Chapter 3 3. Salty

Xuanji walked nearly 30 miles away from Chang'an City, and smelled the stench coming towards him. Xuanji knew that it was the smell of people, people who were far away from the Buddha. Xuanji left the main road, found a poplar tree, and spit out a few mouthfuls.Suddenly, the wind blew past, Xuanji's lower body was dry, and the leaves all turned in one direction, shining silvery white.Xuanji thought back to the days when he first read Buddhist scriptures, and he was distracted by playing tricks in the scriptures. While reading and reciting, he imagined those lingering things in his mind, and occasionally his upper eyelid beats his lower eyelid to make him feel sleepy.The sun is about to set, and the scriptures turn from silvery white to golden yellow in front of your eyes, and the wind turns over half of the leaves of the poplar tree, making the golden white dazzling.

It’s been a long time since I’ve smelled so many people, and the difference is still there, Chang’an is right.While thinking, Xuanji happily walked into Chang'an City. Xuanji found a small courtyard in the northeast corner of Chang'an City and settled down. The criteria for Xuanji to find land are as follows.First, it's not big, about half an acre. With the help of female disciples Lu Yao and Hong Tuan, Xuanji can clean up everything in the yard impeccably.Second, there are trees, such as Albizia Julibrissin or Chinese parasol tree, with wisteria under the tree, and hoopoe on the tree. Xuanji can be awakened by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the morning.Third, there are mountains, which can be seen from the windows, and you can pick fresh cannabis, shepherd's purse and poppies at the foot of the mountain after a short walk.Fourth, close to Han Yu's house, if Xuanji, Lvyao and Hongtuan use a specific audio to speak or shout, calling food, calling wine, calling Buddha, calling poetry, calling spring, calling bed, if Han Yu is in his own house, No matter in reading, meditating, eating, drinking, or dreaming, you can hear it.

The predecessor of Chang'an City was Daxing City built 60 years ago by the Great Sui Dynasty. Daxing City was built by Yu Wenkai. Including Yu Wenkai, in Yu Wenkai's team, one-third are Han, one-third are Hu, and one-third are hybrids of Han and Hu.Han people have black eyes, Hu people have blue eyes, some hybrids have black and blue eyes, some hybrids have black eyes on the left eye, blue eyes on the right eye, and some hybrids have blue eyes on the left eye , the right eye is a black eyeball.As with cats and mules and everything else, things get complicated once people are hybrids.

Because of this complex team combination, Daxing City fully considered the relationship between the east and the west when selecting the site.The location is west enough, the attraction of oriental women and goods is greater than the fear of the long distance, enough barbarians come here with camels and penises.The location is east enough, and the light cavalry can quickly drive east and south for a few days, and they can wash horses and burn in Luoyang and Jingzhou.Surrounded by Beishan and Qinling Mountains, surrounded by eight waters, and rich in valleys in Qinchuan, it is livable and easy to defend.

When the city was built, the skins of the Han people were used to wrap the stuffing of the Hu people. Pi'er was rolled out according to "Zhou Li". One hundred and eight squares were marked out with roads like a chessboard, and each square was divided into sixteen plots by Shizijie and four other streets. The four ports of Shizijie, They are the east, west, south and north gates of the square.The number of 108 squares is stipulated in "Zhou Li".The head is the Taiji Palace, where the emperor lives, the heart is the imperial city, where all the officials stay, the left milk is the Taimiao, where ancestors are worshipped, the right milk is Taishe, where the government is worshiped, and the hands are the golden road between Jinguangmen and Chunmingmen. The legs are Suzaku Avenue between Suzaku Gate and Mingde Gate.At the base of the legs, where the penis and scrotum are, is the Suzaku gate.These arrangements are also stipulated in the "Zhou Li".Yu Wenkai read "Zhou Li" carefully, but did not find that "Zhou Li" clearly stipulated the color of the city's penis. He remembered the bright red bellyband he wore when he was a child, and the dick under the bellyband, so he chose red.When erect, the bird flies, changing from the black and yellow flesh color to the vibrant red of life, Suzaku.Not counting the Forbidden City in the north, there are a total of nine gates in the east, west and south: Tonghua Gate, Chunming Gate, Yanxing Gate, Qixia Gate, Mingde Gate, Anhua Gate, Yanping Gate, Jinguang Gate, and Kaiyuan Gate. The upper anus and the opening of the urethra, Mingde Gate is at the end of Suzaku Avenue, like a horse's eye at the opening of the urethra.These arrangements are also stipulated in the "Zhou Li".

Stuffing embodies the habits of Hu people.High-end buildings generally use marble, and some buildings are still as new as they have been used for 30 or 40 years.Each square has a city wall, enclosing the square, like a western castle.Usually, only one south gate is open.If the four doors of a workshop are wide open, there are only two situations, one is a fire, and the other is a rebellion. This is the south gate, which is also closed very early at night. Once closed, it will not be opened for anyone. This regulation was formulated by Yu Wenkai, claiming to prevent thieves, but the real purpose is to prevent collusion and rebellion. After night, after drinking, after a woman's embrace, a man's heart is full of bullshit, and he will think that life is short for a while. , All beings are equal, think of rebellion.

This regulation is also based on Western management experience. If the castle is locked, there will be no chance to meet and talk if you want to seek it, and you will not be able to get in if you want to. One of the side effects of the implementation of this regulation is that it has completely changed the operation mode of brothels for a hundred years, and the second side effect is that it has completely triggered the prosperity of Sui and Tang poetry. Before the Sui Dynasty, there were protracted wars, and urban brothels tended to be light on property. There were a dozen or so simple houses, and occasionally some simple meals were prepared. Romance and singing were not encouraged, and there were no guest rooms.Roughly wash and wash, break the legs in the gun room and fuck, after the fuck, wipe the body, eat a bowl of hot mutton stewed noodles, go home and say hello to the parents, hug the wife, fuck again when the strength is good, the strength is not good straight to sleep.At that time, men were beaten to death in batches, and there were many women. The charging method of brothels was based on the number of times, and the money was charged once for each shot.Fucking raw cunt in a brothel is easy to be excited and nervous, and the time to climax is often very short, before the incense burns halfway, the dick turns gray and limp.A gun room is used on average 20 to 30 times a day, and the highest record is 71 times.

Twenty gun houses with forty women, less investment, high turnover rate, quick money earning.After the peace of the Sui Dynasty, the department responsible for the daily affairs of the city wanted people to live more gracefully, and changed the charging method of brothels to charging by time, from entering to leaving, no matter how many times they ejaculated during the period.In order to prevent those who have been holding back for a year and can shoot seven or eight times with one stick of incense, the usual custom is that if they shoot more than once within the time of one stick of incense, the girls will be given more money for each extra shot.If during this period of time besides fucking, he also wrote poetry, and the girls recognized it as poetry, then he would not have to pay for extra ejaculation.The city officials are all men of letters, and after being entangled in mundane affairs, they still miss the old days of drinking, cunt and romantic poetry.Although poetry is useless, if there is no poetry, the heart will be empty, the body will not be able to fly, and it will not be quiet.

Yu Wenkai was born in urban construction. He had never been in charge of the daily affairs of the city. He first considered the requirements of the security department. After the completion of Daxing City, a regulation was established to close the gate at night.After the country and the city are too large, different departments have issued many contradictory regulations. These regulations are perfect from their own perspectives, but together they are immoral and smoky, and there is no ass hole in having a child.There is no coordination mechanism for the internal contradictions of these regulations. Whoever has a big fist will eventually obey. The security department has a bigger fist than the city's daily affairs department.After the implementation of the regulation that the door of the square is closed at night, it has placed a great psychological burden on the client. Those who can finish the fuck can only finish it, and those who can last for an hour, worry about going late and sleeping on the street, using the most exciting position, The fastest rhythm, strive to finish within one hundred draws.Some brothels closed down, and the remaining brothels began to open rooms in order to attract business and adapt to market changes.Later, for long-term big customers, some tunnels were dug, leading directly from the brothel to their residences.

These tunnels are gradually connected, wide and narrow, extending in all directions, becoming another city under Daxing City.The Sui Dynasty was too short for this underground city to cause much trouble.But in the Tang Dynasty, in the subsequent major rebellions of the Anshi Rebellion level, the guest rooms of these brothels served as mob gathering points, and this tunnel network played the role of transmitting confidential information, transporting people, weapons and even small horses and chariots .These, in fact, also have lessons from the West to refer to. Many castles were destroyed by tunnels. They were first dug for a lover's tryst, and then they were used by the revolution. Kai fully understands.

Before Yu Wenkai promulgated this system, a bastard with black eyes on the left and blue on the right reminded Yu Wenkai of the existence of this risk. After carefully studying him for a while, Yu Wenkai asked him, why do you have such a rich imagination? Did your dad give birth to you with anal sex? Li Shimin's right eyeball was black and his left eyeball was blue. He entered the Daxing City of the Sui Dynasty and basically didn't move. Li Shimin is not afraid of being sneaky from the previous dynasty. He is a simple barbarian. He has murdered and fucked ghosts since he was a child. He has a strong outlook on life as a bastard. When they entered Daxing City, all the males were basically dead, and the females could hardly be read. All the household registration documents were confiscated in a safe place, and the elder brother and the third younger brother were also killed at the Xuanwu Gate in the imperial city. Yes, he stabbed nine times and confirmed his face three times, so what trouble could there be? Some aides also suggested that Daxing City is a historic site and a cultural relic. For the first time, the comprehensive practice of "Zhou Li" should be thoroughly protected, and a new city should be built in the northeast corner of the old city.Li Shimin said, fart, the world is set for the first time, the Tubo and the Huns are still strong, and they don’t have the money to build another city, are you sent by the Yang family, Tubo or the Huns? After more than ten years of Zhiping, Chang'an City has become the largest city in the world.According to the introduction of the old Chang'an people, there are 108 lifangs and a population of 600,000, which is called a million.It is so big, so numerous, so complex, it is number one in China and number one in the world. Among the 600,000 people, there are 500,000 local residents, 50,000 officers and soldiers, 20,000 migrants, 20,000 monks and nuns, and 10,000 barbarians.The composition of the Hu people is complex, including the nine surnames of Zhaowu, Persia, Dashi, Turkic, Japanese, Gaogouli, Tubo, Tianzhu, and Uighur.The Persians are the most, and there are five Zoroastrian temples built, including Hongfu's, and only one Nestorian and Muslim.Xuanji doesn't like Zoroastrianism, Zoroastrianism is black and white, one yang god and one yin god, the yin god always makes trouble, the yang god can always subdue the yin god, why?Xuanji hated Islam, and the woman was locked in the courtyard like a decoration.Xuanji thinks that Nestorianism is very flattering and has a future. If you believe in Jesus Christ, he will bear all the sufferings in the world for you, and you will be fine if you shed tears. It’s so funny. In Chang'an City, from Zhuquemen to Mingdemen, a north-south Suzaku Avenue, from Jinguangmen to Chunmingmen, an east-west Jinguang Avenue.One hundred and nine lifangs were cut into four pieces by two avenues.Xuanji made a preliminary selection, and there were four lifangs that basically met her requirements: Yonglefang, Changshoufang, Yongxingfang, and Changlefang.The names of Yongle and Changle are not good, they are happy all day, more annoying than raining all day and being sunny all day, silly?Xuanji also doesn't like longevity. She has been sensible since she was three years old, and she fully understood very early on that longevity is humiliating.After every climax, Xuanji couldn't help thinking, at this moment, it's just a matter of death, the wind will turn over half of the leaves of the poplar tree, and it will be golden and white. It was only after Xuanji moved into Yongxingfang that he found out that he had chosen the right place, not far away was the East Market of Chang'an City, where shopping was convenient, and the west was next to the Imperial City, clean and tidy. In the rooms around the yard, Xuanji didn't move much, just cleaned it.There is a small garden in the middle of the yard. People were arranged mysteriously, one horizontal and one vertical, and a cross pond was dug, in which some water lilies were planted here and there.Water is a mysterious thing. You said, where does lake water come from?Why not disappear into the sky or into the earth? The first time I met Han Yu in Jiaofang Xuanji, Han Yu said that she was like water.Xuanji thought at the time, Han Yu is indeed a legendary genius, unlike the local hooligan literati, who don’t use nicknames when they praise people. If they are fat, they say they look like peony, if they are thin, they say they look like wintersweet, and if they are neither fat nor thin, they say they look like magnolia. You don’t need a dead ghost’s name to praise people, saying that you are like Xi Shi, Diao Chan, Bao Si, Da Ji, the description is so detailed, nipples, cunt hair, waist, as if they have seen it before, even if you don’t As if he had seen it and touched it, even if he hadn't touched it, he had fucked it. Qin Shihuang burned books and buried scholars, and buried these hooligans alive. Like water, it sounds fresh, but if you think about it carefully, you can't think of anything, it's a fool, and you don't know whether he is praising you or scolding you.After thinking about it for a long time, it seemed to be very reasonable, as if boasting of all her benefits and moistening all her crevices.Han Yu came back to Jiaofang for the second time to find Xuanji, and told her, I met you in my previous life.Xuanji said, you saw me yesterday.Han Yu said, every time we meet and part, what is the difference from another life?Xuanji thought to himself, really coquettish, and said, well, I will see you in the next few lives, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, come and see me again. Then the problem that needs to be solved is the furniture. You have to sit down first, you have to be able to lie down, chant scriptures, write, and temporarily lose consciousness. Xuanji went to find Yunmao. Yun Mao did not make furniture. Yun Mao originally wrote poems and made weapons, and made great contributions to the Tang Dynasty.Yun Mao has an oval face, a long chin, and a sparse beard. He was frightened when he was a child, has long-term poor sleep, and has a thin body.Yun Mao’s first poems are close to Qu Yuan’s, with long sentences twisting and turning, filled with many flowers and plants, gods and words that most people don’t know, all poems are written to the only emperor in my heart and the only evil cunt that the dick remembers .In terms of weapons, Yunmao has designed a field transport vehicle. The material is mixed with a lot of bamboo and rattan. The body is very light and does not deform. He even designed a folding umbrella for the donkey and pony pulling the cart.Both the donkey and the pony like to pull Yunmao's cart, and they often praise him in private. He looks like a donkey and a horse.Yun Mao also designed a kind of ladder with barbs on one side and power on the other side. When attacking the city wall, the side with barbs will be firmly nailed to it. If the wall does not fall, the ladder will never fall.From the end of the Sui Dynasty to the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, as the war progressed, the city changed hands frequently, and more and more city walls were nailed with Yunmao Ladder. Persian businessmen wrote back to China, saying that the Chinese pay more and more attention to the city in times of major disasters. public evacuation facilities.Yunmao's peak work in the later period of the war was the Yunmao Ball.Yun Mao used the gear device to store power in the huge beef tendon. This power could throw a huge spherical bamboo basket from outside the city directly to the enemy command post in the center of the city.A Yunmao ball can ride four warriors with swords, launch it once, and probably more than two of the four warriors can land alive and continue to fight.Among the dead samurai, a small part died of fright, most of them were thrown to death.In order to reduce the weight of the Yunmao ball, the protective pads are not spread over the entire Yunmao ball, and the samurai who did not catch up with the protective pads when they landed were killed.Those who were not scared to death or fell to death, to a certain extent, also received a high degree of fright and fall, and saw the companions around them who were scared to death or fell to death, and their minds often appeared in a trance. They killed the cloud ball, often brave, Regardless of life and death, he looks like a madman, and his sword is like the wind.This effect was not designed by Yunmao. After the war was basically over, Yunmao asked to retire and wanted to return to his hometown and travel around. He was especially interested in the many small Buddhist countries in the west told by the monk Kumarajiva in Kucha.Yun Mao wanted to use the same language as "Li Sao" to try to translate Buddhist scriptures, perhaps surpassing Kumarajiva's translations of "Diamond Sutra", "Maha Prajna" and "Miaofa Lianhua".Yun Mao likes Kumarajiva's translation far better than Xuanzang and other Han Chinese monks. He wondered for a long time why a barbarian, a barbarian who didn't use Chinese since childhood, could translate better than the best Chinese scholars. it is good.Later, Yunmao heard from the monks at the translation office in Chang’an that when Kumarajiva was translating scriptures, he had to drink alcohol, fuck cunts, and profuse poetry from time to time. When Xuanzang was translating scriptures, he didn’t drink water or dogs. , Yun Mao is not surprising.Yun Mao has read Buddhist scriptures, and he agrees that the expression is a mistake, and there must be thousands of mistakes in saying one thing.Words are not the best way, but words are a better way than any other medium.Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, and words do not point directly, but they are more comprehensive, changeable, and closest to the truth than other direct points.Besides, how many people can hear the singing?How many people can touch a carved Buddha?So text is the best way. "The Tathagata speaks of the world, it's not the world, it's called the world", the translation is so flamboyant, there are no loopholes, a little bit is missed, and it is instantly blocked, "I fuck you, I don't fuck you, it's called fuck you". In order to expound on the Buddhist language, Yun Mao composed two poems, both called, one of which is as follows: "The solemn Buddha-lander That is not solemn is solemn happy you Is not happy with you (hands, head, eyes, buttocks, chest, face, laughing cunt) is called happy you" At this moment, Yun Mao's heart is full of great love. "I don't know what I like about you. I really don't know. If I'm sure I know what I like about you, I don't like you enough. Because I'm not sure what I like about you, I like everything about you and everything else." Yunmao swore to the court that he would never disclose military secrets when he met any enemy, whether friend or foe, but Changsun Wuji said that you are a military secret, which is more important than a hundred Yunmao balls, even though we believe you , chop your fingers and you don’t confess, but let two beauties in Kucha suck your dick, stop in the middle, and the two beauties will look at you together, you don’t have to force it, just confess, remember that at the beginning, you told us like this Recruited.So after the end of the large-scale war, Yun Mao has been restricted to live in Chang'an.Stay in a yard near Liquan Temple in the northwest corner, eat and drink, have marijuana and poppy, don't go out, don't use paper and pen to draw drawings, don't talk to barbarians, and monks often sent by the government to promote premature death to him Various benefits and many convenient ways of committing suicide.There are four samurai with swords guarding the gate, and at the same time taking care of Yunmao's diet and daily life.These four warriors with swords have all sat in the Yunmao Ball during previous battles, and more than two brothers in the army have died in the Yunmao Ball. They have experienced death in the air so close at hand, and they have an impression in their minds.They are usually very silent, occasionally active, lose their logic when talking, and look like crazy monsters, slashing around with knives, and the knives are like the wind.When the four samurai swords were blowing like the wind, the wind of the swords shook the parasol trees, and the courtyard was very shady. In the past three years, Yun Mao has not translated a single Buddhist scripture. He used to recite proficiently and "Li Sao" and often forgets some not-so-excellent sentences. Yun Mao asked Xuanji, why are you looking for me? Xuanji said, make furniture. Yun Mao said, I only know how to make weapons, and the furniture should be bought in the West Market or the East Market. Xuanji said, I want you to make some different furniture and make good use of bamboo and wood. Yun Mao said, why should I do it for you? Xuanji said, you need to work, otherwise both your head and dick will grow green hair first. When Xuanji went to pick up the furniture, Yunmao said, "This is the Yunmao chair made for you. There is no blueprint, and they won't let me write. I made two for you. Chang'an City didn't have it before, and now there are only two. There are only two in Datang, and they are all yours.One is wood, nanmu, and the other is bamboo, moso bamboo.I don't charge money, it's not easy to set a price, and you don't need to suck my dick, if I get sucked, I can't go out, and you can't come to me often to suck me, or busy, or Dharma, or you You don't like me that much, anyway, if you can't come often, I will be miserable.I can't let these crazy warriors suck for me, can I?They had fun sucking, came up crazy, pulled a knife out of their boots, cut off my cock, my pissing dick was gone, and I had to help myself make a bamboo pissing cock, which wasn't very nice.In this way, in the future, when others ask, what is this, you just say, this is the Yunmao chair, this is the Yunmao chair, this is the Yunmao chair, and if you say it three times, it is enough to repay me. It is a beautiful, complete, complicated and simple chair, so simple that no piece of bamboo can be omitted, and so complete that it seems that you can sit in it for a lifetime, without excrement and urine, and firewood and rice.There are foot pads and rollers that can be pulled out under the chair, and the back of the chair can be adjusted back and forth. Yun Mao said, this chair, the back of the chair is completely straightened, you can sit on it, and the back of the chair is completely down, you can lie on it. Xuanji asked, what else can be done? Yun Mao asked, how do you know what else to do? Xuanji said, otherwise you would not be Yunmao, otherwise you would have transcended life and death. Yun Mao said, it's still a weapon, you break the protective bolt, you press here and here, it can shoot darts in five directions, and no one can escape within three meters.For a stunner like you, someone must be crazy about you. If you are not crazy about him, but he insists, you can kill him, or threaten to kill him. Xuanji asked, what else can be done? Yun Mao asked, how do you know what else to do?Xuanji said, otherwise it wouldn't be Yunmao, otherwise you wouldn't be able to remember being unhappy about being sucked by a dick. Yun Mao said, it's okay to fuck.Originally, I could easily press a mechanism. When you are sitting or lying down, a bamboo or wooden dick sticks out. Later, I thought, bamboo or wooden dick must not be as comfortable as meat, it is not human flesh, I’m afraid You're not used to it, and it's not easy to keep it fresh. It's human flesh, and you don't lack it, so you didn't install it. After finishing speaking, he turned around, grasped the armrests of the chair with both hands, faced the back of the chair, his buttocks turned outward, and his ass was facing the sky as much as possible, and twisted back and forth three times, as if there was really a man behind him fucking him. Then he turned his head to look at Xuanji, hehe, he laughed twice, his face showed a light that was much older than his age, which was a demonstration. Xuanji said that there could be another method of sex. After Xuanji finished speaking, he adjusted the chair to lie down, lay on it, raised his face to look at Yunmao, Yunmao was behind Xuanji, Xuanji's eyelashes were very long, his face was evenly pink, and the lotus blossomed without any flaws.Xuanji said, for example, you are standing behind my head now, my mouth is higher than my nose, my nose is higher than my eyes, my eyes are looking at you, your dick is on top of your egg bag, You stuffed your cock horizontally into my mouth, down my throat, and your eyes could see my tits, my cunt a little farther away, my calf further away, and my heels.Your bag of eggs is on my nose, come your hands, grab my breasts. If I still had hair, it would hang straight down between your legs and down to your feet.Because of the good angle of the Yunmao chair, your cock can go straight into my throat, so deep that your entire egg sac is stuffed into my mouth.When your dick is pumping horizontally in my throat, it's so deep, I can't cry out, I have to look at you, can't see you, I have to look at your dick, the other way around, on the tip of my nose, on my eyes , go in horizontally, come out horizontally, go in again, come out again, you say that since it has gone in, why does it still come out?Now that it's out, why go in?Then, your cock is full, full of my spit, like a log in a lake, will your water come out?Do you want to return my water?Your egg hangs lower on the left than on the right, why?Are they not as close to your dick as my mouth?Do they squeeze the water out of your penis?I look at them, and they also look at me. Do they want to keep the water?The veins on your penis are full, the skin can become so thin, if I scrape it with my teeth, will your blood come out before your water?will you hurtDo you want pain?Do you want to die? do you want to liveDo you want to live until your water comes out or do you want to die after your water comes out?If I scrape again with my teeth, your cock will fly out, right?Where are you flying to? fly down my throat?Fly into my belly?How long has your penis been caged by you?Your dick can't fly, let your water come out.It doesn't matter how you come out, shoot on my hair, if I still have hair, my hair is slippery, your water will flow down into the soil. No hair, cum on my face.My tongue is long, didn't you feel that my tongue wrapped around your dick three times, in my mouth?Let go of your cock with my tongue, cum on my face with your cock, and lick your water from my face and down my throat with my tongue.Or just cum straight down my throat, my throat is trained to hold your water.Your water is in me, I let you go, I go, I leave your yard, I jump in my wagon, I go back to my yard.I close the door, I spit your water on my middle finger, I put my middle finger and your water into my cunt, believe it or not, I can give birth to a little cloud?Then I completely forget about you.Your water will not be used to grow ten small clouds, and I will pour the rest under the acacia tree in the yard, and there will be your Yunmao in the branches and flowers of the acacia tree.When little Yunmao grew up, Yunmao's acacia tree also grew up.I asked Xiao Yunmao to make another Yunmao chair with the Yunmao acacia tree, but at that time, which woman would the Yunmao chair sit on?Yunmao, Yunmao, Yunmao, I called three times, where do you want to cum on me? Yun Mao glanced at Xuanji's soaked face, and shouted, Warrior, why aren't you fucking crazy?Where are your knives?See off, see off, forgive me for not being far away, my dick is straight, I can't move my legs. Xuanji moved back to the Yunmao chair, sat cross-legged on it, rolled marijuana in straw paper, smoked a stalk, settled down, and named the courtyard: "Xianyi Temple".It was written with a brush and pasted black on the courtyard gate. Xuanji wrote another notice: "Xuanji's Buddhist philosophy, poetry and essays are waiting to be taught to the world", and posted it blackly on the gate of the courtyard. At this time, it began to rain, and because of the acacia tree and wisteria, little rain fell on Xuanji's body.The rain fell around the tree, suppressing the floating and sinking, and Xuanji smelled the rustic smell about a foot from the ground, which was fishy.While there was still a little bit of ink remaining, Xuanji tore a piece of light pink rice paper, and wrote a poem in lower script: "Giving Neighbors" "The shameful sun covers the sleeves, Chouchun is lazy to put on makeup. Easy to find priceless treasure, It's rare to have a heart. Weeping on the pillow, Heartbroken among the flowers. Self-aware of Song Yu, Why hate Wang Chang. " The green-waisted hair is thick and long, scattered all over the ground, can be used as a blanket cover, can be used as a mirror to look at, and has a fight with Xuanji before he became a monk, and his eyebrows and eyes are somewhat fierce and unscrupulous. Every day can be the last day, and Xuanji in the teaching workshop It's a little bit like that.Xuanji asked Lv Yao to try a new hairstyle that became popular in Chang'an West City in the first half of the year, double-ringed fairy bun, two symmetrical semi-circular hair rings, and a six-petal plum blossom with gold leaf inserted in the middle.On the innermost part, she wears a lotus color shirt with a round neck and narrow sleeves, a crimson purple wide-sleeved shirt on the top, a large lapel collar and tufted half-arms on the outermost part, and a long jade-colored skirt that drags the floor.It's all gauze, even though it's multi-layered, it's still thin, and when the body moves, the flesh inside is smooth and yellow. Xuanji asked Lu Yao to give the poems to Han Yu next door in such a fragrant way, and spread them darkly on his desk.If he meets Han Yu, ya, a rascal, Han Yu will imagine how the green waist hair is scattered, and how he grabbed it with both hands, and the penis was inserted from behind.A long time ago, Xuanji was inserted by Han Yu for the first time, and Han Yu used this posture. That was the third time they met, and Han Yu talked with her for three hours about the ranking of the Seven Sages in the Bamboo Grove in his mind.Han Yu used the six arts mentioned by Confucius as the evaluation dimension: ritual, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics.Han Yu said that in the Tang Dynasty, etiquette can be said to be appearance and behavior, music is to play the piano, shooting is the ability of a person to charge and fight, imperialism is the ability to lead a team, calligraphy is writing and composition, and number is planning and decision-making.Then along these dimensions, I will talk about the superiority and inferiority of each of the seven sages one by one.Xuanji looked at the fine white froth on the corners of Han Yu's mouth, and the hard white skin on his lips. He didn't listen to his logical analysis, and after his mouth stopped making sounds, he said, how are these seven people in the room?Ruan Ji went to the beautiful woman next door to drink, drank, took a look at the woman before drinking, and always refused to fuck, is he sick?Is there a disease in the crotch or a disease in the heart?How disappointed is the beautiful woman? Are they all Friends of the Broken Sleeve?Seven of them with broken sleeves, lined up sideways, walking hand in hand on the street, it's funny to think about it.I can understand women and women, hugging, holding hands, or tandem, riding on the same horse, or even fucking a man at the same time, but thinking of men and men makes me want to laugh.Han Yu smiled, hugged Xuanji, and said, I have a sickness in my heart, and I am hiding my nervousness by nagging about literature and history. I am very nervous in front of you.Xuanji said, why is your crotch still soft?Han Yu said, listening to you play "Narciss Exercises" while drinking will make you hard, but after memorizing "Zuo Zhuan" in your heart for a while, it will soften. It was soft just now, and now it is hard again. Let me insert you. Han Yu didn't wait for Xuanji to take off all his clothes, grabbed her hair with his left hand, and pulled at her skirt with his right hand. The dick hurriedly groped for the cunt from behind, and inserted it straight in, as if cleaning the leaves on the flowers. Put your nose to the flower. For the first time, Xuanji didn't let Han Yu ejaculate inside.The moment Han Yu's cock trembled uncontrollably, Xuanji twisted his tail, and the carp straightened up and stood up.Xuanji put her face on Han Yu's dick, "Cum in my face, in front of my eyes, in the moment", "Every time I get bukkake, every time I feel refreshed the next day" (Thousands of years later, scientific discovery: semen Contains aboutonia ascorbic acid, calcium, chloride, cholesterol, choline, blood group antigen, citric acid, amino acid, deoxyribonucleic acid (dna), fructose, glutathione, hyaluronic acid, inositol, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium , purine, pyrimidine, pyruvate, sodium, sorbitol, semen, semen, urea, uric acid, vitamin b12, and zinc). "Did you hear my "Narciss Fuck" as "Narciss Fuck"?" When Han Yu's nervousness passed, Xuanji said in Han Yu's ear, you have been talking for three hours, I like your last sentence the most, let me insert you.Han Yu said, even though my mother is a hag, you should marry me, okay? After the yard was roughly tidied up, Xuanji set up the Zen bed under the wisteria trellis, put a brocade mat, and started the daily homework. A piece of agarwood rosary is counted slowly, counting a rosary, peeling off a thought.Rub the agarwood rosary with the thumb and forefinger, and the agarwood will faintly rise, as if the vines around you are growing thin bluegrass. Twenty-eight were counted, and each one was related to Han Yu. "I wrote a hundred poems and stayed in Da Rishan for three years. I thought they were peeling off." Xuanji accelerated the speed of peeling off the rosary, Han Yu gradually disappeared, and the thoughts related to the eight characters "Xuanji Buddhist principles, poems, and essays" began. surfaced. "This is Chang'an. How many bald monks are thinking about Buddhism? How many long-haired teenage years are writing Qijue Qilu? How many bald monks and long-haired teenage years will visit Xianyi nunnery on their crotch penises?" When the count reached one hundred and eight, Hongren's penis lifted up his cassock, exposing his kneecaps, exactly the same as Han Yu's.Then, one hundred and eight agarwood rosary beads were counted, and the mystery started counting again from one.