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A thousand years' dream, the past is like water. The end of the song is over. Thousands of years of old dreams were awakened. Qingyun appears, the dream is immortal, the wind and rain are rustling, and the flowers fall after drinking for one night. Looking back and smiling, looking for the truth and thinking about the middle way. Think long, hate faint, crazy heart want to rely on wine to clear their worries. Who will leave sorrow if a thousand glasses of wine are not drunk? Sigh, ask the world, but for whom is one thing? Heaven and earth are heartless, what is Tao? Wandering around the world, wandering around the world. Is it the smile of the beast god staring at the world for thousands of years? Are they tears? What is uncertain is hope? Is it despair? Life is for Iraq, and I am willing to die for Iraq. Why can't we be together? Since the world doesn't allow me, why don't I kill the world! I have a bitter heart in the blood hole, so I can't bear to look back, regret and get along with it. The golden bell cover is brittle and eats blood by mistake, and people always accuse it of infatuation all his life. The bell swallows flowers, and the figure is getting thinner and frosty. Love is bitter, life is bitter, and infatuation is just heartless. Cutting acacia is far away, and acacia is bitter. A few times, it's hard to be negative. Ten years of love and a hundred years of crossing, lovesickness is not cut, and I can't bear to care. The moon is like frost, and people are hurt like floating flowers. Ten years, three thousand years, I hope we don't forget each other. Ten thousand people go to the end of the world, and they will never go far. Children's intentions are always stupid. The sky is high and the sea is wide, and all beings crawl. There are ten thousand stars, the moon is bright, the sky is cold, as cold as frost. It's ridiculous. Everything is like a straw dogs. Whoever built the rain turned over the cloud! Drinking at night, once the meaning of the beast god, is very sad to think of it after the vicissitudes of life. White hair and withered lamps travel all over the world, and once lonely, they turn into hangovers. Zhang Xiaofan idiot Fan Xiao has tasted everything in the world one by one. His will seems stronger than steel, but his heart is broken. Leaving only a trace of heart. Fan Xiao, a teenager, is worried about his youth and decadence, but when he feels cold, he doesn't know his youth. Heaven has eyes, but man is heartless. Wyndell dichinson Qingyun hates fainting. People who are never frank in the world, why not be imprisoned by fate. The sky laughs and hates, and heaven and earth are cruel to all dogs. Yulinling, ghosts and Li care for each other, white as snow, and green as Tsing Yi. Looking at the fox without thinking, you can't hold hands, and you can't be with him. For more than a decade, the haze has been boundless. The beautiful and clear bamboo has dried up to my heart, but I can't forget it on the ice bed. Who is right? I don't know how to redeem it-soul eaters swept away all the soil in southern Xinjiang, looking for a good prescription, but it was disappointing. When the liquor enters the throat, you should drink it to eliminate thousands of troubles, but unexpectedly, when the wine enters the intestine, it increases the troubles! Lu Xueqi Xue Qirong: The nine-day fairy fell into the mortal world, her eyes were soft and her soul was captured. The white hair has not swept the red face, and the red lips have long been bruised. Lu Xueqi is lonely and miserable. She dances in her clothes at night. Leng Yue hangs in the air, the wind blows the veil, and my heart is broken. Head down to the flowers, and the east wind will play tricks on you. The face is better than the whole city, but it is emotional and the eyebrows are very light. The white clothes of Lu Xueqi Bodhisattva are as cold as snow, and the sky is clear and bright. Standing in the cold wind, to whom does the heart belong? Ten years have passed and I am in a trance like a dream. The soul devours the sky and sees it, but the heart groans. Fairy Lu Xueqi, the descendant of nine fairies. How many times can you smell it in the world? White clothes are better than snow and cold days. Help each other through thick and thin. The heart secretly promises the dead soul. No one can dance sword in the back hill. Where is the tearful bamboo? Cut off lovesickness and beauty. Do inverse acts, no regrets. People who live alone are haggard. Hairpin Phoenix sighs that Xue Qi's sword edge is full of worries. The world of mortals has been desolate since ancient times. Self-doubt, single-mindedness, amateur, endless thinking. Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! People will never forget when they wake up. After a thousand glasses of wine, I sigh the blue mountains, and the cold and frost coagulate at night, making my sorrow longer. Sword in the setting sun, singing crazy. Cool! Cool! Cool! The moon in Lu Xueqi is full of frost and soul, but now I just want to meet each other. The bamboo forest is stormy at night, and the lonely cliff is snowy. I know I have a heart for you, so I don't want to be afraid of disobeying my teacher. What floor is Jun on? Baguio is untitled. Baguio Kyushu's yin spirits sing together, and the gods and demons want it together. It's painful to give my blood to God. Three lives and seven lives only miss you. What's wrong with being stuck in Yamaraja forever? When you are sad because of your feelings, you will not regret your infatuation even if you die. When will Baguio sing in spring and return to spring? No place knows where the soul floats and dreams. Broken-hearted women have cried, and sad flowers want to leave. Time flies, and the river of acacia is difficult to cross. On that day, the double shadow seemed to be in front of us, but now the dream is still far away. The world is far away, tears are a little, and life and death are easy to judge. Flying in the butterfly's dream, there are faint flowers floating in the bamboo forest. I only know that as a gentleman, I don't care about this life to save you from danger. I will be an infatuated person in the world, and I will bear it with you. I will never smell the bloodshed made with the blood of cuckoo in this life and the next. You know, love and hate have been let go several times, which is the most difficult to get rid of. Yao's analysis is broken and scattered, and he is lonely for thousands of years. How heartless the humanitarian witch is, it is easy to kill and catch. But I didn't see the infatuation on Qingyun Mountain. Why are flowers flying all over the sky red? Fu Biyao's strange flowers are cold and arrogant, and the bell is eternal. See the truth in the blood hole and follow you all my life. Ten years in the icehouse, I don't regret losing my soul. There is only infatuation and resentment between heaven and earth, and the fairy proves the true gentleman. Hua Lian's death in Baguio is also real and illusory. Looking at the bottom of the well, there are many people's hearts. Good and evil will never stand together, and I dare to go against the sky for Iraq. Who can ask immediately with a horizontal stick? Ten years of memories make memories become memories. I beg to be alone in your boudoir, but I don't care if Bodhi provokes dust particles! Tian Linger is full of talent and energy, and her charming daughter is flying. Noodles are full of love and flowers, and smiles are fragrant in spring. Cool orbs are connected harmoniously, amber Zhu Ling and Yuanyang. For example, the happiness of water and time, I didn't care about the waves in that year. Operator Tian Linger Zhu Ling wrapped around her waist, and the faucet warmed her heart. If you decide to be private on Hongqiao, do you know resentment? I have no intention of preaching Buddhism, but I am affectionate. Childhood friends broke up in discord, goodbye. The little white fox faces the world. Why isn't it beautiful? Make new friends in the valley of incense burning, and remember old feelings in the mysterious altar of fire. After a hundred years of binge drinking, Wan Li's dream returned to midnight. I don't laugh when I sleep. I must be debt-free and light! Xijiangyue Xiaobai entered the world in nine days, and Qing Li bravely served the public. A hundred years in prison trapped the mysterious altar of fire, and once it screamed loudly. Today, I miss Qishan and lament ignorance and resentment. Is it a strange way to prevent Qingyun disciples from cherishing the inheritance of blood? You Ji and You Ji are omnipotent, known as Suzaku, but now Xuan Shang is a friendly machine. The difference between good and evil is a feud, and water and fire are our enemies. This fierce battle was dedicated to heroism. When it was heard, the public praised the majestic. I didn't know that after the ancestral temple, I stopped dancing in white. You Ji had gauze on his face and a wound on his heart, just beside the wilderness road in Shi Ting. Dimfragrance went to find her way, but she saw a pale white dress. After a hundred years of thinking, I will never forget it, and it is hard to remember it. Lan Jian in white, defiant. The magical distance is sparse and vicissitudes. Look at the flowers in front of the exhibition hall, and then look at Feng Yun's horizon. Ruthless coast means heartless, but also read a pale white dress. Jin Pinger in Xijiang, Jin Pinger has a beautiful tooth and sighs, and the amorous feelings remain the same. Talking and laughing, yin and yang invade each other, and the flowers still exist. Whispering before exquisite, clever after Qinglong. When the purple mountain shines in the sun, when will you be sincere? Small ring, small ring, small bud, ready to release, slightly contained, all over the world. The true color of clear water hibiscus, the sweetness of sugar-coated haws. Many ghosts are amazing, and unpredictable gods can move fairies. He who knows people sees good but not evil, and laughs at autumn and spring. Linglong Linglong knows that she can't stay, and Qian Shan Wanshui will cut your head off. I asked right and wrong several times and cried for several nights. I don't want to be close before I die, but I want to plan ahead together after I die. Please try unparalleled witchcraft forever. Hidden light smoke curled up to worship the fairy god, and a little mortal heart was dusty. It is unbearable to see the disputes in the temple. The infighting in Qingyun seems to have been heard before. I have a glib tongue, and I am cold and chilling. Zhu Xiaofeng was the first. Do you remember the underground man in white? Su Ru's jade case Su Ru's teacher niang, round almond eyes, impatient, indomitable. Treat all disciples sincerely. Never give up, teach carefully, it is hard to say that your heart is bitter. Couples have been in love for a hundred years, and it is not easy to faint many times. Look at the end of the world. The moon is pitiful, and it is difficult to be round tonight. I just hope my husband will come back soon. So what if the beast is immortal? A thousand years of lovesickness is separated by stones. Don't forget to walk with your heart and worship me in heaven and earth. Eight dragons swallowed up the world, and hundreds of monsters became my slaves. When true love dies, it becomes hatred, and life and death depend on each other in tears. Lin Jingyu minus word magnolia Lin Jingyu imperial sword with empty, sleeve robe waving wind roll fog. Blue light gallops, sweeping the sword and killing the demon. In the turbulent sea, the dragon braved the wind and waves to step on the clouds. Kiss ghosts and gods, heaven and earth scream and shout! Wan Jianyi's Wan Jianyi cut off the dragon, and the demons were frightened. A generation of heroes is sad, and it is difficult to recover in the eventful years. Jade Qing Temple is the underworld. Tian Tongfeng, the teacher knows right from wrong. Hatred, life and death are floating clouds, and the ancestral temple returns alone. A little silly smile on flowers and plants would make a woman willing to bury herself. The color in the dream is blurred, and the old feelings in the painting are clear. The central plains is not without ambition, and the three realms are also full of talents. But I hate the dilemma between life and death. I can't do anything about Penglai. The following is the novel Zhu Xian World Poem Yang He: Peach Blossom is the only poem outside the old city. How does Liu Yi spend his time? Spring flowers and autumn months are cold, and a hundred years of drunkenness. Qingyun: Blue shadows and green hills enter the sky, and seven mountains are getting cold. The Millennium Qingyun has not stopped, and the gods sing oblique crossing. Yin Tian: Red leaves are all over the mountain, lamenting for thousands of years. Hongyun doesn't want to be delusional, and Jinlun is infatuated. Liubo: The East China Sea is full of Liubo mountains and rivers, which I haven't seen for ten years. Looking back at the tender feelings of rainy nights, I am lingering and shaking my beauty. Wild: There is no wild in Yinsha Wan Li, and the wild is still Candle dragon cuisine. A city rises in the wilderness, and the grave laughs at the world. Incense burning: the mysterious flame burns like a burning night. The fox prison is red and locked. Old pavilions smell no tears, but buried flowers must disappear. Southern Xinjiang: There is a bloody black witch altar in the barren land of the south. Hundreds of blackwater jackals dare not approach, and the wild animals in ancient caves are sleeping. Kunlun: the top of the Tianchi Lake in the dusk snow, and the Jade Que leads the Tianlang Phoenix View. Leng Yun wins the emperor with one animal husbandry, and Lingtai hangs a mountain. Shura: The ancient world is an isolated biography, and the blood pool is cold. The wind and fire of yin and yang are safe, and the butterfly endures the cherry trees. The following is a sword in the weapon spectrum: go forward and chop the dragon sword, and when Wan Jian returns, chop the ghosts and gods with two mirrors: black and white, dazzling yin and yang, and three bells in the mirror of yin and yang break the tomb of eternal life: three generations and seven generations, who courted, who will never be born in Yamaraja's blood curse, there are four tripods: the four-ling blood tripod, the temple, who sacrificed the blood soul with five bones: five witch's sacred vessels, who forged bones, and the town demon. Eight Wild Fire Dragons burned their hearts for nine days: nine days of sky blue, nine days of Feng Minglei's mark of ten beads: seventeen jade beads, immortals, buddhas and dogs hate everything: a hundred years of lovesickness is hard to cross, so they turned back and asked why they went astray: the wizards of the ages shook the immortals, while thousands of monsters and ghosts in Qingyun: all kinds of poison spread to the holy bag, and all kinds of poison were unparalleled.