New White Snake Asking Immortals

Skyline, a light lifts vertically into the sky.

Thousands of miles around, they saw the star passing through layers of white clouds and disappearing above the sky. When it returned, the flames were billowing. When it left, it was still domineering.

Mu was in a low mood and quietly watched Bai Yujun leave.

"Xiao Bai, take care..."

The wind is cool.

Still in a hurry, blowing the fragrance of pear blossoms all over the tree.

Bai Yujun understood one thing through those who took the house in his hometown.

They not only want to shake the foundation of the prehistoric world, but also want to use the genius of chasing down the tribe to attack the white dragon, killing two birds with one stone, but they forgot one thing, we have more shortcomings and thicker skin.

Do you want people from all over the world to hate us to the core?

This is not difficult.

Rebel organizations do everything possible to infiltrate the small world, and they need to use reincarnation to seize their homes.

Bai Yujun himself can easily enter and exit the small world, as if he was visiting his aunt or aunt at home, and even more so, a certain Bai was completely invincible in all small worlds, arrogant and arrogant. No matter what.

Powerful existence cannot come, and it is difficult to trace traces.

If you want to discredit the image of the dragon family, you need to see who did it, so secret assassination perfectly solves the problem.

Lose the dragon face?

Who can see us do it?

It can not only save the small world but also kill the strong soul, tsk tsk, don't take it too easy.

A hungry dragon who is good at being Voldemort.

hide.

lurking, sneak attack.

Cheeky assassination of weak mortals...

heaven.

Yaochi Female Guard Camp Resident.

The general opened the document and read it carefully, his complexion gradually changed.

Scratching his forehead and scratching his hair, he finally couldn't help but pick up the seal and stamp it with the word "secret". He completely sealed the document and stuffed it into the corner to block, and pressed it with other files.

More and more small worlds are returning to normal, and only a few strong people know who did it.

It is too bizarre to be able to mend the way of heaven. The high-end dragon race might be able to do it back then, but no one believed that a wild dragon with impure bloodline could do it.

In fact, Bai Yujun roamed the heavens all the way, feeling depressed and sad and rarely smiling.

Can you really make the heavens peaceful?

Everywhere there is war and endless destruction.

Turmoil.

There are even more demons slaughtering.

Use super strength to pacify the small world demons, and kill a peace under the knife.

Occasionally, some dragon relics, the former site of the Dragon Palace, and the treasures of the dragon family, are mostly small dragons with low mana and weak. In comparison, the dragon relics in the Longmian world belong to a special type, with strong strength and a large number. The black dragon tomb below is the strongest.

In addition, I found a few mythical beasts scattered in the small world.

Mainly weak cubs.

Stop and go, footprints travel all over the sky.

Later, perhaps the rebel organization found that the losses were heavy and there was no achievement, and they simply took back the souls that had descended on various places. At least they were still alive and fighting. Sending them to the small world was pure confusion and death, and it was a bad move.

Bai Yujun found that the soul of the house was gone, and continued.

The stowaways are not there, the loopholes still exist.

A white concentrates on sewing and mending.

During these days, Qingling lived in Zhuquan Temple after coming to Xianjie. Monkeys also lived here. Occasionally, they went down the mountain to plant seedlings in spring and harvest in autumn. and the ghost king.

Old Huixian diligently grows vegetables.

The basilisk boy patrols the broken temple to catch mice.

The small stone and the monkey iron ball have become brothers, sharing a piece of bacon.

Influenced by a certain white.

Live an alternate life.

...

Three hundred years later.

Time flies like an arrow, time is hard to credit...

The remote town outside Zhuquan Mountain, perhaps because the old Huixian lives on the mountain, the town is peaceful and peaceful, and the life is safe and healthy, free of natural and man-made disasters. Although it is remote, it is self-sufficient. People in the village say that there are gods living in Feilaixian Mountain. became a legend.

"Passers-by come in and drink a bowl of tea to quench their thirst and rest~"

"The piglets born in the past can eat and grow fast~"

"Steamed buns~ Grandma Sun's steamed buns are big and delicious. I'm hungry and strong on the road~"

The blacksmith rolled up his sleeves and struck with a hoe.

The herb collectors carried the medicine basket and led the apprentice into the mountain.

Daddy Stone makes a smoking pole on the threshold, A Hua Niang presses A Hua and uses a feather duster to spank her buttocks, her old age is too dizzy to do housework, a raccoon cat climbs a tree, a yellow dog barks around a tree, a water buffalo jumps into the muddy paddy field to have fun, a martial arts ranger The smile is like a spring breeze.

The town's ancient bridge is built with bluestone.

The Qingshui Bridge crosses, reflecting the blue sky, the bridge is locked with white clouds, and the fish swim up in the sky.

There is a fruit tree by the bridge.

The fruit is slightly red and green, and standing on the bluestone arch bridge can just pick the fruit.

At this time, the slender girl wearing a bamboo hat stepped onto the bluestone arch bridge, a bamboo flute was attached to the waist of her long coarse cloth skirt, the sword was wrapped in coarse cloth, her jade finger lifted the hat, and saw the green fruits on the tree.

Reaching out to pick...

The three girls giggled and ran across the bridge.

The colorful windmills are spinning fast.

"Sister~ You can't eat raw fruit~ Sour and sour will cause your teeth to fall~"

Bai Nenyu paused with her fingers, still stubbornly picked off a fruit that looked pleasing to the eye and wiped it with her clothes.

click~

"Bah! It's real."

Bai Yujun threw the sour fruit into the water under the bridge.

The reflection rippled, attracting a group of small fish to come forward, the length of the little finger could not be eaten, and the small fish were like this, and they would gather around to watch.

If there is water, there will be a home. Drinking water, cooking, laundry, and irrigation are inseparable.

More than three hundred years.

Finally got a chance to slow down and rest.

"Flowers and fruit flow under the bridge, time forgets me, but I can't forget time, alas, take the time to go to Daomen Xianshan to learn the Taoist law."

Slowly pacing the mountain town.

Good, no snake catchers or snakeskin musical instruments.

Enter the humble teahouse.

"Shop, a bowl of tea, light, in a large porcelain bowl."

"Okay~ girl wait a moment~"

The rough tea was quickly served, the boiling water scalded the mouth, and the two hands held the bowls to blow air and listened to the townspeople chatting in the teahouse~www.readwn.com~ The singing and singing in front of the piano was too unpleasant, three strings were broken, and the blind man moved towards the room pillar Shaking his head and playing the violin, the tea guests were listening to the burly man ranger narrating the scenery outside.

"I'm so tired..."

With his back against the wall too lazy to move, he really wanted to sleep for hundreds of years.

Unconsciously stimulate the energy field, the vast auspicious auspiciousness dispels evil, virtually improves the feng shui and fate of the town, and allows the real dragon to rest, of course, it is a good place.

After the blind man finished singing, he stood up and bowed to the pillar to thank him for the money. He was sincere.

With a feeling of turning back, I saw Zhenkou Ci, the kind-hearted old Huixian, from a distance.

Knowing that there is a funeral in a family outside the town through the technique of looking for qi, there is no doubt that Lao Huixian must have done something in order to break the temple and make money. He spent a small amount of money to get a real monk to come to the door. Acting as a broker for old Huixian promises to break the temple and turn it into an imperial city.

"The virtuous old man, here and here~"

Old Huixian turned his head with a smile, and stopped when he saw what he looked like.

as if……

Huang Huang's divine might is unstoppable, his aura is heavy, and the vague emperor's aura makes Lao Huixian's liver tremble. What the **** did this dragon do? I get scared half to death every time we meet!

Turn around and want to run.

"I'll treat you to tea."

Old Huixian, who had wanted to slip away, was shocked.

He turned around indifferently, with a peaceful smile on his old face. If he secretly wanted to treat a guest, he didn't need to pay for copper coins, but he could take the opportunity to drink a few more bowls of tea. Although the stingy dragon was weird, he was indeed rich.

He smiled and greeted everyone in the teahouse, sat down skillfully, and greeted the shopkeeper for three bowls of tea.

"The white donor, the poor monk's name is Huixian."

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