/kloc-A 0/8-year-old boy in blue went down the mountain to drink and met an unscrupulous Taoist priest and five poisonous beasts in a cage.
One hand and one hand, dexterous and skilled, showed off a little bit of Taoist tricks and kindly put peaches.
In the inn, pretending to be a precocious teenager to catch demons, I met Wen Hui in red. This is fate. The wheel of karma turns quietly and creaks in time.
The sky is high. The wind is light. The sun is shining at the foot of Deng Yun.
The way he looked at that time, he smiled brightly and was young and frivolous.
Young people are not afraid of getting old in Jianghu, singing songs everywhere.
Huang, will you still remember these happy days in a few years?
After several years, when you have experienced the ups and downs in the world, will you still smile as brightly as before?
One night after a long time.
The geese fly south and the sun sets. The grassland beyond the Great Wall is desolate and wild.
Peaches were once again found in the cages of herders' children. Again, save her in the same way.
Tricks are the same as old tricks, the same dexterity and skill, but the difference is the juggler.
Less ostentation, more forbearance, the flashing light in the eyes faded and became as deep as the sea.
Finally, I grew up and matured, from a boy to a man and became a trustworthy person.
But what about those who have been relying on you, trusting you, being dependent on you and being trusted by you?
One side of the curtain was empty, and when it was opened again, it was already a pile of dazzling magic armor.
How many people can't get the best equipment, but you throw it away as a toy to coax children.
Perhaps, compared with the past, even the most precious things can be abandoned.
The winged girl of light always appears in an invisible place, just like a fairy in a fairy tale.
Now, she can only be Momo.
Just like before.
Tired, tired, when everything is over, who will fight for it?
In the distance, the sky is covered with dark red clouds.
The pro-motorcade moved slowly in the sunset, the flag fluttered in the evening breeze, and there was an ethereal desolation.
Is it the dashing girl who burst into tears in the afterglow of the sunset? As the sun sets, the last ray of sunshine shines on her through the gauze.
Huang, did you see it?
Clever as you are, you can't reverse your fate after all. Optimism, like you, can't erase those deep-rooted heart injuries.
Your name is the brilliance of the stars. Stars come into this world with a beam of light that can illuminate them. But where are you going after the light burns out?
That year, you found your lost brother, met your parents before you died, and learned about your life. You were neither a human nor a monster.
In the gap between the shemale and the shemale, whoever betrayed who saved who.
That year, you met the heavy building that silently guarded the lock demon tower and the night Yao that turned into fluorescence. You bid farewell to Situ Zhong in front of Shushan, listen to his laughter and sing the sentence "There is wine going up into the sky".
The gathering and dispersion are impermanent, ghosts and gods have feelings, and the right path and chivalry of this world are not as clear as originally imagined.
That year, you and Wen Hui went through a battle in Shushan Old Road Military Camp. Where will you go? You wrote a word "love" for flour in an abandoned house in the underworld. Look at the spirit beast flying away in the moonlight and turning into a solidified trace in the moonlight.
I didn't pay attention when I asked what the world was like, but I was in a hurry when I looked at it.
Huang, you have grown up and matured.
Your foster father said so.
You used to be a great hero who saved shushan.
After all the hardships, he finally achieved great things, but no one in Shushan was grateful, but he was forced to leave because of the exposure of his semi-demon identity.
Even so, you are still willing to help Shushan. You are no longer a boy who used to brag, but a man who is sincere and responsible, as promised.
Just, what kind of ` price does this promise have to pay.
You said, not for the sake of shushan, but for the sake of Xing Xuan. Not for Xing Xuan, but for myself.
The priest died in Xing Xuan's arms.
Ge Yuan died in Wen Hui's tears.
And Xing Xuan, in your hoarse cry, mutually assured destruction with Liao and Japan.
There is no sunshine under the underworld.
Your smile disappeared.
It was the most important year of your life.
That year, Tangjiaji's inn was unexpectedly prosperous.
That year, someone saw a fairy in Lvluozhang.
That year, several crises in Shengzhou were resolved at the last minute, but local residents paid homage to an unknown fairy from the Central Plains.
It was a good year in Manchuria.
That year, Beijing reopened the imperial examination, and the proposition of the imperial examination was four words: Anguo.
It was sunny that year.
At the foot of Shushan Mountain, near the border of the Central Plains, a legend began to meander.
A story about people and monsters, about a teenager who grew up in Shushan.
Later, I saw your smile in the other two endings, gentle and brilliant, although not as brilliant as at the beginning, but with refreshing warmth.
However, I can't forget the figure in the sunset.
In the direction of the wedding motorcade, you disappeared into the sunset with peaches in your arms.
Alone, but without hesitation. Your decision is simple, but it is a lifelong commitment.
The blue shirt of youth is fragrant and heartless.
It's really unlucky. The rougher it is, the stronger it is.