If the wind clears, I will remember each other for a long time, and I will draw a fan with ink to return my old friend.
Bai Moli is a rising star in the world of cultivation. When he was weak, he became famous in one battle and was promoted to fifth place on the Immortal Ranking. People all over the world say that "Ling Ran's sword fell on the green mountains, and the bones withered and laughed in the spring breeze", it is the best sword in the world. Respected as Lord Jiyue.
After sharing the stars and the sun, the talented young man chose to hide in the world after becoming famous, making it difficult for the world to see Mr. Jiyue again. During the ten years of seclusion, countless aristocratic families and capable people wanted to marry Lord Jiyue.
Rumor has it that Jiyuejun is as beautiful as the moon and looks as good as Pan An, and the words of praise are as endless as the stars in the night sky, overflowing with every detail of his artistic conception. Such a beauty, if you get it, you will fall into the world.
Bai Moli, who is far away in the world: Thank you! Who wrote the picture book blindly every day, and a man wrote it into a fairy!
Bai Moli is very distressed. Everyone in the world is stupid and always thinks that the beauty they imagine really exists. I feel that I am beautiful, but I really don't have that fairy air. What he is like Wen Meiyu, the young master is unparalleled in the world, are all nonsense written by the world.
Today's Ji Yuejun is also so impressed by the painting that he covers his vest and doesn't panic!
Small theater
People: Lord Jiyue is truly a model for famous people in the world! Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are at their peak. The name of the piano floats like a ring, and it winds around the beam for three days, like a thread, and the beads fall on the jade plate...
Bai Moli: I'm not, I haven't, don't talk nonsense.
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The hypocritical young man and the beauty are attacked by the true gentleman and his high IQ
I am your present life, but I will not become your past.
Intention: The fate of past and present lives cannot be continued