New White Snake Asking Immortals

There is no paradise in the world, and there is no way to avoid the torrent of convolution.

Perhaps the fishermen in the fishing village think that the lake is the world, where dogs bark and cocks crow, the sun rises and the sun sets, they sink wells to drink, plow the fields to eat, and there are weddings and funerals, birth, old age, illness and death, and everything is ordinary with a little triviality.

Afternoon.

The girl was weaving a net at home when she suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from far away.

He stood up in a daze, leaning on the stick and fence and looking into the distance. There was an outsider coming on the only path leading to the outside of the village.

The person who came was a police officer from the town armed with a knife.

More and more villagers stopped working, feeling uneasy, guessing that the official came to appoint him and that there was no good in it.

The tall and dusty horse passed by the door. The sweat on the detective's back dried and formed white salt stains. He ran all the way to the village chief's house and took out something. The girl saw the old village chief's expression ugly and took a piece of paper. The detective said a lot. , then mounted his horse and left.

Before long, a slow gong sounded in the village. Urgent means urgent matters, while leisurely means a meeting.

The villagers put down their work and returned to the village.

Grandpa came back from the lake and followed the instructions given outside the door.

The girl packs up and goes out.

Carrying scrap metal conveniently, I have been accustomed to bringing a rusty knife with me when I go out recently, and I also carry it with me when fishing.

I found my grandfather's half-repaired fishing boat by the lake.

Put down the rusty knife, first pull out the rotten hemp fibers from the gaps in the ship's planks, and then use wood chips to stuff the soaked and kneaded hemp fibers into the gaps in the ship's planks, one at a time, and sew slowly and carefully.

Fishing boats need to be carefully maintained, and they will need to be painted with tung oil after a while.

The waves behind me wash away again and again.

Ducks lined up in a long line and walked past the bow of the boat. The silly kingfisher flew too fast and dug its long beak into the reed pole. It finally pulled out the beak and flew away. Someone's civet cat jumped on the bottom of the upside-down fishing boat and opened its mouth to show its tip. Teeth yawned, and then he lay down with his front paws up and took a nap with squinted eyes.

Finally, after cutting a seam, he stood up and beat his waist.

Grandpa came back, his face was not very good, he sat on the bow of the boat and looked at the lake and sighed heavily.

"There is going to be a war again. There are three brothers at home and one is a daughter. Our village is going to have 15 people. If we leave, I'm afraid we will never come back..."

The old man's rough hands scratched his legs and made a rustling sound.

"The Wang family asked the second boy to go. Originally, grandpa liked the second boy very much."

"Your parents passed away early. People in the village said that you were a nuisance to your parents. No one came to propose marriage. The eldest daughter of the Liu family in the house is one year younger than you, and the child is one month old."

Hearing this, the girl lowered her head and fiddled with the wood chips in her hand, but she was actually at a loss.

"Grandpa is getting older and wants to find a good family for you. The second son of the Wang family likes you, but... alas."

The old man was worried for his granddaughter, but also sad for the people he knew well in the village. How many of them would come back from the war? Even if they came back, they would be missing arms and legs, and they would be gone after working so hard to raise their children.

The girl didn't speak.

It was everyone's fate to have a family when they grew up, and she never thought about changing anything.

Maybe the second son of the Wang family is suitable. In fact, he rarely talks on weekdays, and it's hard to say whether he likes her or not. He may never come back after leaving.

Don't even think about escaping, you can't go anywhere without a guide.

Even if he manages to escape, what will happen to his family? The whole family will be sent to hard labor for the rest of their lives, with no chance of success.

Girls don’t understand what war is.

How many men will be recruited and who will they fight?

The grandfather and grandson were repairing a boat by the lake, and vaguely heard the suppressed cries in the village...

The next day, early morning.

The whole village gathered in front of the Tutu Temple to see him off.

Folks from the countryside came to see each other, men, women, old and young, and silently watched fifteen familiar faces pay their respects to the Earth Temple for the last time.

Every household brings out boiled eggs, duck eggs or dried fish.

They packed their bags full of food for the journey, and told them to go home after the war.

The girl didn't like such a scene. The crying was heartbreaking, even sadder than a funeral. All she could do was silently hope that she would never have to fight in the future.

The old village chief led fifteen young men on the road.

There was a young man who cried out that he didn't want to leave. Two of his companions lifted him up and dragged him along.

Family members and villagers followed each other to see her off a long way away, their grief-stricken cries sounding like a funeral procession.

Out of sight until you turn the corner.

The atmosphere in the small fishing village is low. There are fifteen young men missing, and there is more work to do. The same is true in nearby villages. Those with daughters at home are looking for suitable families. There are many fewer men. It is conceivable that they will be worried for a long time. marry.

The old man also wanted to arrange a blind date for his granddaughter, but there was no suitable one in the same village.

Looking at the indifferent granddaughter, the elderly grandfather can only take one step at a time.

…

A remote little world.

riverside.

The old turtle that just surfaced still maintains an excellent style of life. It doesn't say what shouldn't be said and doesn't ask what shouldn't be asked. This is the secret to its longevity.

There is a strange combination on the shore, a familiar little girl, a big tiger with a saddle on it, and a short-tailed cat.

Apparently, the tiger replaced the horse.

Next to the tiger's feet was a short-tailed cat as big as a dog with some kind of head problem. It was holding on to a piece of rotten wood and grinding its claws hard.

The old bald turtle looked at the tiger, then looked back at his own turtle shell.

Forget it, I can carry it.

"The little god has met the god. Are you going to return?"

The little guy on the tiger's back nodded.

"Exactly, I'm done."

The two ferocious beasts really couldn't sit still, but fortunately, the lynx learned the art of changing size on the road and turned into a fat cat.

The old turtle shook his two long beards.

"It doesn't matter, the little god is happy with it."

Turn around and let the back of the turtle shell get closer to the shore. The tiger jumps on it with a habitual jump. The sudden weight change makes the old turtle float and sink twice. Fortunately, the old turtle quickly casts a spell and adjusted it. The tiger lay prone and then the lynx cat Also jump on the turtle shell.

The surface of the river is hazy with white mist, and the old turtle, the river god, is swimming very fast with all four limbs paddling in the water.

A layer of sawdust was left on the water surface behind...

Apes and monkeys were flying on the cliffs on both sides of the strait. Bai Yujun thought of a poem, and they all shook their heads and recited it.

The old turtle looked back and thought the poem was very good. It would be even more perfect if the boat was changed into a divine turtle. The look in Bai Bai's eyes gave him a hint of approval. The river god had a good impression of educated people.

We passed by the fast water where the trackers were struggling to make a living, and the familiar whistle sounded, the tiger lay down and did not dare to move, and the lynx looked at the big ship with its eyes shining brightly.

There is heavy fog on the river, and the giant old turtle cannot be seen by ordinary people.

The wind blows and the waves beat against the turtle shell.

In this situation, Bai Yujun remembered a piece of music, took out the musical instrument he had made before, crossed his legs and played it leisurely, playing a song of "Canghai Smile".

Feel free and at ease.

Let it rise and fall with the waves, full of pride and energy, and play the unrestrained and unrestrained desire that can see through the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Classics are always classics.

The old turtle really wanted to say hello and wanted to know who created this music.

I was ecstatic when I heard this song, and my four paws flapped rapidly in excitement.

The old turtle returned to Songjia Ferry in a short time at a fast speed. He secretly regretted that he swam too fast, otherwise he could have listened to more happy songs. He understood that there is no such thing as a banquet in the world. Hearing this song was already a destiny. When the ferry passengers came ashore, he couldn't help but Ask.

"May I ask the Lord who composed this song? I would like to pay you a visit."

Bai Yujun blinked.

"What mortals do is beyond the reach of heaven and earth."

It turns out that the river god is also an elegant guest.

Hearing this, the old turtle, the god of rivers, felt deeply regretful, shook his head, smiled bitterly, and nodded to say goodbye.

"It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to visit. Alas, the little god resigned."

With regret, the old turtle retreated slowly into the deep water, and the turtle shell sank completely to the bottom of the water and was invisible.

In the grass on the shore.

The two waiting thieves shrank back into the grass tremblingly, watching the large colorful insect walking by. When they passed by, the tiger sniffed them, and the wind they breathed made the two thieves' legs weak.

When the giant tiger walked away and looked at the half-broken Songjiadu stone monument, the two of them suddenly felt discouraged.