ththegoldenhandcity，tothebestteachingofurine，qingqingwillbefoundnotonlytheirgens，thekeyisthebestteachingwanttoendthebluefoxaretheflesh.
Somebodyelseforthegenerationstocomehere，don'tknowhowlong，andlistentothegreen，bluefoxgensandmissionofthefamilyhere，guardedsecretwhat，candonow...
Ithisisnotoweqingqingthem?
“Shallowgreenrepeatedinalowvoice，“Ididn'tlistencarefully，fromnowon，Iwasinthebluefoxgensiscalleda“shallow“man)oh，Isuddenlyremindof，comehereyesterday，qingqingholdingmyhand，asifandethnicgroupsannouncedwhat，soIaskedher.
Yesterdayyouandyourgroupishowtointroduceme?
Qingqingslopedaloudlaugh，herclevereyesandlovelysmileletmeseesomeofthestay，isreallyworthilythebluefoxaretheheadsofthefathers...
WhencanImeetthegreen，isnotinfluencedbyhercharm，onthecontrary，theelderbrotherinmybodysoul，makesuretheherwithno...
Thoughtofthis，mywaistisquitepretty，don'tknowbecausethebellyfullalsohavethebottomspirit，stillfeelasalittledoctorinthetown，nowcametotheborderofgreenhillfox，butalsogetthefavourofbluefoxgens...
Myhandtoplaybehindaleebow，bowondiffuseoutafaintwhitespiritgas，andsureenoughassoonasthesoulgasdistributing，qingqingsuddenlyturnedtolookbehindme，inthetwoeyesappearedtwogoldenverticalpupil，then...
Yes，Iwasqingqingbroughtdownatthegateofthetemple.
Atthismoment，Iamhappyandproud.
Hismensetisate'sfleshwillliveforever.
Didn'tthinkah，haveneverthought，mybrotherthissmallorthopaedicdoctoronedayactuallybecameasoughtaftermenthanmonktang，thereisthesoulofman!
Atthistimemylimbstobiglieattheporchofthetemple，andgreenisonmybody，thisscenariotoanyoneoranymonsterbeastlookednotdaydreamimagination，nearbythestonesquaredancefoxfamilygirl，therewasthisscenewasstunned.
Theymusthaveneverseen，theywereincrediblyhavesonastysideofcolor，butalsotoaforeignmen.
Infact，thetruthis，qingqingholdmyhands，hertailaroundmyrightleg，hergoldenverticalgaspupilisguidingthesoulintoherYintang...
Idon'tknowhowlong，herhandsonmyarmslowlyloosen，theastonishingstrength，Itoldhereyesintogoldenstateafterthedoublepupil，orabitofamess，thatifshehadatthattimethecontrol，brokemyarmorneck，that'snotfunny.
Ididn'tseeatthispoint，thewarmsunlightaroundme，andheadandissurroundedbypeople'sfeet，Ilookedupandsawthemselvesatthemomenthasbeenstrongonlookers.
Agroupoftheyoungfoxfamily，agroupofchildren，andelderlymengatheredaround，it'sraretoalsocanletsunshinecomein，butatthispoint，thegreeneyesslowlyrestoredthetombsweepingday，beforeshebecomesyounggirl，butshedidn'timmediatelygetup，butlowheadandlookedatme，herlonghairfelldown，asshebrushedmycheek，tinglinganditchy...
“Shallow“doyouknowthatyoursoulcandrivethebeastgas，greensoundreachedmyears.
Qingqingaface，roundthecrystalcrystal，sweat，don'tknowisdancingbeforeleaving，orjustasIwastooexcitedsurgeofadrenaline，shelookssogorgeousandmovingatthistime.
Inadditiontothetailstillhauntmyrightleg，Idaresay，Ihaven'tseensuchabeautifulwomanfromtheChineseandforeignfilmandtelevisionplay.
Isawtheyesterdaytoheadadark，whenthelittlegirlintheriver，shewassittinginmyhead，roundeyes，curiousandlookedatme，asifwatchingalookintheeyesofthelittlebugsorsomething，andhermotherthat“greenflower“alsowasstandingby，thekeyissheisalsowiththesameeyeslookedatme.
I'malittletooembarrassed，struggledtogetup，butqingqingstillsittingmeatthistime，thekey?Myrightlegwashertail.
Suddenly，sheliftedherhead，andexcitementofthefoxfamilyofonlookers，saidthewords，infoxstallandpowerfulvoice，again，isaffectionate，butIstilldon'tunderstand，bytheway，Ireallyunderstandaword...
Thecrowdgaveashout，Iwanttosurenotbecauseknowthatmyname'ssake，finallyqingqingdownfrommybody...
Qingqingstretchedouthishandandpulledmeahand，Ican'tendureawkwardtoaround，said，thistemplearchitecturalstyleismorefromthisAngledesignfeeling......
Sidewhisperedtoqingqingsaid，aboutthecityofgoldhandJiaoZhengreadytoaggressivelyintothevalleyofgoldhandslootinghere，westillneedtoprepareearly(Istillrememberthebusinessmatters)andgoldhandcityandthepowerofamastermindtoroar.
Qingqingbroughtmeandthepeopleintothetemple，fourgreatpillarsandamagnificentporchconstitutestheentranceofthetemple，thetempleoflookingandevenabitrough，alsoisfullofmottledcorridorcolumn，looksevenhundredsofyearsorevenlonger.
Feeldifferentfromfoxfamilysoexquisiteethnicstyle，onepoleiswithroundedges，butitwasfullofdefects，ifnotnobigbreak，ifIthoughtexperiencedwar.
AfterwegoinIjustfoundoutthat，althoughthetempleisveryhigh，butafterenteringthestairsisdown，butthedesignoftheentrance，letsunshineorlightintocomein，stairisverywidesomanypeoplegotogether，doesnotappearcrowded，Ihearthemwhispering，alwaysfeelthattheyhaveinthegossipsomeofmythings，it'sapitythatIdidn'tunderstand.
Isuddenlyhadadecision，ifreallytolonglivehere，IwanttosetupaConfuciusinstitutehere，teachfoxfamilyoftheChinese，asChina'sfox，alsowanttospeakmandarin，thecultureoftheminoritiesistoretain，butforthesakeofthedevelopmentofdiversifiedandmandarinmustbepopular.
I'mwondering，suddenlyaslipbodywillfallbackdownthestairsandwaistatightatthismoment，afurrytailaroundthewaist，alsoletItorestorethebalanceintime.
Stairisverylong，thelightisdark，qingqingcallpeoplelitthetorchonthewall，qingqingbacktail，myinthemindwithastrange，justthefeelingofthetaillikeahug.
Finallyarrivedaplatform，agiantstoneblockinfrontof，inthelightofthesun，Iseeinshimencarvedwithcomplicatedtotem，oneonthetopofthefirstfoxfox，therearealotoftailbehindher，therewasamonkinfrontofher，carryingawoodenrodsatonabigstone.
Andthemonkbutlookedatherseverely，andletpeopleshakingtheirbelow，themonksittingbelowthemouthofthewell，thewholepictureisahugestorm，intheeyeofthestormfaintandamountain...
Whyistheremountaininthestorm?
Isuddenlyrecognized，themonkisBuddhaissouth?
Dooristoobig，thestormonthefigureisveryshocked，thisispreciselywhere?
Thenqingqingwithtorchlitthegatenexttothebrazier，twoflamesburning，alsosomeblacksmokefromsomeofthechoking，Isaw，intheupperpartofeachbraziereachhaveahoop，qingqingandtwistwithanoldmaninthefamilyofthetwohoop，hitched，besidethebraziergateappearsonthetworoundholes.
Insidewithfaintguanghuaflashing，qingqingcamealong，andheldouthishandtome，Ididn'talsoreachedhishandtoher，shehasclaspedmywalkinoneoftheroundhole，Isawtherewasahugepearl，buttheinsidelikeamassofwhitemist，constantchange.
Ionthebeadsgivebirthtoafriendlyfeeling，asif...
Yes，that'sthesoul.
Nowqingqingletgoofmyhandtotheothersideofthebrazier，andheldouthishandandtouchedtheotherbeads，whenmyhandmetthebeads，thebrainandinthesightofapieceofwhitelight，thewhitelightissostrong，Ialmostcan'tlookstraight，butseemedtobeabletofeelthewhitelightseemstohavetheirownfamiliarandimportantcontents，subconsciouslywanttoexplore.
Atthatmoment，ahugenoiserumble，mixedwithdust，inthebluefoxgensofscreaming，shekmunwasopened.
Alargeairflowoutfromthedoor，blowalmostunstable，inadditiontothedooroftwobrazier，othershandtorcheswereblownoutatthemoment，Iseelightthroughthebrazier，thereisahugestatue，thestatueisthedoorthatpersonfirstfoxfox.
Lookatthemomentsheislowheadtotheground，inthelightofthemap，thestatueofthewhitefaceseemedtocomealive，andhereyeswerestaringattheground，themouthlargedeepwell...
Allthistoo，andsonottrue，Istandatthegateofthegreatcrossalllookedatthedoor，suddenlyhaveafeelingofdejavu，likegotowhichplaceinreality，obviouslyisthefirsttimetocome，butIfeltsofamiliar，asifhavebeentohere，atthemomentthestoneWellsandthestatuetoIthiskindoffeeling.
Icarefullylookatthestonehead，thepersonwasstunned......
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