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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 10: Song of the Azure Sea, Silk Road

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    From a distance, the Rose City is already very ethereal and spectacular. The closer you get to the Rose City, the more different and shocking you will feel!  Each of the ethereal and beautiful buildings is as majestic and tall as a giant city. Each building not only has a different shape, but also a different color. Especially the white palace building closest to the mountain, which gently spreads out.  A piece of moving music.

    The Queen of Roses, Yu Xuefei, brought the computer sister, Hao Sijia, and the Demon Head to the forest-green garden square in front of the most beautiful white palace.  The computer girl curiously felt the wonderful fairy spirit and music, and couldn't help but say: Music Castle!  It looks like Brother Long¡¯s Music Castle!  Every grass has a song, every leaf has a tune, every flower has a rhyme, the castle and the world created by music.

    Hao Sijia was confused when she heard this. The demon had absorbed the consciousness left by the music emperor Tianjiaolong to the computer sister, so he naturally knew that this was the music castle, but it was slightly different.  As for the difference?  The demon head can only feel it but cannot explain it clearly.

    The Rose Emperor Yu Xuefei said heartily: I didn¡¯t expect the computer sister to know about the Music Castle. Obviously she should know some information about the Music Emperor, and the Demon Head knows the Music Emperor¡¯s music and martial arts. Obviously both of them are related to him.

    The Queen of Roses, Yu Xuefeifei, smiled and said: This white palace is called "Song of the Blue Sea". It looks snow-white from the outside. When you are inside, it feels like you are traveling around the world on the blue sea.  You will feel it when you go in later.

    The computer girl smelled the airflow around her and felt very comfortable and refreshing. She knew in her heart that she was becoming more and more like a human being. She beamed with joy and said: Sister Yu Xuefeifei, do you know Brother Tianjiaolong?  Otherwise, why do you all have a music castle?

    Yu Xuefeifei replied with a hint of shyness on her face: This, this, I don¡¯t know if this person I know is Tianjiao Long, because I don¡¯t know his real name.

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    The real reason why the Master of Destruction specially separated a ray of consciousness to return to Long Yinyue, the clone of ancient China, was that he found that the Master of Transcendence was ambushing him, otherwise he would have been hiding in the sky during those days.  He should have followed the computer sister and left Gu Huaxia long ago. This is the logic of positive thinking.

    The black and illusory consciousness floating in the sky is like an endless world. It may change unpredictably in a blink of an eye. Especially if you follow the language of consciousness, it is easier to get a glimpse and discover the context.

    "In the years that go back, loneliness and loneliness are surrendered to the world. The mind of a young person is like a light boat that cannot carry many sorrows. Looking at the vast sky of history and sky, without looking back, walking forward will burn enlightenment in the same period.

    It echoes the doubts about the sin of being infatuated with coveting and grieving the original desire, falling into the abyss and drifting away with the current.  This unsatisfactory tune is like the music of the mass graves whirling in the night, the spread of weeds and the stale tea grass, the unpretentious leaves that cannot survive the night, and the roses without fire thorns that grow thorns in the ivory tower.  Comfort has no contract with anyone and lives like a demon or fairy that cannot eat the world. This era does not belong to today's ignorant world.  After returning to the seaside, she fell asleep beautifully, with no sky and no universe, overriding everything in existence.

    The yellow and orange lights are softly moored in the night rain, and the eyes are like smoke and mist, and the reverie of riding the wind back comes to mind, dreaming of being a guest in the world, being drunk for thousands of years, and wasting away in a moon bottle.  There is no one in front of the window, the buzzing sound ends up facing the heaven and earth alone, delusional, lonely - catching the wind and catching shadows.

    I passed by.  I wrote a book handsomely with the emotion of an essay, and unexpectedly touched the passers-by in the love letter part, and the passers-by became my readers.  This book is not well written, but it is definitely the coolest book ever written.  Author of the novel "The Unrivaled Power": Long Yinyue - There is a meaning called absurdity in the philosophy of existentialism, and existence is to decipher the philosophy. There is no meaningless thought, no structural deconstruction, no spiritual value, they are all just a silent voice.

    Knowledge from the upper level is a kind of power. There is nothing wrong with living a carefree life. Lack of fighting spirit and lack of opponents. I can only fight with the sky and time. I don¡¯t listen to the sound of the Mid-Autumn rain. I am very relaxed and comfortable watching a scene passing by.  The drama, life is like a drama, you can forget the beauty of brokenness and disillusionment, it will be destroyed when you get close to the ambiguity of the dark night, and the wildness will be broken and broken by the wind!

    Comforting Yuwei swallowed, the humble man who went into battle refused to compromise to the world, looked through the window, the moonlight shone on the star lamp, a star twinkled in the dust and dust, not understanding your slowly floating by, locking  The foxy eyebrows like a demon butterfly and the fairy-like smile are like the snow that suddenly and suddenly seems to be haggard towards the evening with no return. The soundless and yellowing time continues to end in vain. The wings that once fluttered away are beautiful alone.  After the sky passed, the misty rain fell to the ground without a trace, and it was still rain.

    How can people who hunt time care about those insignificant superficialities, let alone those who follow what others say. Of course, they will not explain all the true and false emotions and plots. Aotian Aotian's posture is to sweep through the ages.  Everything flows.

    In the human world, pride will spread throughout all the universes, and pride in the future will also ring through all advanced beings outside the universe. However,You can't see that unless you can live for tens of millions of years, life itself is a poem. Pull out one of them from your consciousness, and you don't know which one has a better chance of transcending the peak in the decaying years of glory.  Being trapped in the endless void of the unbounded universe is like being trapped in the highest realm, which is as illusory as it is real, as sad as a dream.

    It describes the non-existence, which makes it difficult to tell whether you are true or false. The feeling of being wronged is like a suite of dances that are actually a series of dances. If it were not for the sultry figure, it would not be so dazzling, seducing a pine tree.  The leaves on the leaves, and then the leaves falling down, think they are wonderful in autumn.

    On a very humid day, the fantasy is in the silence. The graceful, slender and beautiful eyes thrive in silence and capture the very beautiful extreme news. Growth is the end of disillusionment. Wave your hands and listen to the empty tide wave back, beyond imagination.  Howl!

    That kind of game where the feeling of being thrown from the sky is taken away from the ground as if it is leaving the earth. It is a great pleasure to travel more and more without regrets and fall. The pleasure of falling is addictive to the human race. Greedy crowds are gathering in the city, eyes.  Without Chen Qing, the singing of the night is so heartbreaking that I can¡¯t tell whether the wind there is indifferent. I can¡¯t listen to it and long for tenderness.

    An immortal dance festival is buried deep in the moonlight of a snowy night. The poetic wind transforms thousands of years of corpses, and the old witch driving a ghost horse disperses the colorful mist of the map. Everyone is used to dancing wildly,  The ambition of a man is hard work, the thief of ants is old witch, his eyes are shining with candles, the golden sky is like the hooting of a lone wolf, the north wind is blowing, looking for beautiful happiness.

    The hypocritical kingdom, excessive this fantasy dance, see these words while listening to it, haha ??is two voices for the unpredictable you.  A life that doesn¡¯t understand amorous feelings.  "

    ""Proud World", in my first impression, there was a player's name in the online video game "Silk Road" decades ago. Since I am the president of the game, he must have always respected me.  ! And I also like him because of his proud reputation. In addition, his way of controlling the character and speaking give people a sense of simplicity and honesty!

    Standing proudly in the world, I met a friend yesterday. He said that most people are always afraid that the world will leave them. He laughed and said that I wish the world would leave me quickly, as if the world without me is their loss, which made me laugh. It¡¯s so accurate.  I said that I don't care about the world and just don't mess with me. In fact, what he said was nonsense. Of course, it was just necessary chat. I know that we are from different worlds, although we are also from the same world.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Tonight I am also suffering from a cold after having a cold for more than ten years. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival in ancient China. I am hiding in the company and typing a few words, copying old scraps, and I must be repeating the words again, haha!  ), so I found a place with a hot spring to spend a few days. One day I was too lazy to just drink tea and coffee for the whole day, phew!  I am not with the world.

    In the afternoon, I went to Wawa Bookstore to buy episodes 21 to 53 of Battle Through the Sky. The clerk told me that the book I wanted had been ordered by a Singaporean and he would come to pick it up tomorrow.  Whoa whoa!  It¡¯s really awesome. I came to Taiwan after chasing books. I bought Martial God to episode 33. Taiwan translated it as Martial Arts. I have some impressions of it. I read it online before, but I read it too fast and almost forgot what the story was. Not almost, but completely.  ,ha!

    I haven¡¯t met anyone who has bought more books than me so far. Should I be proud?  idiot!  Is there anything to compare this to? It should be more happiness, more fun, no matter how high or shallow the realm is it shouldn't be compared.  Wisdom and cultivation are incomparable. Kindergarten has the innocent happiness of kindergarten, and adults have the worldly happiness of adults. No matter how high the sky is, whether the universe has any limit!  Gods have the transcendence of Gods!  Proud of the world!  Not willing to die.  "
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