The first one hundred and forty-two chapters of the spring dream have no trace, the autumn account is empty

"It seems that there is only this fragrant incense villa, the fragrant incense mountain village that has had his breath, and the fragrant incense villa that he shared with him. I can make my heart cold and cold... there are some real comforts. !"

"Maybe... you may not know... the origin of this 'scented incense'..." The words of the moon are a bit lower, I don’t know if it’s lacking in energy, or because of the shyness of the moon, Zhang Xiaohua’s heart is almost I can see the face of the moon and the veil, a little ruddy...

"Spring dreams are no trace, autumn accounts are empty and fragrant"

Moon Mingxin’s mouth murmured, his face was Yangtian, and his emotions were somewhat out of control. He said with sorrow: “Yanglang, Yanglang, when you and I were very loving, you read this poem while you Eyebrows, how is the fun of the boudoir? Is it so happy... Is it... you just don’t fall in love?”

"Even if you have a fairy, you have a long life, but... the fairy road is desolate, without my companionship... can you live happily?"

"The ten miles of Pinghu Lake are full of frost, and the inch-inch blue silk is smashing the Chinese New Year.

"Yang Lang, even the ordinary people can know the truth, you... why do you obsessed with it... If...you have not been seriously injured before, how can I block you like this, but... since the immortality is not possible, you and me There is such a shackle... Why can't you... For me... let go of everything?"

"Perhaps this emotion is a concern for women, whether it is a village woman or a fairy, but for men, it is just a burden, a experience... Yang Lang..."

The voice of the moon is no longer clear, it is full of sorrow... The sound of choking gradually rises.....

"哗哗哗" bursts of flicker, the moon god's projection of the gods gradually fades. At this time, the moon and the heart have raised their heads, using a weak tone: "Xian, perhaps my life's lifelong pursuit , love, should also be the necessity of my generation of self-cultivation, no affection, fun and fun? Daoyou, poor road said for a long time, but let you laugh! Well, time is not much, as early as yesterday The poor road took over the communication of Xuankong Archmage. At noon today, I had to complain with the poor road in front of the Wuming Lake. The poor road knew that the poor road had caused cause and effect in Dalin Temple last time. It’s not bad for me, but now the poor road is regressed, and most of it is not its opponent. This is the murder of today’s meeting.

"This raft is hand-carved by the poor road. It was meant to be reserved for Yang Lang to return, let him see it, but now... Daoyou came here, Yang Lang still did not come, and the poor God God projection is about to dissipate. , Yang Lang... I’m afraid that I’ve fallen long ago, Daoyou... No matter if you are a man or a woman, this raft will be left to you, telling the story of this raft to your lover, let him cherish you more. Fate!"

"A decade has been achieved, and I have been trained in the same boat for a hundred years.

"People's love, is it time to judge? If it is not, even if it is 10,000 years... Which one can see one side? 唉 濡 濡 相 相 相 相 相 相 相 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧 萧... I have to understand today..." The moon suddenly whispered, and the eyes looked into the distance, and there was some nostalgia in the eyes.

"Xiao Hua? This is... which is it?" Zhang Xiaohua did not feel awkward, he never listened to the name of the unintentional.

"But if you are not a real person, you can't fall into the dust and love... even if it's a big reduction..." Yue Ming whispered a few words, almost silent, and then He smiled and said: "Well, Daoyou... I know why you call yourself a Taoist friend. You are obviously different from my fragrant teaching method. It is also difficult for you... Listening to the story of the poor... For a long time... ...and...Dalin Temple...Xuankong...has a problem.....The poor road is..."

After hearing the moon, my heart turned to self-proclaimed poor roads, and called myself a friend of the Tao. Zhang Xiaohua’s words, listening to the words of the moon, seemed to have long known that they were not sacred disciples, but then... The projection of the Yuanshen gradually faded, and even the last sentence did not make it clear. It was turned into a group of brilliance, dissipated between heaven and earth!

"Hey, the moon is clear, the fragrant sect teaches the founder, the character of the generation of the fairy tales. Can.....as a woman...there is such a sad, graceful love story! Mo 愁女,月明心, which one again Is the real 'moon Mingxin'?" Zhang Xiaohua saw the moon god's projection of the gods disappeared into light and shadow, and I felt a little stunned in my heart. "When leaving the projection of the gods, the predecessors still don't know themselves. The ending was suppressed under the Emei Tower, but it was a plan to screen out! It is to say goodbye, not forgetting to leave a tribute to the seniors of Yang, expecting the seniors to come and see, but unfortunately, it has been tens of thousands of years... Yang’s predecessors didn’t know where to go. The predecessors were suppressed under Mochou Lake. What are the predecessors of Yang? The seniors did not come, I...but came, this...the tens of thousands of years ago’ The current 'fruit', but this 'fruit' is not the end, perhaps a silent ending!"

"But... the last sentence of the predecessors... What do you mean? Dalingsi’s Xuankong Master has a problem? Is there any problem?.......Those things have been tens of thousands of years ago, and there is no problem with the problem... ”

"Hey, this situation is so embarrassing, this situation is waiting, the predecessors, the boy remembers the story of the predecessors, in fact... you may not know, your story as Mo Nuo has long been circulated on the shores of Mochou Lake, countless literati They are all telling the story of Mo Mou... Although... the story is different from what you said... But... the world is pursuing perfection, pursuing love, no difference with the predecessors tens of thousands of years ago... If you know these ... At the bottom of Mocho Lake, maybe it will be eye-catching!"

During the conversation, Zhang Xiaohua looked at the wooden plaque on the table that was only carved from ordinary peach wood. The heart was very valuable. It was really more important than the real purple phoenix. Different textures but another identical purple phoenix into the purse, Zhang Xiaohua has begun to imagine, how to tell the story of this Mo愁 girl in the future, how to put the hibiscus hand in the dream I have how to bite the dream of the earlobe with her poem "Spring dreams are no trace, autumn account is empty"!

But... Suddenly, there is a spirit in his heart: "Dream is the saint of the magical Tao, I am a refinery of the immortal, she bears the inheritance of the Tianlong teachings, I shoulder the great cause of the Beidou faction! This is not the predecessor of Biyang. And the differences between the predecessors and the predecessors are bigger? This...causes the cause and effect, let me rush to the city of Moyang from Pingyang City. Is it difficult to make a warning to me? It’s hard... I’m in Pingyang City because of... This one……."

For a time, Zhang Xiaohua was sweating all over, and there seemed to be a feeling of being dominated by an invisible hand!

Turned downstairs, Zhang Xiaohua stood in front of the portrait of Yue Mingxin. At this time, although the veil was separated, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to be able to see the face of the moon and the heart. It seems that I can see the embarrassed embarrassment. I can see a little joy in my eyes, and a little bit of embarrassment!

"Hey, stop." Zhang Xiaohua was arched and deeply polite. He said to himself: "If you are a dream, you will be like this. If you dream, you will miss it. If you miss a fairy, What are you doing when you give up the immortal refiners?"

"One of the people has not been born for decades, and he has been accompanied by a dream. This life is not a waste. However, if the kid can help Tianlong to find a emperor to let the heavens teach the Taoist system to pass on, then... can the dream be followed? The kid is laughing at the rivers and lakes together?"

"Can... not, ah, the daughter of the dream is still to be the saint of the dragon.... Hey, the poor road is wondering, how can the children of the emperor and the saint be a daughter?"

Zhang Xiaohua wants to worry more and more, it seems that... In addition to going to Tianlong to teach the Emperor of the Labor, it is possible to be with the dream, otherwise it is... no good way!

"God, since I have come across a dream, why did I make such a choice?"

Zhang Xiaohua finally glanced at the portrait of Yue Mingxin, and stood up. The arrow flew to Xiangyang Town. It seemed that he had to flee Mo Zhencheng. It seems that the farther away, the farther the choice will be!

I used to go to Tianlong to see the dreams. At this time, I was killed by the urgency of the choice. Even Zhang Xiaohua thought of it. If I saw the emperor’s release, the emperor would let himself go to Tianlong. Teach, what should I do?

Not counting the days, Zhang Xiaohua returned to Fuyang Town and saw Zhang Xiaohua’s slightly gloomy look. Li Jinfeng suppressed his own surprise and did not ask how Zhang Xiaohua flew back from the distant Mocho City. The town, only a faint concern: "Small flowers, things are finished? Let's go back!"

Zhang Xiaohua nodded silently.

The Qu Zhigao family regarded Zhang Xiaohua as a fairy teacher. Naturally, he was panicked and did not dare to speak more.

In the few days that Zhang Xiaohua left, Qu Zhigao was ready for everything he had. He even bought two cars and even hired a driver to help him catch another carriage!

At this time, see Zhang Xiaohua coming back, and also left, and quickly prepared the two carriages, please Zhang Xiaohua get on the bus, Zhang Xiaohua look, whispered: "The coachman will not have to, the far-reaching, let people run a glimpse When we get to the home, we have to come back. This carriage is a poor road to catch up!"

Qu Zhigao had to hurry up, and smiled and said: "The fairy teacher said this, you...but the teacher of the dog, how can you let the car drive? Never, never!"

"What can't you do?" Zhang Xiaohua looked awkward and said: "I didn't do much before, rest assured... no worse than you!"

But the groom next to the driver, his face was anxious, and quickly said: "This ... young master, you ... let the little to do things, small ... a young and old are waiting for this silver If you have a job, the three-pointed silver given by the shopkeeper, the small one has already been taken to buy rice. If you are driving, the small one will not go... the small can not give money to the treasurer, and the small four-year-old child ...and have to go hungry again!"

"This..." Zhang Xiaohua listened and looked at the pleats of the man's face. It was traced by the wind and frost. He had nothing to do with his own a few years ago, and he felt that his heart was sour and tears were coming out. !

Immediately, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to realize that, when he laughed, he would hide the moistness in his eyes and said: "The youngsters don't know what it is, and they say that they are good for the new words. Now they taste the taste, but the sky is cool and autumn! The ancients I don’t want to bully! Other people are still squatting for the five buckets of rice. What qualifications do I have to say in my presence to others? This uncle, please drive the car... This car, the poverty road doubles..."

"Yes, Xie Shaoye!" The man was overjoyed and his face showed a smile!

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