Jianghuxing

This article will not be included in V, the plot development is slow, the early plot style is relatively dark, and the emotional line is slow Ancient poetry version: The diseased bones are deep in the courtyard, The sword rings in the sky for fifteen winters. When the candle is extinguished, the soul travels across the vast world, The new pistil of the medicine valley shines brightly into the eyes. This body is still fluffy in the wind, The furnace fire and cinnabar continue to survive. Suddenly I saw in the mirror that spring had arrived, Life is like a gossamer tied to thin ice. How willing is it to be buried in the dust? I want to use the rivers and lakes to temper my sword. Plain clothes brush against the snow of thousands of mountains, The medicine bag hides the love of herbs. Fortunately, I met a close friend and crossed the same boat. Laughing and talking about the stars and the moon, getting drunk on the evening breeze. The fragrance of the medicine filled with the bare hands fills the sleeves, The clear eyes reflect the moon, and the first thoughts are sprouting. The past is like smoke and the old path is lost, The hometown is illuminated by lights and shadows. The laughter and joy are still in my ears, Suddenly the frost blade broke through the warm cage. My best friends are scattered across the world, Jianghu night rain times more lonely. The sudden rain washes away the innocence, Qian Renbing gradually condensed between his eyebrows. Clues to Tibetan Pharmacopoeia, The past is revealed in its ups and downs. What's the meaning behind the warm words? The depth of the valley is unfathomable, whether it is cloudy or sunny. Even though I know there will be wind and snow on the road ahead, The fire in the heart is not extinguished and it shines through the night. The broken blade still retains three points of will, The remaining body dares to cry out to injustice. The fragrance of the medicine melts away the tears in the rivers and lakes, Plain clothes are dyed with mountain flowers red. The name is originally a wish for peace, This place of peace of mind is the return journey. Even if the body turns into a meteor and passes away, The shadow of the sword remains in the blue waves. Vernacular version: Locked in the deep courtyard by illness since childhood, Kong spent fifteen winters with a heart longing to fight swords in the world. When the oil is gone and the lamp is dry, the soul seems to be floating to a wider world. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a strange valley, filled with the fragrance of medicine and full of vitality. But this body is still as fragile as catkins in the wind. Relying on the medicine furnace and elixirs, he could barely continue his life like a kite with its string cut off. Suddenly, I realized that the self in the mirror had ushered in the sixteenth spring. But life is still like a gossamer, tied to thin ice and may break at any time. How can you be willing to let your youth gather dust on the sick bed? I want to go to the rivers and lakes to sharpen the sword in my heart with wind and rain! Put on plain clothes and walk through the snow covering thousands of mountains, The medicine bag contains herbs that can help the world, as well as my affection. Fortunately, I met a close partner on the road and we were in the same boat. Talking and laughing under the starlight and moonlight, and immersed in the gentle evening breeze. And those fragrant hands sorting herbs, The clear eyes reflected the moonlight, and a special feeling quietly emerged. The memories of the past fifteen years are like smoke covering the old road, The lights of Yaowang Valley in my hometown have become blurry in my memories. The laughter and laughter of the past still seem to echo in my ears, But the warm illusion was suddenly torn apart by the cold reality. Those close friends are gradually scattered all over the world, I was left alone, feeling lonely in the night rain in the rivers and lakes. The sudden change washed away my innocence, The perseverance of a thousand feet of ice gradually condensed between his brows. In the yellowed ancient pharmacopoeia, clues were found, Disturbing silhouettes emerge from the fog of the past. What is hidden behind those gentle words? The true appearance of the deep valley, whether it is sunny or cloudy, is no longer clear. Even though we know that the road ahead will be windy, snowy, and difficult, But the light in my heart will never go out, illuminating the dark night! Even if only the broken sword is left in his hand, he still retains three points of unyielding ambition. Dragging this broken body, I also want to scream for the injustice in my heart! Use this medicinal fragrance to soothe the tears shed in the rivers and lakes, Plain clothes will eventually reflect the flowers blooming in the mountains. My name is "Peace", which is the deepest wish from my relatives. Now I understand that the place where the heart finds peace is the real journey home. Even if my life flies across the sky as briefly as a meteor, The sword light that pursues chivalry and pursues dreams will surely exist in the blue waves of the rivers and lakes forever! The author said casually: This is the first book, please take care of me. I have this idea for two or three years, and I am just writing it now. The third dimension has been busy recently, so it may be even slower????? Intention: She is like a sword stuck in the frozen soil, the edge is pointed at the enemy, but the handle is always left for her to hold tightly.