Sword Spirit: Looking for Qin Yijue

The peach has fallen, but the red fragrance remains, and the white lotus has fallen and lost its lotus pod. When the wax lamp is extinguished, there will be endless tears, and when the string is broken, the sound of frightening dreams will not stop. It's dusk and the sky boasts itself, where the cold wind brings tears. The wind is sad everywhere, and the song of a thousand bells completes the cool autumn. A page of prosperity and a page of sorrow, who will you lose after all? Even if we meet each other, we should be silent, and the rain will fall everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River. Chaos red flies over the fire, three plum blossoms and one cold. In the past, the water of the Dongjiang River was always there, and I didn't want to end up in the Nanshan Mountains. A dream is a thousand miles away, and the shadow of the past reincarnation is just a single one. Who said flowing water is the most ruthless, but whoever sees the swirling water is still thoughtful. If you don't have wine today, you will be drunk today, and your clothes will still be full of tears tomorrow. There is such a word about the wet green fir trees, which makes a line of faint tears worthwhile. A line of red letters and a line of tears, who doesn't understand?

Miluo didn't know that he was pregnant with sand, and he was carrying fragrant orchids and bent his body. In the late evening, the beauty flower abandons itself, and in the early morning, the Tingzhi moon blooms to account for spring. The nine songs of Tianwen are all high-pitched, and the fisherman's Li Sao is Su Chen. For eternity, the Dragon Boat Festival needs to be drunk, and Jia Sheng casts his fortune and falls into the past. I'm sorry, Dr. Qu Yuan, it's really embarrassing for you to have the same last name as you!

As of now, this book should be a hit. However, I have already written almost 300,000 words. If I work hard, I should be able to break one million words! In the future, my focus may not be on this book, but I will definitely not enter the palace. This can be regarded as an agreement. The current scene is about to reach the Baiqing Mountains, and the Baiqing Mountains are the highlight!

I have already started working, and the update speed is definitely not as fast as before. But I will try to update as much as possible on weekends, and I will guarantee 20,000 words a week.

Looking at what you wrote, just cut it off, as long as you can finish it! Guys, the weather is so hot that it feels like drinking fire, so I held it in for a while and wrote a song "Drinking Fire Order", it was so funny! If it were just like the first time we met, How tears have been shed. Drink Erguotou before night. The mist and rain are flying and disturbing, Climbing the stairs alone. I got drunk at the table last night, The dream doesn't stop today. Kong Fang gave up the title of marquis at thirty. I hate you so much, I hate being in the same boat. I hate not to be able to resist the wind and disappear, There is only a trace of sadness left.

Luo Xiaoyu is the intangible show-off, and Chen Yumeng is the articulate one. The aloof imperial sister is called Ruhong, and she has a thousand cute dreams. She is a virile and handsome man who often teases Yang Aofan. Nangong Li is the one behind the scenes. She has no shortage of money to spend on Qiu Xiang jade. She counts hundreds of herbs with her fingers. The hexagram shows the Yin Yang Taoist Immortal. Su Linglong is waiting for three years. Who else? I'll write again when I think of it.

After Chuangshi Sword Spirit: Searching for Qin Yijue and Qidian Online Games: The Spirit of Ten Thousand Swords, I opened the pit of Luoxia Legend in Yunqi. Well, I admire myself, and I slowly feel the feeling of writing three books at the same time. I want to go through every site on China Literature and cancel this pseudonym account. Sorry I can't add the title of the book, I'll just make do with it.

Linjiangxian Quiet night, cold wind, no one knows yet, The sad sound is empty and desolate. Leaning against the window with a plain face makes me anxious, How can you break your oath? I leave my concubine to miss the cold night. Wherever you go after being appointed king for three years, The grass is barren and the willows are depressed, Don't shed your tears back then, The pavilion is still there, It's just Yan Shuyao.

The new book passed the review, but it was sent to Hongxiu Tianxiang. I cried. I couldn't read it on QQ Reading, so I had to go to Red Sleeves to add fragrance. The name is Pingqi's Mystery. I'm sorry that I can't give the title of the book. Remember to read it!

When I had nothing to do, I found that the female channel had a category of short poems. Then I sorted out what we had written in the previous poetry club and sent it to them. If you have time, check it out. You have written the most!