Broken love cliff.

Inside the elixir garden.

Jiang Hao was sitting under the simple wooden house, quietly making tea.

Wan Xiu looked at the wooden house and said, "How old is your wooden house? Why doesn't it fall down?"

"Juniors have studied architecture." Jiang Hao said seriously:

"So it was rebuilt with extraordinary wood. It can last for hundreds of years."

"That's also a versatile thing. It's such a beautiful thing. Shouldn't you recite a poem?" Wan Xiu asked.

"Here's a song about beauties. If not, we'll give you a Taoist companion, right?" Sicheng followed.

Wan Xiu nodded: "Yes, I have to give you something after all, right?"

Jiang Hao looked at the two of them and said, "There is such a poem, let's take a look?"

"Have a look." Wan Xiu said excitedly, taking out his pen and ink and saying, "Here, write it down."

Jiang Hao picked up the pen and thought for a while.

Finally, I wrote down the complete poem.

After a while, Jiang Hao put away his pen.

Wan Xiu and Sicheng immediately picked it up and read it.

There are only four short lines of words on it.

Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance,

The spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is strong.

If I hadn’t seen you at the top of Qunyu Mountain,

We will meet each other under the moon at Yaotai.

The two looked at each other, then picked up the wine and drank.

It seems that this poem is very drinkable.

After finishing a pot, the two of them looked at Jiang Hao again and said: "On the wedding day, there will be no chance to wish me well in the future. How about we stop singing a few songs?"

Jiang Hao: "."

That's not impossible.

No matter how you say it, these two seniors are here for themselves.

Many people laugh for three lives, but for the past and present, I, Jiang Haotian.

But these two people should be doing it purely for poetry.

In other words, it’s for yourself.

Of course, the poem is not my own.

"I heard my father read some of them. Can I write them down for you to read?" Jiang Hao asked.

The two were delighted.

It doesn’t matter who made it, as long as it has good poetry.

In this way, Jiang Hao picked up the pen and started writing.

Wrapped in a large coarse cloth, there is poetry and calligraphy in the belly.

I miss you for a long time, but I miss you for a long time. I miss you forever.

Dapeng rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles in one day.

Cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow again, and raise a cup to relieve the sorrow and sorrow.

People today do not see the moon of ancient times, but the moon of today once illuminated people of ancient times.

Everywhere in life is similar, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on snow and mud.

Wan Xiu and Sicheng were a little surprised when they looked at these poems.

Then Wan Xiu asked: "Is there any complete one?"

Jiang Hao smiled and then wrote another song.

The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.

The endless falling trees rustled down, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.

Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage.

Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes turbid.

In this way, Jiang Hao put down the pen in his hand and said with a smile: "That's all, I can't remember clearly."

Can't remember clearly?

The two of them rolled their eyes. Who could not remember this?

But he didn't say much, he just looked at the poem and started drinking.

While they were talking, the two of them were still discussing these verses.

Their attainments are average, but they are not good at this.

Jiang Hao made tea and drank it by himself.

He doesn't like drinking.

So he is also a pretty boring person.

Looking back on the past, I seem to have no friends.

Even if I want to get married now, I can't find anyone who wants to invite him.

Jiang Hao raised his head and looked at the sky. He didn't know whether it was because he was out of touch with others or because he was weak in emotions.

but.

Everything is your choice.

This is the path you walked yourself.

You have to go on by yourself.

Whether it's lively or deserted.

This road is the only way in his life and changes the trajectory of his life.

The same is true for the road. The road once imagined may change one day.

This changes everything.

Tao is not just a road, but also a destiny.

Creation and variables are all included.

If you want to go far enough, you must understand and control these.

Extend the road to embrace everything.

In an instant, Jiang Hao felt that the seeds in his body began to sprout, and the brand-new aura of the great avenue surged in his body, like a river that burst its banks, about to spurt out, covering everything in the world and manifesting its existence.

As if to let all existence listen to its voice.

The light is bright, nine lights and ten colors.

It's about to rush out of the body.

However.

"Ahem!"

Jiang Hao coughed twice in discomfort.

There is even a taste of blood in the mouth.

Just now, the great avenue burst out in his body, and he almost fell into an epiphany with an unprecedented clarity.

But in the last two months, I realized that no matter how fast I realized, I would never wake up.

He pressed it down forcefully.

In the past, there was nothing to suppress, but this time the body's reaction was too obvious.

He actually caused damage to his own path.

Fortunately, it was not serious and he recovered in the blink of an eye.

After drinking, Wanxiu and the others looked at Jiang Hao and frowned.

They seemed to have noticed a strange aura just now, but it disappeared instantly before they could sense it carefully.

Somewhat strange.
To be continued...