The Vast Sea

Indescribable

Don't dream like this. It is not similar to pine and bamboo, nor is it orchid. The old moon clears the flute, and the dark fragrance fills the sleeping Luo Qi. Even with the beauty of the country, I will never forget the jade branches and jade pistils. You can see that all the deep red has fallen, and it rained rouge all night. That's it. But speechless. But participating in business is far away, and the clouds are far away. New white wax paper, who can hate the bottom of the painting? I can't bear to look at my past life, my past life, and my vast expanse of smoke and water. From now on, the green front is cold and the sky is frosty. Picture source shows the Begonia flower, the campus flower of Tianda University, Xifu Begonia.

The scholar was hospitalized some time ago and cannot update. I hope everyone can be patient and give the scholar some time to recuperate. Believe that a scholar cannot be a eunuch

Come on! Awesome!

Little Sandalwood wrote about Begonia, so I'll move the bones. I just happened to drink a glass of Wusu, and I'm already getting drunk. I can't think clearly. Don't blame me. Using the tone of Linjiangxian's words. I might try something else next time, such as Shengchazi, Partridge Sky, Yulouchun, Gengluozi or something else. That's it. . . Let's get started. The boat is painted with spiders in hand, and green clams are dotted on the palms with gurgling jade. The running water stopped and was diverted by the stone. Take a closer look at the way of time, and you will see the mountains and rivers moving with forceps. After thousands of years of being banished to immortality, the yin and yang changed and the time came. When all the blood is gone, the demon will lean on his bones. The balcony is of good color, and the white jade is a gift to the real person. If there is no suitable picture, please use the scenery you took. If anyone has one, you can send it to me and I will change it

Scholar, come on, don't give up. I hope this time can be completed from beginning to end 😭. I invested and followed up on the investment from the reckless man before, and the result was...😭, but I haven't given up yet. I came back and invested and pursued investment again this time, so scholar, don't give up, keep working ✊

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Welcome back Scholar😂Always support you

I really like the protagonist Bai Yanliang 😰😰 Half of the charm lies in the dungeon, and half of the charm lies in Bai Yanliang. Is there any objection?

Chasing from above the fog, I didn't expect that the fog was the starting point. It's such a pity. I like Song Que and Yu Wenxuan so much, and the secrets of the two Bai brothers haven't been figured out yet... Moreover, it's not easy to come across a rules article that resonates with my thoughts? Are there any websites with smaller restrictions on these? Where can I write about supernatural things? By the way, how is this book? I haven't read much of Xianxia yet. Will the author come back?

Four generations under one roof

From now on, I will give up on books written by scholars.

Study building, add one lesson on the first floor, there are currently eight weeks of advanced mathematics courses left... (It can not only save the usual time, but also increase the contribution points)

The vast sea is vast, and one person is only a drop of a millimeter. Passers-by from EMI, who will decide whether to stay or stay? A passionate scholar and a passionate man. I feel sorry for digging a hole and leaving.

May you become what you like, without compromising, with freedom and radiance. May you always be like a young man, clean and pure, seeing evil but still believing in kindness. May your eyebrows remain as they were before, the years will remain the same, the corners of your eyes will smile, and the years will not stain your brows. May your life always be warm and your days always gentle and shining. May you still ride the wind and waves despite the vicissitudes of life. May you be gentle but strong, kind but sharp. May you walk through thorns and remain strong.

Waiting for updates every day, I found out after reading the post that the author is sick. I hope the author will recover soon and his writing is really good. I also hope the author will look up at the sky more often in the hospital to conceive the plot. . . . 🙂

Canghai Youyou and Monster Book and Monster Chronicles are so good at writing fairy tales but the author doesn't like to write them. .

I have turned from a fan to a fan, and I am now a small fan of the four books. With this mentality, I suggest you find a job.

Just draw some weird things, such as snakes with arms and legs. One person will build it once a day, and draw one on the 20th floor (๑¯ω¯๑). If you want to see it, just give me some hard work |･ω･)ﾉ.

Slaying demons and eliminating evil regardless of three lives, the big fish and begonia suddenly seemed like a dream. (1) When this scene was reflected in the Fucang treasure map, she somehow remembered the deep pool again. The water deep in the pool was as cold as the rain that day. It rained so hard that day that she lay on the ground and watched her warm blood gradually cool down. The rain started suddenly that day, as it usually does in this season. Thunder rolled past, and the cold rain passed through the roof of the ruined temple and fell on her body. Are the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in the temple watching? The ground was also cold, and the accumulated layer of water was like a mirror, twisting and swaying with the falling rain, reflecting her skinny and broken body. She knew that this date was going to be in trouble, but she never thought that it would cost her her life. If he had known it earlier, who would do this for him? How silly. There seemed to be begonia flowers falling in front of my eyes, with light and soft petals carrying an ethereal fragrance. She slept under the flowers, and pieces of fallen flowers covered her body. But she knew it was an illusion. Looking down from above, the ruined temple is dark and silent, except for her blood, which is bright and sad, as red as the begonias on the ground, from its peak to its decay, and finally fades away, disappearing into the silent flowing rain. Looking at the scene in this picture now after a lifetime, she still cannot be completely unmoved as she is so cold and self-possessed. Looking back after many years, the flowers in Chang'an City are still beautiful, the fireworks are still moving, and the world is still intoxicating, but the people are no longer the same people. In her desolate dreams and at night when her soul returned, she often saw those vague fragments, guessing her origin as a big fish. Maybe there is a beautiful person in the willow tree under the moon. No matter the wind or snow, they just look forward to being with each other and living a peaceful life. But that was Haitang. Haitang, a human girl from the streets of Chang'an back then, was not her. At the beginning of this life, she became a big fish and practiced in a deep pool in Shanyin. The water in the pond is clear and clear, and the spiritual energy is rich, but it is also too lonely. Year after year, on the Red Lotus Night, river lanterns drift from a distance, their weak and soft light reflected on the dark and cold water, carrying the fireworks in Chang'an City and the moonlight on the anvil, lingering towards the sky. From time to time, a few lights strayed into this place and lingered on the surface of the pool. The dim light reflected the shadows of the mountains, slowly exhausting the light little by little. At this time, she would always stick out of the water, look at these river lanterns, and see these lingering joys and sorrows that she did not understand. The mortal world is as short-lived as a mirror, and half a lifetime is just an empty dream. If you want to find immortality, you need to cut off your emotions and desires. She has always known and always done this. Only on such a desolate night, she would feel a slight sadness, not heavy, just like a gentle sigh, but lingering in her heart for a long time. (2) The first time Yan Baigu saw Yunxia Liudao, the new Haitang Sword Master, was when the sun was rising. The night dew was still lingering in the mountains and fields, and wisps of sunlight passed through the clouds and shone on the dewy grass blades. They were shiny, like the scales on her side, shining with tiny pieces of colorful light. There is frost and snow between her eyebrows, and there is a breeze of pine and cypress on her skirts. She stood there, as if orchids were growing in the empty valley, or as if bamboos were standing on the waterside. She came to look for him and asked him to help find someone in exchange for the Xuantian Mirror. Monk Tianlong. Yan Baigu has heard of him. "I don't know where he is now, but I hope you can help me find him and eliminate this fate between us." She looked calm. Yan Baigu smiled: "This fate between you two has not faded in several lifetimes, are you sure it will work this time?" Haitang looked directly into his eyes and said, "We must try our best." "Okay." "I tried my best to steal it from where it is, but I don't know how long you can keep it." Yan Baigu raised the corner of his lips and smiled: "Miss Haitang, but you can't trust me? I have agreed to find the person within three days. I will find the person within three days. By then, I hope Miss Haitang can give up this mirror." Baitang said coldly: "This is natural."

At someone's request, I was forced to draw a portrait of her (people are so weird nowadays)

The Canghai Easter Egg Chapter is released. Although it is not a scholar's card, but... Everyone, go and watch!

Because someone's head got hot (yes, it was me), after extensive discussions in the group (just two people), and the coffee machine (crossed out) the wonderful performance of the coffee machine in this chapter. I have now made the following decision (serious): Create a fan column called Cang Haizhi, and express the stories of the characters in the book in classical Chinese, so as to satisfy me (cross out) and enrich everyone's viewing experience.