Fox Fairy Matchmaker: Dressed as the Silver Moon Guard Commander

Tushan

The shadows of leisurely colorful clouds are reflected in the river, floating leisurely all day long; time flies, personnel change, and I don’t know how many springs and autumns have passed.

The mountains and plains are all in sight, and the rivers are surprisingly winding. There are alleys and houses all over the place, and there are many rich and wealthy families who are busy chatting with each other. The ferries are crowded with barges, all of which are large ships with patterns of blue birds and yellow dragons carved on them.

The clouds subsided and the rain stopped, the sun shone brightly, the sky was clear, the sunset reflected the colorful clouds, and the lonely wild duck flew together.

In a large mountain with beautiful mountains and clear waters, there is a large emerald green bamboo forest, which looks very solemn.

In the middle of the bamboo forest stands a granite tombstone with a few words engraved on it.

"The Tomb of Nangong Wenzui, Leader of the Taoist Alliance"

"Crash!" The clear wine spilled onto the ground and blended into the soil.

And the one who poured the wine on the ground was an iceberg beauty

She was wearing a blue robe, but it was very revealing, revealing half of her body and a pair of ivory-like slender and straight legs.

The key parts are wrapped in black cloth, which makes people think about it, and they also wear a white waistcoat.

Pouring a pot of wine, Tu Shan Yaya sat cross-legged in front of the tomb, looking at the name engraved on the tombstone, feeling an indescribable sourness in her heart.

Taking out the bamboo flute, Tushan Yaya looked at it quietly

Because Nangong Wenzui often played the flute, there were traces of patina on the commonly used fingers.

Tushan Yaya slowly put the flute to her delicate red lips and murmured

"It seems that your favorite song at that time was called 'Huang'"

Then, relying on his past memories, he learned how Nangong Wenzui looked like before.

The melodious and sad tune resounded through the bamboo forest, exaggerating the already sad atmosphere to a higher level.

It gives people a desolate and tragic feeling,

"In one thought, the immortals of heaven and earth are destroyed, and I am still standing in the world of eight desolates.

Trampled the Lingxiao Palace to pieces and buried it in the sky!

I want to swing my sword and scream in the sky, but here I go to the sea and the sky is falling.

After all eternity, what is the path to Nirvana?"

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Tushan Palace

Tushan Rongrong lay in the arms of "Shura" with a happy face, seeking warmth

Xiu Ming, who walked into the house, saw this scene but helplessly held his forehead and said, "Mom, wake up, my dad is dead."

Tushan Rongrong was stunned and fell into sadness. The Shura in front of her eyes was already a corpse, but Tushan Rongrong used her magical power to keep him incorruptible!

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twin peaks

A woman with an extraordinary temperament wears a black felt coat, has black ponytail hair, eyes like autumn water, and eyebrows like green mountains. With her valiant and heroic appearance, thousands of people could only see her.

Holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands, she walked slowly towards the tombstone in front of her on a pair of calfskin high heels.

Tushan Honghong, who was meditating in front of the tomb, slowly opened her eyes and looked back at Tushan Qingqiu.

Tushan Qingqiu ignored Tushan Honghong's gaze, walked to the tomb, knelt down and placed a bouquet of flowers.

Tushan Honghong smelled the spreading body fragrance and instantly understood the identity of the visitor.

"Are you familiar with him?" Tu Shanhonghong asked coldly

"I met you much earlier than you did," Tushan Qingqiu said softly, stroking the cold tombstone with affection on his face.

The two stopped talking and just sat quietly in front of "his" grave.

Whose sorrow is deeper?

Who is more worried? It is the sorrow of separation, the storm and rain, the rain and rain for half a lifetime, for the beauty, for myself, for the fireworks in the world, and the bitterness and regret that things have come to this.

He and she will never be separated, not by thousands of mountains and rivers, but by life and death. If they want to meet again, they will not be separated by the blue sky.

Every time she thought about this, her green shirt became wet with tears. It wasn't that she was sentimental by nature, but it was because she was so tormented by lovesickness that she never let go of her husband and Jiao'e.

Throughout the ages, he is the only one who has suffered from melancholy? The tears of lovesickness are endless, and the tears of lovesickness are thrown away. I can't forget them. The good times of deep love and sweetness can't be swallowed, and old sorrows and new wines are stuck in my throat.