Unexpectedly, he was taught into hate and sorrow in the end.

The breeze brushed.

The fasters that were stacked together were blown up, and the revenge lamp pressed the paper with the lacquered mask. The newly painted star watch exposed a corner from the edge of the mask.

The star watch is far away, and it turns around. Ordinary people can only see the thirty -six stars in the sky, but in fact, the stars are far more than 36. There is a city in the ground, there is a star in the sky, but many cities are too small, so the corresponding star light is too dim, and it cannot be discovered.

After the division of the night, the sky no longer exists, and the empty Sangbaishi will no longer exist, but the sun and the moon will continue to circulate. Mu Tiaoso re -turned into the original return. However, even if he is the ancestor of Taiyi, it is difficult to obey his conscience and say that the Taiyi arithmetic calendar is outstanding ...

Ten Taiyi swordsmen have scarce talents.

For a while and a half, he can only be once every year by him, and then leave a detailed school watch to let the disciples of Taiyi do it according to the table.

But this is not a long -term method.

It's not what he wants.

At the beginning of the empty mulberry, the god of the gods, the sun and the moon, and the four o'clock, I never thought about making everything owned by myself.

From Jinwu to the sun, Xuan Rabbit hugs the moon, and the Tianshiyin Road is because of lack of vitality in the world, and it is difficult to inherit the sun and moon. When the stars are in the sky, the wind comes to the wind, the earth's yin and yang follow the worst, the sun and the moon will follow the order, no need to carry and control ... can master the rising and the moon, the life and death of all sentient beings, it is a kind of Too terrible power.

More terrible than any weapon in the world.

Taiyi is determined, and it may not become the second day, the second empty mulberry. It can master the sun and the moon, it is too heavy burden and too dangerous test. Even if Tai Yi can not change his heart for thousands of years and thousands of years, you must always face all kinds of suspicion of others.

Rumors, the target of the criticism.

It's too easy to destroy jealousy suspicion.

All kinds of kinds of young disciples should not be carried by those young disciples who split bamboo.

"Allow, let me give you a day clock."

Qiu Boofan smiled, fiddled with the red plum petals on the rice paper, and rows them one by one to line up a star dragon with a candle.

"A clock hanging on the sky."

Use the stars to make its scale, use the sun and the moon to make its pointer, and use □□ to make its gear.

"The sun and the moon are shining with thick soil, with the Niubi Pond, the city is stars, and the sun and the moon are led by the sun.

From then on, there is no need to run around Jinwu and Xuan Rabbit, so there is a rising and falling.

From then on, it is not necessary to have a lengthy, and Tiaoluo is staggered.

The unable to do what the past did not achieve.

Pick up today.

In fact, he should continue to calculate the position of the star watch, but tonight, the moon is white, the wind is light and the snow falls, and the beauty is so tired.

At night, you should sit in front of the window to see the scenery.

The window should be semi -open and half, leave a fans to the moonlight, and leave a flower shadow. If the two are together, they should also put on a thick big sacrifice. One person beats an umbrella, one person closes the sleeves, and goes to the snow to cut a plum. Umbrellas need to be oily, right red, do not have any landscape and ink painting, and do n’t have any words to accompany the mediocrity. The big puppet should be a thick velvet with the edge, don't be white or gray, the deepest black black color embroidered with a circle of corners.

Want to pick flowers, no one can make an umbrella.

Want to drink, no one bakes.

Then be lazy.

Just one night.

"Aluo, someone always writes me long and short poems and presents me with a treasure pavilion pearl, do you know that?" His fingertips fiddled with the red plum petals that fell on the table, and Qiu Bodeng suddenly turned his lips slightly, smiling. The eyebrows were raised, and the tone was a little narrow, "In the storybook, it is probably a play that takes advantage of the emptiness."

The row of bells is jingling, and the ethereal spirit is endless.

Plum trees beside Tianchi are cold and cold, like a lonely figure.

You don’t need to think about it, you know that if someone is in front of you, you will definitely be sulking without saying a word. If you turn your head, you should pull out the scarlet sword with a cold face, and give the daring guy a good time… It’s not right, if someone is there, those people No chance to be bold. Previously in Candle South, the Sunrise Sea Gate opened, and Qianzhou approached him. It was not enough for someone to wrap him tightly in a black cloak, and he had to row the light boat faster than anything else.

The plum blossoms on the table spin without wind.

Qiu Bodeng snorted softly, picked up the red plum petals, sent it into the breeze, and scolded, "Be careful."

The petals fell into the wind and spun together with the white snow, dark red and plain white, like lovers relying on each other.

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore."

Qiu Bodeng tilted his head to see the red plum and snowflakes dancing in the wind, lazily put his chin on the overlapping fingers, and admitted generously to the white moon wheel on the dark blue night.

"Alo, I miss you."

Nothing to hide, nothing to deny.

Like is like, miss is miss.

He used to be the god in the cloud who pushed the stars and the moon, and he was also the little master of Taiyi who acted recklessly, but there was a man in black clothes who touched his brow in the depths of the lotus flower in the Jingchi. Stubbornly called him Jiaojiao, and added two words, stamped and stamped, saying, "My."

It's really funny to think about it, how can the dignified world of heaven be so naive?

Who's who is who, it's always been a child's word.

When I grow up, I know that people are fickle and friendships change easily. Everyone is a wandering and alert soul. Even if they share the same bed, they are often just two people alone. Only the children who are still jumping and kicking stones under the old tree like to put their own marks on everything and declare what belongs to them.

But he agreed.

So all kinds of identities in the past have become clouds, and from now on he belongs to only one person.

Childish be childish.

It's better to be childish together than to be crazy alone.