New White Snake Asking Immortals

Qingming wine, Grain Rain tea.

When I have nothing to do in my spare time, I sit in a teahouse to make a pot of rough tea, tell old stories with old friends, and temporarily forget about running around and enjoying the afternoon.

Other gods, demons, ghosts, and so on, often sit in the cave for a hundred years.

To a certain white, what is retreat?

Old Huixian drank a bowl of tea, and seemed to have forgotten the imposing manner of Emperor Bailong Huanghuang in front of him.

"Donor Bai, the poor monk wants to go to the sea for alms, but I don't know where to go?"

Bai Yujun, who was pouring tea, was taken aback.

Tea overflowing...

Notice that your fingers are particularly hot.

Put it in the mouth to cool down, and the dragon's claws will not be damaged by scalding with boiling water.

The tea shop owner and a few rough and strong men were dumbfounded, their throats swallowed hard, and the passer-by rangers magically obeyed the law and did not step forward to molest, and the security of the town far surpassed that of the capital.

"Old man Huixian, where's the farthest place you've been?"

"The furthest place you've been?"

A white nodded.

Huixian touched his beard and thought about it for a long time.

"Eighty years ago, the Monkey Lord and I waited to travel east for half a year, and went to another country. Later, due to the war, we had to return to Zhuquan Temple. It should be very close to the sea, right?"

"Are you walking?"

"No and no."

The old monk shook his head firmly.

"fine."

"There is a section of the waterway by boat. The monkey donor has a good craftsmanship, and the wooden boat can withstand the wind and waves."

"Uh……"

Where can I go on foot for half a year and still want to see the sea?

Bai Yujun has been flying day and night for three years and can't see the sea. There are at most a few lakes and swamps, or the vast rivers and rivers. If you want to see the sea, you can't smell the salty smell on the day when you walk to dry bones.

Helping old Huixian pour a bowl of rough tea, he sighs with pity, and decides to take time to take them to see the sea.

"Speaking of the sea, when I traveled through the heavens, I once visited a world of the sea. There was no land, no city-states, and only a few small islands and volcanoes."

The steam of the hot bowl of tea was hazy, covering her pretty face and blocking her sight.

Back to that year in a trance...

Floods and huge waves, white waves set off heavy overlapping peaks.

The giant whales swept through the waves, the sky, Bai Yujun suspended the storm, witnessed countless huge whales playing in the waves, and the special chirping sound shook thousands of miles, and even the giant whales spread their wings and glide, fighting the storm, showing the wonderful life.

Maybe there is a Kunpeng bloodline, maybe it's just some kind of special giant beast, it doesn't matter, in short, it's amazing.

There is no human race, and there is no sea country.

Pure and original sea world.

At that time, I was very happy. I changed back to the original dragon to control the typhoon, sneaked into the tsunami-like waves, chased flying fish, and rolled down from the top of the waves. As the top predator in the sea, all the monsters in the ocean world surrendered.

Really become the overlord.

Diving deep into the sea.

The sea cliffs are cut through, and the rough dragon palace is majestic and domineering.

Unfortunately, it has now become a marine life paradise.

In the world of the sea, Bai Yujun manipulates the weather at will, storms, tornadoes, and even condensed super typhoon cyclones.

After playing enough, fly to the cold place.

Smash icebergs and push huge mountain-like icebergs into tropical waters.

The ocean was boiling that day, and all kinds of sea monsters gathered around the glacier, attracting countless ordinary marine creatures, satisfying a certain dragon's mischievous hobby, and playing in a variety of tricks.

Of course, I have loaded a lot of seawater and creatures into the small ball world, but I didn't dare to pack too much.

Fear of destroying the original world balance.

Each small world is loaded with a little, and it adds up.

The hazy water vapor drifted away, and the leisurely teahouse was still in front of me.

Zi Liu took a sip of tea.

Ordinary people can't see the real face, but the old Huixian saw a certain white-tip ears swaying, wagging the dragon's tail happily, and was so happy with a sip of rough tea, he secretly decided to go back to the temple, so he didn't need to take out the good bamboo leaves to entertain him, and save it for later to sell the money to buy bricks. watt.

Bai Yujun remembered something.

"By the way, the atmosphere in the town has always been so good?"

"That's not true, since the monkey donor came to live here for a short time, the monkey donor's territory is 300 miles away. The emperor once decreed that the monkey donor was the king of Nanjun."

"cough……"

Wipe your mouth with your sleeve.

There is no way to continue drinking this tea, and the monkey was actually named a king.

It is estimated that the emperor can drink three jars of spirits happily, and the aggressive and irritable demon immortal seals the county king. Who dares to invade the territory and start military affairs? It is easier to stabilize the frontier than an iron bucket. Neighboring countries will not go to war unless their heads are kicked by a donkey demon. What is the salary? It is estimated that a basket of sweet peaches is enough every year.

As for the atmosphere in the town, huh, I'm afraid all the troublemakers will be killed, right?

Grab a handful of copper coins and throw them on the table.

"Let's go, go up the mountain, the spring water of Zhuquan Temple is brewed with bamboo leaves, and it seems that I haven't tasted it for many years."

Carrying a knife, he walked slowly with the old Huixian who was covered in patches.

I passed by the butcher shop and bought ten pounds of bacon...

out of town.

into the mountains.

Outside the town, the green mountains and bamboo seas are green.

A touch of fog is halfway up the mountain.

Dan lips stick to the bamboo flute and play the fairy sound, the water tunes whoever plays the flute, crosses the wooden bridge, and brushes the shoulders of the farmer with the stubborn ox in the hood, and a certain Bai Huilongwei does not let the ox jump into the river, far away Looking at Bamboo Spring Mountain from afar, it is still the same.

Bamboos are like washing and clouds, and the stone paths are slippery.

In the deep mountains, an ancient spring is so clear that you can see the bottom. Bamboo Spring Temple, there is only a temple when there are bamboos and springs.

Beside the spring, Qingling dressed in green fetched water with a scoop, her long hair hanging down, the tips of her hair fell into the reflection, she was stunned, and she saw the white robe in the reflection.

"elder sister……"

He got up in a hurry and rushed over happily, Bai Yujun smiled happily and caught it.

"Silly girl, we've only been separated for three hundred years. You should be careful with your image. The master is still there. How embarrassing the dignified fairy wipes her tears."

Compared with a certain white, Qingling is a pure snake demon.

She is weak and boneless and lazy, but she is lively and cute, and she is agile and eccentric.

Qingling hugged Bai Yujun tightly.

Dudu mouth complaining.

"Sister...Since you turned into a dragon~www.readwn.com~, you have rarely been as free in the world as before. Is it worth it?"

"Ugh……"

There was only a sigh of helplessness.

Is it worth it when I want to be free but get caught up in all kinds of things? The answer may never be found.

Back to Zhuquan Temple together.

He heard the sound of chiseling wood echoing in the forest from a distance. Old Huixian said that monkeys learned carpentry work at the foot of the mountain and were repairing temple doors. Perhaps because monkeys have a special understanding of trees, the carpenter's craftsmanship is extremely exquisite.

It's normal. If the wild monkeys on the mountain don't understand trees and jump around, wouldn't the branches break and die.

Xiao Shishi helped him with his hands, and his bald head was covered in sweat.

The snake demon boy patrols the mountain to guard the Zhuquan Temple.

The iron ball has printed a mural of a thousand-year-old tomb, and is reading the classics to decipher the secrets of the mural.

Bamboo forest old temple.

Apart from Hui Xian, there is no human being, and Xiao Shi is half of them.

But not the slightest bit of magic.

Because there are real monks living in seclusion here.

The stone road in front of the temple.

Bai Yujun looked at the crumbling temple gate with emotion.

"This is the life of a fairy..."

Hanshan Ye Temple rarely laughed and laughed, the monkeys covered in monkey hair and covered with sawdust were happy to do somersaults, the iron **** circled vigorously, the small stones touched their bald heads and giggled, the snake demon boy held a knife with a rare smile, and the monsters had a happy party. Eating is the main thing, either eating people or eating.

Boil water, cook, the bacon is fragrant, dig a jar of 300-year-old wine.

Candlelight warm yellow.

Huixian's old face was full of smiles and the house was full of excitement.

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