New White Snake Asking Immortals

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The ducks wandered into the fenced gate and happily returned to their familiar home.

Feng Ying put down the package on her shoulder and sighed that she was finally home.

Yu lifted up his bamboo hat and looked at the thatched earthen house. He leaned against the stone wall in boredom and took out a thin stick to shape an arrow shaft. He whittled it a few times, then looked at it carefully with his eyes and inspected it carefully. He tried hard to make arrows with simple tools.

"Ying, do you still remember what happened in the dream?"

After whittling twice, he turned to look at Feng Ying, who was repairing the broken fence gate.

Feng Ying paused slightly.

"Remember, the sky and the earth are full of fire, the dragon is bigger than the mountain, the dragon supports the sky fire and turns into the mountain peak, there is a goddess in the ice, the dragon horns, the ears, the dragon tail is very beautiful, I... dare not look into her eyes. "

Yu, who was repairing arrow shafts, was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect the freckled girl to know so much. At present, it seems that it is getting more and more difficult to figure out his origins. Forget it, just take it one step at a time.

He raised his head and looked at the cloudy sky and thick fog flowing over his head, trying to piece together the scenes he recalled.

Feng Ying was busy cleaning up the debris in the yard, and she would have to go to the mountain to visit the grave later.

In the past, she dared to use bamboo spears to stab people to death like fishes. When she returned to her familiar home, she immediately turned back into a fisherman girl who fished for food.

Yu casually grabbed the big white goose and pulled off a white feather at the tip of its wing.

The white goose stretched its neck and screamed in preparation for an attack. Yu grabbed it by the neck and threw it into the yard, hoping to catch it later if it lacked feathers.

He glanced at Feng Ying, who was busy and focused.

He looked up at the looming sails in the distance of the lake and shook his head.

"There's going to be a war. Although the valley before was a bit bitter, we can still survive."

"..."

Feng Ying's busy hands paused. The appearance of rain tore up the curtain covering the world, allowing him to witness with his own eyes a huge wave hundreds of feet high rushing towards the fishing village. Everything he knew was like a small fishing boat in front of the huge wave. The moment of tranquility was just before destruction. Illusion.

"How long will it take for it to end?"

"I can't say for sure, maybe hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years, but it won't stop anyway."

"..."

Whether it's thousands or hundreds of years, it's very long for Feng Ying. It's hard to imagine what a long war that lasts for dozens of generations would look like.

After being shocked, it suddenly didn't matter anymore. Why should I think so far into a mere few decades of life?

Squat in front of the chicken coop and try to restore the destroyed chicken coop.

"Who are they and why do they want to nail the dragon veins?"

Hearing this, Yu recalled carefully.

He quickly found the answer from the messy memory and explained it to Feng Ying while installing the tail feathers.

"It is said that a newly rising emperor wants to rule the world. This is how wars begin. Every time a country is conquered, the dragon veins are immediately nailed. Of course, large dragon veins cannot be touched. Most of the branch dragons and leaf dragons are nailed, which can prevent rebellion and strengthen rule. .”

“Does it really work to bury nails in a mountain?”

"Maybe it will work."

Yu paused and continued.

"If it is pinned down, at least it will be difficult for a big person to be born in a place that is influenced by the dragon's veins. As the saying goes, outstanding people and beautiful places lose their spirituality, which affects people. Without people with great fortune everywhere, the country will naturally be stable."

"That……"

"Don't worry, you only have one chance to nail the dragon's veins. Once you fail, the dragon's veins will go dormant."

Finally, I made an arrow and put it into the birch bark quiver.

Continuing to cut arrow shafts, I watched Feng Ying tidy up the courtyard. Several consecutive heavy rains had moistened the green grass, and the courtyard was full of wormwood.

There are more and more sails on the horizon of the lake, and the navy appears suddenly, with flags flying and divided into two sides.

Feng Ying repaired the chicken coop and started pulling weeds again. She rested when she felt hungry.

Yu prepared the meal.

A few dry coarse grain cakes, dried salted fish, and bacon.

The two stopped what they were doing and sat in the courtyard to eat, dryly, drinking water while eating.

Feng Ying spoke hesitantly.

"I picked up this knife in a lake a few years ago. I have always wanted to return it to its original owner, but after waiting for several years, the owner never came."

After saying that, he looked at Yu who was eating hard.

Across the moldy broken wooden table, Yu drank some water and tried to swallow the coarse grain cake.

"I don't remember much. You didn't pick up the knife, but the knife chose you. It changed your life. It was an opportunity and a shackle."

Eating hard rice will make your throat uncomfortable, but you have to eat it and gave Feng Ying a dull look.

"It will be very tiring. It is a fate you cannot avoid."

After hearing this, Feng Ying was a little confused. She lowered her head, picked up the coarse grain residue on the table and ate it seriously.

"What do you want me to do?"

She also wanted to pick up the scraps that fell on the ground. In the past, hens would pick them up and eat them, but now there are only a few chicken feathers left in the house. Feng Ying silently cursed those evil people who deserved to die.

Yu turned to look at the lake with turbulent undercurrents.

"You'll find out soon enough."

I'm too lazy to say too much. Anyway, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't change your destiny. You can't escape or hide. Who among all living beings can control their destiny.

After the meal, Yu continued to silently cut arrow shafts.

There are more and more big ships on the lake. Thousands of sails hide the surface of the lake. Small-scale water battles break out intermittently at the intersection of the lake and the river. The atmosphere is depressing and tense. The monsters in the water are scared to flee in all directions. Water birds sing wildly and fly to the mountains. Even remote fishing villages are threatened. Knowing something bad is about to happen.

Feng Ying looked at the scene he had never seen before, guessing that there might be another war.

after dinner.

The two naval forces at dusk suddenly beat their war drums.

Yu seems to be used to big scenes, carefully installing iron arrows under the oil lamp, while Feng Ying is restless and pays attention to the water battle in the lake.

As night fell, the battle between more than a thousand warships began, and the shouts spread far and wide.

Rain, who was making a mistake in the house, looked up. The leaves outside the window were illuminated by the firelight, and he could even see the valleys and peaks of Beishan clearly.

She put away her arrows and went out, silently standing beside Feng Ying, the firelight illuminating their faces.

The lake in the distance was filled with fire.

The roar of mountains and tsunami-like screams rose and fell.

The burning warships collided randomly, the tall masts collapsed with a harsh cracking sound, the flames burned the ropes and the sails fell, and the burning arrows made dense arcs and crisscrossed randomly. Some large ships stood upright in the water, with pouring water. The kerosene spilled over the lake, then burned and engulfed those who fell into the water.

Yu sighed, turned around and went back to the house to sleep. He had seen too many large-scale wars along the way and was used to it.

Feng Ying couldn't sleep and stood alone in front of the wall watching the fire.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out. I went back to the house when I couldn't bear it.

I lay there for a long time and fell asleep in the lake...

early morning.

The lake was filled with heavy fog, and the fishing village located high up was above the white fog. From a distance, you could only see many masts in the thick fog. It was very quiet, and there were no shouts of death. There were some sporadic flames in various parts of the lake, which burned all night long. In the end, the winner was decided, and both sides paid the lives of countless low-level people.

Feng Ying got up, washed, released the ducks and geese, took the fishing gear, and went to see if the fish cages had harvested anything.

The dew on the weeds on the roadside wetted his trouser legs, as if everything was back to the familiar past.

Walking along the hillside path towards the fishing boats on the shore, after walking into the thick fog, it was very quiet not far away, as if the small world we were in was constantly moving forward.

After a long time, I finally heard the sound of water waves. Feng Ying sniffed hard and felt that the smell of water vapor was different from before.

I saw something on the shore from a distance, swaying over and over with the waves.

Thinking that it was driftwood that had been blown to the shore by wind and waves, it could be taken home and burned on the fire after being fished out and dried. It was particularly resistant to burning. Feng Ying threw the fishing gear into the boat, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to drag the driftwood ashore.

"..."

I was shocked when I saw it clearly.

Not driftwood at all, but a charred floating corpse.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew away the thick fog on the lake.

Feng Ying had a bad premonition. Her neck stiffened and she slowly raised her head. Her eyes widened and her face turned pale.

"Ho... ho ho... ah...!"

His throat involuntarily let out a strange scream, and he fell into the mud and kicked his legs back hard.

The surface of the lake was covered with floating corpses, which were pushed by the wind and waves and gathered on the shore. The floating corpses and broken wooden boards rose and fell with the waves.

I finally turned around but couldn't use any strength, so I could only kneel down and crawl hard.

Feng Ying's hands and feet became weak and she crawled back. She kept vomiting, her eyes were wide open, she was breathing rapidly, and she was whining and screaming.

I don’t know how long I stumbled and ran. When I saw Yu Hou, I threw myself into Yu’s arms and finally cried out.

Yu sighed and hugged the frightened fisherman girl tightly.