"Hidden head and removed the tail, a poem with hidden head." Zhongli Bi washed his eyes and stared at the words on the stele, line by line.
The mirror in the palace, the dancing in colorful clothes, when the palace ladies come,...
Pinch off the head and remove the tail, and take the middle week. The sword skills are combined with the Zi Jue, and the Zi Jue is in the center of the ridge.
After half the time, his eyes were sore and tired, and in the middle of a critical moment, Zhongli Bixi endured the pain and cast the basic immortal skills on his fingertips, sparkling with glimmers of light and shaking.
It seems insignificant and undetectable, but the rain is pouring down and the situation is huge.
Danger to Zhou's dignitaries, the most important thing, relieve the burning eyebrows, and determine the world on the right path.
The indispensable precious star, night vision.
"When you see something dim, look into the bag."
The red water in the eyes floated to the surface, and the light shadow was lifted away, and it disappeared in a flash.
The center is clear and straight, and the center of the field of vision is covered with sky nets and densely wrinkled grids. The inscriptions on the stone tablet clearly show its hundreds of skeletons. Each stroke of a stroke is written on plum branches and clouds, and the edge is steep.
Dissolve, word by word came out, and he said according to the actual method:
The hall is taken from all four directions, and the four o'clock vessels at the moment are Chengqi, Sibai, Ju*, and Dicang. The four acupoints go down in a straight line.
The Yiguan screams, the sky is ringing, and the clouds are boiling.
The palace road fights for life, the name is quick and agile, and the movement moves through the clouds, all in one go.
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All put together, "The palace is in all directions, the clothes and temples are singing, the palace roads are fighting for their lives,..."
The word "Jue" means that the swordsmanship is perfect, the fruits are harvested, the roots of the vines are cut, and the leaves fall.
Zhongli Bi washed for two days in a row, staying up all night and suffering.
The riverside is green, the water is quiet and clear, and there is a tea room attached. The wooden house is fat-burning red, which makes the whole world scorch, and it is scorching crimson. There are people taking a rest in the backyard on the floor, passers-by and guests, among them there is a strip of blue and white sand, and bamboo baskets with Chinese carvings of sandalwood.
One person and one thing, shadows fly across the windows and walls.
Go to the east gate of the wine shop and exit the main hall.
This person's small steps are light, and a group of young men are rushing ahead on horseback. The sound of bells is pleasant, the young voice is lively and permeable, the sleeves are long and turned, and the afterglow is radiating.
The sky is fine, the sun is shining brightly, the wind is blowing across the earth, and the silk is refreshing.
There are lush trees, accompanying grass, and luxuriant grass fields.
There is a forest, a vast grassland behind, dotted with small white flowers, and a long lake as far as the eye can see.
The lake is quiet and quiet. In fact, the lake and the house are close together, but it is always a small walk.
Not far away, the hooves of outing horses are neighing, and people from the lakeside are coming, with their horns and barbecue charcoal utensils.
The blue and white dress is covered with strips of strips of woven lilac and embroidered with a lilac flower. It is decorated with small details, finely stitched and finely sprinkled with purchased pearl powder.
Set against the starry sky, the gorgeous clothes are fluttering like a fairy, the fan feathers and eyelashes are flowing, the beauty without any whitewash, the person is wearing Zhongli Bi.
Walking slowly, I saw some fishing merchants in the pavilions in the lake. They were dressed in luxurious clothes, showing their wealth and wealth.
Different from the villagers who come to the city, these businessmen travel in brocade and silk, with beautiful patterns and embroidery, and look luxurious.
"It's just fishing, it's embarrassing to be so involved." Zhongli Bi was wearing ordinary clothes, maybe with a few guys in linen clothes and shorts.
He was scolded by his servant and went to look for fish elsewhere in the lake.
"It's not a good thing to be lucky." Zhongli Bi took out the cloth from his arms and folded it and tied it at the corner of his ears.
The sky and the earth are empty, the land and water intersect with each other, and there are many women covering their faces. It doesn’t matter which one is more.
Classification is different, things flock together, and people divide into groups.
The pavilion in the lake, deep in the left corner, faces the river, mountains, streams and lakes, a quiet pavilion with soft water.
"Haha, the girl is in such a good mood." A fisherman, with an old and droopy face, a beard all over his face, a shiny silver hairpin with fish scales and pearls on his head.
Zhongli Bi washed and arranged everything, holding the pole in his right hand, and said to the people in a funny way: "Old man, this is my first time fishing. I don't know how many fish there are."
"It's dry during the summer time, and the mermaids hide in the water." He stroked his beard and took a long breath, the old man's eyebrows were filled with sadness.
"What do you mean, if you can't catch one in the lake, the mermaids are lacking?" Zhongli Bixi also reacted quickly and changed his mind from a mortal fish.
Chewing peanuts, on the other side of the brave man's military robe, embroidered with lions, narrow sleeves slightly loose, he shouted: "Where is it? There is a branch of Qionghua in your mansion, and the two unique books have just been opened."
Then, Wu Fu sighed deeply, his breath became turbid and dispersed.
It's also strange that the air is flowing smoothly. Zhongli Bi washes his eyebrows slightly and looks far away from Mount Dai, with an elegant temperament.
He replied: "The flower of Hou Tu is said to have been commented on by Chen Tingzhuo."
"Huh?" Although Wufu has a rough face and reads a lot, he thinks that no one is over ten, and he knows most scholars. Although he is not intentionally knowledgeable, he is still a little surprised by the girl.
"A woman should not be arrogant, she must be honest." The old man comforted her.
You want to let him know that things are not always straight, and that bending down occasionally is not a chore.
Hearing this, Zhongli Bi washed his lips and raised his eyebrows. When his ears heard, a fish hook stirred at the bottom of the lake. He raised his hands and grasped the handle of the pole with a soft smile on his face, "There is a fish to eat."
Turning on the power, looking nervous, he turned his head and hurriedly replied: "Okay, uncle, I only understand a little bit, a little bit."
The tone was quite calm.
"Haha," the laughter was like a thread, and the two people on the left and right laughed happily.
All cheerful.
Wu Fu laughed and said: "You are such a boring woman. You didn't ask, but you think very highly of yourself."
Zhongli Bixi immediately shook his head, helpless, "You are going too far!"
"Now, now," Wu Fu stopped taking the peanuts. He held his hands behind his back, nodded twice, and smiled arrogantly, showing his full acquiescence.
Wu Fu is not rejecting the other party, saying that the other party is unreasonable, and generally speaking, it is mostly a joke.
After finally having fun, Wu Fu felt a little more sincere in his heart, "It's hard to find it!"
Zhongli Bi washed his back, and the two elders looked at each other, their eyes full of crescent moon buds.
The fish was fat and had plenty of bait. Zhongli Bi washed the fish and put it in a bamboo basket, making the fish flexible and jumping around.
"It's delicious and fresh, and it's good for cooking." The old man said from the side.
On the grassland by the lake, the smoke from the cooking pots was rising, and the aroma of charcoal grilling was charming. The young masters were playing, eating, drinking and having fun. After a while, they were overjoyed.
To deliver the news, a man in armor and red came, squatting down and saluting.
The wind and rain were surging, and behind the blooming mountain flowers, two young men with long legs lifted up the hems of their clothes.
Walking towards the pavilion, he reached the middle of the lake and said, "Uncle Chen, Uncle Cao, is there any news?"
The two of them divided their duties. Among them, the more handsome young man in blue stood up, with two attendants behind him, five steps away from Zhongli Bixi, saying something.
The two people in the conversation, the old man and the martial artist, were shocked, straightened their waists, and had serious faces.
"The lake leads outside the city. The red-armored guard preached that in the water, the woodcutter hunted dozens of pearls. It is said that there were three or two mermaids who were not familiar with the world."
"Really?" Uncle Cao, a warrior, had a deep voice, like a general strategizing.
Soaring with blood and courage, the fortress of iron killing crosses the cold night.
"They are having fun at the moment. The red-armored guards dare not disturb them and are watching from a distance."
After a few words, they put aside their external affairs, and the dragon and tiger auras of the two elders sprayed blood rain all over their bodies, and the sword aura was scorching hot.
A horse neighed in the grass.
Zhongli Bi washed and stopped in the pavilion. After sitting for a few breaths, his spiritual power gathered and everyone left.
Put the fish basket in place, jump off the pavilion railing, the lake surface is close to the soles of your feet, and soar up in the air.
With his hands behind his back and his left foot paddling backwards, his spiritual power accelerated, with lightning speed, making ripples like a fast swimming fish.
The color of the lake is empty, people and energy are harmonious, natural carvings are removed, and pure colors are harmonious.
