New White Snake Asking Immortals

The cold lamp and the candle keep the night cold.

The dragon stands in front of the Tianmen like a sculpture, covered with ice and snow, and guards the Beitianmen alone in the wind.

The candle light flickered lightly, and it did not illuminate the endless darkness, nor did it illuminate the chaos of troops and horses outside, but it was possible to escape the constraints and enjoy the rare tranquility, quietly listening to the sound of every snowflake falling, listening to the whimpering of the sad wind, guarding the northernmost gate of heaven, watching past future.

The dragon's eyes were slightly closed, and he was asleep, standing alone.

Bai Yujun finally had time to think about the past, remembering every close friend, friend, enemy, and passerby.

Reminds me of a lot of good times.

that year.

Walking across the Wind and Rain Bridge with an umbrella, the flowers are fragrant in the wind...

The vine attached bridge looks like a green waterfall...

Folding a willow branch and shaking it gently, looking at the mountains and waters in the world, I also saw a drunken guest sitting alone in a tavern, a bowl of turbid wine and an old dream...

The old horse left hoof prints on the smooth stone road and sent it to a distant place for memory. The yellowed letterhead and a few plum blossoms have dried...

Walking under the peach tree with an umbrella, a few pink flowers fell from the white paper umbrella, printed on the white paper, and scattered all over the shoulders...

Continuous rain.

The green moss on the ridge dripped water and fell on the umbrella with a rustling sound.

Standing at the stone bridge to pick a plum fruit, it is fully ripe, and the sourness gradually fades and only sweetness remains.

Occasionally, I still think of that short-lived memory, like a short absurd dream, simple as if it never existed, and when the lifespan is counted in thousands, I will eventually understand what is true.

It's in the past.

If you have a chance, you must go and see where the tomb of the old man Yuan is.

Two thousand years later, I am afraid that it has already become flat ground. Maybe other people have built a new grave on his grave, and the tombstone has also become a step stone on a mountain path. It is not easy for his descendants to change their names and hide in the countryside. It's also very good to scare you in front of the grave, even if you want to pickle kimchi, you can't find the ashes.

Time does not spare people, nor does it spare corpses. In the eyes of time, the dead and the living are the same.

Go back to the small valley where you were born.

I don't know if the old ginkgo tree is still there, the water pool, the hillside, I used to be familiar with every grass and bird nest there, and many beast neighbors.

There are still people living in the villages outside the mountains, and the hillside meadows and wildflowers are blooming...

Slightly sad.

I recall the weeping willows by the West Lake.

At dusk, it is misty and rainy, holding an umbrella and strolling across the old stone bridge, admiring the lotus flowers in the mist, drinking a jar of good wine, listening to the life of the knights at the neighboring table, and waiting for the moonlight to come.

Pray for the lanterns to go offshore, start the fireflies, and watch the pavilion hanging lights.

Can't tell the difference between day and night, forget the time.

Year after year, year after year.

Beitianmen is like a forgotten corner.

Since the old mysterious turtle left, he has never seen other living creatures, and monsters are not counted.

During these days, Bai Yujun finally agreed to practice seriously and re-polished the foundation. There is still no such thing as the so-called Dragon Ball Nei Dan Yao Dan. Specializing in the spiritual body has too many disadvantages, and neither melee combat nor spells can be thrown.

There is no such thing as greed and chewing, Bai Yujun has enough time to be diligent.

After a brief period of silence, the cultivation base increased steadily again.

After sensing the enhancement of the white dragon outside Tianmen, the number of infestations by the monsters was significantly reduced. The new guard was placed in the same position as the old black turtle before, and he was finally defeated by the fierce power of the beast. As a result, another white was extremely boring, even occasionally Not a single fight.

Over the years, the monsters have been good neighbors, at least bringing some rare entertainment to Bai.

Heaven's Gate is at stake.

It is impossible to leave without authorization, nor can it be replaced by a clone.

There is nothing to do, only crazy practice.

When Bai Yujun did one thing seriously, he found that his cultivation level improved faster...

Singing forward and approaching the gods.

The energy absorbed is not only fairy energy or spiritual energy. Since the small ball world can absorb some kind of energy growth by itself, Bai Yujun has also discovered that kind of deeper substance. I don't know the name.

Bai Moulong's practice has a characteristic.

No matter what it is, as long as it can be strong, it has a good appetite, is not picky eater, and can eat it.

Speaking of eating...

It's been a long time since I tasted the taste of flesh and blood, I'm greedy.

Don't eat all kinds of fish and shrimp, and don't eat them. Especially after growing, you need nutrient-rich food. You must match it with a few vegetarian dishes. Balanced nutrition is the right way.

The days are passing slowly in the penance...

...

decades later.

The boring days have changed.

The cold wind envelops the flying snow and blows the face like a knife, the frostbite is red, and in the dark snow, the ice is slightly blue, and the staggering old figure walks on the snow with difficulty in the barren and cold land of ice crystals, bypassing clusters of slender ice crystals, Avoiding icicles that are several feet tall, move forward step by step.

The wind-blown shabby cloak hunts, the beard and eyebrows are covered with ice, and the face is vicissitudes.

Behind him, a thin and thin boy under the cloak was lying on the back of the old man, carefully observing the outside.

"Grandpa, when can we go home?"

"It's almost time, grandson, don't worry, we can go back soon, eat hot porridge and drink hot soup."

The old man's frozen face tried to smile.

His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were bright, and he glanced around vigilantly.

Looking at another strange blurred line of sight from a distance, the grandfather and grandson are like torches, one by one sneaky and filthy shadows wandering in the darkness like a pack of wolves, ready to pounce on them at any time.

Walking and walking through an ice crevice valley...

The cracked ice valley is several feet wide, and it even has to pass through the ice cave.

The ice walls on both sides are very high.

Monsters cling to rock walls like spiders.

The old man took a deep breath, took out a big knife like a oar, his momentum instantly increased, his eyes were sharp and full of killing intent, he dragged the big knife with one hand and continued to move forward, his eyes swept across the monsters in the dark, and the little boy on his back retracted into the cape , leaning tightly on the mountain-like thick arms.

"What the **** is this place... how can I get out... ugh."

Who wants to venture deep into the Jedi as a last resort.

Darkness, endless darkness.

After walking for more than a year, he still hasn't gone out, and he can't even see a living thing.

He knew that those black monsters were about to start again, and they could not be killed or killed.

Finally, the monster can't stand it anymore...

The old man growled.

"kill!"

The knife gas left different depths of scratches on the ice wall.

Run away, hack and kill.

Some monsters can be killed, some monsters will turn into black gas and then resurrected, some strong and some weak, if you are tired from fighting, you take out a jade bottle, but you have no choice but to swallow the few medicinal pills left, Ruodan pills. If you haven't walked out of this dark and cold world after using it, you really can't get out.

While escaping and fighting monsters, his face turned red, and the ice **** on his eyebrows and beards turned into water.

after a long time.

Tired and disordered, the old man ran with a big knife.

The long-term fighting resulted in serious injuries. He breathed violently in his throat and vomited blood foam, and his lungs were burning with pain. Every time he took a violent breath, he felt like he wanted to vomit.

He couldn't stop, he had to keep running.

"grandfather……"

"You don't have to worry about coughing... Grandpa is an immortal, very powerful..."

"Well, grandpa is the best. We can definitely go home. Grandma is still waiting for us at home."

"Cough cough yes, wait until we get home..."

The cloak was broken and the old man tied himself and his grandson tightly with cloth strips. The grandson was not an immortal, but an ordinary grandson with a mortal body would freeze to death if he left him. If he persisted for a while, he might be able to leave this place immediately. dark world.

run away, run away.

Foul monsters are everywhere, gathering more and more.

"Wa'er, cough... If Grandpa tells you to run, you keep running, don't stop, you can go back as long as you run fast."

"What about grandpa?"

"Grandpa is behind you, remember, then close your eyes and don't look at anything."

"Oh……"

Just when the old man was about to give up, he suddenly found that the monsters were behaving strangely.

The surrounding monsters have become rare, and they are not as crazy as before. Although they are still following behind, they are obviously afraid of their heads and tails. They seem to be afraid of something. The old man suddenly has a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, there is a problem...

The little boy in the cape was trembling all over, and the old man could also feel the fear that went straight to the depths of his soul...

There must be danger!

But if you step back and return to the monster pile, you will surely die.

Continuing to move forward, there may be a chance of survival. After thinking about it, I can only bite the bullet and move forward, but the old man obviously underestimated the horror of that inexplicable terrifying power.

The black pressure monster followed behind, the old man coughed blood and gritted his teeth, moving forward step by step.

The long knife dragged in his hand rubbed against the ice crystals, making a creaking sound...

The further forward, the heavier the power.

The ancient breath, the power reaches the depths of the soul.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed out a mouthful of blood, looked back, and found that there were still monsters who didn't give up.

The two sides looked at each other at a distance of half a mile. At this time, the terrifying sense of fear was pressing the body to be unable to straighten up, as if there was a heavy burden on the shoulders, and the injury was even more difficult to recover.

"Look Grandpa!"

The old man looked forward and saw a light in the distance.

He sighed helplessly, his injury was so serious that his vision was not as good as that of an ordinary mortal's grandson.

When people wandering in the sea see the land, they will try their best to swim over, and the imprints they walk with a long knife behind them are quickly covered by the wind and snow...

Finally, the monsters stopped moving forward.

far away.

When the old man saw three words on the tall ancient archway, he narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully. When he saw it clearly, he was scared to death.

"North... Beitianmen?"

The pale hair is scattered and haggard, and the three words Beitianmen seem to have suffered a heavy blow on the chest. Legend has it that outside Beitianmen is a desperate dark and cold place, and it is difficult for gods, demons and ghosts to pass through.

The candle light flickered and did not go out, bringing a little light, and the old man and grandson also noticed the huge figure outside the door.

With four claws on the ground, he raised his head high.

Dragon title candlelight.

The huge body stands in the snow outside Tianmen, half-covered by ice and snow.

"It turned out to be Longwei...cough...no wonder..."

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Longwei was so strong that the old man couldn't support it and knelt down softly. He grabbed the sharp ice edge with both hands and climbed forward. He wanted to climb up to the giant dragon sculpture, but was blocked by an invisible wall. Longwei was completely unable to stand up.

Sudden!

The monsters gathered in the distance were dismembered by the wind and snow! Destroyed in an instant!

The voice was deafening.

"Heaven's Gate is important, do not enter without authorization."

The sculptural dragon with four claws on the ground did not move at all, only a thought, and even Longwei deliberately restrained, otherwise the old man and his grandson would have been killed by Longwei.

"Shenlong! Save us..."

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