New White Snake Asking Immortals

"Squeak, why don't you plow the fields?"

The monkey squatted on the smooth stone on the ground, and put up a pergola in his hand to watch, wondering why the scattered immortals who were killed on the hillside in the distance did not do meaningful things.

He skillfully took out the dry tobacco stick that he had been panning for a long time from his lower back.

Stuffed the tobacco leaves and pressed it carefully with your fingers.

slap~

He lit the tobacco leaves on fire, took a sip, and looked at Chang Shi Xi... The monkey's Liang Tian smiled awkwardly, and the ugly face of Guguai looked even uglier.

"The harvest will be good, the fat will be good, and the crops will grow well."

Spit out a smoke ring, pick up the dirt between the toes, and consider whether to weave straw sandals.

Originally, those corpses were filled with resentment, especially immortal corpses, but the evil spirit accumulated by a certain monkey for countless years is even more terrifying. It will disperse the resentment after a little bit of exposure, and the wasteland will become a fertile field. After waiting for the mature harvest, there is no need to eat grass roots and branches. Unfortunately, Bai Mou. Dragons can't eat.

Papa pata smoking dry cigarettes, the sky above the head flying magic swords...

"Squeak, it's all good fertilizer, the monster horn can be changed to a plough stick, and there are leftovers."

I squatted on the ground to watch the excitement, and unknowingly finished smoking.

Knock the soles of your feet twice, and stop your lower back again.

Pick up the iron bar...

As a result, half an acre of land was reclaimed, and new ploughs that were sturdy and durable were obtained.

The monkey's eyes can see clearly, countless immortals and monsters are fighting to life and death for various benefits and resources, robbing mortals to mine as coolies, robbing mines and cultivation treasures, each immortal realm is calculating with each other to compete for cultivation resources, step by step weak, for fear of falling behind to people.

There was a lot of trouble, and in the end, it was these ordinary creatures who were regarded as ants in the mortal world who suffered and suffered. Look at the forest, the birds were still singing and the mist was rising in the early morning, but now they are devastated.

"Squeak, sin..."

time flies.

A certain monkey worked diligently in farming, and the grain fields were harvested.

The big monster with hunched back and round legs harvested the food he cultivated for the first time, crushed it into powder with his claws, made a pot of food, and felt a sense of breakthrough, just a little bit.

Since it's almost there, it's better to continue farming.

slowly.

There are more mud-walled thatched huts next to the fields, a fenced courtyard, a water well in the courtyard, and a peach tree beside the well.

Year after year, spring and autumn harvest.

As a certain white dragon said at the time, to restrain irritability and escape, to do things seriously, to be both wild and peaceful, like an ordinary ordinary old farmer, collecting fertilizer to take care of the seedlings, squatting on the ground and smoking a dry tobacco pole looking at the farmland with a smirk .

After many years, perhaps the forces of the Immortal Realm need to rest and recuperate, gradually calm down, calm before the storm.

Mortals began to colonize around the monkeys.

Cultivate the wasteland and build houses, from the original household to a small village.

Monkeys like to squat at the gate of the courtyard to sell dumb.

At first, a couple came to settle down with their children, and the monkey kindly helped to cut the wood and build the house. Maybe these years have seen more ghosts and monsters, but the couple and the family were not afraid. joy.

The monkey eye witnessed the construction of houses one after another, the wasteland with more paths, and the cultivated land gradually increased.

Over the years, the vegetation on the hillside has returned to its original state, and the village has been in good weather, completely changing into a different look.

Only the gray-haired monkey on the rock remained unchanged.

The villagers are accustomed to monkeys, and because there were demon monkeys living there first, they named the village very down-to-earth and called it 'Monkey Village'.

Harvest season, the time has come, and the breakthrough is just around the corner.

"Squeak, is that so..."

The monkey eye looked at the familiar hillside woods.

Close your eyes and feel the wind blowing through the green valley forest, blowing down from the hillside, listening to the ethereal light breeze far away, the monkey hair moving slightly with the wind, as if ripples in the wind to the fields.

Familiar farmland and villages, familiar mountain winds.

Lived quietly for many years.

Before leaving the village, I heard from the villagers that the dirt road can go to many places.

Climb over mountains step by step, go to markets, visit relatives, and dirt roads connect families to villages and towns, weaving a big net.

Years of ordinary spring farming and autumn harvest.

The monkey knows that the autumn harvest season is coming when the rice bows its head down, and the grain can be cooked and eaten.

Sow, grow, reap, and grow...

Crouching on the ground to watch the heavy harvest of grain, listening to the wind, listening to the rustling of the rice bumping and rubbing, smelling the fragrance of the rice fields, and hearing nothing more, even the monkey tail has become well-behaved and quiet.

In the distance, the villagers laughed and harvested, and the harvest was heavy with joy.

The monkey's eyes were fixed on the ears of rice.

Gently, a grain of rice fell off. In the eyes of the monkey, time seemed to slow down, and the grain of rice slowly rolled and fell...

Land, bounce twice and stand still...

The breeze gently blew the gray hair, and the dull ugly face became more and more happy. There was no fairy music or vision to show the improvement of the realm. Realm, feeling some kind of meaning.

"Squeaky~ I understand! I understand!"

The villagers stopped their farm work and straightened up to watch the grey monkeys in the village jump and do somersaults.

For many years, it was the first time I heard the demon monkey talk, and it was the first time I saw it so excited.

"Squeak~ That's what it is!"

"I'm going too~!"

Bend down, bend your legs and kick hard, and do somersaults happily, like a sharp arrow flying into the sky, in a blink of an eye.

...

Still in that dress.

The monkey continues to wander in search of new insights.

The short-lived tranquility in each immortal realm restores a little vitality to the mortal world, at least for a few years. The monkeys wander around in search of another breakthrough, an iron rod, a dry tobacco rod and a ripped straw hat and coarse cloth coat, sometimes rubbing their faces and turning into children, also Will be rubbed into a short old man.

A lot has been done in just a few years.

For example, he worked in the coffin shop and went to the mass graves to dig graves. He held vigils at night, and he was even deliberately put into a cell and squatted in prison every day, until one day he found a special job and ferryed him from the Dahe Ferry.

A large river, with deep water and wide waves, is infested by water monsters and dangerous.

The two sides of the big rivers in the fairyland are like separate worlds, and the little gods and little immortals can't get through, let alone the practitioners and demons with low power of speech.

The monkey builds a ferry with excellent carpentry skills.

Carry wooden stakes and nail them into the river beach, and build piers at suitable locations on both sides of the river.

Put up a tall pole with a broken flag and a big cross written on it, become a ferry monkey, and seek the elusive way...

In addition to his own vicious beast ability ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the dragon scales given by Bai Bai are the key. With dragon scales, all rivers, lakes and seas can get them.

Wooden boats can be big or small. The big boat can take more than ten people, and the small boat is just a lonely boat.

someday.

The morning light and cool fog are born.

Wear a straw hat and a leopard, and fish on the edge of the pier.

babble...

Grab the wine jar and pour it boldly.

A jar of wine, a monkey fishing a river and autumn, waiting for business to come.

There is no wind today, the morning fog wets the monkey's hair, the grass and leaves on the roadside condense dewdrops, the river surface seems to be boiling with boiling water, and the fog rises.

Ferry, get others to ferry themselves...

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