A Taoist in the Mountains

The mist is coming proudly, the flowers and fruits are fragrant, and the sea is set with a stick and thousands of demons are approaching. Outside the East China Sea, in the water curtain, Qi Tianbi Gaoxian bowed. Plain clothes, tears and love poems, waiting for you to pass away before you return. When we first met, there was blood on the lips, and beauty was the first thing in the ages. The sun is burning, the earth is cold and the sky is cold, and I remember my face in tears. The jade jade is passed down, the golden bell appears, and the blood-stained mountain is the king's face. The tears of a beautiful woman, the wish of a Gu spirit, my fate is up to me and not up to God. Clear eyes and moon, soldiers and swords, looking at each other and despising the royal power. When we meet again, life will burn like a branch, and the tree's wishes in the next life will not be in vain. You will want to die, but your love will not die. Under the tree, your love will come again in the next life. When we meet again, if we don't recognize each other, a little bit of fate will be like floating in the sky. Water beads, three lives of love, ten miles of red makeup daughter's wish. Ice Ge, memories are like sand, a clear word is worth a thousand words. Extinguish the demon fire, make a wish, and the fifty-year wish will finally come true. Five-colored sticks, continue the relationship, and we will meet again after five hundred years of fate. Wearing prison clothes, Nanguo Palace, enjoying the princess's crazy thoughts. The lovesickness is strong, but a hundred years have passed, but the mountains are painted with a touch of red.

I have already planned the general direction of the plot, but the details are still a little lacking. If you have ideas, let me learn from them. Since it was my first time to write a book and I had no experience, I felt a little embarrassed when I wrote the first few chapters, but I gradually felt better afterward. But many places are not yet in place, so please give me some pointers and I will adopt any interesting ideas. In addition, this book missed the entry of new books into the library, and the results were a bit dismal, so I shamelessly asked for a wave of flower evaluation votes.

One sword, one infatuation One flute, one shirt, one beauty On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the bamboo pavilion in Huaihe River and the sheath and flute cuddled together, with no regrets. On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, Huaishui Bamboo Pavilion Huaizhu has passed away, and the sword's heart has been lost. A flute, a shirt, a passing person One sword, one soldier, one soldier Although Huaizhu is a concubine, Hegemon does not have a wife

I didn't write it well before, it's extremely poisonous! Please skip to the back

This quiet book review area makes me wonder if anyone has read this book. If so, give it a shout!

Starting tomorrow, write more

Yes, the idea is okay, but the pig's feet are not introduced well at the beginning, and the realm needs to be divided first.

It feels like you wrote it based on a combination of Korean dramas, Japanese dramas and domestic bitter dramas.

It doesn't matter if I accept Hong Hong or not. It doesn't matter if I accept Hong Hong or not. Let me know if I accept Hong Hong.

Could it be that the memory he lost happened to belong to Huaizhu?