Why are you crying?

Qingyun wanted to ask him, but Qingyun didn't speak.

The vast expanse of Happy Valley, the towering cliffs, a man, a horse.

The wind blew the long flowing and handsome mane on Qingyun's neck, rising and falling, just like Fang Yin's thoughts.

Looking at the clouds in the sky, life and death seem to be living creatures, the voice and words are still in the ears, and it is a sleepless night.

Everything is clear and clear.

His name is Fang Jie, the Xie of Jiejia and Guitian, the word Huaizhong, is a general.

Her name is Yin Xiaowan, gentle Wan, she is no longer alive.

Fang Yin, what a coincidence.

That year, blood and water, that year, red and black, Fang Yin still remembered the well in the courtyard, how could he think of it.

The new daughter-in-law, back to her parents' house, with a little doll, wow wow wow wow wow wow wo

Fang'er, Fang'er, baa, Fang'er.

Mother, mother!

Fang Yin was born in the capital, he was originally the son of Jiangmen, and the king was the prime minister, rather there was a kind!

That year, he was in prison.

All the vague memories resurfaced, all the fragmented dreams reappeared, and the reality suddenly appeared clearly and straightforwardly.

There is a fine line between reality and fantasy.

In the end, there is a trace of resentment that cannot be dissolved, it is a long-standing dissatisfaction in the chest, he is an irresponsible father.

Liangzhou City, Liangzhou City, Fang Yin wanted to ask him and ask him why.

Why!

"Herod's Laws—" There was a long hissing on the ground, and the sound was also high-spirited and magnificent!

"Boom, boom!" The horses galloped and trampled on the valley, and the dust and haze rose like thunder!

But it was a dozen gray jackals, chasing a small wild horse in jujube.

More than 1,000 wild horses rushed like a stream, and the strong hooves of the horses flew like iron, so that when the green clouds neighed, the momentum was slightly slow, and the heads and tails were all together and gradually became a circle, and they wanted to trap more than a dozen gray jackals inside! Cows and horses are like jackals, and it is nature to be afraid, and this is a group of different horses. But Fang Yin knew that this was not new, and under the iron hooves of concerted efforts, the lion and tiger would also be trampled into meat in one fell swoop, and the jackals would not be able to be. After a while, the little red horse entered the group, and more than a dozen gray jackals fled in embarrassment, but they did not allow the group of horses to join in, and the jackals were even more cunning.

Fang Yin glanced at it.

Qingyun was by his side, his four hooves were rooted and did not move, and he was looking forward to it.

It's just a small scene, Qingyun is used to it.

This world, a small stage, can no longer satisfy Qingyun's ambition.

Fang Yin suddenly thought of rouge.

Then I naturally thought of Lin Dai.

There are a lot of singles, singles, singles, horses, big and small, and old ones.

The old master said, set off the day after tomorrow.

"Qingyun, go. Fang Yin got up and let out a long breath: "Walk with me and take a look around."

Four Sacred Peaks.

Giant trees are forested, strange rocks are craggy, falling leaves are flying in the wind, dancing with the slightest chill in the fall.

It's a little cold, it's about to enter winter, the lotus pond has no lotus leaves, the leaves are yellow and withered, and the half-floating in the quiet pool water is particularly gloomy.

Su Dao Chang said that this year's Molian has bloomed three times.

Horse tail, horse tail, no horse tail, who hairpin me hair?

Thinking of Yuan Yan'er, Fang Yin thought of Lin Dai again: "Qingyun, Qingyun, her name is Lin Dai, do you know?"

Qingyun is drinking water, and the water here is very clear.

"You will find the love you love, it is not me, but her. Yuan Yan'er didn't say anything wrong, not at all.

So what is the explanation of the three-life stone?

Sansheng Peak.

The clouds and mist are like a fairyland.

The rocks and cliffs are chaotic, Qingyun is like flat ground, and Qingyun is not the first time to come here.

The stone surface is smooth and shiny, its color is pale yellow and light white, only the corners are mottled, and the glorious years can be vaguely seen. Why is it warm and bright? It is the nourishment of the thick soil of the water mist. Why are there vicissitudes again? That is the trauma of wind and rain. After the white clouds and dogs, witnessing the vicissitudes of life, the stone is born and dies with thousands of changes. Sanshengshi is more like a lonely and kind old man, looking at you with cloudy and wise eyes, and reflecting all your desires and expectations, all your thoughts with a eyes full of vicissitudes.

Who is the same as me, three lives and three lives and three lives look at one stone.

The stone has never changed, and it is only the human heart that shines on it.

This time, Fang Yin was still very nervous, this time, what would happen?

Qingyun took another sip of the water in the pool, it was a little hot here, a little cold there, and that's it.

This time, it's different.

A figure appeared in the stone reflection, hairpin, Taoist costume, faint, it was Fang Yin.

Fade away, fade away, fade away-

Empty.

There is no one, that is, empty, nothing, one, people, and there is no more clouds, mountains and fog covers, dragons and phoenixes dancing, and there is no change.

Daoist Fang was stupid, now, even the shadow has disappeared.

The heart is like a mirror platform, do not make the dust, Daoist Fang, Daoist Fang, you have no children's private feelings in your heart, you only have the world in your heart, you still want to be a true cultivator, save the principles of heaven and destroy people's desires, and protect your family and defend the country alone! The fate of a single person is an infectious disease, as a common successor of the three singles, Daoist Fang, who is the elder of Lu Dao, the elder of Su Dao, and the master and the son, must accept his fate! But is this not the case, is it not like this, what Daoist Fang clearly thinks in his heart is Fairy Lin, and Daoist Fang can't understand it at all, and it's really difficult to accept:" Qingyun, you come!"

Qingyun comes, too.

Qingyun's shadow is reflected on the Sansheng Stone, and the stone and shadow, like Qingyun, have not changed at all.

Qingyun has nothing to ask, Qingyun's road has always been at the foot of Qingyun.

Daoist Fang was about to cry again.

Maybe there is a distraction in the heart?

Hill Pack.

The blue sky and the day are small mountain bags, the love of the husband and the concubine are good, and the curtain is in the leeward place, which is not just right!

"Gao Ming?" Daoist Fang appeared at the most inappropriate time, and the three of them generally thought they had seen a ghost: "Ahh

The small mountain bag was actually climbed first.

"Ahem!" Gao Daoist's face flushed, coughed dryly, and swallowed: "This—"

"That-" The third sister, Hua Rongyue, blushed even more: "Ahem!"

No matter how bold the third sister's style is, after all, it is not a peony, she is hugging herself and kissing her mouth in broad daylight, and she is a little embarrassed for a while: "You, you are really!" Seeing that she gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, and pouted her mouth to the sky, the high Taoist priest's heart was broken: "Third sister! Third sister! Listen to me-" Needless to say, seeing that it had just been coaxed, it suddenly became yellow again, it was the long and boundless sea of love, and now I was afraid that it would be cheap and rich and handsome: "Fang Yin! You-"

But when he saw Daoist Fang, his eyes rolled and he was already blind.

He kept his mouth tightly closed and covered his ears with his hands, indicating that he was both deaf and dumb.

Walked away with great interest.

Good, good, good things can go on.

"Third sister-third sister-" But the third sister was already annoyed and angry, and ignored the high Taoist priest again: "Mm-hmm, no!"

Let's just coax.

On the hill, there is a horse.

In her arms, there is a doll.

Her forehead was still so white and bright, her face shone with happiness, she looked at Fang Yin who came here for the first time, just like Fang Yin came here for the first time: "Silly goose, why don't you come into the house and sit?" Hehe, it's still like a piece of wood, and it's like a piece of wood!"

"You're blessed, hehe!" Yuan Yan'er was laughing, covering her mouth with one hand and shaking her arm gently: "What about your sister Lin, why don't you bring it?" Fang Yin was speechless, shaking his head and laughing, Fang Yin's life was not so good. The little girl, sleeping, her round red face is like two rounds of the rising sun, illuminating her heart brightly: "Her surname is not Yue, her surname is Yuan, and she said that her son will follow him and the girl will follow me-" And the two black and bright, long and curved eyelashes will eventually dispel the obscure feelings of the past like smoke: "She called Yuan Lai, the original come." ”