New White Snake Asking Immortals

The main world of prehistoric times.

A poor and dilapidated small village, a stone temple on the top of a short mountain, a clear sky and no wind. Three incense sticks of rough workmanship were burning slowly, and the green smoke condensed into clouds in front of the temple. Feng Ying sat cross-legged in front of the temple, holding hands full of rust. Use the straight sword to meditate and practice quietly.

I have been staying in the village for a long time, and I have spent every day surrounded by the roar of spells, the light of swords, and the shadows of swords.

The surrounding mountains and fields were covered with a layer of green, but unexpectedly, a fire turned them into pits, and the mountains were covered with black war scars. Fortunately, rainfall often brought life, and the villagers took risks to collect edible wild vegetables to barely make ends meet. They survived for some days with fear, and finally I had to risk going out to cultivate and cultivate. I went to the Shenlong Temple to pray for blessings as usual before going out. I don’t know if it really worked or if I was lucky. The farming process was not affected by the war.

Although Feng Ying and Yu were cultivators, they did not pretend to be superior to others. They helped the village fight off evil spirits and beasts several times and drove away thieves who came to rob. They quickly won the respect of the villagers.

The sound of footsteps gradually began, and Feng Yingyou took a long breath and opened his eyes.

A lively young man ran up the winding road. His short hair looked like a magpie's nest. The clothes taken from the corpse were changed into a gown. His bulging muscle arms were red from the sun. He only had a coarse cloth wrapped around his wrist as a wrist guard and half of his trouser legs were torn off. Underpants and calves are like the naughty children in the village. Old scars have not healed yet new wounds have been added. Barefoot, I skip three or five steps at a time to climb the mountain.

The young man's originally thin body was rejuvenated by the elixir, and he had to accept the guidance of the paper umbrella spirit every day. His cultivation progressed rapidly, and he only lacked experience and experience.

"Sister Ying, look what I got."

He took out the storage bag from his arms and poured out a bunch of messy stuff.

Several boxes of canned meat rations for the snake demon army, a few well-made crossbow arrows with obvious signs of wear and tear, jade bottles containing elixirs, and other materials for refining weapons and elixirs, all treasures obtained from the battlefield. .

Feng Ying knew that this boy touched the body again last night.

Ever since she moved into the village, she discovered that there was a genius in the village, and he was lucky enough to buy good things from the sales girl. Feng Ying guessed that the sales girl definitely depends on others, and only very few and very special people can have the chance to shop. From this point of view, The little boy will definitely have an extraordinary future.

It seems that there is a famous teacher who guides him to practice very fast. He is good at hiding his cultivation from the villagers but not from Feng Ying and Yu.

Because of the sales girl's attention, Feng Ying and Yu did not intend to go into details.

In his spare time, he talked about what he saw and heard along the way, and the little boy often came to listen to the stories.

The little boy pried open the can and placed it in front of the temple, kowtowed three times, took out the animal meat that had been placed before and tore it in half, keeping half for himself and half for Feng Ying.

"An iron bird fell on the other side of the mountain last night. After searching for a long time, I found these in the mud. Everything else was burned away."

After Feng Ying took the meat, the boy sat on the ground and chewed the meat.

Feng Ying knew that it was dangerous outside, and she also knew that she could not persuade the boy. She had wanted to stop him from venturing out to collect supplies before, but Yu gave up the idea. She said that this was the only way for a little boy to grow up, and he would experience it involuntarily. The boy's fate was determined by his fate, and he gradually grew into a catfish capable of stirring up troubled waters. How could he change the boy's life even if he couldn't escape from it?

Feng Ying looked at the devouring young man and sighed silently in his heart. It would be difficult for him to have such a peaceful life in the future. The wind, rain and fireworks in the future will urge him to work hard and grow quickly until the day when he completes his mission a long, long time later.

It seems glorious and magnificent, but in fact it is controlled by an invisible hand, burning him alone to save more living beings...

Because whenever there is a crisis, someone always comes forward.

He is that person too.

The dry and hard animal meat was eaten into the mouth, chewing hard and swallowing hard, making the cheeks sore from exhaustion, and the rich earthy smell filled the nasal cavity.

The boy raised his head and smiled honestly and happily, and Feng Ying also laughed.

Yu somersaulted to the top of the mountain.

"The war is over! The war is over! The Holy Dynasty and the Snake Demon Army have withdrawn their troops. The damn war is over."

Hearing this, Feng Ying's eyes were blank for a moment, and then he stood up with great joy. He looked around and at the distant mountains, but saw no light of spells or swords. Warships with long tail marks passed by in the low altitude and high above the clouds. The demon army retracted its defense line towards Yunling, and the Holy Dynasty's flying boat also withdrew from the battlefield. The two sides passed by each other without incident.

On a low rocky hill in the village, three people stood in front of the stone temple and looked up at the sky.

The large white clouds in the sky are as leisurely as cotton wool. Occasionally, through the gaps in the clouds, I can see groups of black spots flying across the blue sky.

Feng Ying looked at Yunling thoughtfully.

"Yu, do you feel that the mountains, rivers and land have changed and become normal?"

"It sounds like it's true from what you said. Could it be that the war has stopped because of this? It seems that there are many things we don't know."

"How can the matters between the big forces be explained clearly in a few words?"

"Yes, the less we two little people know, the better. Since the war has ceased, it's time for us to hit the road."

Yu turned his head and glanced at the distant Tianzhu Peak. After walking for so many years, Tianzhu Peak had not gotten bigger. It was still out of reach. He was very tired from walking. He wanted to give up, but also wanted to see the scenery on the roadside ahead, and even more wanted to know what he was. Who is it? Who is it? Who lives where? It feels uncomfortable to drift with the crowd and not have a sense of belonging.

If you don't die on the road and complete your mysterious mission, you must understand your origins in the future.

Feng Ying lifted up the rusty straight knife wrapped in rags. Thinking of the war in the fishing village and what he had heard and seen along the way, he became more determined to continue moving forward.

The boy scratched his head.

"Are the two sisters leaving?"

Feng Ying smiled and reached out to touch the boy's head.

"After living in the village for a long time, it's time to leave. Remember the stories I told you about rivers and lakes. Be careful in your words and deeds when you go out in the future. Don't hesitate in anything you do. In addition, never forget this poor and broken village. Village, always remember you now. If you forget your original intention and direction, think of the village and you as a young person."

The words were too profound for the boy to understand, so he nodded vigorously and tried to remember Feng Ying's words.

Yu bent down and was busy rummaging through the rags to find a usable crossbow arrow, and said without raising his head.

"Little brat, remember what your sister Ying said and don't go astray."

The young boy groaned angrily and looked back at Yu.

"I'm not a little kid! I've memorized everything! In the future, I will fight off the bad guys and protect the village!"

The boy protested loudly and showed his stubbornness.

Yu picked up a crossbow arrow and checked whether it was straight before his eyes, and nodded pretending to be serious.

"Well, yes, yes, the little brat is right."

"..."

The sudden sequence must have confused the little boy. Although he said three correct words, he still felt that something was wrong.

Feng Ying couldn't laugh or cry.

Throwing a crossbow arrow to Yu to tell her not to cause trouble, he squatted face to face with the little boy.

"I believe in you. You are a good boy, brave and strong. You may become a village chief respected by the villagers in the future, able to protect the villagers and farmland."

The encouragement and praise made the young boy blush and scratch his head. Becoming the village chief was the best compliment in his heart, and it was also recognition of him.

Yu finished packing the crossbow arrows and leaned against the stone temple with the long crossbow in his arms. He took out some kind of juicy and slightly sweet grass root from his pocket and chewed it slowly. He smiled and watched Feng Ying encourage the little boy. Now Feng Ying is like an adult. Yu has An inexplicable sense of relief, just like an old father who cares about his children's growth and discovers that their children have finally grown up.

The teenage boy thought for a moment and asked.

"By the way, when are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning, the sooner the better, because the war has delayed us for many days."

"oh……"

The boy gave a dull reply and stopped talking. He ate the dry and hard meat and thought about something.

Feng Ying smiled, and he and Yu worshiped the dragon statue, and went back to the temporary house to pack their luggage. The young boy secretly left the village and got into the grass. From the stone temple, he looked at the wilderness outside the village wall, and saw a small figure running quickly in the green grass. , running towards several battlefields filled with black smoke.

Feng Ying and Yu carefully tidied up the house, renovated the roof with dried straw, and plastered the walls with yellow mud mixed with hay. The work was completed in the evening. The smell of soil and hay was a bit stronger, but it was able to protect them from rain and cold.

At night, the blue starry sky returned to tranquility, without the roar of war.

Neither of them fell asleep in the dark room. It would not be a problem for the practitioners to miss a night's sleep. They talked about the past and the future without a word.

Feng Ying and Yu didn't know that there was a pair of eyes watching the poor villages on the top of Yunling Mountain in the distance.

The long body is coiled on the rock, resembling a dragon but not a dragon. The eyes of the monster dragon pass through the night sky and the yellow mud stone wall. The figures of Feng Ying and Yu are reflected in the child's hole. After staring for a long time, they look back and sneak into the depths of the mountain silently. Return to the lair.

early morning.

The two said goodbye to the villagers, packed their bags and walked out of the village gate, passing by the clear pond.

A small figure was running wildly in the grass in the distance.

"etc……"

The boy jumped and ran, covering a distance of several feet with each step. He was as dirty as a small tabby cat. He was carrying a paper umbrella and holding a straight knife and was very happy. His light skills and body skills made the warriors and low-level monks in the village feel inferior.

He ran across the cultivated farmland and crossed the ditch, picked up the broken grass and leaves, climbed across the water and ran across the pond and stopped steadily.

Wiping the sweat from his cheeks with a wristband made of coarse cloth and hemp rope, he lifted up the storage bag stained with mud and sweat, and said with a smile showing his white teeth.

"I picked up some food for my two sisters to eat on the way. Time was tight and I only had so much."

Yu smiled with his arms folded on his chest and a foxtail in his mouth. Feng Ying smiled and reached out to take the storage bag and rubbed the boy's messy short hair vigorously.

"Okay, we've accepted it. Don't go hungry. Eat more to grow up."

"Can we see each other again?"

"Maybe we'll meet again, maybe a long, long time later, if we're both still alive by then."

"What you adults say is always too difficult to understand..."

"It's better for a little kid to be carefree. If you understand, it means you are already an adult. Live well. I hope we can meet again alive in the future. Forget it if you die."

"Sister Yu, I'm really not a brat. I can already hunt on my own."

"Yeah, yeah, bye little brat."

Yu waved his hand without looking back, and walked away side by side with Feng Ying. In front of him was Tianzhu Peak, which went straight into the sky. Behind him, beside the grass pond, the little boy was silent. He held a straight knife that was almost taller than himself in his left hand and waved his right hand until The two figures were no longer visible.