Jiangyao not only has Jiang Ning, but also produced a generation of great poet Li Fu.
He was able to meet the previous emperor of Yang Kingdom, and he became famous all over the world for his comment that "the ghosts and gods all cried when they heard it, and the mountains and rivers were in tears."
Li Fu once wrote a poem in which he wrote: "Between the vastness of the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon are on the same line."
Guan Buhui read it and understood whether Li Fu had seen this scene before.
On this day of summer, every household is filled with the sound of firecrackers and cheers.
The sky was filled with red thunder and lightning.
A hole was torn open in the sky hundreds of miles above, and the world was staring at it like an abyss.
A strong wind blew up, and Guan Buhui unconsciously rubbed his eyes, maybe sand had gotten into them.
In that void, after about a stick of incense, the glow began to appear
After the wisps of rays of sunshine, the billowing white mist sank and formed a pile of clouds in the mid-air.
Under the glow of the rays, it is like a dream or a fairyland.
Rivers flow thousands of miles below, and the Milky Way moves in the sky.
The white mist is like a river, slowly spreading down from the sky.
There were more cheers in the town of Jiangyao, shouting that the gods are coming and Jiangyao will be prosperous for a hundred years.
With her back facing the wonders of the sky, Xue Meier slowly stretched out her hand towards Guan Ju, put her hands together and leaned forward slightly in a very pious gesture: "Xue Meier, the 60th generation leader of Zangyun Mountain,
,Welcome the Saint to return to the mountain!"
The clouds rolled, and the thick white mist began to flow downwards, and the big hole just now was torn even bigger. Thousands of golden lights flashed, Guan Ju turned around and looked at Wang Luo in the deep pit, and walked out step by step
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On this day, a good story spread across Jiang Yao, saying that a spirit descended into the mortal world. A fairy boy must be born in Jiang Yao town.
On this day, it was said that some people saw fairies in the sky, and that was not the only one.
From the moment Guan Ju stepped onto the Fog Bridge, there was a red mark like a mountain in the middle of his forehead.
Facing thousands of rays of light, we reach the fairyland.
Wang Luo, who was in the deep pit, did not wake up after all.
So when Wang Luo woke up three days later, he didn't say a word, didn't eat a grain of rice, and just stared out the window in a daze.
Guan Buhui took care of him for three days and stayed with him for another two days, but Wang Luo didn't say a word.
For this reason, Guan Buhui even had a conflict with his father, saying that he didn't take care of Wang Luo that day, so that ugly woman wouldn't cause any problems if Wang Luo was killed.
Guan Bubai didn't bother to pay attention, so he took the fishing rod and went into the back mountain.
As evening approached, the bustling scene in Jiangyao for several days finally calmed down.
Another heavy rain fell, finally reducing the scorching summer heat a lot.
Wang Luo stared at the branches swaying outside the window, listening to the sound of rain hitting the eaves, and was in a daze.
Zhu Yelang walked straight in without knocking, holding a bowl of chaos in his hand: "Brother Luo, this is not the way to go."
Wang Luo sat where he was, silent.
"People are like iron rice and steel. If you don't eat a meal, you won't be hungry. No matter what, you have to put some food in your stomach. We are already gone. It's not a separation of life and death. There is no need for this." Zhu Yelang said earnestly at the side.
Wang Luo turned his head, his eyes blank: "No!"
Zhu Yelang looked surprised and hurriedly handed over the Chaos in his hand: "Eat!"