are not as good as sweeping.

I have an incognito name, why should you bother?'

Lu Gong's courtyard is in the courtyard, and the fallen leaves have fluttered: '

Ting Keqiu is shaking, and he is not old.

It is like a tree, and it is finally withered.

Ruan Ji is crazy, desperate but crying.

Xiang Yu is as domineering as he can, and he is also ancient.

Now that Your Excellency is trapped, the situation is the end of the road.

When the king of Qi letter, endure the humiliation of the crotch.

But as soon as he knelt down, Lu resigned immediately.

Since then, he has not asked about revenge, and his deceased wife has died in vain. ’

The gentleman frowned and gritted his teeth angrily: '

I am a man of seven feet, and I have gold under my knees.

Bow to heaven and parents, how can you kneel to others!'

Suddenly sighed, groaned.

Bow your head and pity the shadow, worrying about the Weaver Girl.

Flirting with his hands, he suddenly bent his knees.

Kneeling on the green steps, I felt the sorrow of the people: '

But ask the head of Lu, and now you can forgive people.

and there will be nothing to be said, and all commandments will be obeyed!'

When Lu Gong saw this, he regressed and was stunned.

Immediately look up to the sky and smile, and walk down the steps to the courtyard.

Looking down at the bent-kneeled man, he shouted like thunder: '

The deceased wife is deceased, what is the use of kneeling!'

He drew his sword and pointed it at his throat.

The sword light trembled, and the gentleman was still resolute.

Lu Gong's hand shook, and the sword had been slashed away.

Recruit flaws, and the skills are ugly.

The gentleman let it be, neither attack nor defend.

The sword light is cold, and the sword is broken.

The blood at the broken place is like a spring, and the green step is the pill.

The gentleman frowned deeply, and said with a bitter smile: '

I and Lu Zhangmen, the enmity has been broken.

If I lose my wife again, I will destroy the Heavenly Mountains. ’

The majestic husband should be shocked by the ancient times.

Recalling the past, Guan Gong was fierce, and he was carrying the game and scraping the bones.

The strong man also refused, and broke his wrist to ban snake venom.

But ask who is Yi, willing to pay with an arm?

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the house, and I really groaned in pain.

Lu Gong raised his sword and said: "The witch is at the end of the road.

Yang Wu righteous sword, so that Yi has nowhere to hide. ’

Jun got up with a long roar of rage.

Standing at the top of the long steps, he was as angry as the god of war.

The blood was still flowing from his shoulders, and his long hair was fluttering.

The old monk unraveled the sword in his hand, and the edge of the cloth was revealed.

The green sage was dull, and the bullet was buzzing.

The old monk walked quickly, not impatient or silent.

Move sideways or straight, swing your sword and point to the door.

The Russian sword has arrived, and the gentleman has slightly slanted his shoulders.

Raise your shoulders to avoid it, and you will not be in danger of being in the middle.

The sword wind sneered, and shook his shirt.

A gentleman also cherishes his life, and his life is in his prime.

In addition, his wife is like a flower, and he wants to be accompanied by him for a long time.

Who is not afraid of death and is afraid of being separated because of love?

There are only stars in the sky, gathering between the rivers and Hans.

The old monk moved slightly, and moved with his body.

Xu Jin was afraid of attacking, and drew a half circle with his sword.

The gentleman still stood quietly, guarding the front of the gate.

The side clothes only guard the door, what are the chances of winning if you don't attack?

The old monk retreated, his arms hanging and his eyes faint: '

If the layman doesn't make a move, why do you want to go to Huangquan?'

The gentleman said angrily: 'The high monk fights. ’

The old monk was full of sorrow, and he stroked his sword cautiously: '

My sword is extraordinary, and the layman should be self-pitying. ’

The horizontal sword made another move, and the shadows were scattered.

Wave your sword and point at your throat, not far from the square inch.

The sword trembled, like the spirit of a snake.

The sword light is dazzling, and it is like electricity.

From time to time, the sword roared, and the thunder shattered people's courage.

Its majesty is underestimated! The rats succumbed to it.

The gentleman does not move, block or dodge diagonally.

Xiao Xiao's sword is like rain, and the gloomy people don't go.

Defend the move and swing freely, and the hand is as skillful as a slippery fish.

The old monk danced wildly, and the long sword was sharp.

has attacked thirty moves, and there is no gap in the moves.

Xiao Gong roared and drew his sword in his hand.

Climb the stairs and go straight up, slashing in the wind.

The gentleman took off his clothes and retreated, and walked back to the door.

The lonely old monk's sword, the green qi contains Wu hook.

Absolutely Xiao Gong's knife, the wind is not old.

The king of the world, who is the hero?

The gentleman has not yet attacked, and his one arm is forked and horizontal.

Leaning on the door alone, the hook is pure.

has been on the defensive for a long time, and it is difficult to find a defeat.

Guarding it is unassailable, as if it is sealed and closed.

Sunflower groaned slightly, waving her fan and moving closer.

With a fan as a blade, he was the first person in ancient times.

Pointing to the moon in the sky, a stroke of its acupoints.

The gentleman was startled and waved his arm.

Bend your waist and avoid it, and you have begun to attack.

People move like rabbits, and they cry when they smell ghosts.

Waving his hand to fight the crane, bending his fingers to catch the snake.

Elegant, irrepressible, what is the meaning of the people.

When the breeze shrinks, the five fingers compete with the wind.

Raised or frustrated, gestures like stroking the harp.

When the thumb is hidden, the sky is dark and the Great Wall is damaged.

When the index finger is furious, the rain is sparse and the wind is tight.

When the middle finger is flying, the points are extremely precise.

When the little finger is slightly cocked, the sword is fiercely attacked.

Sometimes the meaning is vast, and the building is detached.

Sometimes the state is elegant, and the palace is repudiated.

It's okay to be free, and it's not so chic.

Between the five fingers, the spirits are hesitant.

Lu Gonghun was not timid, and pinched the sword trick in his left hand: '

Tonight's Qixi Festival, the night of the star's killing.

Lead the sword without dancing, and live up to the blood on the blade. ’

Flying up the green steps, raising the sword like an electric switch.

A move is not powerful, and the stab is directed at its threat.

The gentleman shook his robe angrily, raised his eyebrows and roared: '

The villain who has no faith will not be spared by his subordinates. ’

One hand slashed straight ahead, and the five fingers have become claws.

Angrily wielding, one-armed fighting four heroes.

A thousand slashes, a grasp of ten thousand concaves.

There is still strength left to open the monument, and there is still time to move the mountain.

One finger is a sword, and the sword has many changes.

Recruit the fairy and the ghost are jealous, and the posture is so sassy.

The hand points to the old monk's acupoint, and the finger is clamped with the Tianshan Pavilion.

The elbow hit Xiao Gong's waist, and the arm hit the feather fan.

The competition is dripping, and it is a big thing to wake up afterwards.

Pulling his arm back, he picked up the fan and paid his master: '

Late life is a last resort, and real people will forgive me. ’

The sunflower is scattered, pitching in the courtyard in addition to: '

Why laugh when you win, why cry when you lose.

Not for the common name of the bondage, the pine wind idle steps.

This fan is worth a few words, and it has been returned to me.

In this way, the breeze is not suitable. ’

The old monk was pointed, without the slightest anger: '

The layman is benevolent, and he is the king.

If you don't hurt people, how can a poor monk be like that.

After practicing swords for many years, he was impressed even if he was defeated. ’

The gentleman bowed his hand: 'Accept it with shame,

Helplessly, I asked the master to help.

Let's solve it for the king first, and I'm afraid there will be worries if it is delayed for a long time. ’

Bending his fingers to solve the acupoint, he has raised his hand.

But when I heard the house, I was really sad for a long time.

Midnight suddenly turned quiet, and the gentleman was stunned.

The monk's cave is still unsolved, looking back at the gesture condensation.

There was silence for a long time, and I heard the sound of a child's cry.

The gentleman was overjoyed, and smiled at Qingming.

The singing wants to be white, and the robe is light in the wind.

Suddenly felt dizzy and tired.

vomiting blood, he glared at Lu Jianqun: '

The sword quenched the blue calyx, how ruthless is the king's intestines!'

The words are too long, and I look back at the people in the house.

The sadness lingered, and I couldn't help but cry.

The boat avoids the end of the world, if one can accommodate it?

So far, there is no corner, where is Taoyuan Village?

Heaven will eventually meet, and the world will never part.

People are inherently dead, why is it in Tanabata?

The intestines are broken and swallow tears, and the window is like a world.

Standing and gradually disappearing, the lover is dead.

Although he is still dead, he is worthy of seven feet.

sighed that his life had been extinguished, and he had not seen his son.

Father's love is like a cliff, who has mercy for this pain?

The sunflower lightly untied her robe and shook a feather.

Undressed gentleman, but afraid of autumn night tide.

Although the gentleman is long, he still protects his wife and his child.

Death stands in front of the door, and stands in vain and does not fall.

The lips are stained with blue blood poison, which is terrifying.

Lu Gong pushed the corpse servant, and the open door had entered.

The horizontal sword is in front of him, and he is afraid to shoot cold arrows.

I saw a lamp in the cold house.

There is nothing else on the couch, only a baby child.

When I looked back suddenly, I couldn't help but exclaim.

Cold sweat penetrates the spine, like a ghost night tour.

The candles flickered, and the wind rattled.

A woman in a white robe hangs on a hanging sorghum. ”

The sword demon sighed and paced shallowly: "

The cold bell is sad in the middle of the night, and the cold moon swallows the sky.

Where to find it now? The old man has turned into an immortal.

The blue sky dissolves the moon and condenses into human blood.

Creation breaks people's intestines, and Tanabata becomes an eternal recipe.

The character of the ghost is sweet, and there is still a festival when he dies.

The soul of man is immortal, and he still hangs and sighs. ”

Aqiao chatted about the clothes, but the falling flowers couldn't be brushed:"

Lu Gong suddenly retreated, and the sword was a blow.

The place where the sword blade is cut is exactly the bed.

But if the gentleman goes, who will pity the orphan.

This baby is born and is about to die.

If you don't open your eyes, how can you return to reincarnation?

One person suddenly arrived, and raised his fan to stop the sword.

The fan method is natural, swinging horizontally or straight slashing.

Wielding a fan seems to have a edge, not inferior to the ancient sword.

It is Wudang Immortal, a long shirt and a fan.

Lu Gong shrank and pulled his sword to show his green light.

If it rains out of the river, it seems to be a cloud and lightning.

Suddenly, the edge slanted, and the sword of the road curved turned.

Attack nine moves in an instant, pointing to acupoints or hitting shoulders.

Sunflower looked solemn and avoided the shadow of the sword.

Pick up the fan one by one, and slowly bring fluttering rolls.

When it advances, it retreats, and the light clothes are abundant.

If the steps are like a result, dancing is better than a fairy.

Lu Gong suddenly roared angrily, shaking his sword and pointing at his wrist.

The eyes are murderous, and this move is boundless.

People are old because of their longevity, and their achievements are broken.

It's an old acquaintance, so why bother frying each other?

Sunflower slightly slanted eyebrows, and broke off a fan.

If you lift lightly, you will be able to condense the fan surface.

The long sword couldn't help it, and it trembled like a broken gut.

Lu Gonghu suffered a mouth injury, and his arms and wrists trembled: '

Weeding should be eradicated, and killing must be finished.

My sword slashes the wicked, why do the real people stop me?'

Sunflower flickered her sleeves and raised her eyebrows angrily: '

When this baby first lands, who knows good or treacherous?

killed young for no reason, and was not ashamed of his cheekiness.

My generation came here in the middle of the night to get rid of demons.

Who is evil or good with the devil?'

Lu Gong was speechless and pushed the door out of the temple.

Xiao Gong sighed, and then ran away.

In the deep house, the window hits the outdoor breeze.

In the middle of the night, the cold mountain temple is tired of the bell in autumn.

Overnight deciduous wounds, who wipes the frost.

The resentment in the house was deep, and he looked back at the south wall.

The old poems are ink, plump and ups and downs.

The title of the deceased is a poem, and he wants to break the intestines of future generations.

The night is like water, and the residual lights are still sleeping.

A song "Over Gusu", the author is unknown.

The poet wandered away, leaving only the wall to sentence.

There is no surprising word in the forty words: '

Staying in Hanshan Temple, dressed and chanting poetry.

The moonlight is as light as water, and the sound of pounding clothes is late.

Suddenly remembering the old people, there was not a word for ten years.

Scratch the head and loosen it, and the drift is already like this. ’

There have been ten years of separation, and seeing each other is like not seeing.

It's better to have Sauvignon Blanc, and be alone with the moon.

When has this thought been, and what is the group this month.

If there is a meeting day, forget it relatively early.

It's better to live and die together, and share the cold spring.

To biochemical butterflies, forever as companions.

If you don't live for ten years, it's better to die.

If we don't see each other for a day, it's like thousands of years apart.

When I met the bridge again, I cried and devastated.

Don't drink Meng Po soup, don't forget the fate of this life.

It is better to be poor than to be alone.

If you don't know the taste of broken intestines, how can you follow forever!"

Mu Weng raised his eyebrows and thought about the events of the past: "

If it's a baby, what's the place now?"

Achodai's eyebrows frowned, and her tears moistened her eyes: "

The nine cicadas hugged them and returned to the Deer Valley.

Since then, he has been orphaned and has been teaching hard for ten years.

Poor drooping hair, teacher sword and hard study.

Choreographed "Plum Crane", and danced under the sword and moon.

Night reading Taibai poems, Dan comments are like endowment.

The nine cicadas of the mountain gate monk are my master.

It is also commonly known as 'ashamed guest', ashamed of cowardice.

On the night of Qixi that year, the gentleman was in distress.

Those who come are as high as they are, and they will go down in the annals of history one by one.

The unsheathed sword shoots light, and the broken arm is splashed with blood.

My teacher was afraid of it, and he didn't dare to refuse.

I am ashamed of this before, and I spoke in vain.

It seems that Ye Gong is a good dragon, but Long Zhi is afraid. ”

Lu Ji looked at it, and there was a lonely crow in the sky: "

The descendants of the gentleman, could it be Your Excellency?"

Aqiao is alone in the shadow, and the flowers fall from the sky: "

Everyone in the world is drunk and sleeps, and the gentleman is awake alone.

Call him a 'gentleman', do you know his name?"

The three of them looked at each other sadly, shook their heads and murmured: "

In vain, he admires his Qinghua, and still does not know his surname.

The gentleman despises the world and never leaves his name. ”

Aqiao feels lonely, and the night will dawn: "

The gentleman is from Jiangdong, surnamed 'Ji' and named 'Miao'.

After the Qin saint Ji Kang, Xiu Yi won five willows.

It's a pity that the Ji family vein, once it is scattered, it will be rested.

"Guangling San", who knows the romance?"

All the heroes were stunned, and they scratched their heads with sorrow.

Alas, Ji Yu is dead, and the gentleman is gone.

Seeing the ancient style, who is worthy in the world?

The sword demon wanted to break his soul, and he was even more sad when he heard this:"

The tiger father has no dog son, and the gentleman has a successor.

I can meet tonight, and there is no hatred in this life.

After the people of the end of the world go, they are alone in the wine.

Since then, on the white stone, no one is worth the bottle. ”

Aqiao remembers his youth, and the past has lost his soul:"

From the age of eight, the concubine devoted herself to the teacher.

Learn the sword deer stay in the valley, and embroider the tree under the shade.

I have to go around Mei for more than ten springs.

Listening to the wet goose hut, I didn't feel the deep autumn rain.

The two little relatives are inseparable, and this intention is still there.

On September 8 of that year, the chrysanthemum Chongyang was approaching.

A guest came with a sword, and he called himself Lu Jianqun.

intends to kill Ji Lang to kill the root of the gentleman.

My division blocks the valley mouth, and the horizontal staff and the fight is ruthless.

After fighting for a hundred moves, I have seen that my martial arts skills are inferior.

The staff is exhausted, and the sword qi has been pointed.

My master pounced like a lion, regardless of the strength of the sword.

Swing the staff to smash or slash, and the move has been lost.

The decisive attack is fierce, and the defensive position is in great danger.

Why don't you spare your life when you fight to the death, and you don't want to go to the spring.

Lu Gongyi led and walked lightly.

Circling around it, flying nineteen times.

Waiting for the gap and slashing, the sword qi is cold.

My teacher wants the lamp to wither, and the blood vomiting staff is slow.

After a long time, he was seriously injured, and his steps were chaotic and he staggered.

Lu Gong walked slightly, and suddenly bent his sword.

The sword bent obliquely towards the throat, and the green mangs were like electricity.

Suddenly, something came to the ground, and the sword trembled.

The tiger's mouth was almost cracked, and Lu Gong retreated in a panic.

One person floated in, and his robe was not crowned.

The person who came was Ji Lang, who was a young man at the time.

coincided with the master's danger, and he played stone grains to help.

Flick with ingenuity, four or two dial a thousand pounds.

Lu Gong squinted his eyes and flew close with a sword.

The sword brushed the clothes cold, and the murderous aura was as thick as a cloud.

Ji Lang moved like a turtle, stretching seven inches slightly.

Brush his hand on his wrist and point to the 'Divine Gate'.

Lu Gong's acupoint was choked, and his true qi was damaged.

The green sword took off the hand pendant, and Ji Lang's sleeve was slightly introduced.

Draw the Hidden Blade into the hand, and swing like the wind.

The flat sword is straight out, and the palm is really breathing.

Lu Gong didn't have time to retreat, and the sword was already in place.

Qingguang turned his clothes, bent down and wanted to move.

The sword stopped and disappeared, and the blade went to the dangerous point.

The sword trembled like a snake's belly, and Ji Lang complained to him: '

I am a slave idiot, and a gentleman is my father.

Born on the night of Qixi Festival, now a poor Confucian.

My father died because of you, and Ji should kill you.

Yixue kills his father and shames, this is a matter of people's sons.

Human life is subject to heaven, and it is worth nothing.

Ji is a mortal, and he has no right to live and die.

After a long time of learning the piano, I understand my father's coquettishness.

Grievances and grievances, when is the time for retribution?

Though my father is dead, let the spirit imitate him.

Linfeng has a forgiving heart and lives up to the wonder of the piano. ’

Return the sword to brush his shirt and help the teacher into the valley.

Collecting medicine to heal the wound, but the pulse has been broken.

My teacher is finally limited, and his breath is in the middle of the night.

The bones are buried in Matsushitaoka, and the liver and intestines are broken.

If the bright moon is intentional, it will be damaged when it sees this.

If the flowing water is intentional, it chokes eighteen bends.

The frost is white like hanging filial piety, and the wind is like mourning.

I want to cry and cry, and the cold rain wets the grave.

Neighboring graves and living in poverty, keeping filial piety for half a year.

Once drifted away, the incognito was half a scoop mountain.

This mountain is gloomy, along the twilight cage well.

The east crosses with the breeze, and the west looks at the Qinyue Pass.

And he dwelt here as a companion, and he took an oath under the tree: '

Never leave or give up, become a pair forever. ’

There are wooden houses in Zhushen, and the moss is thick to talk about.

At dawn, Ji Lang went and looked for a place to sell firewood.

The lotus hoes the barren fields, and the paddles are ferried at night.

And I often embroider to change cloth.

Pick up the lamp and cut the shoe, and weave the hemp machine.

The meal is ripe and people are looking forward to returning, and the lamp is added to the furnace.

The weary of the night come, knocking on the door of the moon house.

Even if it is as poor as water, it also arouses the jealousy of immortals.

The farmers go against the wind, and the cold path is sparsely decided.

The quiet moon is cold and the ancient ferry is cold, and the rain does not return.

Fuqin breeze night, untie the sense of autumn color.

In the secluded fence of the dancing sword, the moonlight falls on the bamboo leaves.

The song "Flower Wound Song" was played, and the caregiver was haggard and damaged.

Bullet frightened night owl, waving clothes with high spirits.

Sacrifice the soul of the father with a sword, and dance under the moon.

'Umbrella red beans', this is the first trick.

'Reflection on the broken bridge', this is the second trick.

'Lonely mountain remnants of plum falling', this is the third trick.

'Jiaowei on confidant', this is the fourth trick.

'Tanabata Jade Chengjue', this is the fifth move.

'The end of the world wishes to go into exile', this is the sixth trick.

'Where is there no lovesickness', this is the seventh trick.

Seventy-seven and seventy-seven, when has this meaning been.

This is the 'Acacia Recipe', which is included in the sword pipe.

The creator is Ji Miao, and the trick is acacia.

The sword moves are sometimes, and the lovesickness has no end. ”

Mu Weng cage five fingers, raising his head is already stupid:"

Huanghuang acacia is originally due to this.

The sword of a gentleman is indeed beyond the reach of people. ”

Aqiao then said: "After practicing the lovesickness trick for a long time,

I admire the gentleman and remember people like the moon.

If a gentleman dies, who will be unjust.

Learn his last words, and he should take revenge.

At that time, Hanshan Temple, the four famous knights.

These are all murderers, and they will be punished one by one.

After Ji Lang became an artist, he went to Wudangque.

When the frost fell last year, I stepped on the Kunlun snow.

Go deep into the Zen temple at night, and cross the Tianshan Mountains in single clothes.

However, he is soft and soft, and he can't bear to offend when he sheaths out.

Without killing with bare hands, looking at the sword and sighing.

Ji Lang said to me: 'Oh sorry!

It is too difficult to take revenge, and it is difficult to go to the sky.

Wudang Sunflower Weng, humble and humble.

The bones of the road are as light as cranes, and the fairy wind is like a phoenix.

Admired each other and became friends, and talked for three days.

In the same boat Yangzhou City, boil wine and sleep in the snow.

Kunlun Xiao Fu is disgusted, and he can be a great sage in the world.

Thousands of pools of ink were swayed, and thousands of volumes of Jane were broken.

Talking about Confucius, Hongxue is the envy of others.

After cutting the candle for three watches, I didn't feel the cold of the night.

Two guests are acquaintances, how can they be slashed?

Shaolin monks, facing the wall only into the fixed.

If you are thin and have done nothing, why bother with your life?

Tianshan Lu Jianqun is not extremely evil.

has been famous for many years, and it is unbearable to kill it. ’

Yu Lang is kind-hearted, and the concubine is sad and sour.

Selfish desires go alone, and the rivers and lakes are alone.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival on this year's night, the forest is low and the jade toad is hanging.

Begonias are weak in this, and their clothes are covered with frost and cold.

And I said, 'Year after year.'

The concubine was shocking to Jinghua, and she was ashamed of her secluded life.

There is no overnight millet in the scoop, and the window is broken in winter.

With a hairpin, he envied the hairpin.

He is tired of being poor and has no money to sell.

Don't eat the smell of fireworks, sleeves only piano and sword.

The concubine is tired of thin plums, and she wants to fly alone.

Go to Yangzhou and enter Zhumen in spring.

Qiong brewed glass pot, delicacies white jade plate.

Pitch pot moon corridor, fold cinnamon jade hook bar.

The slanted bottle is afraid that the night is short, so why bother to test alone?'

The words were waved, and tears trembled on the back.

If you want to hurt others, you will hurt your own intestines first.

Leaving the king is the end of the world, and I am afraid that the moon will be full again.

Crying and flying while the rain is flying, who knows the concubine's heart?"

The sword demon groaned sadly, and his feelings were also sad: "

I am a man, and I am depressed.

The old clothes are self-sewn, and no one asks about hunger.

Wet thousands of miles, the sea drunk into the bottle.

Fighting the sword and walking alone, lonely as a lonely day.

Although Brother Ji is deceased, he is still three points better than me.

Earn all the tears of the Iraqi people, and die without hatred.

I am alone, and my reputation has frosted sideburns.

Where did the Ming Dynasty go? ”

Strive to roar steeply and squint, slanting at the people of the world.

Raise your sword and mess up, stomp your feet and groan:"

I want to get away with it, and there is no return date under the moon.

Shaking the bottle through the cave, the sound of oars is cold in autumn.

Drink alone without accompaniment, proud of the shallow sandbank.

In today's clear howl, this night people have no sleep. ”

Aqiao was unheard, and forgot what he said.

The light smoke cage is sleeved, and seven or eight pieces of flowers are falling.

Walking does not produce dust, this should not be the world.

After a long silence, he sighed softly: "

Flowers say goodbye, and insects chirp into the autumn festival.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are showing, and a bright moon is clean.

The bright moon is as big as a plate, and the jade shines on Songshan.

Mountain and half Shaolin Temple, bell eighteen courtyards.

Martial arts bull ears, famous temple history.

The Beidou of Zen Buddhism, the Taishan of martial arts.

Where to find tea? Dharma Academy in the temple.

Meditate on the north wall and meditate year after year.

August 25, the moon black mountain road.

The Sanskrit sound gradually fell silent, and the night went over the wall.

In a hall in the corner of the corner, the tea is unique.

The autumn night of falling leaves is cool, and the green light is an old monk.

I approached with a light step, and stood upright: '

The little girl Ji Qiao's family came to the master at night. ’

The old monk looked back in surprise and folded his fingers for a long time: '

Who is the benefactor, and why is this night?'

The night breeze was as cool as water, and I replied indifferently: '

Nineteen years ago, Tanabata Hanshan Temple. ’

The old monk was stunned, got up and looked at it: '

Who is the lord of favor and resentment, the matter is determined by heaven.

There is no need to remember, and hatred is also fate.

For this matter, Lao Gu has been suffering for 19 years.

On the eve of the event, I realized that I forgot the past grievances. ’

I laughed angrily: 'Master He Yao.

I don't hear the sorrow of the world, and the cooking is dusk.

Although the monk does not think about hatred, Aqiao has a small belly.

How sinful is a gentleman?

Die Jiangnan hate, kill revenge to Aqiao.

Blood will be splashed this night, why not be afraid of the first temple!'

With one side of his hand, the long sword was unsheathed.

Qingguang spits and wants to fly, pointing obliquely at the back of Dharma.

The old monk smiled bitterly: "Donor, please try it." ’

Put your hands together again, and think for a long time.

The breeze and candlelight swayed, and the monk's robe rolled up a corner.

The man's shoes suddenly stepped diagonally, raising his hands to attack strange moves.

The gestures are extremely erratic, and the magic should be conceited.

The five fingers suddenly became grasping, and suddenly entered three steps.

Floating on my body, I didn't have time to draw the sword.

Stand up as a blade and cut off its path horizontally.

This move is a false move, and I want to block it first.

Unexpectedly, with a palm flick, he slashed the wrist vein.

The monk couldn't shake it off, and his hands hurt and his body was stunned.

The claws tremble like a crane, and the steps fall like a tiger's creeping.

Why did you become a famous monk and can't help but flick your hands?

Suspicion of its treachery, to lure people to lose.

Therefore, he made a move at a glance and took the opportunity to draw the sword.

The evil dragon broke through the clouds and black, and the sword qi entered the throat.

I asked Zhicha and said, 'The master is famous,

If so, why?'

The old monk was full of sorrow, and sighed: '

All thanks to the gentleman, the internal strength is dissipated.

Yedan's 'atrium' is painful, and it has been suffering for 19 years.

Grace or hatred in the world is difficult to distinguish from ancient times.

Only by releasing revenge and being ungrateful can you refer to the scriptures.

The poor monk has been relieved, thinking that there is no resentment.

If you want to cross the world, you can abandon your past suspicions. ’

I raised my eyebrows and asked, 'Why do you say that?'

The old monk recalled the past years, and his sad face was indifferent: '

Gusu Hanshan Temple, 19 years ago.

Lao Qu and Wudang, Kunlun and Tianshan.

The four of them sharpened their palms together, and each had strong skills.

besieged Mei Hezi and defeated them one by one.

The gentleman waved his finger and sealed my Ren pulse.

The air is blocked in the 'atrium acupoint', and it is difficult to flow inside.

The true qi sink 'dovetail', and the 'divine convulsion' passes through the 'sea of qi'.

Flowing to the 'atrium', the air is suffocated.

The gentleman has a broad heart and wants to solve my acupoint.

The acupuncture veins are still unsolved, and the world is eternal.

In such a world, who can solve the acupuncture?

Visiting masters in the mountains, and seeking hermits in Panasonic.

After trying, they all shake their heads, and this acupoint is difficult to solve.

The gentleman fingers the law, and the difference is from a hundred schools.

Since then, he has been robbed and sealed for 19 years.

Hiding the intestines is like purgatory, and true qi is in the way.

The 'atrium' is painful, and the internal injuries make people mourn.

If the chronic illness does not heal, it seems that it is difficult to resist the stubborn disease.

Once it was a great enlightenment, it was self-dispersing internal strength.

Repair for decades, waste overnight.

Since then, he has become a mortal, and he has no power to tie his hands.

There is nothing left of the true qi, and the wounds are healed. ’

Raising his head to look out the window, he opened his mouth and chanted: '

Life and death are all dreams, and waking up from dreams is innocent.

The same is true of love and hate, but there is no problem. ’

Hearing this, I was already worried, and I remembered it for a long time.