In fact, life is a cup of tea, a song, and an intriguing poem! Let us walk along the way, taste along the way, experience along the way, and quietly enjoy this beautiful life!"

After the speech, the applause lasted for a long time.

At this time, Leng Qiuyu suddenly shouted: "I'm going, why are you still giving a speech? Isn't that logical?"

Zhang Yang asked, "What logic?"

Leng Yu said: "The other protagonists will eventually become the peak and finally pat their butts and go to carefree without caring about anything."

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "That's right, I'll leave it to you here. Yao'er, Xingyun, Xiaohu, go, go with me!"

"Okay!!!" The three girls cheered and followed Zhang Yang to leave the place.

Seeing this, Leng Nouyu was in chaos alone.

"The wine glass is thick, and a gourd is drunk in the spring scenery of a gourd, and a gourd is embossed with the flowers. Follow me, the gourd is dry, and the prosperity is endless. Who is the one who shares it? A green mountain in the area is sent by Liezi, Liezi rides by Liezi." On the green mountain, an old man was drunk and still woke up, as if he was talking in a dream.

In a new world, everything is peaceful. Zhang Yang brought his three wives to this new world, a new world, and infinite beauty.

Listening to the old man who drunk the tune, he crossed the green mountains and came to a beautiful valley.

When early spring comes, willow branches spit out catkins, and thousands of trees revive. A river is clear and gurgling. Orioles sing on the treetops, swallows fly on the eaves, white clouds and fragrant grasses are green.

Peach Blossom Valley, the flowers are beautiful, pink faces are beautiful, colorful and colorful. Visitors are endless, and laughter is endless. The handsome men and beautiful women are holding their waists and shoulders. The spring heart is rippling. Look at the peach blossoms near you like the moon, and look at the temples in the distance like clouds. Flowers are like clouds, clouds are like flowers, which complement each other; people are like flowers, flowers are like people, and the fragrance is everywhere. The spring is ding, the stream is gurgling, like the sound of nature, like symphony songs. Clearly see the bottom, and you can see flawlessly.

Children play in the water, women brush against branches, men sit on the ground, leisurely and elegant. They shout at the top of the mountain and sing in the flowers. The former calls, and the latter responds to the mood and nature. Shepherds in the mountains, drinks cows in the stream, and practices in the temples, which is suitable for their own place.

Bees collect honey in a hurry, butterflies dance, it’s so lively. Every flower and a world, a leaf and a Bodhi are like bathing in nectar, and they are so beautiful.

Beautiful valley, crowds of people, couples pair up and roam the peaks.

Under the valley, a young couple snuggled together, talking sweetly and full of happiness. The man among them is Chang Yang's son Tianxing.

Now that Xing has no cultivation, he has endless life. He lives with the two of them in a carefree and uneasy state and has long become indifferent to the realm of cultivation.

Zhang Yang brought three wives here. When Tianxing saw his father coming here, he happily greeted him. The three girls of Honglian naturally went to visit their future daughter-in-law.

Zhang Yang and Tianxing were strolling in the valley, and Zhang Yang asked, "Do you still regret your father's destruction of your cultivation?"

Tianxing shook his head and said, "I have now experienced the beauty of ordinary people, but my life has no end, but Zhu'er..."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, as long as you stay with her sincerely, you will grow old together until old age. Her life is in your hands."

"Thank you for your success!" Tianxing said excitedly.

What Tianxing is worried about is that he has endless life, and his lover is just a mortal, and he will definitely experience life, death, sickness, and old age. At this time, Zhang Yang told him that as long as they truly love each other, his wife's life will be as immortal as him.

Looking at his son's happy look, Zhang Yang shook his head and sighed: "I really envy you. As the Creator God for your father, you will have a headache if you want to manage big and small things in this world."

Tianxing laughed and said, "If you have any headaches, just treat it as a traveler. Think about you and your three mothers traveling around the world, the wilderness must be good!"

"Yes! When did you kid be so silly... so cheap?" Zhang Yang slapped Tianxing in the head heavily, then laughed and said, "But I really haven't tried that feeling..."

"Yeah!!!" Tianxing rolled his father a big eye.

Outside the sky, Liu Yiran looked at the peaceful world in front of her with distress, and said to Hua Ruyue beside her: "I'm so angry. **Tell all the things to the three masters, saying that they were inspecting the people's sentiments of the new world. I think he took this opportunity to go happily. The most annoying thing is that the three masters actually gave me all the worries!"

Hua Ruyue smiled and said, "I will always be by your side."

Liu Yiran's three masters were Lin Tianwei, Ye Feng and Leng Que Yu. At that time, these three coerced and tempted Liu Yiran to be their apprentices, and Liu Yiran agreed without any help. Unexpectedly, Liu Yiran fell into the plan of the three of them. Since he became these three apprentices, he has not learned any skills, but he has given him a lot of trivial matters. So Liu Yiran was speechless and extremely depressed!

Zhan Tai Ziyun accompanied Tian Yong Zhenren to wander in the starry sky. Tian Yong Zhenren gently held Zhan Tai Ziyun's jade hand, and Zhan Tai Ziyun's jade face was flushed and she was very shy.

"Zi Yun, it's time for you to know my true identity." Tian Yong Zhenren transformed into a man with a beautiful and lingfeng in the wind. Zhan Tai Zi Yun saw his appearance and exclaimed, "Master!"

It turns out that Tianyong Zhenren is Lan. Over the years, Lan has been protecting the Xianlan Sect as Tianyong Zhenren. As the God of Time, he can predict some things in the future.

Lan sighed: "My mission is to urge the growth of the Creator God. Now Shaoyu is already the Creator God. My mission has been completed. Now I just want to stay with you and spend a good marriage together."

"But you are my master..." Zhan Tai Ziyun lowered her head and whispered.

Lan smiled and said, "You and I are already precious as gods. What do you care about those illusory names?"

Zhan Tai Ziyun was silent, as a default. Lan was ecstatic, picked up Zhan Tai Ziyun, flew towards the world, and temporarily built a wind-shading hut. Lan hugged Zhan Tai Ziyun into the hut.

For a time, the dragons and phoenixes were playing with each other, and the spring was endless.

The God of Destruction discovered the traces of Lan and Zhan Tai Ziyun. He was furious for a moment and snorted: "This pair of Silver God Dangxian did not deal with major events in the world, and actually secretly did such a ugly thing!" After that, he lowered a ray of thunder and struck the hut.

The hut was shattered by thunder, and when the God of Destruction saw the scene clearly, his face turned green.

I saw a pair of dogs having sex, but he was struck by him to death by thunder. However, Lan and Zhan Tai Ziyun stood aside, dressed neatly. The two of them looked up at the sky and laughed.

Knowing that the two of them were playing tricks on themselves, the God of Destruction cursed: "I curse you whether you have a baby!!!"

At this time, Zhan Tai Ziyun and Lan sneeze at the same time...

On the other side, Zhang Yang walked in the desert with his three wives.

"Ah, be gentle, it hurts so much!" the little fox shouted.

Zhang Yang looked at the lively fox in front of him, and turned around and saw Xingyun blushing, and said speechlessly: "This girl, I peeked at me and you yesterday..."

"Ah, stop talking!" Xingyun's face turned red and she felt extremely shy with her head down.

Zhang Yang looked at the little fox in front of him screaming louder and louder, snorted coldly and flew over, picked up the little fox and put it down, and rectified the Dharma on the spot. This time the little fox screamed endlessly. The two girls Honglian and Xingyun had already hid aside in shame.

However, Zhang Yang showed his power and forced his mysterious power to attract Honglian and Xingyun to his side.

"Haha, the lambs are here!" Zhang Yang laughed unrestrainedly, and the three girls screamed...

This is called wilderness.

The moon in the mirror, the flowers in the water, the spring flowers and autumn moon are charming. Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, like flowers, fog and fog. Like the years, the years of magnificent past, the glittering shadows pass, and who knows the taste of right and wrong; life is like a dream, the brocade throne, the throne is singing, the lights are red and the willows are falling, and after the glitz, the only thing left is sadness and sadness.

Zhuang Sheng was confused about butterflies in the morning, but he didn't know that Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, or the butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. The lifelike butterflies were lingering in the dreams, and the purple and bright world made people fall into deep. In the past, the Dongling Hou is now a melon planter outside the city. There are so many sighs and lamentations left in the story of his youth, but he is the lonely dream.

In the dream, love, hate, and sorrow are touching the sky and the earth; drinking a glass of grape wine, drunken life and death; making a vow of a vow, butterflies fly together. Outside the dream, cooking a cup of wine among flowers, drinking alone with the moon; sighing apart a song of separation, singing like a smug of sheng, and telling the story of the joys and sorrows of the world, and the world is impermanent.

A touch of sunset once made the dim seasons blurry and colorful, a stone once made the calm lake surface ripples; a light song once made the face in the dream red inch, and a longing once made the dry eyes cry. I miss the past, and the glorious years are thick.

The fragrance of the lotus flowers blooms in the tea of ​​memory, beautiful the face of the mirror flowers and water moon in time; the flying butterflies bring the breath of love, filled with the longing of the memory. The lotus blooms for half a lifetime, the flowers fall for a season, looking at the vast world, the vanity, nostalgia among the flowers, wandering through the world, and looking down under the mountains and rivers.

Flowers are also flying, and dreams are not dreams. Zhuang Zhou woke up from the dream, and the butterflies had already left far away, leaving behind a curtain of dreams. The future generations have been tuned through the ages and their thoughts are leisurely.

The lonely figure stood on the cliff, with tears in his eyes, gray hair, and haggard heart.

Ye Lantian looked at the sky, his voice was hoarse, and Yan Ruyu's death was a pain that he would never forget.

Who has abandoned and old for life

Whose face is haggard and the promise of a lifetime

Farewell, sadness and hatred

Weaving a dark net

Just because you are in the separation of life and death

Who, who belongs to whom

Worth waiting for a lifetime

Worth trying to be desperate for a moment

I wish you a dream of the underworld with light

Tears, shed tears for whom

Who knows the pain of tears

A glass of thin wine

Three parts of heartbreaking tears, seven parts of sorrow

For whom

The desolate land

How to carry broken tears

One day, three thousand drowning

Only me. Only you and the world

Liang Zhushuang and the butterfly fly

Stay together in Xiaohan forever

Now, the world is separated by longing

Hate. The long night without dreams

Send lovesickness to the sky

I'm waiting

Waiting for the next life to meet you again in the rolling red dust

Waiting for another cycle of reincarnation

Like my face, my thoughts are condensed for a long time, and the wind and clouds are light.

The wind is light and the clouds are light...

Everything was silent, a woman looked up at the starry sky, staring blankly, sighing:

"Smelling the vague fragrance and sweetness that remain, and looking at the rain along the footsteps of the past. Relying on each other across the river, engaging in a lifetime of love, several sorrows, and several longings, finally bringing a speechless ending. In the world, there are many loves that have finally become golden books because of imperfection, and become one after another that has left thousands of years of love...

Holding the old leaves floating on the road, the thoughts that are endlessly forgotten break out of the cocoon and become butterflies flying in the rain. Liang Zhu's sorrowful love stomps in time and space, sighing in the eternal empty flowers. Frozen tears falling on the ground. The trembling sound of the piano is stuck in the myth of flying with wings. Like crying and complaining. Through the tears of the remaining tears, the bleak hill of green tombs is isolated by the sad road. Winter thunder shook, summer rain and snow, and heaven and earth are united. I dare to keep my vow to death until death, which is transformed into the lingering of life that cannot be the same bed in life, and death is the same cave. Such love of life and death is a kind of sad and eternal! The wind! The broken years like flowers blow, this love that cannot hold my own hands, and the love that is old with my son has become the most beautiful embellishment of mythical love...

The world is like smoke, deep love is like fire, the waning moon is full of sorrow, the melancholy of the cardamom, who has stained whose stare? The dark night is like ink, whose thin back, in a trance, the desolation buried in the stars? Who is the wind and frost, which is like yesterday's watch over the hand of this life? At both ends of the magpie bridge, waiting for the reunion every year for generations? The infatuated Cowherd and the virtuous Weaver Girl perform the eternal masterpiece of the magpie wings building bridges on the seventh day of the seventh month...

If life is just like the first meeting, will there be less obsession? Then the rose-like clock stopped swinging, and who has forgotten? The endless lovesickness was broken, and a few vows were written into the faint, faint moonlight. Romeo and Juliet! That unforgettable and sad love is just a dazzling scenery in the burst of youth. If only death is the final destination after deep love, I wish to fall asleep in the deep kiss of each other, and I would not wake up again in the conflicts that the family cannot resolve...

The flying sleeves brushed past the look back at the water, and the love and sorrow danced into the sad beauty of falling snow. After several loves, they all fell into the Taohua Pool. Widths of ghosts were crying silently on the crescent moon, a cage of dust and smoke, and a romantic scroll, folded into the thousand-year-old teardrops of Loulan in the dream, and cut candles in the west window, and candles that can no longer be used to bring the fragrance to the red sleeves.

Chewing on the distant stories, permeating the charm of thousands of years. Open the title page of our story, and all the vows are waiting day and night! Endless lovesickness, endless waiting, endless expectation...! Looking through the autumn water, my dear! Have you ever heard me singing the love of the sunset every day? You who love me! Have you ever heard the attachment I wrote to you under the cold moon and cold stars? If our story can become a classic in the next life because of the imperfection of this life, then let me be alone, sit in the thin time, forget the laughter of the world. From now on! Living in the depths of poetry, playing the piano in the deep boudoir, twisting the pen on the window, burying the picturesque country for you...

Love stories in the world may have different endings. If you have not been born, and you have been old? If you have been born in the right time and the buds of love are staggered in different seasons? If you have been her husband and she has married another wife? Perhaps, it would be great if you understand that feeling. If you have truly loved each other, why should lovers finally get married...!"

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Chapter completed!