The good times passed by inadvertently, the weather gradually became hotter, and the sunshine became more and more unpleasant. The thinly dressed people could no longer stand the hot air, so they hid under the shade of trees and under the eaves, drinking cold water freshly drawn from deep wells, and chatting about neighborhood gossip...
The rows of willow trees on both sides of the river bank were hanging down listlessly, and they couldn't feel the slightest movement of the wind. The woods are lush and green, and the cicadas are singing in unison, as if announcing that this is their season.
Yi Yuan and his group were quite lively and outgoing. With the scorching sun above their heads, a group of people stepped on the river. You splashed me with a splash of water, and I sprinkled you with a handful of water drops. Sprays of water scattered in all directions, hitting Jiang Xiaoning and Yi Wei who were watching on the shore, causing the two people to become angry again and again. The lotus leaves in their hands were held in front of them, shaking constantly, and they loudly scolded everyone for their rogue behavior...
A crab suddenly landed at Jiang Xiaoning's feet, and then crawled unscrupulously towards Jiang Xiaoning's feet. Jiang Xiaoning was so frightened that she took a few steps back, screamed "Brother Yuan", and there were faint tears in her eyes. When Yi Yuan came over, Yi Wei kicked the crab into the water and glared at Qin Ran with phoenix eyes.
It was Qin Ran who secretly caught a crab when no one was paying attention and deliberately threw it in front of Jiang Xiaoning.
Yi Yuan felt a little unhappy and felt a little sorry for Xiao Ning'er. After greeting everyone, he vigorously sprayed water on Qin Ran's body. After a while, Qin Ran and the two brothers were soaked to the skin, and water drops kept falling from their heads, causing Jiang Xiaoning on the shore to burst into tears and laugh...
Qin Zhuo touched the water drops on his face and was a little speechless. It was Qin Ran who got the crabs, not me. Why didn't he let me go? Alas, Brother Cheating's kid needs to be taught a lesson. He held up large splashes of water and kept waving at Kieran.
Yi Yuan found out that it was fun, put his hands together, held a hand full of water splash, and came to Yi Wei and Jiang Xiaoning. A golden, beautiful little fish was swimming freely in the water, unaware of the danger at all.
Yi Wei and Jiang Xiaoning, who were tired from playing, were sitting on the rocks with green lotus leaves on their heads. The crystal clear feet kept swaying in the river water, making waves of water splash.
Jiang Xiaoning naughtily used her slender fingers to chase the little fish in Yi Yuan's hand. Xiaoyuer hid here and there, unable to escape the helplessness of being teased, running around everywhere, with tears streaming down his face in panic.
Dongfang Wei looked through the overlapping figures and looked at Yi Wei, who was like a hibiscus in the water. She laughed like a silver bell in the sun. For a moment, she felt a little dazed and dumbfounded. She placed her hands in the water and remained motionless... .....
Chun Yuming, who was standing next to him, looked at the stupid Dongfang Wei. Following his gaze, he felt suddenly uncomfortable. He picked up a large piece of water and sprinkled it on Dongfang Wei's head, waking up Dongfang Wei. Dongfang Wei laughed and cursed, and immediately fought back. Then the surrounding water splashed everywhere, and there was another round of water-splitting battle, with laughter and curses spreading...
Xue Qian, who was sitting under the willow tree in the distance, was holding the lyre in his arms, but he had no intention of playing. He longed to play in the water with his friends, but he couldn't do it. As the only heir of a family, he abides by the rules passed down by the family for thousands of years and cannot go beyond them privately.
Under the shade of the tree, I quietly looked at the beautiful Jiang Xiaoning in the distance, and my heart suddenly felt ripples...
In the bright garden, under the pomegranate tree, peonies bloom. Mr. Yi and Mr. Jiang were lying on the rocking chairs. They didn't know whether they were dreaming about butterfly bodies or the fragrance of flowers lulling people to sleep.
The scorching sunshine will eventually disappear, and the wind will become rougher and wilder. The clothes on people who go out are getting heavier and heavier, and people in the fields are working happily. The harvest crops are the best gifts.
The rows of willow trees along both sides of the river bank are also slowly losing their yellow leaves. In the woods, there are gradually more and more flying yellow leaves, covering the ground with a thick layer. There was only a small bamboo forest next to the woods. The still green bamboo leaves danced in the rough westerly wind and made a rustling sound.
In a flash of youth, the world of mortals falls into dreams, who is performing the story?
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In the east wing of the Mingyuan, Yi Yuan and his party were reading loudly an ancient poem by the sages: "Guan Guan Sui Dove, on the island of the river. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of hunting. The water plants are scattered here and there, flowing left and right. A graceful lady, longing for it." It. I can’t get what I want, and I sleep long and hard to get it. I am leisurely and leisurely, tossing and turning. The water plants are scattered and scattered, and I pick them from the left and right. The fair lady, I play the piano and the harp to play with.
In the bamboo forest in the backyard, under the hexagonal pavilion. The drunken fragrance exudes a faint fragrance. Master Jiang plucks the strings with both hands, and the clear and low sound of the piano makes people intoxicated. Mr. Yi was already reclining on the chair, deep in sleep.
The afternoon sun shines through the dense bamboo forest, scattering wisps of dappled sunshine randomly, giving people a feeling of having a half-day of leisure, and enjoying a life of joy.
The world of mortals keeps moving forward through time, the cold wind becomes more and more arrogant day by day, and wisps of coldness continue to wreak havoc on the entire earth. The people hiding in the house couldn't help but build piles of flames, sit around the fire, and chatter non-stop...
The snowflakes also arrived as promised, gently and softly, drawing graceful figures from the sky, fluttering, being beaten by the cold wind, rolling, falling unwillingly towards the southeast, and then like a A tiny speck of dust disappears in an instant.
The Jade Emperor Temple stands alone on an unknown hillside. The middle-aged Taoist priest in gray clothes who was meditating in the backyard stood up and looked through the window at the falling snowflakes outside, feeling filled with emotion. He has practiced for more than seventy years and is now in the middle stage of Qi refining. He guards Funiu Town and only gets more than twenty low-grade Qi nourishing pills every year. If he wants to reach the late stage of Qi refining, it is estimated that it will take seven or eight years to collect the required pills. .
The spiritual energy of Funiu Town is too thin and is really not suitable for practice. The spiritual energy in the sect is much richer, but there are only twelve pills per year. With my lowest level of cultivation, I am ostracized everywhere in the sect, and there are endless chores to do. It is really not as good as the quiet days here. Although the spiritual energy is thin, it is still free and takes more time to practice, but it is not slower than practicing in the sect.
Spring comes and summer comes, autumn passes and winter comes year after year, enduring the feeling of loneliness in the years. I haven't been back home for a long time. I guess my old father has passed away. Is my brothers at home probably older than me? I guess I have several children, right?
well! ...Sighing, the middle-aged Taoist priest secretly planned to wait a little longer. He should practice hard and reach the foundation building stage as soon as possible. Then he would take the time to go home and take a look. His eyes, which were a little tearful, gradually became clear and chaotic. His thoughts slowly subsided, and then he slowly strengthened his belief.
The middle-aged Taoist priest closed the window and sat back down. I meditate and practice, and guide the skills. After a while, a trace of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth emerges, and is slowly inhaled into the body...
