"How old is Xiao Mo now?" Mo Liunian asked.

Banxian Yi said: "This horse was caught by my ancestor, and he said that it should be more than 100 years old." When Banxian Yi said this, he turned his head and glanced at the little Banxian not far away, and whispered: "My ancestor is the most eccentric, and all good things are left to my eldest brother." ”

At the beginning, the demi-immortal didn't know where this little demi-immortal came from, and suddenly a person joined the demi-immortal family, and the ancestor firmly believed that the little demi-immortal must have immortal bones and talents.

When I went to the little half-immortal, I was appreciated by the half-immortal family, but the half-immortal didn't see any amazing talent from the little half-immortal, if he had immortal bones, he would definitely not be as uncompetitive as his cousin.

When the little half-immortal left, although the half-immortal was still young, the little half-immortal robbed the half-immortal of the resources that he originally deserved, and the half-immortal coveted the talismans, pills, and magic weapons in those families, but now they are all regarded as the things in the bag of the little half-immortal, and he is also very angry when he loves to take it and dismantle it if he loves to dismantle it.

Mo Liunian said: "Are there very few Kunlun Heavenly Horses like Xiao Fang?"

Banxian Yi said: "There are only two Kunlun Heavenly Horses in our sixteen sects, and you can say that it is less. ”

Xiao Banxian had long seen Ban Xian Yi and Mo Liunian muttering, and also knew that Ban Xian Yi had always wanted Xiao Mo very much, and Xiao Ban Xian also proposed to give Xiao Mo to Half Xianyi, but was vetoed by his ancestor, saying that it was his things and how could they be given to others.

When Mo Liunian sighed, he looked around, and as soon as Banxianyi's words fell, Mo Liunian's gaze happened to fall on Xiao Banxian.

The breeze in the feng shui pavilion was slow, and he saw the little half-immortal standing opposite each other, his white clothes fluttering, and his hair rising slightly, which made Mo Liunian look fascinated and stood motionless.

Mo Liunian's eyebrows are shallow, frowning slightly, both of them are thoughtful and thoughtless.

Eyes gathered on Qingbo, looking forward to Mangu, and suddenly felt that affection was ruthless.

People say that they are well-nourished, and the red face is permanent and forgets the years, and the youth is forever.

From afar, it looks like twenty people...... But because there is no road on the Queqiao Bridge and the Red Mansion is separated from the rain, they have to spend the days of the blue sea and blue sky with each other.

At the same time, the little half-immortals who were standing opposite each other had a streamer in their eyes, and at this moment, the little half-fairy glanced at the jujube trees in the courtyard and laughed.

I have never seen such a good-looking face, so perfect that it does not look like all in the world, with clear contours, slightly wrinkled eyebrows, a pair of phoenix eyes in a beautiful shape, looking at her gently, among which there are countless colors of compassion, he bent his knees slightly, half-squatted on her side, making a gesture to help her, the snow-white robe dragged on the ground, the long black drape hung down, almost reaching the waist, really like a god who saved all beings in the nine heavens.

Seeing the mountain ghost attacking, a gust of wind blew on the back, blowing green silk dancing wildly, brushing his face, his clothes fluttering messily, and his face slightly sideways, he saw a tall man standing aside.

The lines of the man's side face are natural and soft, without half of the anger, his expression is slightly smiling, he is calm and graceful, and the corners of his lips are slightly pursed and the corners of his lips are raised with a demonic arc, slightly seducting the soul.

It seems that with just a slight increase of hand, the world can be cut off.

I wanted to get up and leave the red dust, but the shadow fell into the world. Qianwang waited to turn around and smile, only complaining about the person in the fairy girl's painting.

There is temptation in the red dust, but time is flickering on the side, never said everything in the red dust, and never said the cold of wind and rain.

I kept leaving it, and I never answered the questions in my heart.

It can only be the way you go, hesitating, persistent, but you can't get any promises.

In this hazy moonlight, Yan Shan's thoughts became clearer and clearer, but the red dust outside her body lingered in her heart.

The world is full of red dust, like a breeze blowing me in plain clothes. Who I will meet in this mortal world, no one can predict, and carved a long-cherished wish on the three-life stone, just to know that the footsteps of my thousand-year-old pursuit have fallen into your mortal world at the moment of meeting.

She has never been a good fairy with great love, she has no divine wisdom, and she has no avenue. She can't break through this red dust, and these infatuations linger.

For her, the so-called letting go, the so-called letting go, the so-called breaking. It can only be like this, clean, whether it is right or wrong, cause and effect, forget the antecedents.

Three thousand prosperous eastward flowing waters, a dream of Chang'an will eventually turn into ashes.

People in the world always attribute all kinds of calamities, all kinds of ups and downs, all to cause and effect, to reincarnation, the three thousand red dust are troubled, and the dust is gone, as if the calamity of this life is the cause planted in the previous life, and the mystery of it, only if you understand the Zen meaning, the compassionate Buddha will find a calm and calm dust edge.

Out of Wang's house, she stopped, looked back behind her, her heart was painful, and she was a little relieved.

Just like the description in the cultivation of immortals, the immortals went down to the end of the tribulation, but they couldn't let go of the people who were worried about the red dust, on the one hand, they were melancholy, unfinished, and on the other hand, they were like waking up from a big dream, because they broke free from the shackles of the red dust and jumped out of the vortex and rejoiced, all kinds of tastes, difficult to describe.

Silence is silent, sorrow is a dream.

Bury all the unawakened, wake up and think about death to no avail. In the prosperous world, life and death are boundless, and there is no one to think about.

Hongchen is self-explanatory, but Hongchen has many dreams.

Since ancient times, it has been a long and a red, and love is to read you a hundred charming and red. I love you alone!

The Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in the past life is exchanged for passing by in this life.

Since the Buddha has already decided that the encounter between you and me in this life is just passing by, then I will miss this life, so let the soul shuttle through the depths of time, let love drift between all the vicissitudes of the world, and let the heart sleep peacefully in the marriage of the past and the future, drunk for a thousand years......

At dusk, you stand on the city wall of Luoyang, your long hair is flying, your clothes are dancing lightly, and the sunset is shining on your face.

But, Lingxi, do you know? I have also been staring at the city stupidly, and I have been looking forward to it for a thousand years!?

Why is it that your heart, like your oath, is the snow of Kunlun Mountain, even if it is another 3,000 years, it will be difficult to melt?

Mirror flowers, moon in the water. Breeze, bamboo shadow. Who turned around a thousand times here, gloomy and sad, and sighed softly.

That heart, imprisoned in the passing years, when will it be unsealed.

"Who is no less in life, and the flowing water in front of the door can still be west."

But I am miserable to believe that the weak water that comes from the west is not the passing wave that goes from the east.

Otherwise.

I am willing to turn into a stone slab full of arrows at once and wait by the stream for the day in 10,000 years.

It's a pity that the dream is too beautiful, like a brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky, which is stunning in an instant, and then shattered.

The reincarnation of all things cannot be changed by manpower, and the only thing we can do is to stumble and bump, walk and stop on this dangerous road.

Let the past be like smoke and dreams, and there will be no trace, let yourself rush to the wind and rain, lonely life, let the wind and moon roll in the red dust, the vicissitudes of the sea, let the emotional cliff rein in the horse, and be at ease with fate!

Jincheng Shengge, has changed into a green shirt and the sun, the falling flowers are flying, and the remaining tenderness is still looking at and reminiscing. After winter, there is still waiting for you to turn around and look back. The ups and downs of the lights on the other side, shrouded in earthly smoke and dust, as the autumn fades away, and you can't wait for the reincarnation of fate.

She knew very well that there were still countless stormy waves ahead of her. As his wife, she can only know him, understand him, and help him.

He has his predetermined direction, she is either a bright cloud beside him, or a long projection behind him, and the years are like water, when he grows old, will he still want to take her with him?

The incense gradually spreads, but it makes the whole person fierce from head to toe, and the soul is cool and sober.

The love, sorrow and joy in the red dust instantly became a void phantom, looking back at each other, as if a hundred years had passed.

Mo Liunian saw the little half-immortal sitting in his gaze very far away, and at this moment, he seemed to be surrounded by a deep loneliness.

Why do you have a veil of night in the early morning, so that I can't see your face clearly, the swaying steps stop for no reason, looking at your distant figure, I can't touch it, my retention is no longer feasible.

I knew you were going to be gone, but I don't know when, the freeze frame of the morning and twilight, fast or slow, only the eyes that looked at you remained.

At the last moment, the world was upside down, the rocks were like rain, and in an instant, he rushed in and grabbed her waist, such a chaotic situation, such a critical moment, she didn't remember anything at the time, but at this moment it seemed to be clearly seen, he looked down and glanced at her.

So deep, as deep as the abyss of falling snow, his face bowing down to her was like jade and snow, still like a smile and a smile like a flower's romantic lips, all kinds of hatred and resentment in the past were solidified into three inches of light at this moment, an inch of heaven, an inch of hell, she was in the middle.

At this time, the sky opened late, and there was a thick fog behind me, and when I reached the mountainside, I couldn't figure out where the village was when I turned around.

It seems that this fog is locked to the naked eye, deliberately blinding the dependence on the mortal world, asking people to rely on nothing to rely on, and to restore the chaos of the seven tricks, so that the beauty can be brought to the eyes.

Refreshing and elegant, like the fairy wind in the sky coming to the mortal world, Mo Liunian who was present felt that this scene seemed to be hazy like a bit of fairyland, like a dream, and the reverie continued.

That was the first time he had touched the oppressive secret realm of this world, Cheng Qian didn't know how Yan Zhengming felt at that time, but he heard a vague voice.

At this time, the sunset sank to the other side of Fuyao Mountain, and the mountain full of aura was filled with some kind of echo of wanting to speak, and countless people gathered countless voices.

Cheng Qian suddenly had a strange feeling, as if that moment was whispering between the distant past and the vague future, and he desperately wanted to hear it, but those words were like quicksand in the years, leaving him behind lightly.

Ning Bu withdrew his gaze after inspecting the surroundings, and fell on the graceful figure, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up an unknown smile.

She always said that he must have lost a nerve when he was born, so he didn't have the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of ordinary people.

In fact, as long as it is a human being, how can it really be free from the seven emotions and six desires, it's just that some people can't control it, some people live under control, and they never let others see it.

In an instant, Mo Liunian couldn't tell whether she was in the sky or underground, she only felt that she was like an immortal, coming and hurrying away, if you say the posture of the heavenly demon, it is nothing more than that.

The next morning, he officially set off, and before leaving, Mo Liunian came to the mansion and gave a trust to Zhou Yuxuan, the letter was to Wu Biao, Wu Biao was good to her, and this can be regarded as an explanation of this fate.

Half Xianyi begged Xiao Banxian to let Xiao Mo ride, Xiao Banxian was noncommittal, Half Xianyi immediately turned over on the horse, but before he could sit down, Xiao Mo turned it down, Half Xianyi did not believe in evil, tried twice in a row, and was dismounted by Xiao Mo, Half Xianyi said with a frustrated face: "Forget it, return it to you." ”

Xiao Banxian touched Xiao Fang's mane: "Xiao Mo has a strong temper. ”

Half Xianyi pursed his lips and stepped aside, Mo Liunian felt flattered, it seems that there has been no place in vain in the past three years.

Mo Liunian and Banxian Yao rode in a carriage, and four men rode horses, galloping all the way to Yangzhou along the official road.

These days, although Mo Liunian lives in the same room with Xiao Banxian, they are busy on weekdays, and they don't go to sleep at night, the two talk very little, and now they are crowded in a carriage, and both of them are a little embarrassed.

Learn to reverse, the plot doesn't follow the usual path ||Xuanpai literary community chat record sharing

Original: Xuanpai Xuanpai Today

Today, I would like to share with you the group chat records about "reversal" from the WeChat group of "Xuanpai Literature Society".

Xiaomei thought it was a very valuable discussion, so she sorted them out and shared them with everyone.

I hope I can help you a little.

Salmon:

Xie Weipei:

The reversal is good to use, and the plot can be plumped up. Have you seen Nezha, and I feel very good about its script, and everything is foreshadowed

God Pocket:

My understanding of reversal is to change the direction of the inertial plot. It's like a ball hanging from a car, and the car suddenly stops, and the reader only knows that the ball will run forward. But they don't know that in fact the author's hand has exerted a force on it, which has already caused it to run towards the right front.

Yunzhong:

Unexpected and reasonable

The point of the reversal is to foreshadowing and ambushing the pen

Thoughtless and silent:

Unusual events in common episodes

God Pocket:

In fact, in real life, there are often reversals, all kinds of techniques for manipulating public opinion, and the people who write Weibo only publish part of the information, and then direct public opinion to where they want. In the end, another group of people exposed some other information, and then the whole story was reversed, and the righteous indignation of the melon-eating masses finally slapped themselves in the face.

Yunzhong:

The foreshadowing is to make the reader think that this matter will develop in the direction of A, and the ambush is to make the reader suddenly realize after the reversal, Oh, it turns out that there have been signs of it earlier

God Pocket:

Enemies

Yunzhong:

Pre-event: Old man Wei and the protagonist met, was instructed by the protagonist, shocked the protagonist as a celestial, admired the protagonist and threw himself to the ground, and almost knelt down.

God Pocket:

Isn't Huawei's thing also a reversal, Huawei was sanctioned by the United States, but the sanctions did not hurt the muscles and bones, but *** mentioned Huawei all day long, and gave it good publicity, and the result was that Huawei's trade did not decrease but increased.

Yunzhong:

Incident: In the bar, Xiao Tianhao had a conflict with the protagonist and was beaten by the protagonist, Xiao Tianhao was not convinced, and reported the name of the boss Wei Old Man. Everyone was shocked, not optimistic about the protagonist, a round of mouth cannons, the protagonist is unknown, ready to fight. (Readers don't know that Xiao Tianhao's boss is Old Man Wei, and this person's identity is extremely mysterious)

Reversal: After Old Man Wei came over, he was extremely arrogant, but when he saw that he was the protagonist, he immediately knelt down and slapped Xiao Tianhao a few times

Everyone kneels to the protagonist. (Real people do not show up)

God Pocket:

Suppression + Burst Structure?

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