New White Snake Asking Immortals

"Old Huixian, what are you doing?"

Bai Yujun saw that old Huixian was packing his bags, broken bamboo poles, straw hats, and straw sandals, full of patches of old coarse cloth monks' clothes, old wooden fish that had been lustrous and shiny for many years, small stones arranging the bookcases to pack some sundries, and the snake demon boy silently wiping the head of the ring Knife, a pair of long-distance appearance.

The basilisk boy stood up to pay his respects, and Little Rock was overjoyed.

"Boss Bai is here~! I haven't seen you for many years, and Brother Monkey said that if he doesn't come, he will find you."

Bai Bai smiled when he heard the words.

The monkey is quite loyal, but the monkey mouth is too poisonous...

The kind-hearted and kind-hearted old Huixian smiled awkwardly, put away the shabby wooden bowl with a gap, and shrank the rough and hairy big toe that was exposed on the outside of the straw sandals. No one can do without face. It is human nature. Open-mindedness has fallen by the wayside.

"Good, don't you remember the fragrance of Bamboo Spring's rough tea?"

"Of course I remember. I didn't just wake up and beg for some tea, why? Going out to earn money?"

"Uh……"

Thinking of making money to build a temple, the old face is embarrassed.

Since the carpenter monkey came to Zhuquan Temple, he has saved four places for alms, and only eat grass with good skills.

"The poor monk wants to go down the mountain for a walk. Of course, it is better to make money."

"Look at the whole thing, delaying the master's practice, it's too coincidental, I'm embarrassed."

A certain white face is notoriously thick-skinned, and he is not a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, make a pot of tea and go."

The little stone jumped up and down with a bucket to fetch water.

Huixian took out a bamboo tube from the house. The bamboo tube was full of tea leaves.

Bai Yujun has a long-sleeved plain skirt, her black hair is loose, sitting on a stone bench and chatting with old Huixian, she feels very comfortable.

The snake demon boy earnestly made a fire, boiled water and made tea with a small stone, the monkey came over with a wine jar stained with fresh soil and sat together, squatted on the stone bench, drank a mouthful of old wine and nibbled a bamboo shoot, the monkey's tail was so happy, it made a certain dragon suspect Found a new meaning.

"Brother Monkey, your taste has changed?"

"Squeak, I saw black and white silly bears eating bamboo shoots, so I followed them."

"That's a panda..."

The monkey scratched his head in confusion, as if he had encountered some kind of incomprehensible and esoteric problem.

"Squeak? You said it was a cat?"

After listening to a certain Bai's words, the monkey directly entered a state of confusion, seriously thinking about whether the fool was a panda or a cat, and turned on the mode of anti-sky enlightenment. Bai Yujun was amazed and decided to reflect on himself three times a day. Comprehension is not as good as monkeys, be ashamed.

After taking two sips of old wine, he turned his head and forgot about Sanxing I.

"Where are the iron **** and Qingling, have they been down the mountain for a long time?"

"Good, it's been several years since the Iron Ball donor and the Qingling donor went down the mountain to save the souls of the ancient tombs. That... Excuse me, Bai donor, the poor monk thinks you are getting more and more dazzling, why is this?"

The corners of Bai Yujun's mouth twitched, the ghost's supernatural soul, I'm afraid it will be wiped out.

As for the dazzling, why didn't I find it.

"It may be that the cultivation base is improving too fast, alas, worrying..."

Others dream of going faster, but Bai is the opposite. Even if the progression is super slow, he still thinks hard every day on how to slow down and try his best to consolidate the foundation. He is afraid that the speed is the same as that of ordinary practitioners.

The pot of water boiled.

The tea leaves are brewed in boiling water, and the fragrance is soothing.

Take a sip.

Listening to the rustling of the bamboo forest in the breeze, smelling the fragrance of the mountains and fields, you are in no contest with the world.

It's just weird to drink tea after drinking.

"Master went down the mountain really to make money?"

Hearing this, the old Huixian sighed bitterly, his rough and thin old face even more compassionate.

"For the past three years, the poor monk has frequently seen the sky turning blood red, and often heard the wailing of resentful souls. The monks always do something out of compassion. This time, they went down the mountain to save the grief-stricken souls."

Bai Yujun shook his head.

"The heaven has fallen, the demon world has invaded the evil cultivator, and there are even eight immortal realms fighting each other."

He paused and continued.

"The vastness of the fairyland may be boundless. The flames of war have affected all living beings. There are countless lives and countless deaths every moment. How much can you cross?"

"Good, how much can be crossed, how much can be crossed..."

Old Huixian is still the same old Huixian, doing it seriously is always better than talking about it.

Whenever there is grief all over the wild spirits, there are many people who speak loudly to calm the world and create a prosperous world.

In the end it was nothing but a dream.

As long as you are willing to do it, even if it starts with trivial things.

The world will have hope.

The monkey next to him paused to think, took a sip of wine, smelled the aroma of tea, took a sip of tea from the old bowl, then took a bite of the bamboo shoots, and suddenly frowned, eating the three flavors together always felt that something was not right...

The flames boiled the water and the lid shook.

The tea in the cup suddenly had a slightly bitter taste.

Looking down, watching the tea leaves float and sink, like a thorny fairy road.

Look up and see the tall green bamboo swaying, the deep blue sky between the tender greens, and the white clouds drifting away.

Bai Yujun pondered for a long time.

Fighting for hegemony is too far away. Actually, I am lazy by nature. I like to bask in the sun and sleep late. I fight and kill every day, but I don’t eat meat. joke.

Think about it.

The purpose is still to live, to live well, and to do meaningful things.

Carefully raise Qiuqiu when you have nothing to do, turn the little broken ball into a big world, and if possible, continue to evolve into a major world similar to the Great Wilderness, raise snakes, raise phoenixes, raise delicious food...

Head dazed.

Next to him, the monkey did not shy away from drinking freely in front of the old Huixian.

Lao Huixian cultivates himself, not others, and he knows how to let go of his state of mind indifferently.

Those who demand unreasonable demands of others all day long are evil.

The small stone squatted in front of the small stove and roasted chestnuts happily. The chestnuts were very fragrant when they were cooked. They were so full and hungry that the monkeys scrambled to eat them.

A certain white still looked up and drank tea at will, considering whether to eat a few abandoned small worlds.

In a trance.

A bamboo leaf drifts slowly...

He stretched out his slender jade fingers to gently catch it, and turned it over and over while pinching his fingers.

After thinking about it, he opened a small mouth to taste the taste.

Actually, it doesn't have any special scent.

Red lips pursed lightly, blowing a relaxing tune with green bamboo leaves, drifting far and far with the wind, clear tea, old wine, mottled moss and stone wall old house, and plain sound.

The monkey scratched his back.

"Bai~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Huh?"

"I trust you, remember to greet me when you fight."

"Okay, Brother Monkey is the God of War."

"Squeak~"

Friendship is very simple. Bai Yujun understands what the monkey said. The monkey knows that Bailong's friend wants to be quiet and the wind is endless. , Now that I have comprehended 3,000 ways, I can help.

Time always goes by quickly.

After drinking the tea, the charcoal fire of the small stove was extinguished and only fine smoke remained.

The spring water from the well in the bamboo forest is suitable for making tea, but the world lacks the time to drink tea.

Messy no comfort...

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