New White Snake Asking Immortals

The cold lamp and the lonely candle keep watch over the cold night.

The dragon stands in front of Tianmen like a sculpture, covered with ice and snow, guarding Beitianmen alone in the wind.

Candle flickering lightly, can't illuminate the endless darkness, and can't illuminate the chaos of soldiers and horses outside, but can escape the constraints and enjoy the rare peace, quietly listening to the sound of every snowflake falling, listening to the sad wind whimpering, guarding the northernmost gate of the heaven, watching Past and future.

The dragon's eyes are slightly closed, sleeping deeply, and he is alone.

Bai Yujun finally had time to think about and recall the past, remembering every close friend, friend, enemy, and passer-by.

Reminds me of the good old days.

that year.

Holding an umbrella and walking across the Wind and Rain Bridge, the fragrance of flowers in the wind...

The vine-attached bridge looks like a green waterfall...

Fold a willow branch and shake it lightly, see mountains and rivers in the world, and see drunks sitting alone in a tavern, a bowl of dirty wine, an old dream...

The old horse left its hoofprints on the smooth stone road, and sent them to distant places to miss, and the yellowed letter paper contained a few plum blossoms that had dried up...

Walking under the peach tree with an umbrella, a few pink flowers fell on the white paper umbrella, printed through the white paper, and scattered all over the shoulders...

Continuous rain.

Water drips from the green moss on the roof, and it falls on the umbrella with a loud sound.

Standing at the stone bridge to pick a plum fruit, it is ripe, the sourness fades away and only the sweetness remains.

Occasionally, I still think of that short-lived memory, like a short absurd dream, as simple as if it never existed. When the life span is counted by thousands, I will finally understand what is real.

It's in the past.

If you have a chance, you must go and see where the old man's grave is.

In the past two thousand years, it may have become flat land. Perhaps someone else built a new grave on his grave, and the tombstone has become a stepping stone on the mountain path. It is not easy for his descendants to change their names and hide in the countryside. It is also very good to scare people in front of the grave, even if you want to pickle pickles, you can't even find ashes.

Time does not spare people, nor does it spare corpses. In the eyes of time, the dead and the living are the same.

Go back to the small valley where I was born.

I don’t know if the old ginkgo tree is still there,

Waterholes, hillsides, once familiar with every grassy bird's nest there, and many beast neighbors.

There are still people living in the village outside the mountain, wild flowers are blooming on the hillside grass...

Slightly sad.

I also recalled the weeping willows by the West Lake.

In the twilight, misty rain, walking across the old stone bridge with an umbrella, admiring the lotus in the mist, drinking a jar of good wine, listening to the stories of the knights at the next table, and waiting for the moonlight to come.

Pray that the lanterns will leave the shore, startle the fireflies, and watch the hanging lanterns in the pavilions.

I can't tell the difference between day and night, and I forget the time.

Every year, every year.

Beitianmen is like a forgotten corner.

Ever since the old black turtle left, he has never seen any other living creatures, not counting monsters.

During these days, Bai Yujun was finally willing to practice seriously, re-polished and consolidated the foundation, and there is still no such thing as the so-called Dragon Ball inner alchemy and demon alchemy. The body and the dragon soul are carried out at the same time. To be alive, one must have a strong body and give up the body There are too many disadvantages of specializing in spiritual body, and neither melee combat nor spells can be thrown.

There is no such thing as being greedy and chewing too much, and Bai Yujun has enough time to improve.

After a short period of silence, his cultivation level steadily improved again.

After sensing the enhancement of the white dragon outside the Heavenly Gate, the number of monster infestations decreased significantly, and the new guardian was placed in the same position as the old black turtle before, and was finally defeated by the beast's ferocity. One fight is gone.

For years, the monsters have been good neighbors, at least for a little bit of entertainment.

Tianmen matters a lot.

It is impossible to leave without authorization, nor can it be replaced by a clone.

There is nothing to do, but to practice crazily.

After Bai Yujun did one thing seriously, she found that her cultivation level increased faster...

Singing and advancing, it is almost as good as a fairy.

The absorbed energy is not limited to immortal energy or spiritual energy. Ever since the little broken ball world was able to absorb certain energy growth by itself, Bai Yujun also discovered that kind of deeper substance. I don't know the name, but it is close to the source anyway, very much like dust.

There is a characteristic of Bai Moulong's practice.

No matter what it is, as long as it is strong, it has a good appetite, is not picky about food, and can eat very well.

Speaking of eating...

It's been a long time since I tasted the taste of flesh and blood.

Don't eat all kinds of fish and shrimp, and don't eat birds and beasts, especially after growing up, you need nutritious food urgently, and you must have a little vegetarian food. Balanced nutrition is the right way, and you will eat whoever you catch in the future!

The days of penance are slowly passing by...

...

decades later.

The boring days have changed.

The cold wind engulfs the flying snow and blows the face like a knife, and the frostbite is red. In the dark snow, the ice is slightly blue, and the shambling old figure is walking hard on the snow. Avoid the icicles that are several feet high, and move forward step by step.

The shabby cloak blown by the wind, the beard and eyebrows are covered with ice, and the face is vicissitudes.

Behind, under the cloak, a thin little boy lay on the back of the old man, carefully observing the outside.

"Grandpa, when can we go home?"

"It's coming soon, grandson, don't worry, we can go back soon, eat hot porridge and drink hot soup."

The old man tried to smile on his frozen face.

His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were piercing, and he scanned his surroundings vigilantly.

Seen from another strange blurred line of sight in the distance, the grandfather and grandson are like torches, one by one sneaky and evil shadows are walking in the darkness like a pack of wolves, ready to pounce on them and bite them at any time.

Walking and walking through a valley of ice crevasses...

The cracked ice valley is several feet wide, winding and even passing through ice caves.

The ice walls on both sides are high.

The monster climbed the rock wall like a spider.

The old man took a deep breath, took out a big knife like an oar, his aura instantly increased, his eyes were sharp and full of murderous intent, he dragged the big knife with one hand and continued to move forward, his eyes swept across the monsters in the darkness, and the little boy shrank back into his cloak , relying tightly on the thick arms like mountains.

"What the hell is this place... How can I get out... Sigh."

Who wants to risk going deep into the Jedi if they have to.

Darkness, endless darkness.

After walking for more than a year, I still haven't gone out, and I can't even see a living thing.

He knew that those black monsters were about to start again, they couldn't be killed, they couldn't be killed.

Finally, the monster couldn't stand it...

The old man roared.

"kill!"

The knife air left scratches of varying shades on the ice wall.

Run away, hack and kill.

Some monsters can be killed, and some monsters will turn into black energy and be resurrected after being killed. If you haven't walked out of this dark and cold world after using it up, you really can't get out.

While fleeing and fighting monsters, his face turned red, and the ice on his eyebrows and beard turned into water.

after a long time.

Tired and disturbed, the old man dragged his sword and ran.

Fighting for a long time resulted in serious injuries. He vomited blood froth violently in his throat, and his lungs were burning with pain. Every violent breath felt like vomiting.

He can't stop, he has to keep running.

"grandfather……"

"You don't have to worry about coughing...Grandpa is a god, very powerful..."

"Well, grandpa is the best. We will definitely be able to go home. Grandma is still waiting for us at home."

"Ahem yes, when we go home..."

The cloak was broken, and the old man tied himself and his grandson tightly with cloth strips. The grandson is not a god, but just an ordinary person. The grandson with a mortal body will freeze to death if he leaves him. If he persists for a while, he might be able to leave this place immediately. dark world.

Run away, run away desperately.

Unholy monsters are everywhere, gathering more and more.

"Baby, ahem... If grandpa tells you to run, just keep running, don't stop, as long as you run fast, you can go back."

"What about grandpa?"

"Grandpa is following you, remember, close your eyes and don't look at anything."

"Oh……"

Just when the old man was about to give up, he suddenly found that the monsters behaved strangely.

The surrounding monsters became rarer, and they were not as crazy as before. Although they were still following behind, they were obviously timid, as if they were afraid of something, and the old man suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, there is a problem...

The little boy huddled in the cloak was trembling all over, and the old man could feel the fear reaching the depths of his soul...

There must be danger!

But if he retreated, he would surely die if he returned to the pile of monsters.

Going forward, there may be a glimmer of life, after thinking about it, he can only bite the bullet and move forward, but the old man obviously underestimated the horror of that inexplicable terrifying power.

Dark monsters followed behind, the old man coughed up blood and clenched his teeth, moving forward step by step.

The long knife in his hand rubbed against the ice crystals, creaking...

The further forward, the heavier the power.

The ancient breath, the power reaches the depths of the soul.

"Ahem..."

Coughing out a mouthful of hot blood, he looked back and found that there were still monsters following him unwillingly.

The two sides looked at each other half a mile away. At this time, the terrible fear oppressed the body and could not straighten up, as if a heavy burden was on the shoulders, and the injury was even more difficult to recover.

"Look, grandpa!"

The old man looked forward and saw a light in the distance.

He sighed helplessly, his grandson was so seriously injured that his eyesight was not as good as that of ordinary mortals.

When people wandering in the sea see the land, they will try their best to swim over, and the traces of passing by with a long knife behind them will be quickly covered by the wind and snow...

Finally, those monsters stopped and stopped moving forward.

far away.

The old man saw three characters on the tall and ancient archway, squinted his eyes to look carefully, and when he saw it clearly, he was frightened to death.

"North... Beitianmen?"

His pale hair was scattered, he was haggard and desolate, and the words Beitianmen seemed to have been hit hard on his chest. According to legend, outside Beitianmen was a dark and cold place where gods, demons and ghosts could not pass through. Unexpectedly, he jumped into this desperate place to escape for his life!

The candle light flickered and never went out, bringing a little light, and the old man and grandson also noticed the huge figure outside the door.

With four paws on the ground, head held high.

Dragon title candlelight.

The huge body stands in the snow outside the gate of heaven, half covered by ice and snow.

"It turned out to be Longwei... cough cough... no wonder..."

Everyone in the world knows the four gates of heaven, and storytellers in the world also know that the north gate of heaven is guarded by a dragon.

poof~

Long Wei was so strong that the old man couldn't support himself and knelt down. He grasped the sharp ice edge with both hands and crawled forward. He wanted to climb up to the giant dragon sculpture, but was blocked by an invisible wall.

Sudden!

The monsters gathered in the distance were dismembered by the wind and snow! Instantly wiped out!

The voice was deafening.

"The gate of heaven is important, do not enter without authorization."

The sculpture-like dragon with four claws on the ground didn't move at all, only thought, and even Long Wei restrained himself deliberately, otherwise the old man and his grandson would have been suppressed to death by Long Wei.

"Shenlong! Save us..."

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