New White Snake Asking Immortals

The lake was foggy.

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

The curtains are made of white gauze, and the light boat moves with ripples, slowly sailing in the mist. In the old wooden boat, a figure can be seen lying reclined in the canopy, with a white-scaled dragon's tail hanging down into the water.

Ethereal female voice softly sings.

"The rain has just stopped."

"Bridge home."

"In the dream of meeting each other..."

"Wind Xiao Xiao."

"The clouds are far away."

"The mountains are far away and the road is farther..."

"Chenxin, it's over..."

The dragon's tail rolls up mischievously in the clear lake, and the mist after the rain is very quiet. 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 One must, I can arrange it in the afternoon.

"Sigh, in just a few days of being free and easy in the world, there are countless troubles."

Lifting the dragon's tail, water drops slipped against the white scales.

The light boat floats quietly.

The reflection of the lake water is misty, the arch bridge and the distant mountains are faintly hidden. It is difficult to distinguish the water from the shore. The white mist after the rain is made by Bai Yujun.

My hometown is far away, when will I go?

Sing softly, with a deep voice...

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

As a middleman, it is natural to look like a profiteer.

Eat, drink, and swim lazily in the lake.

No wind, quiet and easy.

The weeping willows do not move, and occasionally willow leaves fall to decorate the lake.

"Sleepy~"

Lie softly and stretch out your arms,

The waist is full, the bare feet are comfortable and comfortable, the small shirt, the thin nightgown, the black hair is all over the bed, and it is not easy to turn over, and the hair always feels pressed.

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

The old thick wooden bow pushes away the lotus leaves.

The pearls on the green lotus leaves are jumping and falling, as if sprinkled on a sapphire plate.

Opening the gaps in the curtains of the boat canopy, with white and tender jade arms, he grabbed a pink lotus flower and cut it off, put it back in the cabin, put the tip of his nose to smell the fragrance, um...it feels very tempting.

Lightly parting her red lips, she secretly took a small bite.

Nod.

It tastes pretty good.

The boat stops in the lotus.

Eat the lotus and pick the lotus seeds, and eat the lotus pods after eating the lotus seeds. For a certain white, everything has only two functions. First, it can be eaten, and second, it cannot be eaten.

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

quack

Lying horizontally and vertically, lying freely.

It feels really good to be in a daze alone, with the sound of water, it is easy to get sleepy.

dusk.

Candles light up the city.

Ordinary people do not know that the stay of the real dragon attracts continuous rain, and it is rare for the rain to stop. The festive atmosphere that has been suppressed for several days has been reawakened. Far.

If you want to find a real dragon, go wherever the fragrance is overflowing.

The dignified real dragon actually relies on the mythical sense of smell to look for delicious food. Whether it is delicious or not, it can be discerned from the taste, how the raw materials are seasoned, how much the heat is cooked enough, and it can't be hidden at all. This is a talent.

The boldness wants a private room by the window.

Ordered a table full of special dishes.

The cook was sweating profusely, the waiter broke his leg, and the shopkeeper was smiling and counting. Who cares if the guests are particularly good at eating, maybe they are practitioners or monsters outside the city.

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

Leaning against the wooden window to eat and drink comfortably.

Jinshan.

Empty temple.

After a busy day, Zhang Yao closed his pen.

The painting is too large, and it took several days to complete it. Zhang Yao felt inspired that this work was the pinnacle of his life. The white wall could draw four dragons. Now only the clouds and half of the dragon body have been painted. Tomorrow it is time to draw the dragon head. Well, it's strange to say that the pen and ink given by the goddess seems to have some kind of aura...

At night, Jinshan was very deserted, and some down-and-out rangers and beggars lived at the foot of the mountain.

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

Zhang Yao dragged his tired body and lay back on the straw mat. Since he entered the temple to paint, steamed buns, porridge and various dishes appeared every day, saving him from going down the mountain every day.

The chatter outside was getting closer.

The old monks are back.

"It's good, I have compassion for all living beings, and I have to save people who fall into the water, and save the chickens that fall into the water."

"Master, master, this chicken is shivering from the cold, why don't we let it warm up, otherwise what if it dies of illness, maybe someone will look for it tomorrow."

Xiaoshi was carrying a drowned chicken in his hand, which was fished out of the river.

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

"Chicken is better than mouse."

"Compassion, monks have compassion..."

Hui Xian 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 hurriedly stood up to meet him.

"Master, you are back. Here is fresh spring water. Master, please sit down and rest."

An eminent monk is an eminent monk no matter where he is, and every move of the old Huixian seems to have a deep meaning. Zhang Yao admires it very much, and is lucky to meet an eminent man in the barren mountain.

Huixian smiled, and sat upright holding the drowned chicken to prepare for evening class.

Xiao Shitou greeted Zhang Yao with a smile.

"Erdaofan, have you eaten? I still have half a steamed bun. Do you want to share half with you?"

"Thank you little master, I have already eaten."

"Oh, okay."

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

Next to him, the snake demon boy is reluctant to meditate.

Zhang Yao didn't know what Er Daoist meant, maybe there was always a mystery in the words of monks, suddenly he thought of the beautiful goddess outside the window of Yanyu, with a frown and a smile, and he couldn't forget it in his heart, maybe... he could get the answer from the old monk.

"Master, this junior wants to ask you something."

"Benefactor Zhang, please tell me."

Huixian sits upright with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, full of lofty style.

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

"When it was raining, the younger generation fell asleep by the window and heard someone calling. When I woke up, I saw a beautiful dragon girl outside the window. It was not like the world. The younger generation thought about it day and night, and only hoped... May I ask if you can... To spend the rest of my life with her?"

Old Huixian frowned.

Xiao Shitou almost choked on the dry steamed bun, and it was uncomfortable to have his throat blocked.

The snake demon boy patted Xiaoshishi on the back.

Huixian really wants to say that she is a cannibal, what to do at a young age, she has to dream, is it not good to live? He had to kill himself to anger that Tyrannosaurus.

Just as he was organizing his speech, the drowned chicken tied by a straw rope suddenly wanted to run away.

If you run out, you will definitely be eaten by wild animals.

Quickly pull the grass rope.

The wet chicken fell down, but still flapped its wings to get out, Huixian pulled the rope again and pulled the drowned chicken down, feeling in his heart that this chicken really doesn't want to live anymore?

Pull the rope, pull down, pull the rope, pull down...

The cycle went back and forth eight times, and finally stopped.

"Master! This junior understands!"

Zhang Yao's loud roar startled Hui Xian, who was concentrating on pulling chickens, and the steamed bun dregs in Shitou's eyes were frightened to swallow. The snake demon boy thought for a while, and threw the remaining dry and hard steamed buns into the fire as firewood. Smell the fragrance and open the door to a new world.

"The master must want to tell the younger generation to persevere! Never give up lightly! Persevere to the end! Like a myth and legend, God is moved to allow me to stay with my beautiful woman for a lifetime!"

"The poor monk is..."

"Thank you, master, for pointing out the maze."

The excited Zhang Yao was full of strength and stayed up all night painting with an oil lamp in his hand.

"..."

Huixian didn't know what he said.