New White Snake Asking Immortals

In the skyline, a beam of light lifted off vertically.

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

Mu was depressed and quietly watched Bai Yujun leave.

"Little Bai, take care..."

The wind is cool.

The rush is still the same, blowing away the fragrance of pear blossoms.

Bai Yujun understood one thing through those house snatchers in her hometown.

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

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

This is not difficult.

The rebel organization does everything possible to infiltrate the small world, and they need to use reincarnation to seize their homes.

Bai Yujun herself can easily enter and leave the small world, as if going home to visit or visit aunts and aunts, and she has the intention to follow orders. In this way, a certain Bai is completely invincible in all small worlds, arrogant and rampant, blatantly bullying the weak and fearing the hard, anyone can Nothing to do.

A powerful existence cannot come, and it is difficult to track traces.

If you want to smear the image of the Dragon Clan, you need to see who did it, so the secret assassination perfectly solves the problem.

Embarrassed?

Who can see our hands?

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

A hungry dragon who is good at being Voldemort.

hidden.

Lurk, 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 the word "secret", completely seal the document and stuff it into the corner to block it, and press 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. Back then, high-end dragons might be able to do it. No one believed that a wild dragon with impure bloodlines could do it.

In fact, Bai Yujun wandered all over the world, depressed and sad, and rarely smiled.

Can I really make the heavens peaceful?

Everywhere there is war and endless destruction.

Turmoil and war.

There are even demons rampaging and killing.

Smash the demons in the small world with super strength, and bring peace under the knife.

Occasionally, some dragon relics, the former site of the Dragon Palace, and the relics of the dragon clan will be found. Most of them are small dragons with low mana. The Black Dragon Tomb is the strongest.

In addition, some mythical beasts and fierce beasts scattered in the small world were found.

Mainly weak cubs.

Stop and go, footprints all over the sky.

In the end, perhaps the rebel organization realized that it had suffered heavy losses and had no achievements, so they simply took back the souls that descended from various places, at least they were still capable of fighting while alive, and sending them to the small world was purely muddle-headed and sent to death, it was a bad move.

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

The stowaways are gone, and the loopholes still exist.

A certain white concentrates on sewing and mending.

During this period, Qingling came to the fairyland and lived in Zhuquan Temple, where the monkeys also lived. Occasionally, they went down the mountain to plant seedlings in spring and harvest in autumn. They challenged the surrounding immortals and ghosts, or followed the iron ball to rob the tomb, happily beating the old zombies. and Ghost King.

Old Huixian worked diligently to grow vegetables.

The snake demon boy patrols the ruined temple to catch mice.

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

Influenced by a certain white.

Live another kind of fairy life.

...

Three hundred years later.

Time flies like an arrow in a blink of an eye, and time is hard to credit...

The remote town outside Zhuquan Mountain, perhaps because of the old Huixian living on the mountain, the town is peaceful and peaceful, free of natural disasters and man-made disasters, although it is remote, it is self-sufficient. People in the village say that there are gods living in Feilai Fairy Mountain. Gradually, Feilai Peak became a legend.

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

"The piglets born that year,

Can eat and grow fast~”

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

The blacksmith rolled up his sleeves and hit the hoe.

The herb picker led his apprentice into the mountain with a medicine basket on his back.

Father Shishi made a smoking rod for the threshold, Ahua Niang held down Ahua and spanked her ass with a feather duster, she was old and dizzy and couldn't do housework, a raccoon cat climbed a tree, a yellow dog barked around the tree, a buffalo jumped into the muddy rice field to have fun, a martial arts ranger Smile like a spring breeze.

The bluestone of the ancient bridge in Zhenzi is old.

Passing under the clear water bridge, the blue sky is reflected, the bridge locks the white clouds, and the fish swim in the sky.

There is a fruit tree beside the bridge.

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

At this time, a slender girl wearing a bamboo hat walked onto the bluestone arch bridge, a bamboo flute was attached to the waist of the coarse cloth dress, and the weapon was wrapped in coarse cloth. Lifting the bamboo hat with jade fingers, she saw green fruits on the tree.

Reaching out to pick...

Three girls ran across the bridge laughing and laughing.

The colorful windmills turn fast.

"Sister~ you can't eat the fruit if it's raw~ it's sour and you'll lose your teeth~"

Bai Nenyu paused for a moment, but still stubbornly picked a fruit that looked pleasing to the eye, and wiped it with her clothes. It was very moist and looked good, especially fragrant.

snap~

"Bah! It's raw."

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

The reflection made ripples, attracting a group of small fish to gather around. The length of the little finger is too long to eat. Small fish are like this, and they will gather to watch whatever they throw.

People need water to live, and drinking water, cooking, laundry, and irrigation are inseparable.

Three hundred years.

Finally a chance to slow down and rest.

"Blossoms and fruits, flowing water under the bridge, time forgets me, but I can't forget time, alas, take time to go to the Taoist fairy mountain to understand Taoism and nature."

Walk slowly in the mountain town.

That's fine, no snake catchers or snakeskin instruments.

Walk into the humble teahouse.

"Shopkeeper, a bowl of tea, something lighter, put it in a big porcelain bowl."

"Okay~ wait a minute, girl~"

Serve coarse tea quickly, boil water to scald your mouth, hold the bowl with both hands and blow air to listen to the townspeople chatting in the teahouse, the piano playing and singing in front of you is too unpleasant, one of the three strings is broken, the blind man shakes his head towards the pillar and plays the piano indiscriminately, the tea guest They are all listening to the ranger, a strong man covered in hair and hair, talking about the scenery outside.

"So tired..."

Back against the wall too lazy to move, I really want to sleep for hundreds of years.

The energy field is activated unconsciously, the vast auspiciousness dispels evil, imperceptibly improves the feng shui and fate of the town, and allows the real dragon to take a rest, of course it is a good place.

After the blind man sang, he got up and saluted to the pillar, thanking him for the money, sincerely.

Feeling something in my heart, I turned around and saw the kind-hearted old Huixian in Zhenkou from a distance.

Knowing that there is a funeral in a family outside the town through the art of hope, there is no doubt that the old Huixian must do things for the bricks and tiles of the temple, spend two small money to get a real eminent monk to come to the door, make a lot of money, and change to Bai Yujun Acting as a broker for Lao Huixian to ensure that the temple will be turned into an imperial city.

"Honest old man, here, here~"

Old Huixian turned his head with a smile, and stopped when he saw his appearance clearly.

as if……

Huanghuang's divine power was unstoppable, his aura was heavy, and that vague imperial aura made old Huixian's liver tremble. What exactly did this dragon do? Every time we meet, I can be scared to death!

Turn around and want to run.

"I invite you to tea."

The old Huixian who wanted to slip away was shocked.

Turning around indifferently, with a peaceful smile on his old face, he secretly thought that he would not have to spend copper coins for a treat, but he could take the opportunity to drink a few more bowls of tea. Although the miserly dragon is weird, he is indeed rich.

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

"Benefactor Bai, the poor monk's Dharma name is Huixian."

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