In March, the little bitter dyed the demon, the prisoner.

In June, they should be here.

In September, Mr. Zeng disappeared and couldn't find it all. I remember the things and wrote the appearance. Remember.

In the winter and moon in the two years, people's hearts are frightened. Turn out a guqin score and try to repair.

On New Year's Eve, I do n’t know who put firecrackers in the front yard. It seemed like an old year. I wrote a new peach rune. I was too laborious the day before yesterday, the injury was not healed, my hands were shaking, and the words were not very good ... Forget it, it was always stronger than Jiang Wang.

Hang up.

There is no wrong one, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!

In four years, there are bloody moon in the sky, like a omen. I went up to wipe it a few times.

In thirty -one years, snow, frozen snow killed, cold knife did not rest, the demon was in the will of heaven. The 17 people died, all the epitaphs of the epitaphs. Most of them were frostbite.

Hope? The lotus tank in the front yard has no lotus. I saved some snow in the tank and brewed.

In the two hundred and nine years, it is not this year.

In 377 years, longevity may not be lucky. Mr. Xu finally died. Mr. Zhao was crazy at the birthday banquet. No one shed tears, they would not cry. I didn't say anything, remember these stories.

In 670 years, the sky has not been lit again.

Seventy -one years, June, they should be here.

Eight hundred years, hey, integer!

Nympho

These are the "things" of "Zhong Xuanxuan"!

A long life is just a book in the book.

In Cui Yiye's historical chapter, everyone died. He was banned by the Liuyao Mountain River alone. In the independent moon gate, the sword training day after day, day after day, waiting for aging without any day after day.

In the historical chapter of Zhong Xuanzhang, the strange thing happened for a year, and the college's decline day.

Zhong Xuanzhang wrote down all the stories of everyone as a book. Writing carefully and working hard.

He believes that he will not be forgotten, and he believes that his colleagues will come to him.

He believes that every stroke he has written down is meaningful.

Until today.

Until the record of Taishuge, he called back his chapter.

In the towering [Time Time Furnace], on the burning time flame, Zhong Xuanzhang's calm text was finally remitted into a chapter.

A rolling bamboo slips, such as the cruise ships on the long river. People finally saw Zhong Xuanzhang's imaginary shadow. He sat alone in the bamboo slips and continued to change in the river of time.

Everyone looks quietly.

In the history of this torment academy, he just worked silently, he just kept writing.

He did everything that he could do. When he was idle, he occasionally sat in the Lake Heart Pavilion and looked at the distance.

Maybe what is waiting for, maybe thinking.

Later, he took a big stone, and there was no knife engraved. There were always a variety of strange things in the hard work of diligence.

Come sit for three or five days.

Slowly he carved a stone table, two stone stools.

Slowly, the stone table was carved into a chess table. I carved two chess boxes and grinded two boxes of chess pieces.

He intends to play with himself, not to pass the time, but to use this to deduct the method of breaking the situation.

Each pawn was soaked in his experience and cognition.

When he finally completed the last knife, he looked up countless times and looked into the village--

He finally saw those people.

Zhang Yang's, sloppy, silent, serious ... once made red ears and red ears, sometimes the swords were opposite, but those who walked forward side by side.

His eyes were calm, and his voice was faint: "Is it lost?"

He murmured again: "If it wasn't for the old man for so many years ..."

At this point, he has found that Huang Sauli and the drama Kuang also set foot on the top -he has become the only hole in Taixu Pavilion!

The mood of this moment seemed to be unrelated to others. He was only annoyed by the practice that he had slowed down.

The book "Diligence Academy" is limited by the current grade, and those who are in this world do not have the possibility of cultivation. This naturally restricts his jump.

It should be noted that before the disappearance, he was already outside the top.

Dongzhenshou is limited to 1296 years!

He has already consumed most of it.

Fortunately, he was still the gentle and elegant, and occasionally spoken the poisonous tongue.

After all, Shi Yan finally wrote on this page, and Dou Zhao subconsciously lifted the knife to obstruct, but found that the burning of all the time, but did not damage this article.

Only Zuo Qiuwu's candle tears dripped in it.

In the chapter of Zhong Xuanzhang as the main character, a long -lost rain, the eternal long night has been torn apart by the moonlight.

Zhong Xuanzhen, who was alone in the lake heart pavilion, grabbed a knife with one hand and holding a chess piece with one hand-

Countless words fly out of his pen.

Zuo Qiuwu's candle tears, dripping on the text, called everything that happened.

Teacher, so it is also confused by preaching!

Today the saints die, and the Tao Chuan Chun and Autumn.

The people remembered by Zhong Xuanzhang were condensed one by one.

Those days he recorded, those scenery, such as the spring breeze, the flowers of the flowers, the flowers are full of courtyards.

Everything is back.

The sound of firecrackers is like an old year, and people sitting around the bonfire can kiss.

Just as Chong Xuanzun said before- "History is finally remembered on paper."

"Which is true and which fake, depends on what history book is when you go out."

What the final ending of the hard work of the hard work depends on which page of history of this "Diligence Academy".

Zuo Qiuwu exhausted everything, it is to turn the novel into history!

At the moment, Zhong Xuanzhang used everything recorded as a book, and Cui Yi even performed his sword through his heart. His old dean was everything that he had irrigated and recovered with his life ... It was all his ideal future, the best

Chapter.

Zhong Xuanzheng was sitting in a stone bench, and he stagnated his strength for many years.
Chapter completed!