Tianbao Fuyao Lu

The phoenix leads tens of thousands of birds and flies from the end of the sky. Behind them are billowing clouds like a sea of ​​fire, passing Chang'an.The golden-winged roc lives high on the top of the Xingqing Palace, its eyes reflect the people of the prosperous China, all things rise and fall in silence, and the tide ebbs and flows.Li Jinglong dragged his scarred body, releasing a bright light from his hands, and kept approaching Hongjun. "The living... are passers-by..." His deep voice resounded through the world, and in an instant the overwhelming black mist receded before the light. "The dead...return to people." That light is the blazing sun shining on the sky and the earth, the twinkling stars in the night sky, and a heart lamp that breaks through the darkness and never goes out. "Heaven and Earth are one... Against the Journey, we are saddened for eternity... Dust." Li Jinglong closed his eyes, and put his hand on Hong Jun's forehead.The white light suddenly spread, covering the battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.In the light and shadow of that lamp, the feasting and feasting in Pingkang, the phoenix trees under the summer sun of the Exorcist, the wind, sand and snow in the sky beyond the Great Wall, the singing of Artai like a clear spring, the songs picked by Mo Rigen and Lu Xu The leaves in the early morning and Qiu Yongsi's flying strokes are turned into the immortal poems in Li Bai's cup-Wuling is young and golden, and the silver saddle and white horse are in the spring breeze.Luo Hua wanders wherever she goes, and smiles into Orchid's restaurant.Wherever you go, you will be unlucky. Gong X will suck the luck of those around you. This article is also called "Who is not a prince yet?" "Protagonists: Hongjun, Li Jinglong