Chapter Nine Hundred and Eighty Five Unfinished Love

As night falls, Chang'an City is brightly lit, recreating the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago.

How many heroes are buried here, and how many people weave their dreams here?

Li Bai, the poet fairy, has ever thought that the crooked-neck tree he used to tie his horse to has already been chopped into firewood, burned to ashes, and built into a building with a ktv in the building, and there are a group of princesses as soon as he enters Bow and salute, and say hello, sir, good evening!

Bell has face.

Here, is there any poetry that cannot be found, and what poems cannot be written?

I'm afraid that you are a poet, but you have no ink for your pen.

I don’t know if it’s because of being struck by lightning several times. There’s something wrong with my brain, or because of the dragon spirit energy in my body. When I entered Daxue Lane, Ning Tao felt a little dazzled. He saw double images in everything, and it was not an ordinary double image. , It is a double image of ancient and modern times. In his line of sight, it was clearly a modern led street lamp, but what he saw were pale lanterns. She was obviously a modern girl with hot pants and big white legs, but what he saw was a lady in ancient costumes, Xiaojiabiyu, and a young man in a long gown who was swinging a folding fan and pretending to be elegant.

A man in white came leading a horse. He wore a sara head, his face was thin, and there was a wisp of beauty on his chin. He looked like a fairy. He looked like an ordinary person.

Ning Tao shook his head lightly, but the man in white was always there and never disappeared.

"What's wrong with me? Others have hallucinations when they take drugs. I didn't even take a cold medicine. How could I have such severe hallucinations? Could it be related to my catastrophe?" Ning Tao thought in his heart Confusion.

Everyone has their own destiny.

Different cultivators go through the catastrophe, and the catastrophe is naturally different.

The Cauldron of Good and Evil once said that once he crosses the calamity, he becomes an immortal. This is considered a blessing from the heavens to "people in the system", but the calamity he will survive will be much more difficult and harsh than ordinary cultivators. How much you pay and how much you gain, even if God wants to give you benefits, you have to pay a corresponding price.

When he came back from the Black Pool Desert, the lightning and thunder caused by the thunderstorm was his catastrophe?

I'm afraid it's not that simple!

Therefore, Ning Tao is now wondering if the drug-like hallucinations in front of him are the second wave of his catastrophe.

The man in white led the horse closer and closer.

Someone said: "Brother Taibai, where are you going, come and have a drink, a newcomer is here today, the water is fresh."

Ning Tao was stunned.

What a poet!

Met Shi Xian!

The man in white stopped in his tracks, looked up at the window on the left, pointed at the man in Chinese clothes sitting behind the window, and showed a helpless smile on his face, as if to say: You, you!

Ning Tao also looked up, but what he saw was an ordinary window, and a woman weighing more than two hundred catties was standing at the window and looking at him.

The man in white led the horse and walked over without even looking at Ning Tao during the whole process.

The two-hundred-pound woman blinked at Ning Tao and waved at Ning Tao.

Ning Tao shook his head vigorously, but the woman was still standing behind the window and even said a word to him.

"Brother, come up and play for a while?"

Ning Tao suddenly felt nauseous, and walked away.

If the woman who hid in two hundred is his catastrophe, wouldn't it be too scary?

Thinking about it this way, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back. Could his Tianjie really be a large beauty of two or three hundred catties?