Dovetail cut rain, cut love silk. The eyes are cut and the love is constantly cut.

and Luan Yueming, boarding the car and lining the clouds. The four eyes are looking forward to it, and the sky is full of phoenixes.

The spirit birds are together, and the beautiful women are speechless. The hand of the holding son, the pulse is heartfelt.

Si Mei Fang is gorgeous, ashamed of the form, thinking of the admiration, willing to match the virtue. The head of the mantis is eyebrows, the curtain falls down the pearl and jade, the pity is pity, and the song is returned. King Xiang has a heart, the goddess has intentions, sleeps and dreams, and the son also knows the other. The good couple will eventually become a good couple, and it will be made in heaven, and the love of cherishing will never be separated!

The stars are shining, and the sun and the moon are shining together. Zhenzhen Hongyanxi, envy the mandarin duck with one heart.

......

Someone is singing, the singing voice is ethereal and ethereal, the charm is a thousand turns, extremely pleasant, and suddenly natural.

On this night, the song is above the hustle and bustle, walking through the carved beams and paintings, and adding a bit of dream color to this bustling and noisy world. This is Miss Fanghua singing again, extremely rare, extremely rare, everyone knows that the beautiful and moving singing voice comes from the harem. It is difficult to hide the cold taste of loneliness, but there is no joy in it, presumably Miss Fanghua is telling the love story between her and Murong Gongzi that is more lingering than singing, although Miss Fanghua herself never says it.

This song is called "Luoshui", written by Fanghua girl, and written by Murong Gongzi. As soon as the Fanghua girl composed, the birdman Awu wrote the lyrics. One said that the lyrics and songs were all composed by Murong Gongzi. There are different opinions, each has its own exquisiteness, no matter what era there will be vassals and elegant plagiarism, after all, the truth will be drowned by time with controversy. It's just a song, and the afterglow is still long. But it's hard to know tonight, and it's hard to find a confidant. It's just because no one can steal the limelight from Daoist Fang-

Daoist Fang. Where did he die?

When a person disappears completely and returns his physical body to heaven and earth, this is called ashes.

The void and the heavens, there is nothing and nothing, and the insignificance is infinite.

The words of the Living Buddha have been fulfilled.

Lord Vishnu, incarnated in tens of thousands, was born great and died glorious. Although it is a little unclear.

The four words are not clear, which is a portrayal of Boss Fang's life.

Two hours passed.

I have to say that no matter the personnel, even if it has a little bit to do with Daoist Fang, it will become unclear, and it will be entangled, and it will be messy. The search and rescue work is nearing completion, and although everyone is reluctant, no one expects a miracle to happen. That's it, I'm exhausted, and I'm too tired to do it. Sooner or later he will come to the surface and lie on his stomach. Or sideways. So everyone went home in pairs, one after another, calling friends, some carrying wild ducks, some carrying fish baskets, and going home with various moods.

Yes, it was an unusual night.

After this battle, the number of wild ducks in the Jinling River plummeted by a quarter, and the number of brocade lithium was lost by 2,856, and the group of frogs were collectively frightened and silenced for three days. There will be gains, there will be gains, there will be losses, many people have lost their clothes, many people have colds, this is winter, the wind is strong, and the water in the river is very cold. There are fewer and fewer people, more and more quiet, and only a very small number of people are still not giving up, looking for treasure in the river with a fierce son, not afraid of the cold, tirelessly. It is no wonder that there are always treasures such as copper plates, wine jugs, daggers, scattered silver taels at the bottom of the Jinling River, as well as strange things that some people have intentionally or unintentionally discarded.

That's right, because of overfishing, there are not many fish in the Jinling River.

No one saw that at some point in the upper reaches of the river, at some point under the water, large and small fish were like the sand of the Ganges, and like clusters of flowing blooming flowers, happily swimming around that point. Most of the koi carp are colorful, huge and beautiful, and there are some grass carp, crucian carp, idle miscellaneous fish, etc., interspersed in the meantime, and the action is almost indistinguishable. The fish are also huddled, this is not surprising, the strange thing is that almost all the fish in the Jinling River are huddled together, even if the water waves are silent, one by one is jumping up and down crazy It is also like-

Could it be that the surface of the water is a mirror, and it will be seen in all kinds of ways?

Of course, there is a reason, it is still half-raw wine.

It becomes a gas and volatilizes out, and the power of half-raw wine is not something that a small fish can withstand, and the fish are also drunk. Irresistible, even dying, is also a fatal temptation that attracts thousands of fish here. At this time, the Taoist priest is like an old, strong-smelling sake lees, and like a delicious meat bait soaked in wine, which is the reason why the fish follow it. And fish, like people, also have a characteristic, they like to follow the trend and join in the fun, and most of them blindly follow it without knowing it.

In fact, Daoist Fang was easy to find, but no one noticed that the river surface in this place was unusual.

Under the cover of night, the torrent is surging.

In the middle of the river, the water was five or six meters deep, and Fang Yin was lying there, holding the Jun Heavenly Sword in his arms.

No matter lying on his stomach, if there is no Jun Tian Sword, people will definitely float up, of course, Fang Yin was not drowned. Even if all people are drowned, Fang Yin will not be drowned, there is air in the water, breathe with the skin, this pseudo-scientific proposition has been personally confirmed by Daoist Fang, and it can be determined by the coffin. It's true, it's true, this is the magic of the Void Meditation Technique and the Ice Chalcedony Jade Tears, which are infinite and penetrating the heavens and the earth, so far the Taoist priests have achieved small achievements and great martial arts!

It is a school of fish, which crushes a string of thousands of strings of dense and small bubbles, so that the top and bottom are set against each other, and the movement and stillness are distinct. Fang Yin lay flat on the ground and quietly at the bottom of the river, as if he was asleep, motionless. The fish pecked at the skin of its body, floating like dense aquatic plants in the darkness, and turning it into a reef that had been sleeping at the bottom of the sea for hundreds of millions of years. It is obvious that Daoist Fang has become a fish, and only fish can sleep in the water, it can also be said that this is a fish that sleeps with its eyes closed without tail and fins, and does not use its gills to breathe. But whether it is a person or a stone or a fish, no one knows the specific feeling, in short, it is very comfortable, and it is very comfortable to sleep in the water.

Don't say that this is unscientific, there are already too many unscientific things, and practicing martial arts is against the sky.

It is also normal to defy the sky, life is a circle, and the evolution of any point on it is also a degeneration, and vice versa.

There is no symbiosis, and the cycle is king.

Suddenly like a dream, I also have a consciousness, and I don't know how many hours have passed.

Generally, the taste is dull, and finally the fish have dispersed, it is time to go back, and Fang Yin has to go home.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the stars are shining.

The heavens and the earth were quiet, silent and silent, and there was a soft sound of water waves, and a head appeared on the water: "Whew-"

On the shore, under the tree, a person waited: "Ha!"

It's him.

Instead of lying on his stomach, he didn't lie down, Daoist Fang took his sword and walked up step by step.

He didn't say a word, and he didn't want to deal with him, but fortunately, the cloth apron was still there, so he didn't have to be too embarrassed: "Ji Zhi-"

Murong Gongzi was holding a burden, and he didn't need to look at Fang Yin to know that there would definitely be clothes, shoes and socks in the baggage, as well as a handful of ink practice.

Smiled and handed it over.

What he said was: "My eyes are clear, Yinghua is introverted, I think I have achieved great success, and I am really gratifying!"

I didn't expect Murong Gongzi to joke too, but the joke here was obviously a random slap on the back, flattering Fang Yin: "Hmph!"

Daoist Fang didn't look at it, only snorted coldly, indicating that the remaining anger had not subsided!

It is true that the residual anger has not subsided, and there is also a little element of grievance, the mood is complicated, and it is still embarrassing: "Ji Zhi-"

Daoist Fang cried again.

Poor Daoist Fang, hateful Murong Gongzi, just came up with mud and water and cried again in three or two sentences: "Zishi just arrived, I'm afraid it's late." (To be continued......)