The tassel is really smoked, and he hurriedly ran out of the temple, and the fresh air hit in an instant, and the loss was like a resurrection of full blood, greedily absorbing the surrounding air.

Although the tassel can hold your breath for several hours without breathing, you can also experience the fun of it.

I only heard a few coughs from the temple, and Feng Junlin rushed out of it with a disgraced face.

How funny is that, how funny......

Feng Junlin and Tassel admired the smoke in the mountains, what kind of scenery was the smoke?

On the majestic cloud peak, the cliffs shine in a flash; In the blink of an eye, the clouds and fog of the mountains and forests at the foot of the mountains are dissipated, and the mountains are full of greenery, reflecting the ancient buildings with exquisite carved eaves.

After a while, the fog enveloped us, and we groped in the fog. Looking back, the fog had not yet dissipated, the mountains were green, reckless and green, and the mist seemed to cover them with a thin veil, like the white snow. It's true: no mountains and no clouds, no clouds and no mountains. This time, although we did not see the sunrise, we appreciated the magnificence and changeability of the white cloud mountain and sea of fog, which made us sigh at the heart of this nature.

The fog has such magical power, it is colorful and unpredictable, it is it that adds infinite charm to these mountains; Nearby, the grass is green, the green forest is like the sea, and the cangdai is dignified.

Thin clouds and mist shrouded the mountain peaks.

The mountains on rainy days after autumn are shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

The fog swims in the mountains, like a painter splashing ink, turning the original mountains into scenery and making a picture of Danqing.

The green mountains are faintly in the middle stream, where are the caves and clouds?

The fog of the Cloud Mountains is the fog of life. The beautiful morning mist is like the daughter of the mountain, kissing her mother's cheek. As if she had been cared for by her mother, she returned the flowing beauty to the tourists. When you indulge in her charm, a red sun rises unconsciously. At this moment, the sun seems to be like a big apple with yellow and red, showing people a more wonderful charm.

The sky suddenly became a clear mountain curtain, and the clouds still contained a stone cloth.

The fog of the Cloud Mountain is a warm fog. She seems to be a huge freehand painting, hanging down from the sky, making the bamboo sea seem to disappear, and the spring water seems to flow like condensation. She does not belong to the dense fog of "fog locking mountains and mountains locking fog", which makes people breathless, nor is it a sparse and boring mist. Her beauty lies in her looming, giving people a sense of mystery; Her beauty lies in her tranquility and elegance, giving people a fresh and natural feeling; The beauty of her lies in her whiteness and kindness, giving people a warm feeling.

In the distance, strange mountains stand tall, mountains are continuous, verdant and steep, clouds cover the mist.

When it rains, soot rises and falls on the chimney like a heavy dark cloud, hanging high on the roof, or falling to the ground and scurrying around, not knowing where to hide.

I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain.

Fog is undoubtedly the most temperamental in our hearts, because it liberates our minds and makes them happy. Before the sun stretches its waist, the fog has enveloped the whole land—the temples, the mountains, the fields, and we have all become the stuff of the fog. It's so elusive that anyone who comes into contact with it wonders and yearns for it, and that's where the fog attracts tassels.

The clouds that shrouded the top of the mountain were like white velvet hats worn on the top of the mountain.

Tassel Abundance Landing is attracted by the misty peaks of the mountain, and is deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate itself.

The sea of clouds is surging, dyed with brilliant colors by the morning light. The peaks of the Five Finger Mountains are dressed up in a particularly beautiful way.

The distant mountains loom in the clouds, like a mischievous child playing hide and seek with you.

Yunwu Mountain is surrounded by water on all sides, the lonely peak stands upright, the clouds and mist are shrouded, the trees on the mountain are luxuriant, the green bamboo is in the shade, the mountain wall is steep, and the river is surging.

When I got up in the morning, as soon as I went out, there was a white expanse, no matter the sky, no matter the ground, as if several layers of veils had been pulled. It is fluttering, delicate and greasy gently blowing the water, wood, grass, houses, people, floating around, like a fairyland, like a labyrinth, confusing. Everything is wrapped in white mist.

The fog gradually melted and faded. At the foot of the mountain, a breeze drifted faintly, and the fog veil was rolled up, revealing a clear blue sky, which was dazzlingly blue. Everything was wiped clean by the morning mist, how refreshing the air was.

Above the distant nine heavens, five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion. The corridor waist is back, and the eaves teeth are high pecked. Each hugs the terrain and fights with each other. Coiling, Yan, beehive water vortex, I don't know how tens of millions of falls. The long bridge lies on the waves, the clouds are not cloudy, the dragon is empty, the road is empty, the high and low are confused, and the west and the east are not known. The song platform is warm and warm, and the spring is melting. The dance hall is cold-sleeved, and the wind and rain are miserable. Within a day, between the houses, and the climate is uneven.

The heart of one person is the heart of tens of thousands of people. Qin loves luxury, and people also miss his home. However, how can we take all the baht and use it like mud and sand! so that the pillars of the negative building are more than the farmers of the southern acre. There are more rafters than workers on the plane. The phosphorus of the nail head is more than the millet in Yu. The tile seams are uneven, more than the silk wisps around the body. The straight bar and horizontal sill, more than the city of the nine soils. The orchestra is dumb and hoarse, more than the words of the city. so that the people of the world dare not speak but dare to be angry. The heart of a single husband is becoming more and more arrogant. The pawn called, Hangu Ju. The Chu people burned, pitiful scorched earth. -----

Above the heavenly court, the clouds and mist are swirling, giving people an illusory feeling.Gradually, the hazy fog recedes, and several hundred-zhang giant pillars stand majestically.The pillars are engraved with golden coiling dragon patterns, just like living creatures are about to move, coiling upwards on the pillars.As if they will rush out to the sky at any time and howl.At the end of dozens of pillars, there is a looming giant hall.Looking closely, the golden light of the giant hall flows, exuding golden light in the clouds and mist.No matter who it is, in front of the giant hall, there is a kind of kneeling on the ground and worshipping the general impulse!

Qionglou Yuyu, Guidian Lan Palace, Jade Lou Golden Pavilion, magnificent, splendid.

In the splendid hall, two majestic voices were faintly heard talking.

Does the Heavenly Monarch want to let Lin'er dominate this turmoil?" said a white-haired old man. Crane's feather-like snow-white hair and child-like ruddy complexion.

He has been degraded, although he was personally degraded by your father, even if he was in his prime, it was difficult for him to take on such a big responsibility.

Lin'er can't do it, but the one next to him can definitely do it. Dressed in a bright "emperor's new clothes", with a pair of extremely proud slanted eyes, I don't know if I was deceived, or if I am rich in innate wisdom.

In my truth, I can't even deduce his background, strength, and fate, but I know that he is the variable in this turmoil in the Three Realms.

Whether I can do it or not depends on him.

Can't even solve the strength of the Heavenly Monarch, the ghost clan?

Although I can't solve the ghost race, it's okay to let them hit it for tens of thousands of years, and there are demons, and there are various races that are not as strong as the ghost race, but ......... Strong strength can't stand up to a lot of people.

Although I am strong, I am not enough to seal them all, the only variable is in this tassel.

Send two priests to keep an eye on them and give them some help if necessary.

The tassel that is far away in the human world does not know that it has been targeted at this time.

In fact, there are so many immortals who look ugly, because each immortal has their own appearance, and they all have a different external image. First of all, everyone's appearance has their own characteristics, and their aesthetics are also different, and some gods don't care about their own aesthetics.

Especially those ghosts, they usually change their dough every few days, and female ghosts are generally very careful about their dough, and they usually do some maintenance.