Xiao Douya chuckled and said, "Young Master Mo said this wrongly; my lady's youth has been more than ten years. My lady took Linglong Lotus and Colorful Holy Fruit at the same time, and her peerless face can at least be preserved.
It's not reduced for five hundred years."
"Xiao Douya keeps her mouth." Miao Xiaomiao stopped crying and turned to Jun Moye and apologized: "Xiao Douya is still young, but she still doesn't understand these sorrows. Please don't mind it."
"Innocence is the best time in life. I envy you and love you too late, so how can you mind? If you are jealous, you may be so a little bit!" Jun Moye smiled freely and teased her even more.
"Young Master can speak this Wuji, which shows your innocent heart. Xiao Miao dares to ask the young master. When was the last time you smiled, but when was it?" Miao Xiao Miao asked back.
"Last time to laugh?...It seems to be yesterday! If the things before today don't count!" Jun Moye smiled slightly and said, "I often remind myself that this world is like this, I can still breathe, and
It is a great blessing to be alive, and it is worth laughing! So, I laugh every day. Not only that, I also try to make the people around me laugh with me..."
Jun Moye looked at her with a smile: "I don't know how many worries you can lose when you smile every day! Whether it is true or not, I will just think it is real!"
"Young Master is really open-minded. Xiao Miao is envious and jealous!" A sincere yearning expression appeared in Miao Xiao Miao's clear eyes, but it flashed and returned to calm again, and said in a harmonious voice: "Young Master has come to the Illusion Mansion now, I want to come here.
I also already know the importance of the ethereal constitution to my fantasy mansion. I don’t know what plans are for me in the future?”
As she said that, she slowly raised her head, looking at Jun Moye's eyes without a moment, and said, "I only know that the young master is very qualified. Today I see that the young master is smart and decisive in his work; but I don't know the young master's literary talent, so what if I don't know the young master's literary talent?"
"Then... do you hope I am outstanding in literary talent? Or do you hope I am just a fool?" Jun Moye smiled slightly.
"Young Master is joking." Miao Xiaomiao's face turned slightly red, and a hint of shame flashed through her eyes, and she said, "Young Master can recite a poem for her life's wishes? How about letting the little girl taste it?"
Jun Moye said it was amazing. If you say it for nothing, you would just say it. But if you use poetry to express your ambition, it would not only be much more difficult, but what you wrote must be your true thoughts... Because, poetry is the voice of your heart,
In such a hurry, I believe that no one can pretend to be a poem to read the mood that does not belong to you!
This girl’s request is to test her literary talent, but to look at her true thoughts. She was afraid that she would lie casually, so she came up with such a difficult method.
I already have an ethereal physique, super smart, decisive, and ruthless behavior. These are probably what this girl thinks of me now. But if these are just these, she can also arrange corresponding strategies based on her personality weaknesses. What I am afraid of is...
If such a person is of considerable education, it would be even more terrifying...
If that's the case, you might as well have an earthquake that shocks you!
Jun Moye pondered for a moment, his eyebrows were raised, and he chanted with a wild voice: "It is not necessarily true that he can live in the heavens. If you go against the heavens, you should laugh. Who is like me? He is pointing at the waves of the world?..."
He chanted here and stopped for a while before saying, "The sun and the moon enter my heart, and I see that I am the only one in the world!
Qingfeng casually unsheathed and asked who would dare to stroll with me in the sky?
A sword is full of heroic spirit, the strong wind swept through the yellow sand, bloody wind, people will not fall;
With one sword, you will be the best in the world, you will be the heroes of the ages, stand up and ask for the sword, and never bend down in this life!
Who dances with clouds? Let me look through the world, my heart is full of tenderness, and my heart is full of wind and snow;
The song ended and the people dispersed, and a sword rushed into the sky with anger.
The past and present smile together, the world is free and free! Don’t compare yourself with me in future generations!”
The voice is loud and sound, like the battle formation, like the slaughter of a war, like the storm of a war, and the general's order before the battle!
But at a moment, I was clearly listening to it, but I felt excited and filled with emotion.
After Jun Moye finished his thoughts, he was stunned when he saw the master and servant.
Miao Xiaomiao never expected that this guy in front of him was actually a good friend and a good martial arts, and extremely talented. Don’t say that such an excellent young man would be in the Fantasy Mansion, even if he even counts the vast world outside, how many people would there be?
How many people can make such a passionate long and short sentence when they are walking? Not talking about qualifications, courage, cleverness, potential... Just this outstanding literary talent is enough to make people
Look at each other with admiration!
However, this tone seemed a little crazy.
"Who is dancing? Let me look through the world, my heart is full of tenderness, my heart is full of wind and snow..." Miao Xiaomiao murmured, her memory is very good, Jun Moye just recited it once, but she has already
I remember everything, but what I am talking about repeatedly at this moment is the sentence that has a little chivalrous and tender meaning.
The more Miao Xiaomiao thought about it, the more she felt that the sad and ecstasy meaning contained in this sentence actually made people feel sore when they thought about it...
Who dances with clouds? Let me look through the world, my heart is full of tenderness, and my heart is full of wind and snow...
The woman danced in the clouds, but she was underground. She couldn't see her in autumn. Her heart was full of bitterness. She was full of wind and snow in her heart, and she was full of cold and lonely...
After a long time, Miao Xiaomiao let out a long breath, lowered her eyebrows and said, "Brother Mo said so well, he is really literary... I feel ashamed of myself!"
Jun Moye laughed and said, "It's just a trick of carving and insects. How can you enter the elegant hall? Just a few wrong words can barely capture the girl's eyes. This is the luck in the world. Thanks to my old man who learned it in the mountains.
A few years of writing, otherwise Miss Miao would have really made me ugly this time..."
Mr. Jun said the truth this time, because his literary skills were all learned from the killer master in his previous life... Until now, when he thinks of the old man, Jun Moye still feels his butt twitching and pain
...
As for this poem, it was written by a predecessor in Jun Dashou’s memory. Who did it belong to, but he forgot his name. The reason I remember it is because Jun Moye likes the heroic spirit in this poem very much.
So I remembered it carefully, but I didn't expect it to be used here.
At this time, a little change was made, and only a few sentences were changed. I read it out, and it really achieved a stunning effect!
At this moment, the little Douya on the side looked at Jun Moye's eyes and turned into worship, and even wanted to worship! So handsome! So powerful! So talented! If I could marry such a husband... Oh my God...
Oh, what am I thinking, so embarrassing...
"Brother Mo is so humble." Miao Xiaomiao smiled and said, "The one who taught the young master to learn literature and read was definitely a well-educated scholar of the world and a great scholar of the generation! And he also had a brave and zither-hearted heart, a gentle heart, and a strong character...
Such a character is really heartbreaking to think about it…”
Miao Xiaomiao was embarrassed to praise Jun Moye in person, as if there was another intention... it was easy to be thought of too much, so she changed to the master who praised Jun Moye.
Jun Moye was stunned, not at all pretending, and was really stunned.
He never expected that there would be someone in this world that would praise that old man! He was a real executioner, a typical butcher! His heart could freeze coldly, so cruel that people could scare him to death when they saw him.
past……
He actually became a... a well-educated scholar? a great scholar of the generation? He also had a brave sword and a hero and a gentle heart...
I'm really damn! These words are quite appropriate to describe this young master! How can I describe that old man who killed the embryo? It's just a waste of these words...
However, I haven't seen that old guy for so many years, and I really miss you...
As he thought about it, Jun Moye, who was trapped in meditation, suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, with cold murderous intent, thin lips, thin face, and looking at himself in a bleak manner: "Baby!
Do you want to be lazy again? Let me see if I don’t fix you boy!”
With this shout, another very familiar cold wind seemed to fly over...
Jun Da Shao suddenly shivered and realized that his eyes were already a little wet before he knew it...
That long-lost... the only... strict but warm... Old man, if you suddenly heard the news that I was blown away, I wonder if you would cry?
I remember when I was injured for the first time in the past, I was hit by a gun on the shoulder, penetrated downwards, and injured my lung lobes. It was considered very serious. Before that, I always resented the old man because he always did not.
Beat it and scold it! Even if a person does something wrong while drinking, he will be beaten up. If he tastes the wine for a wrong month, he will also be treated with storms...
At that time, Jun Xie truly regarded the old man as his biggest enemy in his life! He hated his teeth! He made countless vows in his heart that as long as he had enough ability or had the right opportunity, he must repay him.
Color, it is difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart if it is broken into pieces, and it is not so difficult to relieve his hatred!
But it was the time when I was injured. I was seriously injured. Seeing that I was in danger of my life, the old man took me to drive for 800 miles overnight and was admitted to the best hospital in the city. I remember that time, the old man's face
There was still no expression, as deep as an abyss, but the speedometer had been stuck at the maximum speed that could be moved, but it never slipped down at all.
The killer has never been able to go to the hospital on his own initiative, especially with gunshot wounds. During the days when Jun Xie was hospitalized, he never saw the old man again. Jun Moye, who was seriously injured and in a semi-coma state, seemed to have only remembered the old man.
A sentence I said: "You must remember that you were shot in a stray bullet on the beach! You are the son of a fisherman and an orphan!"
Until he was discharged from the hospital, he did not see the old man appear. Then, after almost a month, the old man came back with scars.