This question, in his mind, actually has an implicit answer. However, the reaction of Huacheng was quite different from what he expected.

For a moment, Huacheng suddenly said: "Sorry."

Thank you for your understanding: "What?"

He originally thought that if the "Thousand Lights View" is not an Oolong, then it is most likely to have a relationship with it. But no matter what his guess is wrong, Huacheng did not say the reason for the sorry. Huacheng did not answer, only to signal him to go forward with himself, thank you for following him. The two walked for a while, and at the corner, the sight of the audience suddenly became bright and clear, and a palace view of aura was quietly presented in front of Xie.

For a moment, his breathing was stagnant.

In all directions, the black and the red are intertwined with the ghostland scenery. In this encirclement, the palace is beautiful and beautiful, like a fairyland.

Such a palace based on light and brilliance is located in a ghost city with a mixture of dragons and snakes, and it is so incomprehensible, but it is so shocking. The moment you enter your eyes, you will leave an indelible impression in your mind. For a long while, thank you for your kindness: "...this is..."

Before they stood in front of this palace, they both looked up. Huacheng also slightly raised its head, saying: "The Mid-Autumn Festival in the past few days, thinking that my brother is going to participate in their boring game every year in the heavenly court, I got this place and gave some fun to my brother when I went to the banquet. Untiring."

"..."

His way of "debating" is unavoidable. In order to give thanks, "get some fun", I got a look at it, and I also raised three thousand miles to pray for a bright light!

Huacheng bowed his head slightly and finished the whole cuff. He said: "I didn't want to teach you what I knew, because it was my own arrangement. I built my brother's view in this messy place, and my brother would have to be surprised."

Thanks for shaking his head immediately. Huacheng actually felt that he had troubled him, so he didn't want him to know that he didn't know what to say. At this step, thank you very much, but it is too weak. So, thank you for your heart, take a deep breath, and concentrate on enjoying this "Thousand Lights View", you must squat, and the first side: "This palace is beautiful. Its magnificent, its a natural work, and its not a few days work. Sanlang will not be built in the near future?

Huacheng smiled and said: "Nature is not. My brother looks good. This place was built very early. It is hard to use it, so it has been hidden. I have never let anyone else come in. I would like to thank my brother for letting it. I finally found the purpose, and this is the day."

Hearing words, thank you for being a little relieved.

Since it was built long ago, it has never been used. I think it should be used for other purposes at the beginning. It is now used by hand. Otherwise, if Huacheng really built a palace view for him, he would be even more uneasy. Of course, depending on the nature of Huacheng, it is very likely that it is purely for the sake of building fun. Although she was very curious about the original construction of such a city with a ghost city, it was intended to be used, but it still clung to the impulse of inquiry. Asking too much is not a good habit. Who knows when to ask what should not be asked?

Huacheng Road: "Go in and see?"

Thank you for your kindness: "Of course."

The two walked side by side, slowly entering the palace and strolling on the jade pavement. After four visits, the view was open and clear, but there was no statue, and there was no futon to be worshipped by believers. Huacheng Road: "In a hurry, there are a lot of sloppy, my brother Haihan."

Thank you, Charlie: "No. I feel very good, very good. There is no statue and a futon. It is always best not to have it. But why are there no cards?"

This question is not a question, but there are a few jade flower shops on the ground that have carefully carved the dark lines of the words "Thousands of Lights". The plaques that carry the facades are not hung up. Naturally, it is not because of hasty, so he Curious to ask. Huacheng smiled and said: "There is no way. I don't have any people who can write here. You can only see the group. It is good to be literate. What kind of calligraphy do you have in your brother? I will ask you to write this brand, or, I thought the best way, my brother wrote a piece of it and hung it on this thousand lights. That would be wonderful."

Said, he pointed to the main hall for Taiwan. The jade case is extremely long and extremely wide. It is arranged in a well-organized manner with some offerings and a fragrant tripod. It also has a pen and ink basket, and the book is clear and elegant. The two went forward and thanked the pity: "That's not as good as it is, please ask Saburo to help me write."

Its said that Huachengs eyes are slightly wide, and it seems that he did not expect him to say this, I?

Thanks: "Well."

Huacheng pointed to himself and said: "I really want to write?"

Thanks to the pity, he asked: "What can be Saburo?"

Huacheng raised an eyebrow and said: "There is nothing wrong with it, just..."

Seeing that Xie pity has been waiting for him to answer, he took up his hand and seemed to be helpless: "Okay. Just, I am not good at writing."

This is amazing. Xie pity really can't imagine, Huacheng will do something bad, smiled and said: "Oh? Is it, write one to see?"

Huacheng asked again: "I really want to write?"

Thanks for taking a few sheets of white paper, neatly laid on the jade case, carefully healed, and picked a purple eye, and sent it to him, saying: "Come."

Seeing that he is ready, Huacheng said: "Let's do. But don't laugh."

Thanks for your nod. "That is natural."

So, Huacheng took the pen and wrote it in a serious way. Thanks for the pity, the more you look, the more unpredictable your face.

He really wants to hold back, but still can't do it. Huacheng whispered on the paper, with a warning and a little joke: "Brother."

Thanks for the right color, said: "My fault."

He doesn't want to, but what is he? The word of Huacheng is really funny! !

Even the most embarrassing wild grass that she had seen before, she was not half wild. This wildness is also mixed with a sigh of evil. I am afraid that the calligraphy will be stunned. Thanks to the hard work and recognition for a long time, he barely recognized the ghosts of "Bohai", "Water", "Wushan" and "Cloud". He guessed that he should have written "When the sea was difficult, except Wushan is not a cloud."

I thought of Huacheng as a ghost in a ghost world, so feared and feared, finally revealed this expression on a certain thing, and still write this kind of thing, he even laughed and endured the twitching twitching, both hands picked up the flower city The work that was completed in the air, forced to calm down, said: "Well. Very individual, self-contained. There is 'wind'."

Huacheng put a pen on the pen, and the posture is quite impressive. He smiled and said: "What is crazy?"

Xie pity pretended not to hear, a serious comment: "In fact, it is not difficult to write well, write your own 'wind', it is difficult. If it is just good-looking, but it looks good, it is also down. Sanlang Road is very good. There is a wind of everyone, soaking up the mountains and rivers..." There are still eight words behind: the mountains and rivers are broken, and the soldiers are in ruins. There is no way, it is very hard to compose the praises. When Huacheng listened, he raised his eyebrows higher and doubted: "Really?"

Thanks to pity: "Have I ever fooled Saburo?"

Huacheng slowly added a few new fragrances to the little Jinding in the side. In the smoke and dark fragrance, he seemed to carelessly: "I really want to write well. No one teaches, I don't know what is wrong with this."

He can ask the right person. Xie pity said: "There is nothing wrong with it, but it is..." After thinking about it, I finally felt that the light could not be said, and I went close, and I took a pen and wrote two lines of verses written on the paper. In one go, look at the moment, smiled and sighed: "Hey. I have no chance to write for many years, it is not as good as before."

Huacheng gaze at the four lines with different styles and different styles, especially the last two sentences of thanking and praying - "taking the flowers and lazy back, half-edge cultivating half-margin", connecting the poems repeatedly Several times, my eyes linger. For a long while, he looked up: "Seeking advice?"

Thanks to the pity: "I don't dare to teach." So, he talked about the essentials of the city, and he has no reservations. He will give his experience in calligraphy when he was young.

The fragrant scent, the bright light, the praying is serious, the flower city listens to the focus. In the hall, the whispers are light, the picture and the voice are very soft. After a while, thank you: "Are you coming again?"

Huacheng "oh", and took the pen, and seemed to write a few words seriously. Thanks for watching him, holding his hands and rubbing his head, said: "It's a bit interesting. But..."

However, he always felt that there was something wrong with Huacheng. Looking at Emei for a moment, he suddenly found out exactly what was wrong - Huacheng did not hold the pen at all.

Even holding the pen pose is a mess, of course not right!

Thanks for the pity and laughter, standing closer, and not thinking about reaching out to correct, said: "The way you hold is wrong, to be like this..."

When he reached out, he suddenly realized that it might be slightly wrong. The two are not long teachers and young people. It is too intimate to teach them in such a way. But it has already been shot, and there is no reason to rush back, so it is deliberate. Therefore, hesitated for a moment, he still did not withdraw. Think again, the last ghost gambling gambling, Huacheng is not the same hand to teach him to shake the scorpion? Although she felt that she hadn't learned anything at that time, she still had a feeling of being deceived afterwards, but this time, he really wanted to teach the city a little something. Therefore, thankful and warm palms and peace of mind stuck to the cold hand of Huacheng, gently holding, driving his gesture to swim away, whispered: "So..."

Feeling that his hand was mad at the flower city, he took control and corrected it. Not a moment, he felt that his movements were more frenzied and uncontrollable, and he had to hold tighter. The words written by two people together were twisted and twisted, and they were unsightly. The more they felt, the more they felt wrong. They couldnt help but say: "This..."

Huacheng seems to make a bad success, giving a low laugh. The paper is indiscriminate, and thank you for your helplessness: "Sanlang... Don't do this. Learn well, write well."

Huacheng Road: "Oh."

At first glance, it is pretending to be serious. Xie pity shook his head and laughed.

Although Huachengs hand was cold, he held it in his hand, but he was inexplicably like holding a soldering iron and dare not use it any more. At this time, Xie Lis eyes suddenly swept to the edge of the platform and condensed.

He looked at him and saw the corner of the jade case, leaving a small flower alone.