Friday, May 27, 2011

more than one hundred and eight flag

Eighteen Castle stands, light fog, winding, every thousand feet peaks are drawn to waterfalls, splashes bursts of thin smoke, green water and the flow Raoshan, lush and beautiful place. Springs gurgle, flowers, let this beautiful land of more than one angry, more than a ray of Smart. In other parts, such a view may be nothing, but is rarely met in the North field, full of gravel, grass, such as the fairy landscape. Rich vegetation, water Ze mist, misty temples, mountains, beautiful place really is paradise. Fan Ye direct snap of the fingers, the gate at the inscription Xia, who outraged the door, only to three people to dare to overreaching, were set to open in this camp, it is not doing justice to them. Guardian of the gate were all wielding weapons, Feijian, God, like a light rain hammers, etc., JI shoot from. Fan Ye do not care, big sleeves wave, . He vigorously toss sleeves were all inverted at the gate out, Zaijin pool under the waterfall. Fan Ye mountains standing in front of, behind Guanghua flash, more than one hundred and eight flag, which he spent the day yesterday, time stamped out. In the Southern domain, Ling Hui Han winter refining his drug not a Presbyterian, anti accompany life on his own, where he hides out two volumes of ancient books by Dong Fu. One volume is the text on the Road, the ancient books, he entered the Palace Road, has been able to comprehend after the close environment, which hides the scrolls of ancient Cheats, although not profound, but there are also unique. Fan Ye engraved one hundred and eight of the flag, clouds channel pattern, but closure storm of the law, he dished out four, suddenly storm the gate locked. He then soaring into the sky, the remaining one thousand eight hundred and four thrown out, all inserted in the landscape, the ten blocked. Banner fluttering sound, a murky, lost in the mountains outside. Mountain front, bluestone paving, lying hundreds of steps, such as long queues on both sides of fresh grass, vines coiled cents, gurgling streams. It made him feel suited. He likes landscapes, like beauty, Qingxia door spiritual cultivation is indeed a good place.

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