A woman's misfortune lies in always believing that a person who is full of sweet words may not be a good person, but a great sage who is benevolent, righteous and moral all day long must be her lifelong enemy.

They don't show hatred for this kind of person, but they often come uninvited, tell you how much they love you, and end up killing your whole family.

The rivers and lakes describe the hypocrisy of people, but the rivers and lakes of the men's world, in the women's place, can be seen through at a glance.

Bury the true benevolence and righteousness, and laugh at the changes in the rivers and lakes.

The truth of the rivers and lakes is full of fun because it is difficult to distinguish between them, and it has become a joke after dinner.

Men are originally dogs, and men who are dogs are even more ridiculous.

The conflict between Yang and Liu is deep enough, and Liu Lulan almost wants to return to Puti Courtyard and let go of everything at home, so that she can be more comfortable.

She frowned every day, looking like a beautiful woman, no matter what Yang Hanting thought, she felt that she was self-inflicted.

Yang Hanting was immersed in the thoughts of the ink cicada every day, and he washed his face and felt refreshed.

I don't know how much Liu Lulan's attitude has changed now, he thought to himself, anyway, you are the goal I pursue, and I won't give up for any reason.

That's enough.

Zuo Pingzhi only had the part of making jokes, and when he came to Liu Lulan's room, he hesitated for a moment, listened to the movement inside, was he crying? There was a sound of sobbing? Could it be that he had tortured her so badly? He felt unbelievable.

He couldn't think of it, so he knocked on the door weakly, but Liu Lulan still felt it.

The door didn't open, and there was no sound inside, Yang Hanting thought that she was fine, stayed for a while, and left quietly, and then, Liu Lulan walked to the door, wanting to see him again, but also gave up this idea.

The ongoing stalemate does not seem to be getting better and has no positive effect.

On this day, in the back garden, because it was spring, it was full of flowers, there were peonies, there were small unknown flowers, and the garden was full of life.

Liu Lulan knew that he was deliberately avoiding himself because he didn't come, since you are ruthless, naturally I am also unrighteous, the contradiction deepened, but Liu Lulan got better, as if she had recovered from a long illness.

Whether it's a goal or not, it doesn't matter anymore.

Yang Hanting smiled at this time, but Zuo Pingzhi came here, let him see it, such a crazy idea, he didn't know himself, thinking of Liu Lulan, he became serious, and felt that he had to be very careful.

It's not a way to live here for a long time, anyway, Liu Lulan has to go back to Bodhi Temple, so it's better to take advantage of this time to go to Shushan, because the Shushan Conference is about to start.

Liu Lulan didn't even think that he was leaving, could he see through something?

A piercing sensation came from behind, and she couldn't help but smile if she could follow him.

Liu Mansion was empty all of a sudden, calm like a lake, Liu Lao was distressed for a while, looking forward to his daughter coming back as soon as possible, he was blindly disappointed, desperate.

He sat in the lobby and said to his subordinates: "This is not an injustice or anything, it must be that Lulan owed him in his previous life, and he came back in this life, and when he comes again in the future, I will come as a dog, prepare a stick, and beat him to the head of the mouse." ”

The next person laughed.

Liu Lulan just picked up her luggage, but she didn't expect Yang Hanting to also walk to the lobby and look at her, very embarrassed.

Yang Hanting walked out of the gate without saying anything, and he didn't care what Liu Lulan's mood was?

Qingshanmen is not much away from Shushan, but this journey is as long as thousands of miles away, he walks day and night, although tired, but also feels worthwhile, how much reluctance and long nights, he is in the thoughts, all the reasons are Xining, Qinge.

The head grows bigger unconsciously.

It is not popular, and the road is at the end of the road.

Ten years ago, because of stealing the Blood Devouring Lotus that attacked Ning, he still can't get out, and he lives in fear every day, and what's more, he feels that there is no one in the world who is not targeting him, this feeling makes him go crazy, but this world is ridiculous to such an extent, and he really hates the sea.

This sea has always been magnificent and endless, but the world thinks that he is like a drop of water.

It is not popular, and the road is at the end of the road.

Although the Blood Devouring Lotus is precious, but the human heart is even more precious, who would have thought about Yang Hanting's mood, even if Xi Ning is above 10,000 people, why doesn't he have a little kindness in the heart?

It's just that even if he is wrong in a thousand ways, he should also get the sympathy of the world at the end of the song of the Qin Pavilion, and he also thought of this, he can boldly walk into Shushan, participate in the meeting, and will be the existence of the protagonist.

Mo Cicada cleaned the room in Luoxia Peak, she saw a lark today, singing under her eaves for a morning, always feeling that something was going to happen, she cleaned carefully, a little bit to drive away the dust, up to the beams of the house with spider silk, down to the clean ground, her appearance, single-minded, completely free of distractions, innocent and heart-like water!

No one will believe that a fairy who has escaped into the empty door, her day is like your year, put down the duster, she took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, she glanced at the sky, and saw the infinite blue sky and thousands of miles of clarity.

Sensing something, she flew out the door and soared into the sky.

In the distance, she saw a figure, she was a little sure of her feelings, and immediately flew back to the bamboo garden of Luoxia Peak, and walked a few steps, her steps were light and graceful, not impetuous and unrestrained, her steps were slow, and the flowers and willows were divided.

Yang Hanting didn't go to her Luoxia Peak, but went directly to Lingyun Peak, although he had been there many times, this time it felt the most special, it was a strange feeling, which made him mistakenly think that he was going to be besieged again.

It was here that Jiang Sue told him about the Six Artifacts.

Looking back now, it's like a nightmare, a dream that lasted for ten years.

A word wakes up the person in the dream, everything depends on his own awakening, to cross the catastrophe.

He saw a group of disciples coming over, he was a little scared, he forced himself to calm down, they were Ling Jingyun's disciples, Yang Hanting couldn't help laughing, they were far away, and arched his hand and said: "It's you, welcome welcome, come with us to Qingfeng Palace, the head of the sect is also there, he knows that you are coming, and asked us to come and invite." ”

"Lingyun Peak, Qingfeng Palace, I know it myself, I don't need you to bring it. ”

As he spoke, he walked into the crowd and passed by them, and the disciples felt strange, this is not the height of the sky, and they are angry in their hearts.

"Go find Senior Brother Ling and teach him a lesson?"

One of the disciples at the head said, his eyes were purring, and his anger was not light.

Yang Hanting knew that he had offended people, he didn't care at all, and came directly to the door of Qingfeng Palace, he stepped in, and saw that there was no one inside, what was going on? There was a feeling of falling into a trap, and he couldn't escape.

He was frightened, looked around, and thought to himself, maybe Ling Jingyun hadn't come yet, right?

So he knelt quietly on the futon, full of reverence.

How much of the beauty of the past has been eroded little by little in the years, Yang Hanting made a wish to Sanqing, he must carry forward the Qin Pavilion and avenge Linxi.

I don't know how long it took, he slowly opened his eyes and saw the world in front of him, a ray of sunlight shining on the futon money, countless flying dust could be seen clearly, fluttering, like sentient beings, small and crowded.

He closed his eyes again, and saw that his heart was like a mess of flying flotsam, unable to calm down.