New White Snake Asking Immortals

Misty over the lake.

I can't see the distant mountains and can't see the arch bridge, as if walking among the clouds.

The drapery is white, the light boat is rippling, walking leisurely in the mist, the old wooden boat, the shadow of the human figure is faintly visible in the canopy, and the white-scaled dragon tail hangs down into the water.

The ethereal female voice sings softly.

"The rain breaks."

"Bridge home."

"Meet the old dream..."

"The wind is blowing."

"The clouds are far away."

"The mountain is farther away..."

"Chen Xin, it's over..."

The dragon's tail naughty rolls up the clear lake water, the mist is very quiet after the rain, Bai Yujun just wants to spend time in the boat, there is water and fog, it is enough for a dragon for the time being, it is very comfortable, it is rumored that the local fish is A must, we can arrange it in the afternoon.

"Oh, just a few days in the world, but there are countless troubles."

Lifting the dragon's tail, the water droplets slid down against the white scales.

The light boat drifts quietly.

The reflection of the lake is misty, the arched bridge and the misty distant mountains, it is difficult to distinguish the water and the shore. The white fog after the rain is made by Bai Yujun. I want to have fog, so it fogs up and manipulates the world's scenery as I want. It's beautiful, isn't it?

The hometown is far away, when will you go?

Sing softly, with a deep and distant voice...

The three Huixian are really alms, Bai Yujun only has the tradition of buying and grabbing rice, and carrying a bowl around for alms always feels that his talents are buried.

As a middleman, it is natural to have the appearance of a profiteer.

Eat, drink, and swim in the lake lazily.

No wind, quiet.

The weeping willow did not move, and occasionally there were willow leaves falling to dot the lake.

"Sleepy~"

Lying on the soft quilt, stretched out your arms and stretched your waist, your waist is full of grips, and your bare feet are comfortable and comfortable, with a small shirt, a thin nightdress, black hair covering the bed, and turning over is not very hard, and always feels pressure on your hair.

The wooden boat moves on its own without wind. Looking down from the sky, you can see the small light boat rippling through the lake.

The old Atsugi bow pushes away the lotus leaf.

Pearls jumped and fell on the green lotus leaves, as if sprinkled on a sapphire plate.

The drapery of the boat opened the gap, and the white tender jade arm and hand, grabbed a pink tender lotus flower and cut it off, put it back in the cabin, and put the tip of the nose to smell the fragrance, um... very tempting feeling.

He lightly opened his red lips and secretly took a bite.

Nod.

It tastes pretty good.

The boat is parked in a row of lotus flowers.

Eating the lotus and picking the lotus seeds, and eating the lotus seeds by the way, also eats the lotus pods. For Bai, all things have only two functions. First, they can be eaten, and second, they cannot be eaten.

Huh? The fat frog on the lotus leaf looks delicious?

quack

Lie horizontally and vertically, and lie down freely.

The feeling of being alone in a daze is really good, the soft sound of water makes it easy to get sleepy.

dusk.

Candles light up the city.

Ordinary people don't know that the real dragon's stay attracts continuous rain, and it is rare that the rain stops. The festive atmosphere that has been suppressed for several days is revived. The shops are opened and shouted, and the street performances attract bursts of applause. Far.

If you want to find the real dragon, where the fragrance overflows.

The dignified real dragon actually relies on the mythical sense of smell to find delicious food. Whether it is delicious or not can be discerned from the taste, how the ingredients are seasoned and whether the heat is sufficient.

Boldly ask for a private room by the window.

Ordered a table full of special dishes.

The cook was sweating profusely, the second child broke his leg, and the shopkeeper smiled and slammed the abacus. Who cares if the guests are particularly edible, maybe they are cultivators or monsters outside the city.

As long as she pays for food, she is a guest.

Eating and drinking by the wooden window.

Jinshan.

Empty temple.

After a busy day, Zhang Yao finished writing.

The painting is too big, and it will take a few days to complete it. With inspiration, Zhang Yao felt that this painting was the pinnacle of his life. He could paint four dragons on a white wall. Now he has only finished painting the clouds and half of the dragon. Tomorrow it is time to paint the dragon head. , Strange to say, the pen and ink given by the goddess seems to have some kind of aura...

Jinshan was very deserted at night, and there were some down-and-out rangers and beggars living at the foot of the mountain.

The strange thing is that apart from the old monk and the two children, no one else came here.

Zhang Yao dragged his exhausted body back to the straw mat. Since he entered the temple to paint, steamed buns, gruel and various dishes appeared every day, saving him the need to go down the mountain every day.

The chatter outside was getting closer.

The old monks are back.

"Good, I have compassion for all sentient beings, and I have to save people when they fall into the water, and also save chickens when they fall into the water."

"Master, Master, this chicken is shivering from the cold. Why don't we let it roast on the fire, or what if it dies of illness, maybe someone will look for it tomorrow."

Xiao Shishi carried a chicken in soup, which was fished out of the river.

The snake demon boy touched the blade, his eyes lit up.

"Chicken is better than mice."

"Compassion, monks take compassion as their heart..."

Huixian was afraid that the chicken would run around and damage the painting and cause trouble, so he tied the chicken leg with a straw rope.

Zhang Yao quickly got up to greet him.

"Master, you are back, there is fresh mountain spring water here, Master, sit down and rest."

The eminent monks are eminent monks no matter where they are. Old Huixian's every move seems to have a deep meaning. Zhang Yao admires it extremely, and is glad to meet the eminent man in the barren mountains.

Hui Xian smiled and sat down with the chicken in the soup to prepare for the evening class.

Xiao Shishi smiled and greeted Zhang Yao.

"Er Dao vendor, have you eaten? I still have half a steamed bun, should I give you half of it?"

"Thank you little master, I've already eaten here."

"Oh, okay."

Xiao Shishi went back to his straw mat and sat down, eating up the steamed buns in three or two bites, patted his belly, and was about to start the evening class.

Beside him, the snake demon boy was reluctant to meditate.

Zhang Yao didn't know what the second peddler meant. Maybe monks always had a mystery when they spoke. Suddenly, he remembered the beautiful goddess outside the window, with a frown and a smile.

"Master, this junior has something to ask for advice."

"Master Zhang, please speak."

Huixian sits upright with benevolent eyebrows and good eyes, with a strong sense of loftiness.

Zhang Yao thought about it and tried to tell the story in words that others could understand.

"When it was raining before, the junior fell asleep in front of the window and heard someone calling. When he woke up, he saw a goddess and dragon girl outside the window, who was not like the human world. Spend the rest of your life with her?"

Old Huixian frowned.

Little Stone almost choked on the dry steamed buns, and it was hard to block his throat.

The snake demon boy patted the back for Little Rock.

Huixian really wants to say that she eats people, what is wrong with being young, and has to dream, is it bad to live? Had to seek death to anger that Tyrannosaurus.

Just as he was organizing a speech, the chicken that was tied to the straw rope suddenly wanted to run.

Running out must be eaten by wild animals.

Pull the rope quickly.

The wet chicken fell down, but still fluttered his wings and wanted to get out. Huixian pulled the rope again and dragged the chicken to the ground. He felt that the chicken really didn't want to live anymore?

Pull the rope~www.readwn.com~ Pull down, pull the rope, pull down again...

The cycle repeated eight times, and finally stopped.

"Master! The junior understands!"

Zhang Yao's loud roar startled Huixian, who was concentrating on pulling the chicken, and the steamed buns in Shitou's throat were so frightened that he swallowed them. Smell the fragrance and open the door to a new world.

"Master definitely wants to tell the younger generation to persevere! Never give up lightly! Persevere to the end! Like a myth and legend, I am moved by God to allow me and the beautiful woman to spend a lifetime!"

"The poor monk is..."

"Thank you Master for pointing out the maze."

The excited Zhang Yao was full of energy, staying up late painting with an oil lamp in hand.

"..."

Hye Hyun didn't know what he said.