1416. Chapter 1416 The Contest between the High Priest and His Majesty 2
The nine heroes are scattered, and they are suddenly connected, swallowing people to benefit their hearts.
When you come back, you can't be more lustful.
"The soul returns. The harm of the West is to be thousands of miles away from the quicksand.
It slid into the thunder abyss and scattered and could not be stopped.
Fortunately, I got rid of it, and it was a little too open outside.
The red ants are like elephants, and the black bees are like maids.
If the grains do not grow, the clumps should eat some food.
The land is ruined and people will gain nothing if they seek water.
It seems like there is nothing to lean on, and there is nothing to be the limit.
I am afraid that I will leave myself with some thieves when I come back.
"The soul is back. There cannot be some in the north.
The ice is thick and the snow is flying thousands of miles away.
Return, don't come out for a long time.
"The soul is back. You are more supreme.
The tiger and leopard are pecking at the nine gates of the people.
One man has nine poems, and nine thousand trees are pulled out.
Jackals come from their eyes and come back and forth.
Hang people to build a building and throw them into the abyss.
Let the emperor die, and then get better.
Returning, I am afraid of being more in danger.
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The long sacrificial song, this is Qu Yuan's "Summoning the Soul", full of the sadness and sadness of ancient style and charm! But it is unforgettable, wandering children and resentful women in the empty bedroom, conquering people and the world!
However, most of the northerners in the list could not understand what it was, but they felt that the world and the world began to slowly fade away in the song, as if the back of a man was in the water, going further and further away, and moving more and more
The further away... it becomes clearer!
There is a figure, which seems to be in the middle of the water!
Ethereal and ethereal!
For a moment, everything in the world, everything in the world is so ethereal and insignificant. Fame, interests, power, and even people themselves are a speck of dust in the sky.
No self, forget yourself.
No desire, no desire.
Such calmness is in sharp contrast to the great god's fire sacrifice.
Then, the soul-summoning dance suddenly became exciting, with loud drums, golden swords and iron horses, everyone here suddenly raised their souls, and with the sound of wind and rain, it was like returning to the vast ancient battlefield, back to the cracking land
In the heroic era, flags flutter, wind and distant wind, sunset in the long river, wind and sand are everywhere.