Pseudo Fast Travel: Qianxun Pavilion

Who is listening to the rain turning into sand? Who is looking at the blood-stained flowers... He once traveled the world with a sword, A young man in Tsing Yi returns home... It was obviously the rain turning into sand... It's obviously the blood-stained flower... It's obviously you who will travel to the end of the world with your sword, But it's strange that it's fog instead of flowers that returns... Wearing a green shirt and white clothes when going out, They all came back stained with blood... Who holds a sword and a horse and travels across the rivers and lakes? Who has not returned? Things are different and people are different... The country is picturesque, Prosperous as a brocade... Who is sighing softly? The road is as new as before, Flowers bloom for a moment... Who is waiting for the boy's return? The sound of the flute makes the rain turn into sand, Shengge and nine moons stain the flowers with blood... The young man walks on the dusty road of rivers and lakes, After all, this life has a different path... Who is listening to the rain turning into sand... Who is looking at the blood-stained flowers... Who has ever wielded a sword in the world... Who brings the glory all the way...

In the end, Fengge dances in the sky, who can stop the world from falling...

They see me as the light in the darkness. Who knew that the darkness was originally brought by me. --Yue Ran

The order of Chapter 26 and Chapter 25 is reversed... The little ones can see how much they can

They see me as the light in the darkness. Who knew that the darkness was originally brought by me. --Yue Ran

Who is listening to the rain turning into sand? Who is looking at the blood-stained flowers... He once traveled the world with a sword, A young man in Tsing Yi returns home... It was obviously the rain turning into sand... It's obviously the blood-stained flower... It's obviously you who will travel to the end of the world with your sword, But it's strange that it's fog instead of flowers that returns... Wearing a green shirt and white clothes when going out, They all came back stained with blood... Who holds a sword and a horse and travels across the rivers and lakes? Who has not returned? Things are different and people are different... The country is picturesque, Prosperous as a brocade... Who is sighing softly? The road is as new as before, Flowers bloom for a moment... Who is waiting for the boy's return? The sound of the flute makes the rain turn into sand, Shengge and nine moons stain the flowers with blood... The young man walks on the dusty road of rivers and lakes, After all, this life has a different path... Who is listening to the rain turning into sand... Who is looking at the blood-stained flowers... Who has ever wielded a sword in the world... Who brings the glory all the way...

In the end, the sugar has broken, and finally the grass and trees are deep... There is no longer that sugar-addicted boy with tiger teeth in the world... Only Xue Chengmei, who has lived a life of extreme suffering and unforgivable evil... A person who is unforgivable will not be able to live like a gentle breeze and a bright moon. He can only be an evil hooligan... Be beautiful, be beautiful... If it is successful, whose beauty is it... How can you be the beauty of others and feel at ease...

Listen to the wind blowing, Falling out of thousands of prosperity... Drunk and dreaming, Whose heart is surrounded by smoke and clouds... Three feet of white water chestnut, the flowers drift away... Once crazy, wearing red clothes. I dream several times, and the flowers fall among the flowers. .................. Flying flower shadow, In the end, it was Bai Ling who haunted my heart... The water is gone, He once laid down his life for one person... .................. He was once unparalleled in splendor, Finally, we are one person, giving up our arrogance... ..................

"In the end, the person holding the umbrella is missing, and the white clothes will bring disaster to this world."

There is no male protagonist in this article. . . . . . . . . . . .