New White Snake Asking Immortals

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Not long after the Broken Dragon Scale was unearthed, the weather suddenly changed suddenly, and the cloud gathered, lightning and thunder made people breathless.

Immediately after a heavy rain came, the torrential rain poured down like the Milky Way, the drained deep pit was submerged again, the embankment was smashed by the wind and waves, and the people rushed to flee!

The river flooded back, and the abandoned county was submerged again...

The silver-haired man and the black-clothed man both looked ugly. The only thing they found so far was this small piece of broken dragon scale in their hands. The dragon-hunting crossbow seemed unwilling to be unearthed.

"Let's go, the dragon hunting crossbow is too involved and shouldn't be in the world. With the dragon scales, we can study the method of cracking it, and the dragon corpse... I'm waiting for the hope of becoming a fairy god."

The man in black was silent. The silver-haired man was right, the only way for them to live forever was to use the legendary dragon corpse.

If the ban is not broken and the dragon corpse cannot be found, it may live in the ice field for many years.

Ordinary monks with average aptitude and no background like them have only one way to live forever. With the help of external forces, or elixirs, or some rare treasures of the world, countless monks in the world are running around all day looking for opportunities, and any dangerous secrets have long been scraped. There are still adventures in Chi, so many monks ventured into the Hundred Thousand Mountains before the deadline.

If you find an opportunity, go one step further, if you don't find it, you will die in the Southern Wilderness.

Everyone envies the practitioners, but they don't know that the monks are tired of running, looking at the fairy palace in the distance without regret...

That night, a banquet was held in Zhoucheng.

The silver-haired man and the others were hungover, but they didn't know that a thief saw that he looked like a rich and powerful official, and drove the mouse brothers who had been living and training for many years to break into the house and stole the most cherished kit, and stole the dragon scale fragments...

A monk is not omnipotent, nor will he spend his entire life guarding his surroundings.

Practitioners who are beyond ordinary people are also human beings, not all-weather scanners.

the second day.

"Who is it! Someone wants your life to be worse than death...!"

A loud roar resounded through several streets, and the silver-haired male cultivator swept the entire inn angrily, rummaging around as if he was looking for something, the man in black on the other side sneered, he wanted to have it all to himself!

In a dark corner of the city, a wretched man holds white jade shards and his head is full of question marks, and the mouse brother on his shoulder is trembling...

So far, the dragon scales have been scattered among the people and their whereabouts are unknown.

The junction of Yan Empire and Nanhuang.

In the past, merchant ships and travelers saw that the empire had added several fortresses, garrisons, and garrison fields on the border. There was a tendency to treat the Southern Wilderness as a foreign enemy and strictly guard against it. They also increased checkpoints to collect taxes and collect money. The officials of the waterway directly pocketed one of the six taxes, which caused complaints from traders.

The cause is inexplicable.

It is said that the grandson of a certain Zhizhou had his head beheaded by the demon king for disrespecting the demon king.

Then there is no more, Zhizhou is a scholarly family who doesn't know much about the world, because several generations have never seen any demon king and don't care about the legend, so he immediately summoned 10,000 troops to enter the Southern Wilderness to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

When the news spread to Chang'an, the emperor and the ministers were almost scared to death. Ordinary people don't know how vicious the Jiao Yao King is.

The two armies at the junction of the Southern Wilderness and the Central Plains confronted each other, and before the fight started, the eunuch scolded them back. Afterwards, the imperial court felt that the border was unstable, and the 100,000 demon soldiers were too scary, so they simply built a fortress to prevent it.

The tariffs are as fierce as tigers, and merchant travelers feel that they are not as civilized as other monsters.

In private, they raised funds together to ask the leader of the demon army for help.

Not long after, water monsters suddenly appeared in several main rivers, and the ships and water villages used for tax collection were destroyed. Since then, there are only fortresses and no checkpoints on the border.

As a result, the Jiao Yao King and the Central Plains began a politically cold and economically hot model.

...

Two hundred years.

Time flies, the shadows of Xianyuntan Lake are long, and things change and stars move several times in autumn.

Two hundred years is enough for many things to happen. Generations of people get old, sick and die. Birds, animals, flowers, grass, fish and insects also have their own struggles to survive and die. Countless creatures outline their own stories in a short time, either bitter, miserable, or sweet and happy. In my own story, the story ends with death.

For example, weed rats, small individuals, drill into the grass to eat grass seeds and grass roots,

If you are lucky, encountering nuts is like New Year’s Eve, hiding in the safe soil hole dug by yourself to fill your stomach, occasionally watching the wind and clouds outside to enjoy yourself, maybe hunting for wild animals one day.

Ferocious beasts enclose the land for dominance, but when they get old and weak, they will inevitably become the food in their mouths.

Human beings are full of ups and downs.

Life is just a play of different sizes, wonderful or dull, and species continue in one big play after another.

The territory of the Flood Demon King is changing with each passing day, but the Central Plains remains unchanged.

The tranquility of the past three hundred years has brought the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty back to the Central Plains, and the population surge has revived. After the fall of the Tang Dynasty, the population lost in several wars has recovered. At least there are no barren villages everywhere, and the prosperous land is more prosperous.

There is a peak named Jinshan on the banks of the river in the suburbs of Suzhou and Hangzhou, and there are temples on the mountain.

Pious pilgrims take a boat to the shore and pass by the stone workshop, and kowtow up the mountain step by step along the stone steps. No matter the rich or poor, they are all equal at this moment, step by step, solemn and solemn.

The ancient temple shaded by the green hills, the red walls and green tiles, the sound of bells and chimes.

The temples are built close to the mountains and rivers, the buildings are resplendent and magnificent, and the bells and incense tripods are ringing, which makes people feel awe and awe.

The wind and smoke on the river is full of thick fog, quiet and clear, and boats come and go to see pilgrims.

A small boat came straight to Jinshan through the dense fog. There was an old monk with long beard standing on the bow, and a young man with blond hair was punting the boat at the stern. There is fear in the eyes of the monk, but there is an indescribable sympathy in the depths.

The oars stirred the river and made a noise.

When they arrived at the small pier, they slowed down and docked slowly. There were already three young monks in brocade robes waiting on the shore.

The boat came to a stop, and after the old monk came ashore, the three brocade-robed monks came forward to pay respects. Without much conversation, they led the old monk and the blond young man up the mountain.

Climb all the way up the mountain, pass through the main hall and follow the path to the highest pavilion.

Entered the elegant and exquisite bamboo house.

The blond young man thinks this room is very good, the location is high, the doors and windows facing the outside are removed and only the thin curtains are left. Sitting upright and toasting, you can see the surging river water, and the green lotus fragrance of the small stream next to it, which has a remote and remote artistic conception.

The old monk entered, and the blond young man was guarding the door.

There are also two old monks in the room, with a chessboard next to them, and when they see the guests coming, they stand up and greet them unhurriedly.

"Rare guest, please take your seat."

Three people are seated.

"You two are so elegant, Jinshanyuan is really a pure land and dusty place, I'm envious."

The two old monks on the opposite side smiled and were noncommittal.

pour tea.

The tea leaves are flat, smooth and straight, light green in color, bright and fragrant, and have a high-quality green color, rich aroma, sweet taste, and beautiful shape in the tea cup. It is the best West Lake Longjing tea.

Xiangfu Ruolan is clear and bright, the buds are upright and lifelike, and the fragrance of tea is refreshing.

"Good tea!"

King Wisdom is delighted to see the good tea. Taste it, taste it briefly, and close your eyes to feel it.

"It's worth the trip!"