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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 12: The Song of Solo

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    One day more than 20 years ago, the mysterious, transcendent, beautiful and arrogant woman who was known as the number one female master in the academy officially issued a challenge to the Prince of Love Letters. They sent letters to each other to learn about each other and prove each other's skills.

    The prince in this love letter is the uncrowned king of the underground, the eternal great master who has surpassed all the pasts like Bodhidharma in the ivory tower. He was surprised by the power of this first female master. He was not able to defeat her once he succeeded. After seven days and seven nights without sleep, she  The Prince of Love Letters is the Prince of Love Letters.  She took away the love letter he wrote and said she was defeated.

    The prince of love letters was impressed by her beautiful classics and burned the letters with fire, and everything disappeared.

    The unknown little girl who was not ranked in the academy envied the beauty of the above-mentioned masters' love. The little girl carefully wrote down some words, read the prince's name in the love letter, and secretly sent it to the departed pen-setter, as well as some small letters.  of the world.

    Those few words in the letter were unexpectedly delivered to the author. It was already many years ago. The author mentioned the title of the volume "Song of a Solitary Walk" at will:

    Destroyed, then sober, hiding decisions, feeling casually, smiling too fair, Xiang Yu burned down Afang Palace, outside Xianyang City, the weather turned into a barren tomb, the flames raged in the heart of the Great Wall.

    Layers of loess have been waiting for thousands of years. The Hufu cavalry has already pierced the holes. The Qin warriors are still lying underground for a long time. Their postures have not changed for thousands of years. Who are they staying for?  There is no reason to go away in this life.

    Is there a kind of wandering where I can stay and miss you for a long time and be tortured on the way!  The air corrodes the friends, leaving only one person at the end.

    Is there ever a time when I can start from scratch, when I want to go back and eat another steamed bun? When I regain my senses, I am buried in the darkness, as if I have walked past my head in another world.

    "Wu Qiang Chu Tiao opened his mouth, do you understand?"  I shouted for a long time.  You still ignore me and can only let you display me in the Middle Ages, sing songs, and call the world to sink with you.

    A person executes the courage to surpass good and evil, releases absolute truths, white gloves tied mysterious identity, and a dusty cloak, crime and punishment, no fingerprint clues.  Leave a mythical miracle alive in your heart.

    There are no traces of the murderer's actions, and justice leaves everyone in the dreamland. The murderer's eyes can only be silent and forget the innocent memories, and a person falls into hell.

    On the first day of reincarnation, I urgently stretched my gaze, only to realize that I had been deceived by the human race and that the Buddha¡¯s light did not appear.  On the day when he was defeated by a con man, danger burst into view, and vultures were circling to stimulate the sweat glands on his forehead.

    The lama patted his shoulder lightly and choked with tears when he revealed the secret. Who broke into the temple last night and stole the only treasure book? Please hurry up and say the six-character mantra, otherwise the world will be destroyed.  The sound ambush from all sides makes the head dizzy.

    I don¡¯t understand the curse, it¡¯s just a plateau legend. What kind of fire is burning?  Strange people landed, Chengfeng Yujian was just ordinary.  Target the black hole in the universe and defeat the evil devil at the cost of a handsome cow.

    ????????????? Buried curse, eyes empty.  The sacred mountain is sinking and the wind is flowing.  With a flashing look on his face, who is the culprit?  Those who are waiting don't even think about escaping, work together, ancient tantra, reverse the prayer wheel, and time begins to flow backwards.

    How much dignity can a person consume? Swallow the poison of love and hate in one gulp. The liar is your wandering eyes. You choose to regret it. Emotions turn into dust. The ubiquitous problems are no longer cleaned up. Take away love fiercely. Love is only  It can be written as a tragedy.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? After seven centuries of silence and not giving up, reversing fate, the legend of Butterfly Love is destined to be filled with sighs!  Despite the distance of hundreds of years, they tried hard to change the plot but they couldn't come together, not even their names.

    I want to explore the reasons for being imprisoned. These past things are unreasonable and there is no way to talk about them. I am not willing to go back to the grave to cry. I don¡¯t believe that the Western Jin Dynasty moved its capital to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but you are still in my heart. How can I repay you? The agreement that we should fly together is still there.  The tragedy being staged and the law of everlasting circulation can only hide feelings quietly.

    I envy myself in the book for having the courage to be with you, but outside of the play I can only separate and become someone else¡¯s wife.

    Dark star clusters are walking in the solar system, and there is a burning Mars, driving a spaceship across the Milky Way, chasing you on the earth, passing through the atmosphere and white clouds, the sparks of impact scattering on the earth, the body falls like a stone, and the dust spreads  Tens of millions of kilometers.

    The pain gradually subsided, and when I opened my eyes, there was a large green jungle around me. But where are you hiding, the one you love?  The night sky is so quiet that it seems like there is no breath. When you climb up the mountain and look at the reflection in the sky, you are like water vapor that has lost its trace. The distance of hundreds of millions of light years will continue to wait until I can hold you tightly again, like the distant stars that will guard you forever.  You, this vast universe loves you most.

    The Nile River traveled through the dark desert to create the Egyptian Oasis and Cairo. The treasures of the Pharaoh of the Egyptian pyramids were scattered in the new kingdom where thousands of horses were galloping. The totem Amon carries an eternal curse!

    Hieroglyphics depict millennium legends. The gate of time and space is an unsolvable mystery, opening up a strange century. The priest's spell echoes in the ancient Ming Dynasty. Who is imprisoned in the prison of fame and fortune?

     The hollowed-out memories are sealed one after another along with the funerary objects. All breath is trapped in the heavy sarcophagus. Who still has the strength to escape?  The fate of the past and present lives is all beyond one's control. He is a red mummy bleeding with blood.

    That day I broke the complicated ancient record, who will be the next traveler who keeps getting lost, about to set foot in the desert without a map, with green eyes, what is the next bet?

    "Destiny, family letters, worshiping gods, and grottoes, you can't get blessings by putting your hands together, doubt it!"  There is no way out from Dunhuang to Tianzhu to Daqin. All the monks and horsemen have been rushing to see it with their own eyes. The key to the silk is the length of the silk.

    That day, I broke the complicated records of ancient monuments. I ignored the strong wind and tore off the veil without any distractions. The mission of the traveler is to distinguish the ruins and dust without any obtrusiveness, whether it is modern or ancient.

    Lost in the desert, the long river of sunset is still far away, no map is needed to trust the green eyes of the Turks, no bets, the size of the blessing depends on the difficulty, we are all in a hurry and forget to think about whether there is a way out?

    The night sky is full of stars, the diary is filled with memories, and the efforts you put in leave no trace at all. When you say sorry, you are gentle and deliberate, and you have designed and arranged the sequence in advance.

    The feeling given is directly proportional to the sadness, how cruel the proportion is to use betrayal to reject the self-righteous beauty, this secret explains the relationship

    It is an eternal inverse ratio.

    The laurel tree and the Parthenon, the sun carriage is running, the little god of love waves his wings, the golden arrow is the key to love, who stole Pandora's box?  Who kissed the beauty's toes?  Who accompanies the goddess of destiny to weave wine-stained clothes!

    Climb the branches of wild grapes to make the history of Olympus for who lost his mind, write a love poem for you with the will of Dionysus and write the beginning of Greek tragedy, sink into the votive pool to sacrifice yourself in celebrations and sacrifices, and turn ceramics into ancient ruins to watch the carnival of the solar eclipse.  More than just being around you is diluted with wine.

    Desire and fear circle the stairs of heaven and burn in the night. Pray for the light and glory to be clothed in purity. Your silent smile comes from the darkness. Listen to the clear dialogue and see the most original posture. Uncover the arrogance in your heart and betray God.  Holy war, and in the end you suffer quietly.

    Stepping into the river with both feet, the memories gradually sank, and I suddenly encountered the innocence of embracing friendship in the past, because love can no longer be simple, and it has become the end of the world.

    The torrent dilutes the original imagination, no matter how deep-rooted the love, how willing to bear, finally let go, the mountains and rivers exist, the feelings are scattered, everything is forgotten, everything is given up, and there is still regret in front of eternity!

    In front of the King of Love Letters, your Freudian gaffe seems to have nothing to do with it. In fact, it means a chaotic space of subconscious concepts and roles. You are naturally good at expressing yourself perfectly, and you can't find the right words to describe this scene.

    The vows of promise cannot be distinguished. I recall the past when I was about to fall. My sincerity is hanging on the edge of danger. Tears keep spreading. I cannot distinguish the vows of promise. When I cross the line, I find that betrayal is hidden behind lies. Before leaving, there is a noun debt left, called  Feel sorry.

    The love that has been sealed for two thousand years, because I look back and think of the invisible past again, is broken into traces that are no longer complete and will never be clear. The ancient city of Pompeii is full of sadness. Who can save the seal and wait for it to be opened? It cannot be found in time and space.  Forget, you have not erased it from your heart.

    The last dust is drowned, I can't forget your back when you left and turned around. I want to ignore the invasion of darkness. I love you deeply, I can't give up. I will always believe in your return date. The last dust is drowned, I can't forget you left and then turned around.  When I turn around, there is only a trace of breath left, and I use all my strength to wait for you who has disappeared long ago.

    When you close your eyes and sadness invades, but you can only talk about the weather now, can you take me back to calm all the disasters and pains? I want to spend a few moments to call you, and never say that you only have my mark in your eyes©¤  My lonely seal.
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