Inadvertently, night fell quietly. The originally shady weather seemed to be a little colder. The howling evening breeze brought a burst of bone-chilling chill. Although the blazing bonfire had already ignited in the square, it could not dispel the chill from the bottom of the heart. In order to cooperate with this special day, the "magic lighting array" of the night lighting tool of Green Willow City was not lit at all. Even the sky cooperated specially, with thick clouds covering the face of the full moon.

The memorial activities of the two Yuanzu ancestral halls have ended. Two thick red candles were left in front of the incense table, and the monks of Pudu Temple and the real people of the Sanguan Temple were singing the unknown scriptures as if they were wandering. However, the people in the town had already dispersed. Most of the ordinary guests who came to attend the celebration had left, and they still stayed in the city and moved into the Happy Forest or Tongfu Inn respectively.

The five hundred pig-headed mats on the street have all dispersed, but the offerings in the Ullambana at the door of the people have become more abundant. The entire Green Willow City has fallen into silence and silence. It is difficult to see a pedestrian on the dark street. The gate of the Ghost on July 14th is wide open. The night of the "Yullambana" should be a day for the lonely ghosts to "resurrection".

From a distance, only the literati and scholars who were immersed in the sound of the qin and Tsinghua dance of the literati and scholars seemed to have not realized the arrival of the night and were still intoxicated. Of course, this day could not be just a "two-in-one world" to take the overall situation. In the gap, Cai Wenji, Mei Zhou Lang, Li Guinian, Gongsun Aunt Gongsun, and the three-talented swordsmen all came to the hall to perform their skills, winning praises. There was also Liu Sanbian, who "whoever drinks the water in the well can sing Liu lyrics" sang a verse "Crane Soaring to the Sky".

"On the golden list, I lost my hope. How can I go about the wise men in the Ming Dynasty? I failed and fought wildly? Why should I talk about the loss of destruction? A talented poet is a white-clothed minister. I am a silly minister of fireworks and alleys, and I follow the agreement to paint a barrier. Fortunately, I am interested in it, and I can search for it. I am so snuggling in red and green, and my romantic affairs are all smooth. I am always a reward for my youth. I am willing to exchange my fame for a light and sing."

Unruly lyrics spread throughout the ancient sky...

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"The cicada is sad and sad. When facing the long pavilion, the sudden rain has just stopped. The capital tent has no time to drink,

Just when I was nostalgic, the orchid boat was destroyed. I held my hands and looked at me with tears, but I was speechless. The thoughts went away, the mist was deep and the dusk mist was deep in the vast sky. I have been sad since ancient times, and I felt so sorry for the separation, and I was even more lonely. I was neglected to the Qing Autumn Festival. Where did I wake up from the night?

The willow bank, the morning breeze and the waning moon. After years of this, it should be a good time and a beautiful scene. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you about it?"

Li Bai was talented and Su Shi was also romantic. If he wanted to be a talented man, and he could play both talent and romantic with ease, he might not be able to see Liu Yong's neck and neck. His bloody soul cynically carried the imperial signboard of "composing the lyrics according to the order", and implemented the imperial edict of Renzong in an open manner, "singing softly" day and night. This move was also poisonous. He played with the emperor's humiliation and breathlessness.

——For thousands of years, only Liu Yong dared to sink so much; only Liu Yong was the one who died so wonderful.

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After the dance of the song "The King of Qin Breaking the Formation", the figure of "peerless" Tsinghua slowly retreated, and the "talented man" Mo Yan waved his hand lightly, but the sound of the piano in his hand suddenly changed again. The passionate tune suddenly sank and turned into a dark and faint feeling like crying, as if the dead in the underworld were crying and sad.

This song is a new song created by "Guangling San" and "Swordsman of the Three Talents", which has been heard and passed down from all over the world, such as "Guangling San" and "Swordsman of the Swordsman of the Three Talents", which has been heard and passed down through the world. After feeling something, I have a collective impression of it - "Ghost Way" in "Five Ways".

Back then, the three talented swordsman once gathered the power of three to create the unique song "There is Snow in the World". He originally thought it was an insurmountable pinnacle work. Who would have thought that in a music conference, the already dead song Liu and the other two fell from the sky. The song "Swordsman" shocked everyone, which also made the three talented swordsman amazed. Then he vowed to create another real peerless work. Finally, they and several super musicians worked hard to create a new song "The Way of Heaven", "The Way of Humanity", "The Way of God" and "The Way of Ghost". When the song was completed, thunder roared, the wind was roaring, dark clouds covered the sun, and hundreds of beasts were roaring. This day was later called "The Way of Heaven", "The Way of God".

Today, on such an occasion, the "talented man" Mo Yan suddenly played the song "Ghost Road" by a stranger, but it was exactly the same as the whole day. Later, when I thought of it, I couldn't help but sigh: "God's will..."

Not to mention what happened later, the "talented man" Mo Yan suddenly played the song "Ghost Road" and caused everyone's emotions. At this time, the maids of Qinglou came to everyone one by one, and put a candle for everyone with expressionless expressions. Everyone was confused first and then suddenly realized it. Suddenly I remembered that it was

The traditional program since ancient times is about to begin...

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The magic light suddenly went out, and the candle in front of everyone emitted a miserable green "bright" light. Mo Yan pointed the resentful piano sound even more low, floating in everyone's ears, as if there were or didn't, as if there were or were from Jiuyou. Gradually, the sound in the Fenglou became lower and became unheard, and finally fell into silence. Then again, the traditional program of "The Ullambana" was indeed... no one spoke for a long time, and the air seemed to become heavier.

After a long time, someone finally broke the silent poet Li Bai's originally elegant and clear voice seemed to become dark in this environment. He only heard him cough heavily and said in a low voice: "Everyone, the time has come, what do you think?"

Cao Zhi, who has always been elegant and elegant next to him and is known as a talented man, also said quietly: "This matter has become a routine. You are all great sages. I think you understand it, so there is no need to say much."

Song Yuexin Qiji, who was both heroic and unrestrained, suddenly pulled up, pulled out his sword from his waist, and said sternly: "All of you are a great man of a generation, why should you act like a child? This has become a routine. Has anyone ever avoided it?"

Mr. Jiaxuan clearly resonated with everyone. A stream of meticulous words sounded softly, causing a low noise in the darkness. After a while, an old voice sounded.

——Since that's the case, let me go first...
Chapter completed!