Xiao Banxian didn't tell Mo Liunian the origin of the mixed Yuanzhu, firstly, he was afraid of embarrassing each other, and secondly, he did not want the tragedy to happen to them again.

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.

After a short break, although there are still some doubts, but because of the former, I feel that this is a breeze on my face.

So, the little half-immortal instructed the two: "It's inevitable that there will be complications, don't let others know about this matter, even don't tell Banxian Yao and Banxian Yi." ”

Mo Liunian nodded, and said innocently: "I know." ”

The little half-immortal said: "Let's go, this place should not be far from them." ”

Mo Liunian received the fire control technique, although everyone was a little tired, but this is indeed not a good place to sleep in the open.

Ying Long's spirit also fell silent, and the little half-immortal thought about it, although his spirit was very angry, he still put it and the two mixed yuan beads into the ruins.

took out the transmission note and contacted Mo Yan, as long as the two sides were not separated by thousands of miles, this transmission note was effective, and after contacting, I realized that they did not go far, but hid in a small village not far from the place of separation that day.

They were also clever and rented a farmhouse directly.

On the way, Mo Liunian wanted to tell Xiao Banxian about Ying Long's seduction of her several times, but every time he slid to his mouth and swallowed again.

Actually, you have been in my dreams, we can't choose fate, but we all want to change lives. In fact, life is morning and twilight. Life is firewood, rice, oil and salt. The road we have walked, the things we have passed, the scenery we have seen, has gradually drifted away with the passage of time, we don't have to lament, we don't need to be sad, dreams are like cicada clothes, hearts are like glass, and meet, there is no worthiness or unworthiness. Only let this silent text walk with you and me, knot the broken thoughts into strings of notes, through the space, fly over your ears, if you have a heart, everything is in the words.

"When I used to have no one to talk to, I was alone every day, and before I knew it, so many years had passed. But now that you know that someone will come to you, the waiting time is incomparably long. “

There are some pains that we don't need to tell everyone. Because not all pain can be spoken, and some injuries are really speechless. It can be expressed that it can only be buried silently with words, which is a witness to our world and the passing years. The original you have finally gone through a curtain call. Become a strong self and bring your own dreams. I finally got my wish, remember the beginning. You're still the funny one, and time has passed in the blink of an eye. We have a few more silences, but a few less words.

The nature of nature is joy, and with the things of nature, we feel relaxed and joyful.

When you look at the sky, you feel relaxed, when you're with trees, rivers, even with a dog, you feel relaxed.

But with someone, you often feel nervous and depressed, because man is an unnatural thing, a distorted and contrived thing, so the presence of others always makes us feel an indescribable oppression.

With unnatural things, we also have to correspond to them in an unnatural state, and this distortion is a great drain on the mind.

Some things that are missed will always feel like they are not really missed, and things that are forgotten will feel like they are not just gone like that.

It's like they've melted into my life, waiting for a moment when I suddenly remember what I had forgotten.

Then I finally said to myself, yes, it was because of those things that I gradually became the person I am now.

But in the quiet of the night, he stretched out his hand to surround us, and no one explained, but there were many things that were explained.

I know their kindness, and I think they know me.

Then, almost like a story, they were gone again.

I am very happy and very melancholy, and every time I think of them, I also feel close and far, like an old song.

Therefore, there are many people who believe it. So as to enter the moment of fate, the feelings in the world are only separated by a distance.

Some feelings are beautiful because of distance, and some are beautiful because of distance.

Encourage each other, only then will we make the way forward.

Filled with sunshine shining into happiness.

Warmed each other, but sometimes.

Distance is really a time machine to verify feelings.

Therefore, there are people who insist on it.

Because I believe that I have survived the distance.

The rest is the spring breeze, and some people leave because of it, because they believe in the uncertainty ahead.

So he hurried away halfway,

The two of them had their own thoughts, and they were silent along the way.

When they finally found the small village at the foot of a big mountain, Half Immortal Yao and Half Immortal Yi were already waiting at the entrance of the village.

After these few days of recuperation, Banxian Yi has become lively again, seeing that everyone is okay Little Banxian is relieved, the five of them returned to the farmhouse, Xiao Fang was also very excited to see them, kept pacing back and forth, Mo Liunian stepped forward and touched the horse's mane.

Xiao Banxian also said: "Xiao Mo, I miss my master." ”

Xiao Fang snorted, and a horse's face turned to Mo Liunian, and Xiao Banxian was suddenly angry and funny.

Zhu Tao was in a hurry, thinking about this bitter plan, thinking that the master loved, and would never bear her to be buried in the ravine, when he heard that the tone was not good, he was too sad for a while, and he was violent, and the sword was extremely sharp, the wind was too strong, and it had been cut off in a small half.

The things that the world asks for more than they can't get are actually just that the world doesn't know what it means to retreat into advance, and they just say that they are making people by creation. If you start all over again, what has happened will be like dust on the table, and a rag will be wiped away?

A single-edged sword is a sword, and a double-edged sword is the courage of a hundred soldiers, because the bladed side is always in front. Those suppressed and secret thoughts are like the chaos that grows in the cracks, silently growing huge roots, unrelentingly pulling at the three souls and seven souls that he thought are beyond the world, imposing on him a sense of overwhelm that he has never had in his life, and freezing his three-inch tongue.

The mountain roads are rugged, the wind and rain are heavy, and it is very difficult to walk. The most difficult thing is that I didn't eat. Du Fu couldn't, so he had to dig some grassroots wild fruits and acorn bitter plums along the way with Xiang Er, barely surviving his hunger. These things are bitter and astringent, some of them are very spicy, and they can't be swallowed, and adults can barely tolerate it, and a few children eat until they cry. Although Du Fu was sad, he just had nothing to do, so he had to grit his teeth and endure it, and still moved forward.

It's really not a pleasant thing to rush in this kind of weather, even if there is a carriage that can shelter the rain that falls from time to time, but the humid air is unavoidable, and it hasn't been on the road for long, and the clothes that have just been changed in the morning are already damp, sticking to the body, sticky and uncomfortable, making Li Xian's boss uncomfortable.

We have just returned from the south exit. It was really hot, and the south-facing houses were above 90 degrees, and the two-hour train was as uncomfortable as being tortured in a fire cellar. We got up early this morning before the wild birds began to sing, and set out on mules before six o'clock, except for half an hour's rest at Yongling, until about one o'clock in the afternoon, and only hurried in the high sun.

Greatly encouraged by the enthusiasm of his companions, the mole cheered up and diligently cleaned and wiped. The river rats brought firewood again and again, and after a while, a jubilant fire was raised, and the flames rushed up the chimney. He beckoned the mole to come over and warm himself by the fire. But the mole suddenly became sad again, and fell down in a chaise longue in frustration, covering his face with a duster.

Most of the monks ignored him, and the soul-eating monster that could not be found for thousands of miles finally appeared, how could he let it go! However, so many fairy swords were used to slash and stab at the same time, and the talisman seals and various magic weapons were thrown, but they did not stop the stone statue from taking a step.

No longer soothing and tactful before, the sound of the piano is loud, like a rapid snow dancing back to the wind, the blue light is flourishing, the killing atmosphere is endless, and the sound hides infinite murderous intentions. Thousands of fire snakes, once they touched the brilliant blue light, they were like water drops falling into the sea, and they all disappeared without a trace.

In the crystal cave on the sea of ruins, there is a white seashell floating, the seashell is covered with blood spells, and Xiao Yao lies silently in the center of the spell. The abundant water aura gathered around her, like a blue light smoke lingering and flowing, making her look extremely unreal.

The fire on the flower pressed down, and the closed petals, along with the blood cells in the heart of the flower, were scattered together. There was an earth-shattering sound of the horn, and thousands of silver rays burst out like rain, even the evil fire brought lotus flowers, and they were destroyed at the same time, and they disappeared in a flash.

Gu Panpo saw that the human immortal root was beautiful, and wanted to capture the soul to refine the magic weapon, and was ordering Tie Shu to remove the forbidden net in the sky, and a piece of Qingxia had already fallen from the sky with the light and shadow of thousands of giant trees and the sound of thunder and thunder. When the blood flame ate Qingxia and rushed, the avalanche also seemed to fly away, and it was immediately rushed away into a bloody street, and the master and apprentice of the Jiupan Po couldn't help but be shocked.

Youth has not changed, it is just a stop we pass by, we have passed by and there is no more, but there will be people who will pass through this station one after another. But we can't go back after we pass by, we can only watch from afar, secretly nostalgic, just like time has not gone, and it is we who have gone away.

To be clear, because he has been imperceptibly out of the realm of secrecy. The meaning of a word spoken in a small space is different from that of the same sentence echoing in the hall. It was no longer a word for which he had to take full responsibility, nor for the person to whom he spoke, but it was something that others demanded to hear, others whose eyes were open to them.

As you move forward, you won't look back at the distance you've traveled. However, in the eyes of those who have stopped, depending on the amount of distance traveled, he will have a corresponding feeling that his expectations have been disappointed. It's great to see it up close now. Because this scene can't be seen forever!

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