New White Snake Asking Immortals

The stone bridge shines on the water, and the water shines on people, making it difficult to meet each other...

The drizzle wets the rough clothes, Dong Yong holds the jade hairpin and supports the paper umbrella and looks up at the sky quietly, hoping that God will open his eyes, hoping that the fairy in the dream will return to his side, the men farm and the women weave with simple tea and light food, and the chickens and dogs hear each other on the roads of Zhuxi Village. Looking at the gardenias in front of the house, the beauty just started to disappear without a trace.

Ziyi is a fairy, but why does Heaven arrest her?

The tea shop outside the town is full of guests, and the straw mats are set up to shade the sun and rain, and a bowl of coarse tea is fragrant.

When the story of Dong Yong marrying a fairy and being taken back to the sky by the heavenly court spread, many boring scholars and scholars from nearby counties gathered in Xixi. Apart from curiosity, they also wanted to see who was lucky enough to marry a fairy. I will also mention poems and poems to criticize all evils of heaven.

As for the rules and regulations of the sky, no one cares, as long as there is something to talk about anyway.

Besides, who knows if Heaven really exists.

Taste tea and drink wine in thatched pavilions, and servants serve food and drink.

"I think that Dong Yong, a commoner farmer, is not qualified to be favored by fairies. If the fairy is looking for Hongluan's fate, he should be a scholar like me. He is purely hysterical."

"Brother Huang is right. You and I have studied hard for more than ten years, and have read the past and the present. The fairy should pay attention to you and me."

Many high-spirited young people are just jealousy, and they have never seen a fairy anyway, so they first belittle Dong Yong as a vulgar person and exalt themselves.

On the clouds in the sky, a certain dragon with excellent hearing curled his lips.

"Why didn't you freeze to death during the ten-year cold window? It's still not cold enough."

Wave your hands and make waves...

Suddenly, a gust of evil wind and slanting rain penetrated into the thatched shed of the tea shop, and the elegant scholars in long robes scattered and shouted, and a certain hapless man with a poisonous mouth fell down and was covered in mud, sweeping the floor gracefully.

Although holding a paper umbrella, the rain still wets Dong Yong's shoes and trousers, making him feel as cold as death.

if……

It would be great to see Ziyi again, even if only for one glance...

In front of my eyes, there is a bright glow falling from the clouds in the rainy sky, which makes people's eyes unconsciously sink into it. The glow is warm, and countless eyes are watching the lonely figure on the mottled stone arch bridge and the beautiful shadow falling from the clouds, fairy! It's really a fairy descending to earth!

"Purple clothes..."

Calling softly for fear of waking up is a dream.

Wearing silk fluttering, ribbons, silk and purple skirts dance lightly, heavenly immortals come to the world, the rays of the sun are gradually fading, Dong Yong sees the familiar face with tears in his eyes, his whole body froze, until the purple clothes fall on the stone arch bridge, he wakes up. This is not a dream, it is real.

Those scholars and townspeople were dumbfounded, they never expected to see fairies descending from this little Xixi town.

A certain Bai sits on the bow of the boat with his feet sticking out, watching the classic soap operas in boredom. Coming to be a director is definitely more sensational, which is where it is.

"First shed tears and heartbroken, look, I'm right."

"The next step should be a deep hug. Look, Ben Long is good at deducing secrets and pinching fortune-telling. He never lies."

"Oh, poor fateful mandarin ducks, this stick of incense is their last time together, who, yes, is you, help me light a stick of incense, I want it to be a little more humid."

All the heavenly soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay.

"..."

In fact, Bai has already taken good care of him. After all, he started to light incense after meeting and hugging. It is considered to be taking advantage of the loopholes in the sky to gain more time for Zi Yi. Anyway, there is no rule in the sky that it must be lit before meeting.

He took out the bacon and opened his mouth to gnaw fiercely, until his mouth was full of oil.

Perhaps the taste of bacon is generally easy to get tired of eating, but a certain dragon has a very big appetite and is not picky about food. The most important thing is that in addition to Laojun's stove, the heavenly court can be lit anytime and anywhere. Which fairy dares to live and cook, melons, fruits and vegetables every day, carnivores are the most Can't stand it.

He stretched out his hand to tidy up the drape over his head, and automatically blocked the bitter love couple under the locust tree.

If you are not in the world, you don't know the hardships of people.

Intrigues and intrigues are everywhere, crises are everywhere, a bad person dies outside the house, the stories are all deceptive, the darkness of the old feudal era is far beyond imagination,

The prosperous age of balance is only for the rich and powerful, and has nothing to do with ordinary people.

Little people who have climbed up from the grass roots know the cruelty of the world.

To put it bluntly, the fairy in purple clothes is really willing to give up her fairy status and stay in the mortal world. She will definitely not survive a year. The harsh environment of farm work without enough food and so on.

Don't use imagination to replace reality, you will die miserably.

"Hey, everyone in the world wants to become a fairy, but the fairy is envious of the love of the world. Do you really think that engraving on the Sansheng Stone is a good thing?"

The wind blows, and the incense ashes from the copper furnace on the bow of the ship fall to the mortal world...

The rain stopped.

White water vapor rises from the canopy of the ancient locust tree.

Under the wet tree, Ziyi Fairy and Dong Yong expressed their reluctance face to face, saying that they must return to the heaven, the red rope must be broken, everything is just a dream, and the dream will eventually dissipate.

In the distance, the scholars and scholars who were not upset that Dong Yong fell in love with the fairy were also moved by the true feelings. They thought that the two would love and love each other for a lifetime, but they didn't know that Dong Yong and Ziyi were suffering in their hearts at the moment. Poetry praises, the rhetoric is light and sweet and romantic.

"Zi Yi...stay here...don't go..."

Dong Yong was heartbroken and heartbroken.

"Dong Lang, there are some things that you and I can't decide. They can't be changed. It's a destiny. In fact, the days in Xixi Town are the most unforgettable memories in my life. The old locust tree, the small bridge and the clear stream will never be forgotten... "

"No! It can be done! Sincerity is as good as gold and stone, I am willing to kneel and beg God to grant us!"

The fairy in purple shook her head and cried, while Bai Yujun above the clouds shook her head and sneered.

It’s okay to listen to the words that a firm belief can move the heavens. There is a good saying, if the sky has love, the sky will be old. Even my own dragon can’t contact the ancient planet of the main world, let alone a mere mortal. , It's just a sentence of encouragement to people.

There are countless worlds in the vast starry sky, how could the rules of operation be changed because of love.

That's right, very cold-blooded, because if there is love, the sky will grow old.

He turned his head to look at the burning incense.

With a little time left, Bai Yujun didn't expect Ziyi to fly away on her own initiative. If she didn't follow her and the Heavenly Soldiers, she might really be determined to leave the fairyland and never leave, and that's exactly what the mastermind behind the scenes wanted to see.

A red rope almost destroyed a Taixian, Yuelao also has his story...

"Check the mask and don't show your face. Be careful that those scholars will write you into the book and leave you in the book for thousands of years. Especially those who eat incense in spiritual practice should pay more attention, otherwise they will not be able to eat incense in the future and can only eat incense ash."

Standing up, covering the dragon's horns with silk like an assassin, you can't see the expression inside the mask clearly.

The straight knife hangs horizontally behind the waist.

Looking at the burning incense with the instrument in hand, the last small piece has been burned and slowly extinguished, the ash of the incense is broken, and the last spark has completely disappeared.

"The time has come."