"It seems that there is only this Yixiang Villa, the Yixiang Villa that has his breath, and the Yixiang Villa that has memories with him, I ...... in order to make yourself half-lukewarm...... Have some real solace!"

"Perhaps...... You don't necessarily know that...... The origin of this 'lingering fragrance'...... "Yue Mingxin's words were a few points lower, I don't know if it was because of the lack of vitality, or because of Yue Mingxin's shyness, Zhang Xiaohua could almost see Yue Mingxin's veiled face in her heart, a little ruddy......

"There is no trace of spring dreams, and the autumn tent is empty"

Yue Mingxin's mouth muttered, his face looked up to the sky again, and his emotions were almost out of control, and he said sadly: "Yang Lang, Yang Lang, when you and I were extremely affectionate, you read this poem and painted my eyebrows at the same time, why is the joy of the boudoir so happy......? Don't...... You're not nostalgic at all?"

"Even if you have the Immortal Dao and you have gained immortality, you can ...... The fairy road is desolate, without my company...... Can you be happy?"

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, every inch of green silk is sorrowful, looking at each other in the shape of the moon, only envying the mandarin ducks and not the immortals!"

"Yanglang, even ordinary people can know the truth, you ...... Why are you obsessed...... If...... Before you and I were seriously injured, how could I stop you like this, but ...... Since the immortal path is unpredictable, you and I have such a bad fate...... Why can't you...... For me...... Leave it all behind?"

Perhaps this emotion is a kind of concern for women, whether they are village women or fairies, but for men, it is just a burden and an experience...... Yang Lang ......"

Yue Mingxin's voice was no longer as crisp as it was just now, and it was already full of sadness...... The sound of whimpering is rising...

"Whoa" flickered for a while, and the projection of Yuemingxin's primordial spirit gradually dimmed, at this time, Yuemingxin raised his head and said in a weak tone: "Immortal, maybe it is my generation's lifelong pursuit of cultivation, love, it should also be the necessity of my generation of cultivators, without affection, what kind of fun is there to become an immortal? Well, time is running out, as early as yesterday, the poor Dao received the summons of the Xuankong Grand Mage, today at noon, to have a grudge with the poor Dao in front of the nameless lake, the poor Dao knows, the poor Dao provoked cause and effect last time in the Dalin Temple, the Xuankong Grand Mage's cultivation is not bad for us, and now the poor Dao cultivation is regressive, most of them are not its opponents, this today's meeting, it is not necessary to say whether it is evil or auspicious. ”

"This wooden hairpin was carved by Poor Dao himself, originally to wait for Yang Lang to return, so that he could see it, but now...... Daoyou came here, but Yang Lang still didn't come, and the poor Dao Yuan Shen projection was about to dissipate, Yang Lang ...... I'm afraid it will fall a long time ago, fellow Daoist...... Whether you are a man or a woman, this wooden hairpin will be left to you, tell the story of this wooden hairpin to your lover, so that he will cherish your fate even more!"

"Ten years of repair, a hundred years of repair, a hundred years of repair, a thousand years of sleep......ing, sleep together"

"If there is no fate, even if it is ten thousand years...... How can we see each other again?...... It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes, Xiao Hua, Xiao Zhenren...... This is your ...... The concubine only understands today......" Yue Mingxin suddenly murmured again, her eyes looking into the distance, and there was some nostalgia in her eyes.

"Xiao Hua......? Which one is it?" Zhang Xiaohua didn't feel a little flustered, he had never heard Huan Wuxin say this name.

"But, if it weren't for Xiao Zhenren...... Even if the concubine's cultivation is greatly reduced, she does not have to fall into the love of mortals...... provoked such a tragedy......" Yue Mingxin muttered a few words in a low voice, almost silent, and then raised his head and smiled: "Okay, Daoyou...... I know why Poor Dao calls you a Taoist friend, your true qi is obviously different from my method of spreading incense and teaching the heart, and it is difficult for you to ...... I listened to the story of the poor road...... Long...... And also...... Dalin Temple...... Xuankong ...... Questions... Poor road in ......"

Hearing that Yue Mingxin's tone changed later, he called himself a poor Dao, and called himself a Taoist friend, Zhang Xiaohua was stunned, and after listening to Yue Mingxin's words, it seemed that he had already known that he was not a disciple of the Incense Sect, but he immediately ...... The projection of the primordial spirit of the moonlight heart gradually dimmed, and even zuihou didn't say a word clearly, it just turned into a cloud of brilliance and dissipated between heaven and earth!

"Alas, Yue Mingxin, the patriarch of the Chuan Xiang Sect, the peak of a generation of immortals. Can... As a woman...... There is such a bleak and graceful aiqing story!Mo Chou girl, Yue Mingxin, which one is the real 'Yue Ming Heart'?" Zhang Xiaohua saw that Yue Mingxin's Yuan Shen projection disappeared into light and shadow, and she didn't feel a little gloomy in her heart, and said secretly: "When I left the Yuan Shen projection, Yue Senior didn't know that his ending was suppressed under the frowning tower, but made a plan to say goodbye! But it was a farewell, and I didn't forget to leave a trace of souvenirs for Yang seniors, hoping that Yang seniors could come and see it, but unfortunately, it has been tens of thousands of years...... Senior Yang doesn't know where he went, Senior Yue was suppressed under Mochou Lake, what is Senior Yang doing? Senior Yang didn't come, I ...... But here it is, this ...... The 'cause' of tens of thousands of years ago has become the 'effect' of today, but this 'effect' is not the end, perhaps the wordless end!"

"But...... Tsuki-senpai zuihou a word...... What does it mean? There is a problem with the Xuankong Grand Master of Dalin Temple? What is the problem?....... it is all tens of thousands of years ago, and if there is a problem, it becomes a problem......

"Alas, what a shame is this, this situation can be waited, the senior of the month, the kid remembers the story of the senior, in fact...... You may not know that the story of you as a Mochou girl has long been circulated on the shore of Mochou Lake, and countless literati and writers are reciting the story of Mochou Nu...... Though...... The story doesn't match what you say...... Can...... The world's pursuit of perfection and love is no different from that of their predecessors tens of thousands of years ago...... If you know this...... Mochou at the bottom of the lake, maybe you can also look at it!"

While speaking, Zhang Xiaohua looked at the wooden hairpin on the table that was just carved from ordinary peach wood, and felt extremely precious in her heart, it was really more important than the real purple phoenix hairpin, stretched out her hand, and put the four purple phoenix hairpins with different textures but exactly the same into the money bag, Zhang Xiaohua has begun to imagine how she should tell the story of this Mo Chou girl to the dream in the future, and how to insert the wooden hairpin into the dream's bun with her own hands, and how she bites the earlobe of the dream and tells her the verse of "Spring dreams without traces, and the autumn tent is empty"!

Can...... Suddenly, a stirring spirit in his heart: "Dream is the holy daughter of the Demon Dao, I am the Immortal Dao Qi Refiner, she carries the inheritance of the Heavenly Dragon Sect Demon Dao, and I shoulder the great cause of the establishment of the Beidou Sect......!" Isn't it the ...... of the predecessors of Biyang and Yue Is there more division? This ...... Cause and effect, let me travel thousands of miles from Pingyang City to Mochou City, is it possible to give me a warning? Is it possible...... My heart palpitations in Binh Duong City are because of ...... This ......."

For a while, Zhang Xiaohua was sweating profusely, and she seemed to have a feeling of being dominated by an invisible hand!

Turning around and going downstairs, Zhang Xiaohua stood in front of the portrait of Yue Mingxin again, although through the veil at this time, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to be able to see Yue Mingxin's disgusted and happy face, seemed to be able to see the frowning eyebrows trapped by love, and seemed to be able to see a little cheerfulness in his eyes, and a little cunning!

"Alas, that's it" Zhang Xiaohua arched her body, bowed deeply, and said to herself: "Yue senior, if it is...... If the dream is like you, so longing, thinking is a disaster, even if the kid gives up some immortal path, what immortal path qi refiner he gives up, what's the matter?"

"A person is only a few decades old, and with the company of dreams, this life is not wasted. However, if the kid can help the Heavenly Dragon Sect find an Emperor Shakti, so that the Dao system of the Heavenly Dragon Sect can be inherited, then ...... Is it possible to laugh with the kid in the dream?"

"Yes...... It's not possible, the daughter of the dream still wants to be the holy daughter of the Tianlong Sect...... Alas, the poor Dao wondered, how could it be that the child of the Emperor Shakti and the Holy Maiden must be a daughter???"

The more Zhang Xiaohua thought about it, the more troubled she became, and it seemed that she ...... In addition to going to the Heavenly Dragon Sect to be the emperor of the gods, he can be with the dream, otherwise he will not be ...... at all No too haode way!

"God, if you let me encounter a dream, why did you let me make such a choice?"

Zhang Xiaohua Zuihou glanced at the portrait of Yue Mingxin, jumped up, and flew towards Poyang Town like an arrow, as if she wanted to escape from Mochou City, it seemed that the farther away she was, the farther away the moment of choice would be!

I had the idea of going to the Heavenly Dragon Sect to see the dream before, but at this time, I was also killed by the urgency of making a choice, and even Zhang Xiaohua thought of it, if I saw Emperor Shakti, Emperor Shakti wanted to let him go to the Heavenly Dragon Sect, what should I do?

After a few days, Zhang Xiaohua returned to Poyang Town, seeing Zhang Xiaohua's slightly gloomy expression, Li Jinfeng suppressed his great surprise, and did not ask Zhang Xiaohua why he "flew" back to Poyang Town from the distant Mochou City so quickly, but only said with faint concern: "Xiaohua, is the matter dealt with......?" You can go back!"

Zhang Xiaohua nodded silently.

Qu Zhigao's family regarded Zhang Xiaohua as an immortal master, so they naturally panicked and didn't dare to speak more.

In the past few days since Zhang Xiaohua left, Qu Zhigao had already prepared everything he needed, even bought two carriages, and even hired a coachman to help him drive another carriage!

At this time, seeing Zhang Xiaohua coming back, he also left, so he quickly prepared the two carriages, asked Zhang Xiaohua to get into the car, Zhang Xiaohua took a look, and said in a low voice: "The coachman doesn't have to, it's far away, let the family run a trip, and when we get to the house, we have to come back, this carriage is poor and rushes by itself!"

Qu Zhigao hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile: "What the immortal master said, you...... But how can the dog's mentor let you catch the car? never, never!"

"What's the matter?" Zhang Xiaohua's face turned pale, and she said, "I didn't do much before, don't worry...... It won't be worse than you!"

But the groom who was driving the car next to him showed anxiety on his face, and hurriedly said, "This ...... Little master, you ...... Let the little ones do the work, the little ones...... The family is waiting for this silver to live, the three cents of silver given by the shopkeeper Qu, the small one has been taken to buy rice, if you are in a hurry, the small one will not go...... The little one has no money to pay back to the shopkeeper Qu, and the small one has a four-year-old child in the family...... I'm going to starve again!"

"This ......" Zhang Xiaohua heard it, looking at the man's face full of folds, all traces blown out by the wind and frost, no different from his father a few years ago, I didn't feel a sour heart, tears were about to flow out!

And then, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to have a big understanding, daxiao, hid the wetness in her eyes, and said: "The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he is worried for the new words, and now he has tasted the taste of sorrow, but the weather is cool and autumn! The ancients were honest and did not deceive the surplus! Others were still bending their waists for five buckets of rice, so what qualifications could I have to say my sorrows in front of others! This uncle, please catch the car...... This fare, the poor road is doubled......"

"Yes, Young Master Xie!" the man was overjoyed, and a smile appeared on his face!

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