When Xiao Banxian heard her say this, he didn't ask any more, but said, "No matter what, thank you for your help." ”

Jiang Shuying smiled faintly and said, "Actually, I just think you can see through all this before you help, we each take what we need, and we don't need to say thank you." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "Then now can Master Jiang save my brother?"

Jiang Shuying said: "Naturally, please come with me." ”

The two of them left the cemetery of the gods with Jiang Shuying, and after walking a few steps, the little half-immortal couldn't help but look back, this cemetery hidden in the flowers may no longer be regarded as the cemetery of the gods, if you really want to talk about it, it should be the cemetery of demons.

The breeze was gentle, and she wanted to find a knife for Yu Ming to bless him with safety. Her husband will be farther and farther away from her. Her heart fell lightly on him, rejoicing and worrying for him. Her heart was sometimes hot, sometimes cold. Just thinking about him makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. She thought, she thought - the love is separated by mountains and seas and clouds, and her own concubine's heart is like iron, and the mountains can turn over the sea, jump over the clouds, and fall.

The faint clouds passed through the boundless sky, and the sunlight leaning against the trunks of the trees quietly fell into the halo - the sky passed by so simply and gently. The soft wind stroked the scratches of time on her cheeks over and over again. Not far away, there was a faint cry of birds, as if to praise the wonderful romance of life in affectionate but hopeless love. The heart peeks through that fascinate window, the unattainable destination of emotion, love and suffering, and carefully carves the transparent and complex mind.

They appreciate all the beauty and beauty, but they don't want anything, their lives are like stepping on the junction of light and darkness, if they choose to face the light, there are thousands of miles of desolation behind them, if they choose to face the darkness, then the red dust and prosperity are only gorgeous behind them. But even in the face of the light, they still tread on the darkness, not that they do not understand the pure light, but they will never forget everything they have experienced, and they follow it like a shadow. They are strong, independent, and cold, and can live well no matter what they encounter.

At this moment, Zhou Xinqi, who was about to leave, was stunned, she heard the exclamations of the people around her, and when she turned around, she looked at the stone tablet of the first chapter of the grass and trees, and saw the turtle that was in first place there. She frowned slightly at first, and quickly let go, without the slightest wave in her heart, in her mind, the first stone tablet of this grass and tree was obtained when she first became an outer disciple, and at that time, she didn't use all her strength, not to mention that she was completely different from back then.

How many intersections are there in life, how many turns do we need to make? How many people do we have, how many plays do we need to act? Perhaps, youth is like this, it is so beautiful that sometimes it only takes one turn to the end of the world, and one turn is forever.

Sometimes I wonder if a person has gone too far and forgotten the direction he chose in the first place. Looking back, the road has long been barren and overgrown, leaving only a thin figure faintly visible. I know that when my mind begins to solidify, step by step to the edge, I will never find my way back, perhaps, this is the testimony that I buried myself with my own hands!

My eyes were drawn to the world in the mirror. In the illusory image, everything seems more cold and gloomy than in reality. The strange little creature looked at me, his white face and arms mottled with shadows, and when everything was still, only the bright, frightened eyes flickered, and he looked like a ghost. I felt that she was like one of those half-fairy, half-human elves, just as Bessie portrayed in the story of the night, emerging from the fern-filled barren valleys of the swampy area and appearing in front of the late passers-by.

Seeing that he was at a loss, my heart was like a horse running on the plains, easy to let go and difficult to put away, and my body was like a pawn on a chessboard, only advancing and not retreating: "However, Xianggong must not remember what clothes I was wearing." You don't have me in your eyes. It's strange, in the same place, at the same time. Do you remember?" I plucked up the courage to say these unbounded, out-of-the-box things, and saw that Xu Xian was vulnerable—he was like the flying peak in the legend I had heard. One moment to the east, the other to the west, his heart, ah, yes, suddenly has no place to stay, and he does not know whether to stay in the east or in the west.

From before, I only remember that under the shade of snow-white flowers, there is a path that does not allow you to go to the end, and there is all the happiness in this world that is belated, but it is about to end in a hurry. The paulownia blossoms have fallen, but there is still a soft sound of the flowers falling in the forest. Walking back on the long road, I don't know who to seal this sorrow of joy and sorrow at first glance.

The empty pavilions and pavilions stand up with a sense of precipitation in the autumn weather. I suddenly felt that while time was constantly moving forward, the people around me were going back and forth to the fork in the road, and who could really be dependent on each other. As long as people come and go, I leave some good marks, and the country in my heart will never be barren.

Stuck in this cold moonlit night where the green is about to turn yellow and the first frost is about to come, I have long forgotten the time, the space, myself and the purpose of this trip. When my friends couldn't find me and came out to look for me, they couldn't help but chuckle when they saw my gloomy appearance: "Isn't it just a few autumn lotuses that are about to wither, and they are worth standing for a long time for you?"

They have all hurried on the other side of their own shores, to silently gaze at this gray distance. There was a moment when I always believed that the darkness was not yet dawning and the dusk was coming to an end of hope. There must be the scenery I am looking forward to, so far the flowers are blooming in a hurry, and people are not old. But it is already the end of the fragrance, holding this dark night hidden in his own sky.

Experiencing death is nothing new to me, and many of my relatives and elders have left me permanently. It's just that every time I feel at the funeral, my feelings are very different, some people are full of relief when they leave, and although it is difficult for relatives and friends to accept this fact for a while, they are full of affection and emotion when they recall him. There are also people who are inevitably too angry and entangled when they leave, and the mourning hall is like two scenes, which makes people a little unable to distinguish the truth from the false.

Thousands of years of wind and frost along the way, eternal youth and rain. Ziyan attracted the phoenix, and Hanmei Aoxue welcomed a new look. The wind, blowing gently, raining, thinly falling. The feet of the red dust have crossed thousands of mountains and thousands of waters, from ancient millennium to the other side of the world today.

The little half-immortal turned his head and faced Mo Liunian, who said in a young voice: "Fortunately, everything is an illusion." ”

The little half-immortal said: "It's just that this place will become a big disaster one day." ”

Mo Liunian said: "Let's go, let's save Wujian first." ”

The little half-fairy glanced at Jiang Shuying, Jiang Shuying, as the head of the snow-capped mountain medical vein, should also know the power of this, otherwise he would not bear the danger of being cursed by the gods and demons to provoke him, even she has no way to solve the matter here, and the little half-fairy asked herself if there was no better way.

If it is a tiger, it will roar in the mountains and forests, and if it is a dragon, it will go to the sea. Tying the hands and feet of a warrior not only makes it impossible for the warrior to use his fists and feet, but also makes him dependent and difficult to forge the ability to take charge of himself. Some fighters complained, "If you don't worry, I won't do my best, and if you don't let go, I'll do nothing." This is the reason for this.

If this story is unique, if it exists, then there can only be one way of telling it. The story is like a carved object hidden in a large piece of stone, and you are confused about how to cut it, it is just silent, and when you finally find it, it comes to life. Therefore, at the beginning of the article, I could not get rid of a sense of fatalism, as if I was gambling, everything was according to the will of God, but I was very unwilling.

The teeth are not there, the tongue is still there, and only by doing nothing can we accomplish what we should do. All actions should be like flowing water, and only do what should be done. It has been done, like a goose passing through the sky, without the slightest trace, without a delicate mustard in the heart, as written in Tagore's poem, there is no trace of wings in the sky, but the birds have flown by. As far as Chinese philosophy is concerned, what Feng Lao did was "Wu Wei", he did not refute anyone, nor did he support anyone, but simply interpreted and popularized it. This is far from what ordinary people can do, but it is this kind of "inaction" that has made him. Acting arbitrarily is a kind of great wisdom, and it is also a great realm of heaven and earth that transcends society and pays attention to nature.

Just as when we are asked to do something as children, we do not fully grasp the intentions of adults. In the same way, every experience in our lives has its own purpose, and it is only at the end of our lives that we will understand its mystery.

He usually speaks little, but when it comes to critical moments, he can always be broken with one word, and any big problem can be easily solved for him gently, solved, and dealt with properly. Although his smile is often seen, his smiling face is different from the smirk of ordinary people, and it is really like a smile when the heart is in full bloom, which can make the darkness around him turn into light for a while.

Re-examining the past, like watching other people's plays, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar protagonist's seven feelings, sometimes I feel that he is really amazing, really mysterious, really weird, really stupid, really stupid. However, the back is fake, the mood is real, it is a real person and a real thing; did you feel embarrassed when you were loyal to me at that time and believed in me now? Is the sea that once passed by difficult to be watery now?

Returning to the Cave Heaven Blessed Land, Jiang Shuying carefully inspected Wuzhi and asked, "Who used the Soul Locking Needle to suppress his toxicity before?"

Xiao Banxian didn't dare to hide it, and said, "It's my cousin." ”

Jiang Shuying let out an 'oh': "It's my senior sister's daughter?"

Little Half-Immortal nodded, "Not bad." ”

Jiang Shuying said faintly: "The technique is similar, but the heat is still a little worse, and the senior sister left earlier." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "Master Jiang, what are you going to do now?"

Jiang Shuying turned to the sunflower parrot and said, "Xiaobai, let Senior Sister Lingyun prepare, and then let Xingyu and the ink painting come in." ”

Those things that disturb people's feelings, hurt people's feelings, and make people disheartened, to be affectionate to them, is to get along with their own feelings. It is enough to have seen it, keep it in your heart, even if you have cultivated through the heavens, you can turn losses into gains, and turn garbage into treasures, what lessons are worth learning. It's better to hand it over to the head, and put it when the bag can afford it, if it's too heavy, and the head bag is unstable, let it break out of the bag.

I've written a lot of stories, and I've come to understand more and more that the most important thing for two people to be together is to have something to say. A long time ago I thought it was an easy standard to meet, but later I found that it was the most difficult standard in the world, even much higher than the hard material conditions. When two people talk together, they won't get tired of talking nonsense, and they won't be embarrassed if they don't talk, it's too difficult.

This law works for everyone: we never know why and how we annoy people about it, what they like them, and what they find us ridiculous. Our image is also mysterious to ourselves.

If your boss gives you a task and you feel you can't hold it, just say it.

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