New White Snake Asking Immortals

Gold silk soft woven brocade.

Soft golden yellow embroidered with auspicious flowers, birds and animals, simple and dignified, all golden to the eyes, suddenly, the unfolded scroll of decree was lowered to reveal a pretty face with a crooked head behind, Danfeng's beautiful eyes were puzzled.

"The Pantao Festival is early, there is plenty of time to start."

Shaking the pointed ears, it is probably to have enough time to go to the East China Sea, the Dragon Palace, and the world's rumors that jewels and luxurious Crystal Palaces are everywhere.

Bai Yujun didn't know exactly what the Dragon Palace looked like.

But it is definitely not a good place, a cage that traps divine beasts.

Leaving Nantianmen.

Set foot on the dream fairy bridge and submerge into the teleportation array.

Bai Moulong is the best at hiding.

Everyone in the fairy world knows that the real dragon is full of treasures, and there are many coveters, whether gods or demons want to subdue or slay the dragon. Both the right and the evil have the same thought. However, according to the old saying, the dragon sees the head but never ends.

In the Heavenly Court, who would dare to kill the hunting dragon?

Leaving the heaven must pass through the fairy bridge, and the destination of the teleportation cannot be found, and it is useless for those who are good at deduction and prediction.

The result was a backlash.

The queen mother seemed to know Bai Yujun very well, and she had no worries about it. She was a mythical beast that could live forever in order to survive. It drilled in muddy ponds, squatted in grass, and jumped into wells.

Instead of worrying about Bailong's safety, it is better to worry about killing too many gods, demons and ghosts.

Flash forward to five months later.

mortal.

A torrent of rivers.

Rafting on the river, wearing a straw hat with headrest and arms lying on the bow.

Next to it was a thin bamboo pole with a few green leaves hanging, and the fishing line was tied with straw as a float.

Leisurely cross your legs and wait for the fish to bite the hook.

"It's more comfortable than standing guard outside Nantianmen~"

The cool breeze on the river has a faint smell of fresh water and grass. Take a deep breath and feel refreshed. It feels like the whole dragon soul is sublimated instantly, and the air is filled with literary and artistic atmosphere, becoming an elegant, noble, cold and fashionable beast.

"Idiots want to find Ben Long? Give up, unless you are like Ben Long."

It is difficult to guarantee the safety of the teleportation formations to the East China Sea.

That being the case.

Go down to earth and walk slowly, as long as there is time.

Anyway, just send the invitations before the Peach Blossom Festival, fast and slow, irregular, turn left and right, snakes move around, and then run around, how to find the trace.

Lift up the straw hat and look to the east, at sunrise.

It was foggy in the morning.

The smoke in the river is thin and misty, and the boat floats and sinks like bamboo leaves.

Suddenly, a lazy certain Bai Jing sat up, grabbed the fishing rod and lifted it up. The feel and strength are absolutely pollution-free wild carp. The greatest joy of fishing is at this time. The pole trembled wildly, sank slightly, and felt joy in an instant.

Drag it into the cabin, clean it, and roast it over a slow fire until golden on both sides.

Sprinkle some delicious fine salt, open your mouth and gnaw fiercely, almost gnaw, pull the fish head out, completely separate the fish meat and fish bones, and the fragrance reaches Tianlinggai...

After eating, I was a little dazed.

"There is no soul in eating wild carp like this."

Fish again.

Another three-pound carp.

Take it off and eat it raw without saying a word. Sure enough, this is the authentic way to eat fish.

morning.

Dark clouds loom over the city.

The storm is coming, Bai Yujun puts away her fishing rod and prepares to set off. The journey to the East China Sea is far away and she can’t go drifting. She can travel thousands of miles with the help of extreme weather, or dive into the vast rivers and sneak thousands of miles away, hiding in the rain clouds and rivers. There is nothing to do when the fairy comes.

Counting the time with the jade finger, it is always a good time for the real dragon to fly to the sky.

The sky was getting cloudy, and the nearby small fishing boats returned to the village one after another. The owner of the cargo boat yelled at the boatman to put on the rain cloth and seek shelter from the wind to stop the boat.

Bai Yujun took off her straw hat and stood on the bow of the boat, closing her eyes and waiting.

for a long time.

Dark clouds covered the morning sun.

The wind is blowing, the raindrops are crackling, and the white waves are clattering against the boat.

Open your beautiful eyes and look up at the sky.

"It's now."

Gently press down, the bow is lowered, and then use the buoyancy to fly lightly into the sky, the hair is messy, and the head is raised to face the wind and rain and fly to the clouds, as if swimming in the water.

Occasionally, a fisherman on the river happened to be lucky enough to see the scene of Feitian, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, which was also regarded as a lucky one.

It got into the clouds and turned into a half-dragon and half-human appearance, flicked its tail, turned around for more than a hundred miles, and headed straight for the East China Sea.

...

remote ancient village.

Outside the ancestral hall, a stage was set up in a flat open space, and the troupe leader was busy.

The old class leader in his fifties looked gloomy and gloomy. Recently, business has been difficult. There is no money in the city for official errands, so he can't go there.

In the distance, the old trees are withered, and the crows are wandering.

The sky is gloomy, and the old houses that have passed the years are empty and devoid of the smell of incense and mottled ancestral halls.

"Old leader, Majiagou was very lively last year. Why are there not many people this year? Can we make money when the gong starts?"

"Wait a little longer, maybe the fields are busy with farm work."

The wrinkles on the face of the old troupe leader are getting deeper and deeper. The past two years have been bad. Plagues, wars, banditry, rumors of evil spirits and ghosts, and dozens of people sitting in front of the stage are considered to be a prosperous business. There are often more than a dozen people. The harder it is to make a living.

After waiting for a long time, two or three figures walked up the street of the old house.

Walking very slowly.

They are all old people in the village. I met them last year and brought the yellow dogs to the ancestral hall to watch a play.

The subordinates went to the backstage to prepare to change their costumes. The hour was approaching. Perhaps the sound of gongs and drums would attract visitors.

Halfway, the yellow dog howled a few times and ran away...

Warmly greet the villagers.

"Brother, what are the people in the village doing? It would be nice to come out and watch a play."

"Well, the village is almost empty, and the young people are busy. I told the neighbors the day before yesterday that they might come late, or they might be too busy watering the rice fields."

"Sit down quickly, the bench can be seen closer."

Greet old customers to take a seat, hurry to the backstage, and tell them to beat the gongs and drums later.

The nephew who just came to the theater troupe was listless.

"Uncle, I don't have enough energy to eat rice, or we wait for people to come before starting the gong, there are only three people outside, maybe we won't even get a reward."

"Don't be so long-winded, your father asked you to learn from me. If you don't obey me, I can beat you for him."

Glaring fiercely, he got a headache and recruited his lazy nephew into the theater troupe.

Open the rag curtain.

It's about time to see the weather.

Sighing, I hope that the sound of gongs and drums will bring people to come. People who come from a long distance will have to spend money to eat horse chews. In previous years, Majiagou earned the most rewards, but this year... Sigh.

Waving vigorously to the back, my nephew and the drummer Suona blew and beat vigorously.

"Let's play~"

The dirty red cloth was lifted, and several actors from the troupe came on stage.

Babbling and babbling and singing about ancient legends, the three old people watched with relish and followed in soft voices.

half an hour.

There are still three people in the audience...

Huh? Someone from outside the village came, with a white skirt and straw hat and a bamboo flute, she looked like a passing heroine, the old leader had a little hope, the ranger is always generous and bold, maybe he can earn a few cents.

Bai Yujun heard the opera singing from a distance, and came to watch the opera on purpose.

Come outside the ancestral hall and lean against the stone lions.

No one came, there were four people in the audience, it was empty and desolate.

The actors still sing seriously.

"Uncle, there is no one outside the stage, let's stop and have a rest, wait for someone to come..."

The old boss slapped his nephew hard.

Repeatedly reprimanded.

"What do you know at a young age!"

"Remember, even if there is no one in the audience outside, the show must have a beginning and an end. As the old saying goes, there are gods three feet above the head, but there is no one in the audience, and the ghosts and gods are still there!"

"Onlookers from all directions are one of the mortals. The ghosts and gods are already sitting here, so how dare they close the curtain!"

The formerly kind class leader looked very serious at this moment.

Bai Yujun looked at it seriously...

As Lombok saw, the audience was crowded with spectators, men, women and children...

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