readx; The surface of the river was visible to the naked eye, frozen for 3,000 miles, and the roaring river suddenly quieted down. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info there are only two different tunes left in this world.

Seeing this, Chu Lingfeng retreated to the boat, this was a struggle between the music and rhythm, and no one could intervene. The weapon that broke through the air was blocked by a big mountain, and the impact of "ping pong" was so real, and the stream in the mountain splashed in all directions, splashing on the weapon under the illumination of the moonlight.

The style of the ensemble of Meng Han and Zhuge Fuming's qin and flute changed again, and it became low, like resentment, like crying, as if remembering something. The bluebird stood on the top of a high mountain, hissing, calling for something. Then Chu Lingfeng saw that those weapons that were splashed by the stream vibrated together, making a buzzing sound, they were crying, yes, Chu Lingfeng felt that he had heard correctly, the weapons had spirits and were not known to ordinary people, at this time they were read by others, and they cried with joy.

Then, in Chu Lingfeng's surprise, these weapons reversed one after another and shot back in the direction they came. Inside the painting boat, the pipa strings of the two maids were broken, and the bamboo flute was broken. It caused everyone to be shocked, but the woman in charge did not seem to see it.

"Oh" guzheng sounded, the smart hands began to move non-stop, and the low-eyebrow letter continued to play, which is different from "Plum Blossom Three Alleys", although this song is also low and sad, but the artistic conception is different. The woman's lips opened lightly, and even Meng Han and Zhuge Fuming, who were playing in the ensemble, had to stop, and her voice was empty and clear, as if it was coming from above the nine heavens.

Where does the Blue Edge Sword go,

In the falling flowers, we are meeting.

Beauty smiles, only for heroes.

Mingyue Knife doesn't understand,

A dream on earth.

The hustle and bustle of the red dust, the vanity of the world, is fleeting.

A man with a strong sky walks alone on a thousand mountains,

Zhu Yan is short, how can the years go by.

Carved cage green silk heavy,

The old man snuggled in the willow dream,

The words are choked, and the tears are tens of thousands of pounds,

The blade of the sword is cold.

The swaying rivers and lakes cause emotional sorrow,

Xiao Sheng judged who pitied the Yiren and dressed alone.

Where does the Blue Edge Sword go,

In the falling flowers, we are meeting,

Beauty smiles, only for heroes.

Mingyue Knife doesn't understand,

human dreams,

The hustle and bustle of the red dust, the vanity of the world, is fleeting.

A man with a strong sky walks alone on a thousand mountains,

Zhu Yan is short, how can the years go by.

Carved cage green silk heavy,

The old man snuggled in the willow dream,

The words are choked, and the tears are tens of thousands of pounds,

Towards the eastward flow of the white head water,

The long-term lovesickness goes on and on.

Looking at the sky, why not swing a sword to break the hatred,

Carved cage green silk heavy,

The old man snuggled in the willow dream.

The words are choked, and the tears are tens of thousands of pounds,

Long song madness, wind and clouds,

The red dust rolls and people gather and disperse,

The frost temples are full, and the road is difficult when they come back.

Everyone just felt that they were experiencing something along with the lyrics. Menghan felt that he had returned to the day when he and Qingqing first met, and the beauty of the first meeting is still fresh in his memory. and then for the sake of his mother, his father had to cut off the love thread.....

Zhuge Fuming only felt that he was back in those crazy days in the academy, everything was just like smoke, I longed to say the deepest words to you, but I didn't dare, I was afraid that you would laugh at me.

Therefore, I laughed at myself and smashed the secret in a banter.

I downplay my own pain because I'm afraid you'll do it.

I long to tell you the truest words, but I don't dare, lest you not believe me.

Therefore, I disguised them with lies and said the opposite in my heart.

I made my pain seem ridiculous because I was afraid that you would do it.

I long to describe you in the most precious words, but I don't dare, lest I get something in return.

I longed to sit silently beside you, but I didn't dare, lest my heart would jump to my lips.

So I easily rambled and hid my heart behind the words.

I roughed up my pain because I was afraid you would.

I longed to walk away from you, but I didn't dare, lest you discover my cowardice.

So I walked up to you with my head held high and walked up to you nonchalantly.

Jun once said: "If life is only as first seen". Inextricably linked, the secret intention breeds.

Once upon a time, Jun also said: "The years are quiet, and the present world is stable." But I'm not calm anymore, it's just that you hibiscus don't dare to pick it up. Looking across the river, it seems like a year of water.

In a trance, return to the thousand-year-old fragrance. The autumn wind provokes the painting fan, and the lovesickness is helpless. The night rain cooks acacia, the tears rain and the bell, no complaints and no regrets.

"I want to know you", "I'm afraid of the autumn festival". In the end, it was not said.

What's the matter of complaining and who is worried? So a person begins to miss.

I like you, I have nothing to do with you, and I silently pass by you again and again. To you, I am a stranger who met in Pingshui, and I have been silently reciting thousands of times in my heart.

Suddenly looking back, it was like a world away. The rain has no trace, the years are short, and I have never known the hearts of Hu people.

The falling wood is Xiao Xiao, I can't look forward to it, and I don't know how much to bury.

Jun has a word: "Gazing without tears, turning into lovesick rain, is confused." It can be seen that at the end of the end, there is a person, staring eagerly.

"Life and death are broad, and Zicheng says". It's so unreachable, pink like you, eyes like me, a few feet away, life and life are gone. The falling flowers are ruthless, the flowing water is intentional, and at the end of the night, I am deeply immersed in it.

Jun said, "I have no choice but to complain about you", Wen Zhuo ran at night, he was so resolute, no complaints, no regrets. And I just want to say to you, "A hundred turns, a thousand times, a thousand thoughts".

It is said that men are lucky, you can know that "life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc" will never give up, even if it must be white after 19 years, it is as firm as ever, how the stars and the moon have sunk, and they have never been low. I am with you, but I am helpless to see each other for an unscheduled time.

If so, life is only as it first sees. You, still you, I, still me.

Like flowers, like water. I give you a lifetime to wait, just to exchange you for a moment of hope. "Qingqingzi Pei, I think about it", let this lovesickness sink in the barren years, seal it for you, and wait for you to open it.

"Gazing at the first sight, the first sight, the first sight, and the heart again. Thousands of miles of smoke and dust, laughing unintentionally. How can I be lovesick and take you with you. One glance at the first month, a thousand times of grief. Lightly draw the eyebrows, comb alone, the eyes cinnabar tears, and the leaves are pale. The night is not young, ** the residual dream is hard to think. A pillow is a dream, and a poem is a song. Looking at the thousands of sails, the heart is as misty as a trance, and ten years of life and death are boundless. How good it would be if life was only as it first saw it. There is no rush of the past like smoke, only a glimpse of the style, at a glance, it has been ten thousand years. Just like the first time I saw it, the moment you and I met our eyes, without saying a word, it was forever. At first sight, goodbye, until the fall, a beautiful face, for you to fall into the world. The encounter in this life is a rubbing of shoulders in exchange for 500 retrospectives in the previous life. In their lifetimes, they met on a narrow road. Inherit a promise, dream for a thousand years. ”

Zhuge Fuming's heart was very painful, and he couldn't breathe in pain.....

No matter who it was, everyone fell into the boundless illusion, and no one noticed that there was a sword shadow in the distance that seemed to be rushing at the speed of thunder, galloping towards it.....