Taoism travels all over the world, and nine planets breaks good or bad luck.
Xianbao Hulu gathers spirits and beasts, and Gankun condenses into fire.
Eight diagrams mirror controls thunder, and evil spirits are gone.
If you absently taste the herbs in the valley, you will play the banner of Huang Qi's stunt.
Pray for the pen to go nine miles away, and hang the bell to catch the soul.
Walk the world with a stone, leave in a hurry, and distinguish right from wrong by drinking.
On the scroll of the immortal scriptures, the Japanese province controls ghosts and gods three times.
Pure Chinese flavor, seeking immortality here (pure copper coin flavor! )
Manmanxunxian road
A good game was ruined again. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Alas!
2. This poem appeared in the fairy-seeking game, appealing to charming feelings (when Jing Tian first saw the snow). The stars sink and the moon sets, the evening fragrance smells, and new songs continue. Love in the heart does not hurt the Jianghu. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the sky is vast, the sorrow is boundless, and the feelings are infinite. Think about it. Pruning, the wind is thin (as Jing Tian said when he first met the nightingale). Dreams for thousands of years have been messy. Sweaters are chilly, old clothes are hard. Mo Wen was confused before his death, but he cherished the fate of his soul. He longs for love. The world does not envy the eyes of fairies. Hazy Fog (Ting Yun recalled Yu Shu's words) His life was wandering and sighing. In retrospect, he hoped to help each other. The sky is not old, the thunder is fleeting, the rain is fleeting, and acacia cannot bear to leave lightly. Holding hands is more like the beginning. Ships are not tied to rivers and lakes. Sad snow (snow sees the words when offering sacrifices to protect the town demon sword) Carv incense sells and abandons old feelings. Xuan Bing regrets the wind and sings, hates good dreams, and turns into empty tears, looking at the spring flowers in the snow. Jinmen became attached to the bleak frost (Jing Tian meets the snow ghost world again). Looking forward to the present and the past, people are farther away, dreaming back and suffering, and the fate is still not broken. Search all over the world, no matter the imperial street or the lost soul rain (in the avalanche of ice valley, Solanum nigrum has been shaped to save Jing Tian Ganshe. ) people fall in the snow and live and die together. Before the jade died in the dust, Mo Wen's heart was full of love for future generations. It's hard to linger in the old house in Qian Qian, but there is no regret in the end. The body is empty, tears are long, dreams are short, and there is no place to find them. Always sad. The eyebrows are full of love, flowing for ten years. A sword (1) is vast and glorious, and it takes several times. Past lives about this life, the alliance turned over, and) it is difficult to find the fairy tale in the vast Shu Mountain, and the sword is difficult to break. A thousand years of unfinished love, the dream does not change. * * First encounter in Jianghu, never forget, I want to return to the world. * * I will never give up my vows to make up for my feelings. Zi Xuan (Lin Ping's inscription for his daughter) The clear water turned quiet, and the east wind rose slightly. No one knows that Lanzhou is getting older every year. * * In a previous life, all bookworms were terminally ill and escaped from the shackles. Spring is near, and Mei is watching the leisurely drizzle among the flowers. (Note: Adapted from Grass by Chen Sanpin. ) Ruan Langgui and Solanum nigrum end up in the stream, dragging the mirror and soul to chase the green dress, vaguely like a dream, like tears wet thousands of miles. Feng Yun suddenly warms the grass, gradually warms the spring, warms the spring, warms the fragrance, softens the jade, swallows people and restarts the door of life and death. Sauvignon Xichu Jiangxi Wanshui Qian Shan Long-distance Fans Meeting to the End. Zi Xuan shed tears in the spring of the painting hall. It is dark and desolate to leave people and travelers in the setting sun after thousands of idle grass. It's hard to envy the sadness of Yuanyang. It's hard to tell the clear wind, cut an inch, be soft, be immortal, be a ghost, be boundless, be short of affection and hate, be drunk for a long time, and be beautiful. Who and Modu ask for love? Only the shadow whistling in the setting sun sword, the west wind wants to stay in the spring, so don't miss the gift, and the perfect ending is hard to find treasure and easy to laugh at. Life is born infatuated. I would like to be a pair of birds. This dilemma is a bit troublesome. Suddenly looking back on the celestial world, I will return to the world and change my nest. Shoot a group of films, abandon the sword and seal the knife, return to the downtown area, and consciously enjoy the old dreams of the rivers and lakes. The embroiderer looked at the enchanting affair, and his heart was indescribable. Old rain, new knowledge, difficulties, no worries. Several times of reincarnation, wrong fate, wrong change of nest, husband and wife, teaching the elderly, admiring Yuanyang, money is hard to buy. Smiles are hard to buy. Smiles are hard to buy. Smiles are hard to buy. (Zi Xuan ends with a sigh) How much melancholy have you had in your life? Dust is hard to send. The old man's way of life is still affectionate.
I talked about the fate of dust by chanting notes, writing, trying to melt the spring resentment, dancing skirts and singing fans. Sending people to complain, a corner of the sky is chaotic, and the weak road is 3 thousand.
Also because of the beautiful sentence, when I arrived in Liujiang, I fell into sorrow with a faint dream. ) The devil is fine, but the madman never dreams. Go to Xie Jia Hutong for a walk. Only in spring, the moon is still far away from people. Xuanhua, Zi Xuan is lonely and red, and there are several clusters of graceful hair.
Dew and rain, dance and smoke. Appropriate men can't bear to admire, and the gods are connected.
It means you've been with me for the rest of your life and you'll forget it.
3. Poems appearing in the Fairy Hunting Play: Love (the words when Jing Tian first met the snow), the stars sink, the moon sets, cordate telosma, and new songs continue. The love of the right person is harmless, the rivers and lakes are far away, the sky is blue, the taste is boundless, and the feelings are infinite. Think about it. Pruning, the wind is thin (when Jing Tian first met Solanum nigrum). Dreams for thousands of years have been messy. Sweaters are chilly, and old clothes are hard to find. Mo Wen was confused, but he cherished the fate of his soul. He longs for love. The world does not envy the eyes of fairies. Hazy Fog (Ting Yun recalled Yu Shu's words) His life was wandering and sighing. In retrospect, he hoped to help each other. The sky is not old, the thunder is fleeting, the rain is fleeting, and acacia cannot bear to leave lightly. Holding hands is more like the beginning. Ships are not tied to rivers and lakes. Sad snow (snow sees the words when offering sacrifices to protect the town demon sword) Carv incense sells and abandons old feelings. Xuan Bing regrets the wind and sings, hates good dreams, and turns into empty tears, looking at the spring flowers in the snow. Jinmen became attached to the bleak frost (Jing Tian meets the snow ghost world again). Looking forward to the present and the past, people are farther away, dreaming back and suffering, and the fate is still not broken. Search all over the world, no matter the imperial street or the lost soul rain (in the avalanche of ice valley, Solanum nigrum has been shaped to save Jing Tian Ganshe. ) people fall in the snow and live and die together. Before the jade died in the dust, Mo Wen's heart was full of love for future generations. It's hard to linger in the old house in Qian Qian, but there is no regret in the end. The body is empty, tears are long, dreams are short, and there is no place to find them. Always sad. The eyebrows are full of love, flowing for ten years. A sword (1) is vast and glorious, and it takes several times. Past lives about this life, the alliance turned over, and) it is difficult to find the fairy tale in the vast Shu Mountain, and the sword is difficult to break. A thousand years of unfinished love, the dream does not change. * * First encounter in Jianghu, never forget, I want to return to the world. * * I will never give up my vows to make up for my feelings. Zi Xuan (Lin Ping's inscription for his daughter) The clear water turned quiet, and the east wind rose slightly. No one knows that Lanzhou is getting older every year. * * In a previous life, all bookworms were terminally ill and escaped from the shackles. Spring is near, and Mei is watching the leisurely drizzle among the flowers. (Note: Adapted from Grass by Chen Sanpin. ) Ruan Langgui and Solanum nigrum end up in the stream, dragging the mirror and soul to chase the green dress, vaguely like a dream, like tears wet thousands of miles. Feng Yun suddenly warms the grass, gradually warms the spring, warms the spring, warms the fragrance, softens the jade, swallows people and restarts the door of life and death. Sauvignon Xichu Jiangxi Wanshui Qian Shan Long-distance Fans Meeting to the End. Zi Xuan shed tears in the spring of the painting hall. It is dark and desolate to leave people and travelers in the setting sun after thousands of idle grass. It's hard to envy the sadness of Yuanyang. It's hard to tell the clear wind, cut an inch, be soft, be immortal, be a ghost, be boundless, be short of affection and hate, be drunk for a long time, and be beautiful. Who and Modu ask for love? Only the shadow whistling in the setting sun sword, the west wind wants to stay in the spring, so don't miss the gift, and the perfect ending is hard to find treasure and easy to laugh at. Life is born infatuated. I would like to be a pair of birds. This dilemma is a bit troublesome. Suddenly looking back on the celestial world, I will return to the world and change my nest. Shoot a group of films, abandon the sword and seal the knife, return to the downtown area, and consciously enjoy the old dreams of the rivers and lakes. The embroiderer looked at the enchanting affair, and his heart was indescribable. Old rain, new knowledge, difficulties, no worries. Several times of reincarnation, wrong fate, wrong change of nest, husband and wife, teaching the elderly, admiring Yuanyang, money is hard to buy. Smiles are hard to buy. Smiles are hard to buy. Smiles are hard to buy. (Zi Xuan ends with a sigh) How much melancholy have you had in your life? Dust is hard to send. The old man's way of life is still affectionate.
I talked about the fate of dust by chanting notes, writing, trying to melt the spring resentment, dancing skirts and singing fans. Sending people to complain, a corner of the sky is chaotic, and the weak road is 3 thousand.
Also because of the beautiful sentence, when I arrived in Liujiang, I fell into sorrow with a faint dream. ) The devil is fine, but the madman never dreams. Go to Xie Jia Hutong for a walk. Only in spring, the moon is still far away from people. Xuanhua, Zi Xuan is lonely and red, and there are several clusters of graceful hair.
Dew and rain, dance and smoke. Appropriate men can't bear to admire, and the gods are connected.
It means you've been with me for the rest of your life and you'll forget it.
4. Poems about my career before seeking immortality, appealing to my feelings (Jing Tian's words when he first met the snow), stars sinking and the moon setting, smelling fragrant elements at night, and then continuing to sing new songs. The right person loves nothing, the rivers and lakes are far away, the sky is blue, the sky is long, the sorrow is boundless, and I have infinite feelings. I'll think about it. A prune is a breeze (as Jing Tian said when he first met Solanum nigrum). A thousand-year dream has awakened, shirts are messy, and old clothes are hard to find. The world doesn't envy fairy eyes and hazy fog (Ting Yun recalled Yu Shu's words). Life is wandering and sighing. Looking back, I look forward to each other's support. The sky is not old. Ray is easy. The rain passes easily. Shu can't bear to leave easily. Holding hands is more like the beginning. Ships are not tied to rivers and lakes. Sad snow (snow sees the words when offering sacrifices to protect the town demon sword) carved a boat, traveling far away, people return to smile. Without whispering, the soul is broken, and fragrance is the reunion of the world. It is still the fate of dust to return to the dream and pass on the bitterness. Looking for the sky, no matter the Imperial Street or the lost soul rain (in the avalanche of the ice valley, Solanum nigrum was shaped to save Jing Tian Ganshe. ) people fall in the snow and live and die together. After Yu's death, Mo Wen's heart was broken, but his love affair was not broken. It was difficult to linger in Qian Qian's old house, but he didn't regret it in the end. His body is empty, his tears are long, his dreams are short, and he is nowhere to be found. He always felt sad, and his brow was full of sadness, sadness, sadness, and a sword flowed for ten years. (1) The vast Shu Mountain is a glorious place in the world, and he loves flowers and scenery. Past lives, never give up * * * Never forget that the Jianghu first met and wanted to return to the world * * * Never give up and vowed to mend the amazing grass. Zi Xuan (Lin Ping wrote an inscription for his daughter) The clear water turned to the east wind without waves, and the lines rose slightly. No one will know that Lanzhou is getting older every year. In a previous life, all the bookworms were sick and escaped from the shackles. Spring is near, and Mei is looking at the leisurely drizzle among the flowers. (Note: Adapted from Chen Sanpin's "Suitable Grass for Men") Ruan Langgui and Solanum nigrum finally became a stream, dragging the mirror, dragging the soul red and chasing the green skirt, vaguely dreaming, like tears wet thousands of miles. Feng Yun is warm and cold at first, the New Year is getting warmer, bloom is warm in spring, and the fragrance of jade is overflowing. Swallows lean on people to reopen the door of life and death. Zhu Ling shed tears, leaving thousands of idle grass in the setting sun, secretly admiring Yuanyang's sadness. It is difficult to complain about the wind, to cut an inch, to be soft-hearted, to be immortal, to be a ghost and to be human. Two boundless feelings are short and hate long. Drunk flowers, sorbet flowers, who is in love, who is in love with the sunset sword, howling at the west wind, trying to leave spring in the horizon. Looking back on the road, there are countless explanations. The treasure house is hard to find, and the smile is always open. Life is full of love. Looking back at the celestial world, it is good for the husband and wife to change their nests. Shoot a group of films, abandon the sword and seal the knife, return to the downtown area, and consciously break the old dreams of the rivers and lakes. Embroiderers in the six realms looked at the enchanting affair, and their worries were beyond words. The late year of fear of wandering disappeared in the young spring, making it difficult to look back at the fairy home. There is no trace of any trouble. After several rounds of reincarnation, I changed my nest by mistake. Husband and wife taught me to envy Yuanyang, but it is difficult to buy a smile. It is difficult to make you sad for a lifetime in the word "sighing". How many times have you cried and missed each other? Old people can't send away dust. The grass in the center of the world is still affectionate and untitled. Fei Xianke accidentally fell into the ancient Taoyuan, with a waterway of 3,000 (Note: According to the romantic son of Shi Dazu, Fei Xianke accidentally fell into the ancient Taoyuan because of the game.
I talked about the fate of dust by chanting notes, writing, trying to melt the spring resentment, dancing skirts and singing fans. Sending people to complain, a corner of the sky is chaotic, and the weak road is 3 thousand.
Also because of the beautiful sentence, when I arrived in Liujiang, I fell into sorrow with a faint dream. ) The devil is free from vulgarity and the madman is dreaming. He is reluctant to go to Xie Jia Gallery. Only Chunting and the moon are still taking pictures of people walking. (Note: Quoted from the sender in Zhang Qin) Purple flowers are solitary and red, and pavilions send several bunches.
Dew and rain, dance and smoke. Appropriate men can't bear to admire, and the gods are connected.
Stay with you and forget the rest of your life.