Reverend Insanity

“What the fuck is wrong with him? My nine-time incense can't even compare to a glass of sea water?” Rockies roar in their hearts and maintain their style on the surface.

“Shit! This Wuhuai thief is slippery, we're offering tea, he's offering sea water? What a thick face! It's so annoying. It's so annoying!” The two fists under the wheeled stone table, they all have to be bluished.

Tianlu Fairy busily plays the Circuit: “The moon is already high, the tea is drunk, but there is no poetry, it is always not beautiful. ”

Fang Yuan wondered: “Are you really going to bard for the gift? ”

It was unprepared, like the first time I heard it.

It's another chance when the eyes shine brightly when the logs and wheels fly!

It's another great opportunity to fight your enemies.

“You fooled me the last time. You fooled me. This time, I'm going to blow your wind off, and then I'm going to step on your feet. ”

Romeo's heart was haunted by this thought, but he was smiling on the surface, and the style was brilliant.

The same is true of flying in rotation, turning a similar mind.

But they don't know. Who is Fong Yuan?

More than poetry?!

Oh, my God!

It's worse than Ben getting an axe.

Originally from Earth, there are lots of ancient poems. There is no shortage of famous works with a history of green, and there is also a tremendous collection of ancient works. Just throw a copy and you can beat both of them to death.

“It is indeed a poem, and there is a beginning to it.” Jose Liu responded to the source.

“Oh? Let's hear it.” Convenience follows words.

“This is a story that spreads across the South China River and the origin of the Moon Festival.” Jose Liu began to whisper.

A long time ago, in a cottage in South China.

A mortal young man fell in love with the daughter of a magician, and the daughter of the magician, too, fell in love with this mortal young man.

The young man took the courage to bring up the kiss, which was rejected by the master of the magician.

“How can you be worthy of my daughter when you are just a mortal and my daughter is a magician with a great future? Get out of here!”

The young man begged painstakingly and the master of tricks laughed: “You are delusional to want me to marry your daughter! A mortal in your district can't even make a cup of tea? What use are you? ”

"Isn't that a cup of tea in the district?" said the young man. What's so hard about it? When I make it, will you marry my daughter? ”

Master Magician has a headache.

He knew that his daughter loved the young men in front of her, forcibly breaking them up would make her hate herself for being a father.

"If you could make a cup of tea that would satisfy me, I'd give you a chance. ”

The young man was happy and hastily promised: "I can definitely make it, old man. ”

The sorcerer's daughter heard about it and was very worried: "My generation is famous for tea, but you make a cup of tea that satisfies my father. How can you make a cup of tea if you're just a human being and don't have the ability to be a magician? ”

And the young man said, "Don't worry. Who says mortals can't make tea? Let me tell you three things. ”

“First of all, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp rice. ”

So the young man came to the creek, caught a big fish, ripped open his belly, took out the little fish, ripped the little fish alone, and took out the little shrimp rice.

“The second reason is that people eat and shit. ”

So the young man ate the shrimp rice and pulled out a pile of shit.

“The third reason is that shit can make flowers and plants flourish. ”

So the young man buried the shit in the soil, and the flowers flourished and the knots rose.

The young man picked out a kind of flower and soaked it in the stream, and the whole stream turned into tea.

Master Magician had a sip of this kind of tea and couldn't speak for half a day.

His daughter screamed, "Dad, you don't want to regret it, do you? ”

Master Magician just barely nodded: “Boy, you've passed the first level. But it's impossible for you, a mortal, to marry my daughter. You're too rude, too talented to bark. ”

The young man scratched his head, anguished: "I haven't done any poetry, but I can try. ”

Master Magician laughed: “On your own? ”

The young man asked back, "Why shouldn't I? ”

Master Magician: “Boy, either you say something or you sing. Our magicians sing poems that can discolor the heavens and the earth and make people dance with their hands. Can you?”

The young man muffled: “How do you know if you don't try? ”

“Well, then give it a try. Don't say I won't give you a chance. If you fail, get the fuck out of here and never see my daughter again.” Master Magician said.

The young man had to say yes, he started walking around, wanting to bark.

But he never sang poetry, he had no clue.

At this point, he saw the ants on the ground, and he saw the birds outside the window and the sunset, and suddenly he slapped his head.

And he said, "Swallow, low flying snake aisle, ants moving home, rain will be here. ”

It's raining in the south, and it's spring again.

The young man just finished, and the sky began to float with rain wire.

Master Magician's face changed.

The young man added: "One drop of spring rain, one drop of oil, we'll have a few more rounds to worry about. ”

The more rain it rains outside, the heavier the sky becomes, the clearer it was before.

Master Magician's face is a little ugly.

The young man grabbed his head and scratched his cheek: “The elm money grew busy and the willow hair fell and sprinkled rice. ”

At this point, the young man gets stuck, only one last sentence is missing, but he can't hold it alive.

“Give you a little more time.” Master Magician laughed more than that.

The young man's eyes suddenly lit up, pointing to the master of trickery and saying: “The master has collected ten thousand loads of food, we are still starving. ”

The master of the magician suddenly jumped, stood up and knocked out all the tea cups in his hand.

Then he pointed at the young man and growled: "You're a mortal in your district, you dare dog! ”

But his daughter laughed and clapped her hands: "Wonderful, this poem changes the color of the heavens and the earth, and makes your father dance with his hands. ”

The master of magic saw his daughter on the side of the lover, angry and angry, biased and irrefutable.

“Ok, ok, you passed the second level, and the last. You want to marry my daughter? Can you afford a reward that satisfies me? ”

The young man bowed his head in frustration, he lived in a thatched house, slept in grass shoes, and was only dressed full of patches.

“I am willing to use all my possessions as a gift.” The young man is serious.

“You take it out and I'll see!” Master Magician said.

The young man led the master of the magician to his residence, the old thatched house.

The young man said to the master of the magician: "These are all my possessions. ”

“With this, there are loopholes all over the house?” Master Magician pointed at his fingers, very disdainful.

“Cut it in half with this?” Master Magician lifted the grass seat.

“With all this broken rock that used to be a stool?” Master Magician kicked the stone in the face.

The young man bowed his head.

Every time Master Magician says something, the young man lowers his head slightly.

By the end of the three sentences, the young man's head was almost down to his chest.

But just in time, from the stone kicked by the master of the magician, suddenly swayed and flew out of a maggot like a moon, shiny, very pretty.

Master Magician was shocked.

The young man was also stunned, the stone he had just picked up from the foot of the hill.

Master Magician's daughter shouted joyfully: "This maggot is definitely enough, just use it as a gift. ”

The master of the magician could not refute it. He could not speak, and eventually he had to pinch his nose and marry his daughter to this mortal young man.

This story has already been heard by Fong Yuan, but it's interesting.

The whole story describes a struggle between mortals and magicians that ends with the triumph of mortals.

The young man broke through three levels and eventually held the beauty back, still a female magician. Master Magician did not use force all the time. None of this is realistic, but it reveals the desire for a good life in the minds of the human beings at the bottom, as well as the desire for a happy life.

Jose Willow tells the story in the direction of the source, and goes along with the moon festival custom.

Why, on the day of the Moon Festival, the people of Nanjiang, the Immortal of the Upper Fortune, down to the mortal, make tea, bark, and stone relief.

Of course, mortals make tea, just to make tea, to thaw stones, instead of breaking stones, figure a gilly.

“This is an interesting magician, thank you for the confusion of Fairy Silk Willow.” Fangyuan Airways.

Jose Liu Shallow smiled: “Why do you have to call me Silk Liu?" ”

“Hmm?!” When he heard it, Romeo glared at him.

Joshua Liu's attitude towards Wuyuhai is completely different from their treatment.

“Tea has been drunk, then let's give it to the bard.” Round-the-fly, he looked into Square Yuan's eyes, flashing a little chilly, and the tone became a little cold.

Jose Liu's eyes spinning toward Rotary Flight: “Rotary Flight Immortal Friend, I've been eager to try it, I'd love to hear about your work. ”

Rotary flies haha smile, his face coolly dissipated completely, Dong Jen refused: “Then give me the ugliness first. ”

He stood up and slowly walked out of the gazebo, slowly opening the lane ——

Once upon a time, I knew how to trample on rivers and lakes.

One step at a time became lonely.

Fortunately, I'm not taking it personally tonight.

Flower Dreams Below the Moon.

Fly in a blue robe with a white face and a slow chant.

The first two words are about his practice, about solitude, about affection.

The last two verses describe the current situation, especially the last one, which is an implicit expression.

Before he recited, he walked outside the gazebo. After the recitation, he returned to the pavilion and looked at Jose Willow with a burning eye.

Jose Liu perceived the enthusiasm in his eyes and quickly turned his gaze towards the source beside him.

Fangyuan neither looked at her nor fought the wheel, but drank tea quietly and lowered his head and frowned.

Jose Willow's eyes suddenly flashed a hint of disappointment.

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