New White Snake Asking Immortals

Behind the stone wall, the cries of girls and wives were very muffled.

The aunt next door told about the situation in the village. More than one person died. Two old people were beaten to death on the grinding plate by enemy soldiers. There was no reason. Maybe they just disliked the two old people. In the end, the old village chief led the people in a hurry. Buried.

The family members of several victims cried heartbrokenly. For the first time, everyone knew what it means to destroy a country and a family.

It's still raining.

The stream in the valley became turbulent, and the new banana leaves on the shack were moistened by the rain and did not dry up.

Feng Ying stood on the stone wall without saying a word. Maybe she couldn't bear the cries of her lost loved ones. She lowered her straw hat with her hands and turned towards the river beach.

After looking at the ducks and geese sheltering from the rain under the banana tree, I untied the boat rope, kicked hard, and jumped onto the small fishing boat offshore.

We rowed to find a recess under the cliff, stopped the boat and took shelter from the rain alone.

The thick cliffs above the head block the heavy rain, and the areas not covered by the rain are very dry. Many waterbirds rest and leave a lot of white guano, and there are wild pigeon nests high up.

The clothes soaked by the rain clung to my body and felt tight when I moved.

Feeling cold all over after the wind blew, Feng Ying folded her arms and squatted on the dry rocks to watch the rain.

The images of underwater fighting filled his mind.

She didn't like killing, but she was forced to do something she didn't like.

I still can’t figure out why those people did bad things. The more I think about it, the more confused my head becomes, just like it’s pouring rain outside and I can’t see clearly.

After a long while, he sighed, took out half of the dried fish and chewed it slowly.

A white water bird was gliding in the rain. It originally wanted to fly into the recess of the cliff to take shelter from the rain. After seeing Feng Ying, it circled around and abandoned this shelter. It gradually moved away until it could no longer be seen.

Feng Ying thought a lot.

Wondering when the bad guys would leave, wondering if the missing ship would cause their wrath.

The drowned corpse is entangled in water plants and will not float for a while.

What if they find out that one person is missing and get angry.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally came up with an immature way to pretend that the storm was too big and caused a disaster. After all, this kind of thing is very common in the great lakes and rivers, but it needs to leave some traces. Feng Ying thought about finding a way to pretend to be an accident, so as to avoid the revenge of the bad guys. villagers.

Just do whatever you want, get up and jump on the boat back to the valley, and use a rope to drag another small fishing boat away.

Rowing time and time again, the valley shelter behind is getting further and further away...

There was only the sound of rain on the vast white lake surface, which was pockmarked by the rain.

Maybe a long time passed.

Only the thick outline of Beishan can be seen vaguely.

No other boats were found on the lake. Maybe they all went back to the fishing village to escape the storm. This would be convenient for pretending that the fishing boat was in trouble and sunk.

Watch the current carefully and then look at the wind direction.

After releasing the oars, Feng Ying walked to the stern and jumped into the neighbor's small fishing boat, throwing away the two oars.

Use a bamboo stick to gently pick up the bottom of the boat, grab the hemp fiber at the seam of the boat and pull it upwards. Water immediately pours out from the bottom of the boat like a fountain. Feng Ying turns around and jumps back to his fishing boat. He waits quietly for the cabin to be filled with water before grabbing the boat again. Hold the bow of the boat and press down hard and flip it over.

The messy debris on the boat was blown away quickly by the wind.

The sunken ship is too heavy, and it floats slowly despite the wind and waves. It is expected that it will be carried to the shore by the underwater undercurrent.

Feng Ying silently stared at the sunken ship with its bottom turned upside down, hoping that they would not persecute the villagers after seeing it.

Looking at the bottom of the boat that flickers in and out of the wind and waves, it looks like the uncertain future of the fishing village.

Just when I was getting ready to go back, I noticed something strange. There were gaps between the rain clouds during the precipitation. I took advantage of the short gap to see many people on the hillside.

The rain clouds were pushed away by the wind, and bunches of rainfall visible to the naked eye hurried away.

After careful observation and identification, Feng Ying was very sure that they were the bad guys from the enemy country and three mysterious people who were traveling at night.

They walked on the mountain road in the rain, looking towards unknown hills in the distance.

Feng Ying had visited that place before when he was collecting herbs and hunting. There was also an old stone temple, and it was unknown which god it was enshrined in.

The gaps in the rain clouds continued to move forward, and soon covered the figures of those people again.

When I was debating whether to go and take a look, many strangers appeared in the gaps in the rain clouds that had moved far away.

"..."

The little fish village suddenly became very lively.

Feng Ying had an intuition. Although he didn't know whether the two groups were from the same force, they were definitely heading towards the dragon veins mentioned by the two gods. After thinking about it, he thought that he should go and have a look. If he could stop it, he would stop it, even if he couldn't. Also know what happened.

After docking, he hid the boat and took the rusty iron knife and bamboo spear ashore.

We took a shortcut to climb the mountain in the rain. It was extremely difficult to walk due to the thick fallen leaves soaking up the rainwater. The exposed soil was full of running water.

Feng Ying didn't pay attention just now, but a special figure appeared on the mountain road...

Halfway up the mountain.

A team of nearly forty people walked on the road wearing raincoats.

Beishan is very large and very high. Fortunately, the mountain road is relatively gentle. Villagers go up the mountain to hunt and collect herbs all year round. They gradually walk out on a solid mountain road without worrying about slipping or rough terrain. The horses stay in the fishing village, and the two leaders are walking in front. Strong men, one of whom held a falcon on his shoulder, followed easily by three monks in robes.

The falcon could have been used to explore the way, but the rain was too heavy and the injured falcon was unable to take off.

What he didn't know was that his falcon failed to take off, but another falcon was circling in the sky in the rain.

On the hillside, Feng Ying's speed became faster and faster.

From walking slowly at the beginning, to leaping ten feet away in one step, jumping on stones accurately, the heat in the body dissipates the cold and relieves fatigue. Feng Ying feels that it may be the legendary fairy power. It feels very strange.

While running, I saw the hawk in the rain. I thought it belonged to the bad guys in the village, so I had no choice but to rush in the valley and try to avoid the hawk's eyes. I thought that if it didn't rain, the local crows would tell the foreign hawks who was the landlord.

In the dense forest of the rugged area, Feng Ying ran faster than a cheetah.

In the mountains and forests, all parties are in a hurry.

Noon.

The heavy rain suddenly stopped, and golden sunshine shone through the gaps in the clouds.

More than thirty people were resting on an ordinary hill somewhere. Three monks in robes were walking around holding various magical weapons. Occasionally, they would use magic to float up and look around.

They were located on the top of a hill, with a wide view, and at their feet was a rock that had been weathered by wind and sun for many years.

It's very ordinary, like an old cow's back, giving people a comfortable feeling.

The two young disciples started, and the older monk made calculations as he walked, constantly marking and calibrating on the animal skin map, confirming over and over again.

The smooth rocky ridge on the top of the hill is about ten feet long and five feet wide, with traces left by wind and rain erosion.

It looked like it was covered with huge dragon scales.

The old monk put away the map and handed it to the strong man who commanded the soldiers.

"That's right here. I'm going to start. I only have one chance of success."

Hearing this, the strong man commander nodded.

"Master Immortal, please rest assured. We have cooperated many times and I guarantee there will be no problem."

After saying that and waving his hands, the soldiers under his command picked up their weapons and dispersed. Perhaps they felt that there was no one in the deserted mountains and mountains, so they were too lazy to wear armor. They just followed the rules and alerted all directions. The other strong man felt sorry for the falcon and did not let it fly.

The old monk took out a jade bottle and sprinkled the unknown dark red liquid on the smooth mountain ridge rock. He poured it three times in total, forming a triangle.

After finishing, he waved to the two young disciples.

The disciple put down his backpack and pulled out three iron nails that were as long as a ruler. The iron nails had three sides, which was very strange.

"Deploy the altar and prepare the practice."