Chapter 90: Angry and angry with purple (2)

Chu Tian was silent for a while, and looked at Zi Yansheng with a sigh.
"In this case, you are all out of the purple brother, then please listen to the purple brother."
"The story I said is that year, I am on the street..."
Zi Yansheng quickly interrupted Chutian's words: "Is it old? Let them die! Less nonsense, tell the story of seriousness! Then dare to say that you are the story heard from the old man, then the old man and the old man Dead, dying, believe it or not, I will throw you into the river?"
Chutian violently coughed. He looked at Zi Yansheng and said very seriously: "This time is definitely not an old man. In the winter, I was at the cross street in Zhangzhou City, and I was 18 years old. girl."
Zi Yansheng raised his slap and gestured to fight.
Chutian hurriedly laughed a few times. He put his hands up and raised his head slightly. He looked at the sky and sighed with a heavy sigh.
"Then, the time when the story begins, no one can tell. What kind of dynasty, the ancient books of ancient Qin have lost most of them, let alone the ancient times that are more ancient and more unreliable? So, a certain year On a certain day of the month, there is a treasure in the sky, the extremely romantic court."
Chu Tianyu said that he slowly read a poem.
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Natural beauty is difficult to give up, once chosen on the side of the king.
Looking back at a smile, Bai Meisheng, Liu Gongfen no color.
Spring cold baths Huaqing pool, hot spring water wash gel.
The waiter helped the young and weak, and it was the time when the new Cheng Enze.
Yunxiaohua Yanjin stepping, Furong account warmth spring.
Spring is bitter and short, and the king is not early.
Cheng Huan’s banquet has no leisure time, and the spring is from the spring night.
Three thousand people in the harem, three thousand pets in love.
Jinwu makeup became a cozy night, and the jade banquet was drunk and spring.

Zi Yansheng's eyes widened, his mouth widened, his mouth faintly drooling, and he looked at Chutian like a ghost.
Feng Wei didn't know when she leaned over. She even looked at Chu Tian with her ecstasy. The words that turned over and over in her mouth were: "Returning to smile and smiling, Liu Gongfen has no color... wrong is not the royal court. Who can come up with such a sentence?"
In the reeds, a big man squatted on the ground, and there was a case in front of him. He wrote a pen in his hand and wrote every word of Chutian.
Chutian looked up at the sky and looked at the clouds in the sky. He slowly sang the story of "Changsheng Temple", changed his face, and mixed with some extremely rhythmic sentences. He said it was intended to be sold out.
"In other words, the Qinglian layman shouted at the golden temple to the day, and a singer of the ages sang."
After all, Chu Tian raised his hands high and applauded loudly.
"Don't see you, the water of the Yellow River comes up in the sky, and it will not return to the sea."
I don’t see you, Gao Tang’s mirror is sad and white, and it’s like a blue silk.
Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.
Naturally, my materials will be useful, and the thousands of gold will be returned.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a must, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.
The scorpion, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, the cup will stop.
With a song, please listen to me.
The bells and drums are not expensive, but I hope I will not be awake.
The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers leave their names.
When Chen Wang was in the past, he had a feast of banquets.
What the owner is saying is less money, the path must be taken to the discretion.
The five-flowered horse, the golden scorpion, the singer will be replaced by the wine, and the same sales will be sold.

The purple scorpion and the maple scorpion body stunned, and the long hair was straight and erected like a thunder. They were surrounded by hurricanes, and a wave of terrible power was looming. The purple scorpion was born in a long and short period. The river suddenly stagnate, and every drop of water and every wave of water is solidified in the air.
"This, this, this!" The scorpion of the purple scorpion and the maple scorpion shimmered, and their eyes seemed to be swirling.
What is the scenery outside Dajin, Chutian does not know.
However, in the Dajin area, the poems of those literati poets are in the eyes of Chutian, but they are old-fashioned and rigid.
Or four words and one sentence, or five sons and one sentence, pay attention to strict before and after the rhythm confrontation, each sentence, each word is like mud-carved wooden tires, harsh and inhuman. Rao is a literati singer of Dajin, who has piled up innumerable verses in these deadly metrical poems. Their poems are still like zombies in the coffin, and Rao is smeared with countless rouge and lipstick, still not angry.
This song "will enter the wine" is magnificent and romantic, like a big river in the sky, smashing the old-fashioned and rigid style of Dajin, and whoever first came into contact with it, will be shocked by this age.荤八素, a so-called Ziyansheng and Fengjing.
"This, this, what kind of person is this Qinglian layman?" Zi Yansheng has been a bit incoherent: "If he is still alive, he must be taken out of the world, he must be collected as a family member, write every day. These, write these, write these... baby!"
A sparkling drowning water slid down the mouth of the purple scorpion to three inches long, Chutian saw it, but Chutian deliberately did not say anything.
He said slowly, also to deliberately give the wolf demon group a time to rest and digest, a "Changsheng Temple", he said slowly that there are two hours.
"But the day and the noble things, the later generations smelled and felt:
Yu Rong is lonely and tears dry, and a pear blossoms with spring rain.
Containing love and sorrow, Xie Junwang, a different voice.
The Zhaoyang Temple is full of love, and the Penglai Palace is long and long.
Looking back at people, I don’t see Chang’an seeing the dust.
Only the old things will be sentimental, and the alloy will be sent.
One share of one is reserved, and the gold is divided into two.
But the heart is like Jin Jianjian, and the heavens and the earth will meet each other.
Parting and diligently reposting the words, there are vows in the words.
On the 7th of July, the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one was whispering in the night.
In the day of the wish to be a lovebird, in the land is willing to be a branch.
It’s a long time and a long time, and this hate is endless.

The last two sentences of Chutian came out, and Zishen’s face suddenly changed. A huge wave of up to a hundred feet suddenly appeared on the river. The huge waves exploded, and countless water drops fell. The sound was like ruining the earth.
Feng Jing is physically violent, and she screams: "It’s a long time, sometimes it’s endless, this hate is endless!"
A blood spurted out, Feng Xiao looked pale and looked at Chutian, her pupil narrowed like a needle tip, and her face was as bad as a night.
Seeing the situation of Zi Yansheng and Fengjing, Chu Tianyi did not endlessly, and then simply added a knife in their hearts, enough for them to remember for a long time, so that they have been unforgettable for many years.
"Ten years of life and death, not thinking, self-forgettable. Thousands of miles of graves, nowhere to be bleak. Even if you meet, you should not know, dusty face, like frost.
Night dreams come back to the hometown, Xiaoxuan window, is dressing. Regardless of words, only tears are a thousand lines. Expected to have a broken bowel year, bright moon night, short Matsuoka.

Zi Zisheng’s scorpion is full of purple, and it’s a lingering sorrow.
"Ten years of life and death... a thousand graves... even if you meet, you should not know..."
Feng Xuan was staring at Chu Tian for a long time, ‘wow’ and she cried out, and a purple shadow flashed, and it disappeared without a trace.
Chu Tian touched his nose and smiled a few times.
"Zi brother, this story, but the royal thing? But it is very powerful? Look, Fengjing is listening to crying, you have to say no, you have to touch the conscience!"
"Oh, the royal thing, so embarrassed, what do you say is great?"
Zi Yansheng's body violently screamed for a while, and suddenly the hysterical screamed: "Chu Shitou, you are a laity, good oysters, the fight!"
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