"May you have no waves in this life, and I will not be sad and happy for the rest of my life. The secret servant Futu, holding two glasses of fine wine, handed a glass to the door master Yuwen Leopard and said.

The two close friends talked happily and complained to each other.

"Master, I don't know what apprentices should start with, what little things to start with?" asked Fu Huanjing on the side.

"Stinky boy, you should first sort out a book of illusory objects! Your master and I have enough pen and paper, and I will definitely not dislike your ugly handwriting. Anyway, we are two masters and apprentices, and we have a lot of time. Over time, I believe that your handwriting will be neat and beautiful. The Dark Servant Futu drank heartily.

After hearing this, Fu Huanjing made a farewell to the two of them and went to various places in the illusory world to collect information and use it to write the Illusory World Chronicles.

The two people on the wine table, the glasses are staggered, and they don't get drunk and don't return.

"Master of the Meditation Workshop, I heard that your swordsmanship is comparable to our Illusion Realm's strongest Great Elder Murong Bo. I don't know if I have a chance to see it?" Xuanyuan Langse, the sixth elder who had been eavesdropping outside the door for a long time, hurriedly entered the door, sat next to the two of them, and asked the secret servant Futu drinking.

"This is a heavenly opportunity, no comment!" the thin old man pretended to be drunk, and replied in a non-compliant manner.

"Sixth Elder, you frog at the bottom of the well, you only know how to sit in the well and watch the sky. Even if you see it, what if Brother Futu's outstanding swordsmanship can still be stolen by you?"

"Master Yuwen, I'm afraid that the two of us will be coaxed and played with by his pair of masters and apprentices who like to deceive. In fact, he secretly served Futu, and he was simply a useless waste. Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse slapped the wine table with his right hand, and shook the thin old man several feet away and said.

"Sixth Elder, what do you want to do? This meditation wine shop, it's not your turn to go wild!"

"Sure enough, there is a waste person, farewell!" said the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse, who gently waved the bamboo fan in his hand with his right hand, and disappeared in front of the eyes of the two.

"Brother Futu, is it okay?" the door master, Yuwen Leopard, helped the seriously injured thin old man, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked him.

"It's okay! Thank you, Brother Yuwen, for coming to the rescue just now. The thin old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said.

Seeing that both of them were a little drunk, in case something bad happened, the two parted ways to each other and left.

"Back then, I secretly served Futu, in that human world. At the age of forty, he opened the gate of heaven with a sword and re-entered the land immortals. Do you want to show off in front of the two of you!" muttered to himself, the secret servant Futu, who was lying on the bed.

The next day, Yuwen Leopard, the owner of the door, carried some elixirs for treating internal injuries with him, and came to the gate of the meditation wine shop alone.

"Brother Futu, these healing pills are a little bit of heart, and I hope you must accept them! I found out that you are much more reasonable than Chen Ping'an, who is a pearl cave sky. It's really admirable, and I feel ashamed of myself!" Yuwen Leopard, the master of the door, entered the winery, handed the healing pill on his waist to the thin old man and said.

"No! Brother Yuwen, it's too famous! This healing elixir, it's not good for my brother to pretend to excuse it, so I'll accept it for the time being! It's just that Brother Yuwen just mentioned the Lizhu Cave Tian Chen Ping'an, but let's talk about reasoning, the recognized ancestor master in this line of work, is at most an anonymous little disciple of him. The Dark Servant Futu stretched out a little thumb of his thin right hand, and when he noticed that something seemed wrong, he put the nail of his thin right thumb against the nail of the little finger and smiled modestly.

"Brother Futu, are you following and raising the bar?" Xuanyuan Langse, the sixth elder who had taken off his mask, grabbed the right hand of the thin old man's skeleton with his right hand, and asked viciously.

"Sixth Elder, how can it be! It's just that I'm telling the truth! Those shitty deeds of misleading people's children won't be as unscrupulous as some people do. The dark servant Fu Tuyun said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the thin old man frowned, and the sword spirit came out of his body, and the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse, who didn't know the height of the sky, was shocked a hundred meters away, and fell to the ground.

After more than a month, Fu Huanjing's handwriting was really neat, and it was able to enter the eyes of the thin old man.

As for the incomparable sword spirit woman in the body of the Secret Servant Futu, her origin is staggering.

Chang Wansi, a faction of love swords, only accepts women in the human world, and prevents men from entering.

However, when Yan Wansi's love sword was practiced to the ninth level, she urgently needed to forget her feelings and break through the realm, so that she could have a slight chance to enter the realm of swordsmanship.

Chang Wansi has never really picked up a love in the world, so how can she let go of her forgetfulness?

So, Chang Wansi declared to the public that she needed to retreat and practice the tenth level of the love sword, so she disguised herself and went down the mountain to break the love robbery.

One day, the autumn wind rose, and the old man was still waiting for the day when the two would see each other again.

"Li Feng, where did I feel sorry for you, why did you treat me so cruelly?" asked Yan Wansi.

"Wansi, I, Li Fengguan, worship Tinghou, I can't afford you for a long time. Why are you pestering me again and again?" Sword Saint Li Feng asked Jian Hu Xindao.

"The two, in the lower sword god Tiefutu, are reuniting with old friends. I don't know if the two of you can enjoy a thin noodle and move somewhere else?" the sword god Tiefutu persuaded with good words.

"Look for death!" the Sword Saint Li Feng roared angrily.

On the shore of Ziyun Lake, Fu Yurou, the first beauty in the rivers and lakes, is being entangled by her old friend.

"Wait a minute, Sword Saint Hero, before the two of you fight, can you untie the rope for the little girl first?" Fu Yurou asked softly.

In an instant, in the air on the shore of Ziyun Lake, ten thousand swords fell to the earth like rain, entangled around Tiefutu and Li Feng's bodies.

On the shore of Ziyun Lake on the side, Fu Yurou in the center of the lake was gentle and thoughtful, and the two beautiful women were drinking fairy brew and chatting about their respective love journeys.

Due to the sword aura of the Sword Saint and the Sword God, they are too domineering and domineering, and it is possible to accidentally injure the couple's best friend.

Both of them used their internal forces in their left hands to generate a sword qi barrier to protect the Lake Center Pavilion from damage.

Seeing that the lovers of the two were talking and laughing with each other, and talking happily with each other, the two stopped entangled and fought.

Originally, Fu Yurou's joke about Chang Wansi was just a clever plan for her. She has long coveted the love sword life of Chang Wansi, but she is suffering from the fact that she does not have the luck to meet her.

Now that the love sword fate is placed in front of her Fu Yurou's eyes, the heart of seizure is instantly born.

After injuring Chang Wansi with a palm, Fu Yurou took away the love sword and flew away from the Huxin Pavilion.

The sword god couldn't bear to lose his life in the Lake Heart Pavilion, so he included it in the Amazing Divine Sword and turned it into a sword spirit protector.

The sword saint Li Feng was helpless, and decided to hide his name in the deep mountains and old forests, but he was left alive.

In this regard, the beauty is just a good skin, and the sword spirit can protect the body of the sword.

The brave young man Fu Huanjing practiced boxing every day, shot the sword, and wrote the Illusory World Chronicles at the same time. He also paid attention to the four words "marriage line death" mentioned in front of him by the secret servant Futu before.

Fu Huanjing, who eats a trench and grows wise, visits Genting Treasure Zhai at night again. This time he didn't flip through it again, and the page with the illustration of "Birdsong Stream" was drawn. According to the catalogue of the Great Book of Chronicles of the Human World, he found a page marked "Yue Lao Meng Po Tribulation".

According to legend in the human world, that Yue Lao once plucked a thorny red flower for Meng Po. Yue Lao accidentally punctured his finger, and Meng Po was so distressed that she shed a tear.

Later, when the moon was old and became an immortal, she couldn't promise her Meng Po, dressed in a prosperous red dress. The infatuated Meng Po was alone in that human world, waiting for him to reach the white head.

Eventually, the Ghost King of the Underworld came to him, and Meng Po asked him for a position as a ghost attendant. She boiled the tears of the year into a pool of forgetful soup. The old moon immortal monarch was in the sky, using the drop of blood he had back then, to transform into a red line of marriage, and realize the beautiful dream of lovers in the six realms.

"Yue Lao Xianjun has drawn countless red lines, but he has never been able to give himself a red line of marriage. Meng Po was a ghost servant, and she was cut off from thousands of red dusts, but she never got up and drank the bowl of forgetful soup. Great Elder Murong Bo sighed with the Linyuan Sword in his hand.

"Meng Po ghost servant, how many people have drunk the decoction of forgetfulness? Yue Lao Xianjun, how many lovers have finally become dependents?"

"Everyone in the world doesn't know that the bowl of Meng Po's forgetful soup is a tear from the corner of her eye. But I blame this world, why is there such a hurtful decoction of forgetfulness. The world doesn't know that the red line of the old moon's marriage is a wisp of bloodshot on his fingertips. When your lover is happy and sweet, you don't know how much his fingertips hurt. The three elders Bodhi stepped on the cloud blanket and wept.

"Yue Lao Xianjun, he can be affectionate for others, but he can't be involved in his own fate. Meng Po's ghost servant can make others forget their feelings and hatreds, but they can't forget their own love. The fourth elder Duanmu Ziyan held the halberd in his hand and cried into tears.

"On the poor and the poor, there is the old immortal who holds the red rope that month, and sets the fate of marriage. Under the extreme Yellow Spring, there is this Meng Po ghost to boil thick soup, and solve the third generation's persistence. The fifth elder Ouyang Chun wiped his tears with two knives on his back and said heartbrokenly.

"Yue Lao Xianjun, and the ghost of Meng Po, the two met during the Qixi Festival. They fell in love at first sight, talked heart-to-heart, and got to know each other well. Meng Po deliberately sat down close to Yue Lao and fell in love with him. How could he be depressed by going to Beijing to catch the exam, which made him Yue Lao Xianjun have a splitting headache and a haggard face. The ghost attendant of Meng Po on the side felt sorry for her intended person. But she was amazed by his gentleness and thoughtfulness, blocking the splash of muddy water for her. Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse waved his bamboo fan lightly and said with envy.

"Yue Lao Xianjun, there is still a ghost servant of Meng Po beside him, and he knows that he is as warm as jade. How could his father's competition recruit relatives, which made the Meng Po ghost servant feel panicked. Yue Lao Xianjun, worried that she would be a ghost servant of Meng Po and marry someone else. Meng Po's ghost servants forced each other to die, evading a family business, and longing for him to come to see the old immortal monarch. I don't know that the old Xianjun that month, entangled in the last words of his deceased mother, actually went to Beijing happily to catch the exam. The infatuated Meng Po ghost servant carefully followed Yue Lao Xianjun not far behind, pretending to be a man. Seventh Elder Shangguan Haitang cried heartbreakingly with an ice spirit silver spear in his hand.

"Yue Lao Xianjun, I wonder why Meng Po, who is dressed as a man, cares about herself so much. Meng Po is a ghost servant, and she decided to confess after taking off her men's clothes, and summoned up the courage to admit that she was deeply affectionate to her. Yue Lao Xianjun, looking forward to the Meng Po ghost servant wearing red makeup for her, but she wept and pretended to be shy and left for him as a horse master. Meng Po is a ghost servant, and she loves the old fairy king deeply, how can she be a ghost. Yue Lao Xianjun, who was surprised by her Meng Po ghost servant, began to test his sincerity. Meng Po was a ghost servant, crying as a tearful person, rejecting the old fairy of the moon, and having an epiphany after all. Eighth Elder Yuwen Leopard leaned on the top of the floating dust stone staff and wept bitterly.

"Yue Lao Xianjun, his face was cold and heartbroken, and he missed Meng Po's ghost servant's happy marriage. Meng Po's ghost servant was shocked, he was an old immortal, and he actually laughed at the sentient beings for not knowing his deep feelings. The old moon immortal monarch, confused into an immortal, Meng Po ghost service nightmare haunted. Meng Po served night and night, choking and crying, but it was a mistake after all. The old fairy of the moon, sad and lovely, smiling and bleeding and enduring the pain to pull the red line. Meng Po is a ghost servant, ruthlessly boiling soup, and deceiving everyone in Nai He Bridge to forget their feelings. In the end, Yue Lao Xianjun, let go of that love. Meng Po ghost servant, I wish this love. ???" Fu Huanjing suddenly felt that he was really married, and there was no wave in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

In the end, Fu Huanjing found some conversations folded together at the footer of the page "Moon Old Meng Po Robbery".

"Benjun has led countless red threads in his life, and has seen countless couples in their lives. Yue Lao Xianjun said.

"Envy?" asked the Divine Realm Emperor.

I saw that the old immortal monarch of the moon bowed down and was silent.

"What if Emperor Ben orders you to find a marriage for that Meng Po ghost servant? In that case, all your debts to her can be repaid in this way. The Divine Realm Emperor asked.

"Emperor, do you know why I'm looking at this marriage tree every day?" asked the Old Moon Immortal Monarch.

"Why? This tree doesn't need you, take care of it yourself every day!" the Divine Realm Emperor asked.

"This gentleman naturally knows. It's just that if I don't take care of her, what should I do?" said the Old Immortal Monarch.

"How many bowls of thick soup have I had in my life, and how many couples I have seen, and I have stepped onto the bridge of love. The ghost attendant Meng Po said.

"Is it uncomfortable?" asked the Ghost King of the Underworld.

Meng Po was a ghost servant, and she was silent behind her hands.

"What if the king ordered you to serve a bowl of soup for the old man? You know a little bit of it. The Ghost King of the Underworld asked.

"Hades, do you know why I keep watch over this pool of forgetfulness soup every night?" asked Meng Po's ghost attendant.

"Why? You don't need this soup, you will personally guard it night and night!" the Ghost King of the Underworld asked.

"This is something that the old man naturally understands. It's just that if I don't protect him, what will I do?" said Meng Po's ghost attendant.

Fu Huanjing felt that these dialogues didn't mean much, so he continued to read the next dialogue.

"Yue Lao Xianjun, under this marriage tree, you have helped countless couples and held up the red line of marriage. I don't know what about your own root?" asked the Emperor of the Divine Realm.

Yue Lao Xianjun threw his gaze into the distance, and there seemed to be the shadow of a girl in his pupils. Her long inky hair rose without wind, and her plain white clothes added a bit of sadness.

"Benjun, I don't need that thing. Yue Lao Xianjun bowed his head and replied with tears in his eyes.

"Hades King, why is he so free to visit his old body today?" asked Meng Po's ghost attendant.

"Because this king is curious, you have picked up countless bowls of thick soup next to this pool of forgetfulness, erasing your personal love story. So what kind of love story do you have?" asked the Ghost King of the Underworld.

Hearing this, Meng Po's ghost attendant threw her gaze into the distance, and her eyes seemed to reflect the figure of a young man. His long pale hair rose in the wind, and his inky dress was dyed a little cold.

"Old body, there is no such story. Meng Po ghost bowed down and said with a broken heart.

After Fu Huanjing finished reading, he found that it was boring dialogue again, and he was slightly annoyed and continued to read the next dialogue.

"A thousand years have passed, and he has forgotten me after all. ”

Meng Po knelt on the cold ground, caressing the red rope that the old immortal monarch gave her. Next to her was a bowl full of forgetful soup, hiding her face and weeping.

"It's ridiculous! I still can't forget him. ”

Meng Po's ghost servant gently picked it up, and the bowl of forgetful soup beside her drank it all, crying and laughing heartbreakingly.

"Just let it go, and let it get rid of my thousand-year-old wishful thinking!"

Meng Po's vision gradually became blurred. She seemed to see that he who used to stand on the edge of the white bridge, his eyes were thicker than ink, exuding an unusually strong affection, crying and crying.

"Forget about him!"

Meng Po closed her eyes, a tear from the corner of her eye, and after all, she couldn't help but fall for him again, and she was reluctant to say.

At this point, he Fu Huanjing couldn't bear it anymore, and angrily tore the page "Yue Lao Meng Po Tribulation".

Subsequently, two elderly men, a man and a woman, appeared hand in hand, in front of his Fu Huanjing.

"What is a painting boat?" Fu Huanjing suddenly asked with his mouth disobeyed.

"Red, old moon, marriage!" replied the male expectant with a smile on his face.

"Can you be specific?" Fu Huanjing then asked.

"Underworld, Meng Po, Hongchen!" replied to another female expectant and old man happily and sweetly.

"Can you be more specific?" Fu Huanjing finally asked.

"Love is deep and shallow!" The two old men were dressed in red clothes, rejuvenated, and transformed into a sixteen or seventeen-year-old appearance, holding hands to say goodbye.

Fu Huanjing understood, the painting boat was broken with broken red flowers, lit with depleted green lanterns, painted with faded human skin, and depicted the shadows of the past. Tonight, every year, every year. In the blink of an eye, it's a lifetime again.

It turned out that the girls in the Qixi Festival would come out to pray for marriage. Meng Po's ghost waiter, in the crowd, accidentally caught a glimpse of a young man in white. But after just one glance at him, he disappeared in the sea of people. Since then, the old fairy of the moon has left the appearance of the white clothes in the heart of the girl who has just fallen in love. Meng Po's ghost waiter had to drink and think about people in the painting boat, and while she was drunk, she danced alone to express her admiration. In the end, Meng Po ghost servant drew the appearance of the old fairy on paper and kept it. Just that glance, you can depict the appearance in detail, which fully shows that Meng Po ghost servant has a deep affection for the old moon immortal.

"The reason why we often call our wives our wives. Maybe it's because of the love that every one of our lives puts into us. It all starts with Yue Lao, and ends with Meng Po!" The secret servant Futu used the pipe in his hand to knock Fu Huanjing's head and smiled.

Seeing that he was discovered by the master, Fu Huanjing no longer made those senseless struggles and let him be punished. He thought to himself, it's a big deal to go back to the third floor of the Jingxin Wine Shop and eat a few more punches from his old man, anyway, he has rough skin and thick meat, so he is not afraid.

Great Elder Murong Bo held the Linyuan Sword, the Second Elder Wuchen Pavilion Master waved his pen lightly, the Third Elder Bodhi Zi stepped on the cloud carpet, the Fourth Elder Duanmu Ziyan held a heavy halberd, the Fifth Elder Ouyang Chun carried a double sword, the Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse waved a bamboo fan, the Seventh Elder Shangguan Haitang held an ice spirit silver spear, and the Eighth Elder Yuwen Leopard leaned on the top of the floating dust stone staff.

After this "Moon Old Meng Po Tribulation", Fu Huanjing not only discovered that he was indeed married, but also unexpectedly discovered the weapons used by the eight elders of the Yunding Sword Sect. This is a rare and excellent material for him to write the Illusory Chronicles!

Judging from the current progress of his Fu Huanjing and writing the Fantasy World Chronicles Canon, the old hatred of Zhixue is hopeful.

The Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse returned defeated, and he no longer looked for trouble with the Secret Servant Futu.

Like a master like a father, the master of the meditation workshop, seeing the down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing, is still a little understanding. The weapon functions of the eight elders of the Yunding Sword Sect were recorded in great detail. I was going to tell him about the calamity that the Six Realms would inevitably face in the near future.

"Master, how can you be so free today to write a book here with your apprentices. Fu Huanjing was puzzled.

"Stinky boy, it's not the opposite of the wine shop, a new Qifeng Pavilion has been opened. The old wine worms who were able to come and go to our meditation wine shop all ran to the other side to drink flower wine. In this way, your master and I will be forced to be idle today!" Shadow Servant Futu smiled bitterly.

"Master, from the apprentice's point of view, this is not a good thing. Now that you're six out of fifty, you don't have to do the same thing you did when you were in the prime of life. The business of this meditation winery, with the careful care of the three elder brothers, will naturally not make ends meet. Therefore, you old man should now sit back and enjoy the blessings and spend his old age in peace!" Fu Huan stopped his pen and rubbed the shoulder of the secret servant Futu and said.

"Stinky boy, just your sweet mouth, I'm afraid you didn't fall into the honey pot! The three righteous sons of the master are indeed honest and honest, and they take good care of the winery. However, Master, I am still worried that the calamity of the Six Realms will inevitably befall in the near future. At that time, countless living beings were slaughtered, but the teacher did not know how to stop it. You say, how can you be a teacher and spend your old age in peace?"

"The Six Realms Calamity, Master, please tell the apprentice quickly, where did that calamity sprout, and where did the calamity breed?" Fu Huanjing stopped and quickly knelt down and pleaded.

"Come!"

With a soft cry from the thin old man, the heavy book of the human world of Yunding Zangbao Zhai appeared on the round table in front of the master and apprentice.

Next, I saw the thin old man waving his right hand lightly, driving the aura mana at his fingertips. The heavy canon on the round table turned through the pages quickly.

"Out!"

With the shout of the thin old man slapping the table, at the illustration of the page where the ceremony stayed, a precious human realm sacrificial ritual vessel Four Sheep Fangzun jumped out of the drawing.

Seeing that the huge Siyang Fangzun is a bronze ritual vessel in the late Shang Dynasty of the human world, a huge sacrificial article. It has a square body, a square mouth, and a large edge. neck ornament, along the extravagant. Long neck, high hoop feet. The neck is high, and the four sides are decorated with banana leaf patterns, triangular crests and animal face patterns. The shoulders, abdomen and feet are integrated into one and are cleverly designed to form four curly-horned sheep.

"So, master, do you mean that you want the apprentice to go to that human realm, retrieve the Siyang Fangzun, and store the wine for you?" Fu Huanjing asked with a smile after thinking for a while.

"Stinky boy, are you looking for a fight? Now the beings of these six realms are about to face a catastrophe that will destroy the world. Let me just let you say, when you talk about the Four Sheep Fangzun as a teacher, will it just be for your own small profits? Also, before, you kid, with the stinky Linghu Hezhen who sold fake medicine, went to Luoxian Slope to steal the Tianji Stone. As a teacher, I found you kid, and I had bad thoughts about the thin skin and tender flesh of Linghu Heqing, and I thought that you must be good at Longyang. Why don't you say that you want to cure Longyang for you by taking these four sheep Fangzun for your teacher?"

"Master, the apprentice knows his mistake!" Fu Huanjing cried.

"Stinky boy, listen carefully! The grim situation in these six realms now is as good as the Four Sheep Fangzun in front of you. Humans, illusions, immortals, and gods, all the beings in the four worlds, are like the curly horned sheep's heads around this vessel, allowing the demons and demons in the upper and lower worlds to slaughter and slaughter at will. The Dark Attendant said with a serious face.

"Master, what then?" Fu Huan said with a smile.

"Stinky boy, what are you laughing at? Laugh again, the teacher will also use the scabbard of this amazing sword to beat you hard. The two demon venerables of the human realm, the eldest grandson of the demon venerable giant beast, and the three great demons under his command are gathering the forces of the two demon worlds everywhere. The other one, the Demon Venerable Spear God Ye Luming single-handedly, is ready to fight the strongest person in the Four Realms alone. In fact, the invasion of the two worlds of demons and demons, our mountains and rivers of the four realms are also forced to be helpless. They demonized the overpopulation of the two realms, and their respective resources had reached their limits, so they expanded their territory and invaded our four realms. The thin old man sighed and sighed.

"Master, the apprentice had a big dream last night, and the dream of himself was smooth and free. After waking up, the disciple understood the meaning of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. He also understood why people want their dreams to come true. As the old saying goes, live reality as a dream, and live a dream as a reality, but in a different way of living. I didn't understand it when I saw it before, but now I have a deep understanding of it. Fu Huanjing got up and rubbed his old legs and comforted.

"Stinky boy, it's a very long fantasy article, and the teacher is so eager to calm down and read it slowly. It seems that there are always external factors that interfere, and the teacher has not been able to read it smoothly. Those fantasy articles have been opened a few times, but the teacher has not been able to look at them a few times. This seriously contradictory psychology finally let the teacher wake up from his sleep. Even if it is just a few words that I see in my teacher's dream, it is enough for me to have endless memories. For the teacher's deep thought, how many words can I remember in the long story of the reality of the illusion world?" said the thin old man.

"Master, what you said is very true. That virtual and real, Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies, after all, a dream. In the end, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, you are a gift and a catastrophe. Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou. Fu Huanjing recalled Ruan Qingting, who had been thinking about it for a long time, and sighed.

"Stinky boy, all encounters in this world are reunions after a long absence. All love-hate entanglements are past and present lives. You are her floating clouds, and she is your lovesickness. You are the one who has gone through the red dust together in the twilight of her morning and twilight. She is the flower on the other side of the three-life stone between the churning sea of clouds and the sea of clouds. You are her sorrow that her flowers bloom and fall, and she doesn't see each other. She is the bitter belly of you who hate to see each other late and eventually separate. You are her uncle's tooth, Zhuang Zhou's dream of Nan Ke. She is a dream of Handan that you can't ask for, and you can't meet it. The thin old man looked back at the past in the human world and wept.

"Master, a dream of Huangliang is a dream after all, and Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly is also empty. In the end, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, you are a gift and a disaster. If there is no butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream, there is no gift and no catastrophe. However, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, which is both fate and calamity. Zhuang Zhou has a butterfly in his dream, and I also have a fateful catastrophe. Zhuang Zhou's dream woke up and the butterfly dissipated, but I woke up from my dream and broke the catastrophe. Zhuang Zhou dreamed of the butterfly, and I looked for the catastrophe in my dream. Zhuang Zhou's life dreams of a butterfly, and I use a lifetime to cross a catastrophe. Fu Huanjing thought of the beautiful woman Qianying and drank bitterly.

"Stinky boy, you have long been married, and you know the love of a hammer. Fifty-six years of love for the teacher, tell you kid. It takes a moment to reach out, but it takes many years to hold hands. No matter who you meet, she is the person you should be in your life, and it's no accident. The thin old man said drunkly.

"Master, if you and your sister don't owe each other, how can you meet?" Fu Huanjing asked.

Hearing this, the wizened old man, drunk, told him what little vigilance he had left. There are a lot of things to say in my heart. He didn't answer his disciple's question, but just pretended to be drunk and lay down on the warm bed, and fell asleep.

Fu Huanjing returned, and the Celebrity of Himself on the round table returned to his thatched house.

Looking at the dilapidated plaque of "Fu Huan's Mansion" on the ground, Fu Huanjing's eyes widened, his fists clenched, and he was determined to snow his old hatred.

After clenching his fists for an unknown amount of time, Fu Huanjing noticed that he was tired, so he let go of his hands and fell asleep.

In the end, Master Fu Huanjing, the secret servant Futu, the thin old man, the old man with the sword in the Chaos Sword Pavilion, and the owner of the Jingxin Wine Workshop, these five identities are what unknown secrets have been experienced in a person's fifty-six years?