Magical Comprehensive Travel

Flowers on the Wudu River, take root on the two cliffs.

Looking for a cloud in September, I would like to stay with the Qin family.

See the cliff collapse above, and see the white water turbulence below.

Where the immortals played chess, there was a green radish plate on the stone.

There is nowhere to ask for a jade boy, only Lin Luan is in the shadows.

Qianxi met the new moon and talked about playing the jade qin.

I saw Mu Hantian took out the short green jade, with a hook on the corner of his mouth, and muttered: "See if you can stop my attack."

Beneath the cliff, a beautiful figure leaped over the tops of the trees in the woods, as light as a flying swallow, stepping on the leaves, the leaves did not fluctuate at all.

Her figure like a curling green smoke is shadowed in the mercury-like morning light, and the soft light of countless crystal dust rolls lightly on her white as creamy skin, as if trying to smear her snow-free skin of a merman. Layer powdered rouge.

The lips are as soft and beautiful as the rose petals quietly blooming, and the texture is clear and transparent like jade, but the skin is light and greasy, and the face is brighter than the snow, and the lips are like beautiful cherry blossoms.

She has a pair of purple pupils that are as bright as a piece of purple chalcedony, and there seems to be fine water flowing beside her eyes.

Her face is supported by a thin layer of veil. This thin wall is like a stone wall that separates her from the whole world, so that she always has the unique temperament of being far away from the world and being as peaceful as a fairy, but her figure is also because of It becomes even more lonely, intriguing, enviable.

She has long soft hair like cloud brocade and water satin with a faint purple light. Someone gently tied a small half-ring bun with a silver hairpin inlaid with purple dragon crystal for her, wrapped it with a ribbon and shaped it with a pair like hers. The jade-like hand is crowned with a silver ring of flowers, inlaid with five amethysts, and a soft layer of silver gauze silk paper is applied beside the ring. The white magnolia flower carved from suet, with its heart inlaid with waxy and cloudy purple jade, is lifelike.

She was wearing a green dress, with a leather belt wrapping her embossed and exquisite figure, with two tufts of black gauze ribbons rustling down, the wide white left sleeve and right wristband were densely sewn with purple swaying patterns, and the back It is a fan, with a copper moon and a sun hanging on the left and right, which means the sun and the moon are shining.

Under the skirt is a pair of long thin white and soft legs, made of a layer of silk cloth with black patterns, which makes her legs more slender and beautiful. On the left leg hangs a copper bell the size of a fist, which jingles when she walks. . Her slender feet are wearing a pair of pointed shoes, which is pitiful.

I saw that the girl suddenly stood down, looked up slightly at the stone wall, and murmured, "This song...it sounds familiar...but..."

After thinking about it, the girl turned around and jumped along the stone wall to the suspended ceiling. Under the footsteps, you can see a few leaves floating.

As the girl jumped up, the flute sound became clearer and clearer.

A night of blizzard, horseshoes stepping on the stars

Swords in abundance

Blood on the dyed annual rings of the barren city

I use my life to write down

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The long pavilion and the short pavilion sent one ride after another

The moon is cold and the oil lamps are exhausted in the alleys and a few more changes

Blue silk is completed, autumn frost sighs a few pots of hot tears and cold

The sound of the pipa was once still waiting

The sunset outside the frontier is gradually twilight, I can't see you on your way back

The old tree, withered vine, dim crow, still refuses to settle down

Moonlight secretly looks at the poor fate

The annual rings of the years are sincere again

Can't get over the dust

Three feet in the ground is only for the reincarnated soul to exchange your birthday

Reciting a red string of cause and effect knots in the afterlife

Embroidery Needle Needle Hate Sewing Mandarin Duck's Pillow

I will spend my life waiting for you

wait for fate seriously

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The long pavilion and the short pavilion sent one ride after another

The moon is cold and the oil lamps are exhausted in the alleys and a few more changes

Blue silk is completed, autumn frost sighs a few pots of hot tears and cold

The sound of the pipa was once still waiting

The sunset outside the frontier is gradually twilight, I can't see you on your way back

The old tree, withered vine, dim crow, still refuses to settle down

Moonlight secretly looks at the poor fate

The annual rings of the years are sincere again

Can't get over the dust

Three feet in the ground is only for the reincarnated soul to exchange your birthday

Reciting a red string of cause and effect knots in the afterlife

Embroidery Needle Needle Hate Sewing Mandarin Duck's Pillow

I will spend my life waiting for you

wait for fate seriously

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As soon as Xiao Sheng fell, the girl came to the top of the cliff. I saw a man holding Xiao with both hands to his mouth, black hair tied with a white ribbon, and a long snow-white coat. A white sash with long spikes is tied around the waist, and a piece of suet white jade is tied on the waist, and the outer cover is soft smoke and veil. The eyebrows grow into the temples, the slender and gentle eyes, the straight nose bridge, and the fair skin.

Sword-like eyebrows flew diagonally into a few strands of black hair under the corners of his temples. A handsome profile face with impeccable facial contours.

Across the veil, the girl's cherry lips moved and said, "This flute... have I ever heard it?"

The voice was soft and a little cold, making people feel like she didn't eat the fireworks of the world.

Mu Hantian twitched the corner of his mouth, put down Yu Xiao, and said with a smile, "This flute was created by myself, what's the matter? Is there any problem, girl?"

"Create your own? Do you know what this flute is called?" the girl said coldly.

"No talent, Zai named it "Fate"." Mu Hantian said lightly.

"What is 'fate'?" The girl's tone became a little calmer, not as indifferent as before.

"Fate to accumulate blessings, hearing the scriptures is like a relative." Mu Hantian looked at the girl and smiled.

Hearing Mu Hantian's words, the girl fell silent. The breeze blew gently, and the veil on the face of the young girl Pingting floated gently, and her purple hair was flying behind her.

When Mu Hantian saw her, he knew who she was. The only women with purple hair in Qin Shizhong were Zi Nu and Shao Siming. And the woman in front of her could only be Shao Siming.

Shao Siming saw Mu Hantian looking at her quietly, a faint blush appeared on his face. I saw the girl coldly said: "You are not allowed to play this flute in front of people in the future, otherwise..." The girl's eyes were as cold as ice, and she said: "The ends of the earth, I will kill you too."

"Uh!" Mu Hantian was sweating, and said, "Why is this?"

"You don't deserve to know!" With that, the girl turned her left index finger, and many leaves immediately appeared in the air. With a wave of her left hand, the girl walked away on the leaves.

Looking at the girl who had gone away, Mu Hantian shook his head with a smile, and said, "Beautiful people take flowers as their appearance, birds as their sounds, moon as their god, willow as their form, jade as their bones, and ice and snow as their skin. , with autumn water as its posture, and destiny as its heart."

"Over at Jiucheng... It's almost time to go to the end." After speaking, Mu Hantian moved his feet and jumped in the direction of Jicheng.