New White Snake Asking Immortals

Small ball world.

Mu and Xi sat on Bai Yujun's shoulders, holding the dragon's horns in their hands, and their eyes widened.

On the opposite side, the Phoenix Divine Bird, who was already several meters long, tilted its head curiously, with big eyes and small eyes. Mu suspected that Phoenix's habit of tilting its head was learned from a certain dragon.

"Bai, what do you use to feed Phoenix?"

Hearing this, Bai Yujun pondered for a while, then broke his fingers to check.

"In the beginning, I asked the fourth female officer to catch earthworms and loach, but the little phoenix refused to eat it, and planted rice, but still refused to eat it. It is rumored that the phoenix will not eat unless it is practiced, and it will not drink unless it is Liquan. Call, try countless methods, and finally ask the tree demon to help cultivate various fruits."

Spread hands.

"Later I found out that Little Phoenix actually has a wide range of recipes, and Lingguo Mountain Spring also eats fire, which is really difficult to raise."

A white has tried many breeding methods.

Free-range, captive, and exhausted in order to prevent the phoenix from going extinct.

Mu rubbed his little head.

She also didn't understand why a certain Bai could pick up a phoenix cub. It was quite unusual to turn a dragon into a dragon. Now that she created a world by herself, she created a phoenix.

The little phoenix was playful, turned around proudly and flew to the volcano to play.

Xi curiously looked at the little phoenix.

"Strange, why doesn't the little guy change into a human form? It should be easy for him, right?"

In fact, the transformation of the divine beast into a phoenix is ​​very easy.

Mu did not find it strange.

"In the eyes of many creatures, their own body shape is the most comfortable, and it is difficult to bear the human shape."

A certain Bai nodded in agreement. However, due to the limitations of the surrounding environment, if his body is too large, it may cause disasters if he moves casually. Snakes, after sleeping for a long time, become mountains.

Fly back to the shrine with Mu and Xi to appreciate your masterpiece.

The floating mountain was picked up, and the gold pearls and jade were earned from trading. Of course, there were some loot.

The towering shrine is continuous with pavilions, and Xian'e Xianguan is busy.

Those immortal officials who had defected to Heaven before were very motivated, so the team had no problem in managing the world of small broken balls, and the world became more and more prosperous.

As expected, he was very insightful and very successful. Now every river, every mountain and every spring is well managed.

In the hall that is more majestic than the Heavenly Court Lingxiao Palace.

The high dragon chair.

Mu sighed, speechlessly looking at a white dragon lying lazily on the dragon chair.

"Life is not... Longsheng is diligent, what can you gain without seeking? The proficiency in diligence and the waste in play, the success in thinking and the destruction in obedience, so the shrine is actually regarded as a bedroom by you?"

Bai Yujun's cricket pupae changed to a comfortable sleeping position twice.

"I purposely made the dragon chair very large and soft. You see, it is very comfortable to eat while reclining."

Xi was eager to try and wanted to go up and lie down, but Mu glared at him and had to give up.

The little figure sighed.

Forget it, take your time, since you are in the mood to build a majestic shrine, it means that you have not fallen to the point of hopelessness.

"Bai, the sky is the responsibility of Si Long, how can you be lazy, and you still have more important things to do, there is still a long way to go..."

When it comes to the end, the voice is getting smaller and smaller.

Maybe Mu Tai was persistent, or maybe he was talking to himself.

Bai Yujun feels that today's Mu is a bit mother-in-law, but she feels very comfortable. It's really good to be talked about, and it's rare to feel cared about.

...

The prehistoric world, the ancient road of wild grass.

The long-faced strong man has a gray head and a sullen face.

The hair is disheveled, the beard is shaggy, and the boots are muddy, but the texture is extraordinary When should it go.

Passing by the ruins of towns and villages, he stood stiffly, looking at the grass growing on the beam with a dead face.

I saw the collapse of the earth temple outside the town.

Passing by the bandit cottage, I saw the demons and monsters occupy the mountain as kings, and the practitioners killed each other and fought each other, completely turning a blind eye to the infiltration of the monsters.

click...

The sound under his feet made the long-faced strong man stiff, a very familiar voice.

Bowing his head, a piece of dead bone on the ground was smashed to pieces, and the skeleton stared at him with empty eyes as if to say something silently.

Dazed for a moment, he ran away...

Looking back on all the things I thought were right in the past, and finally became the executioner, what is the use of repentance, the sin is too deep, all the words seem extremely pale, and I can only choose to escape, but I don’t know where to flee.

After running for a long time, I met an old monk.

With a puzzled face, he watched the old monk dig pits, bury the corpses, bury people and beasts in the ground, recite scriptures, and repeat with a snake demon and a weird little monk, which he couldn't understand.

Basilisk boy hissed a warning.

"His~!"

With the ring head sword in hand, knowing that he is no match, he will not retreat, and he will be a guardian spirit beast with due diligence.

Old Huixian patted the snake demon boy on the shoulder, indicating that it is okay.

"Good, if there is nothing wrong with the benefactor, can you and the poor monk let the deceased go to the ground for peace?"

"I'm good."

Just when he was about to use the spell, he chose to give up after a moment of silence. He bent down and dug out the soil pits with his hands. Then the old monk gathered the bones and put them in, and sprinkled the soil. Occasionally, monks passing by and jeering didn't care, bowing their heads and burying the dead bones seriously.

Suddenly, the long-faced strong man found it was rare to find peace in his heart.

Digging a pit for burial is even harder.

sunset afterglow...

The old monk gave the long-faced a piece of coarse grain cake~www.wuxiamtl.com~ to do evening lessons for the snake demon and the little monk by the bonfire. The long-faced strong man once again ate the coarse grain cake after countless years. Delicious food, but it is especially delicious in the mouth at the moment.

In the early morning of the next day, continue to dig pits for burial, repeating boring actions.

half year later.

Old Huixian was very tired and decided to go back to Zhuquan Temple to rest.

The long-faced strong man suddenly knelt down in front of Old Huixian, his forehead hitting the ground hard.

"Master, I am guilty, please save me..."

Xiao Shitou looked at his unshaven face, carefully covered his purse, always remembered the sayings of Boss Bai, and he must hold his purse tightly when going out.

Old Huixian sighed.

"Good, come with the poor monk."

As a result, behind the Zhuquan Temple trio, there was a tall and despondent figure.

Back in the town, I bought some rice, noodles and grains, and walked into the bamboo forest with my shoulders on my back. The bamboo forest was quiet and only the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves.

The door of the temple rang loudly.

The long face felt the threat from the monkey whose ear clipped the pen and played the ink bucket line. It was very strong!

The monkey who was repairing the door raised his head, looked at the long face and showed his fangs. The long-faced strong man who had just arrived did not expect that in addition to the old monks, there were also terrifying demon monkeys in Xiaozhuquan Temple. It was a very mysterious place, but I had never heard of it before.

Entering the door, I saw the pangolin monster frowning at the antiquities, there was a green snake monster studying ancient paintings in the room, and there was a bug that smelled of wine.

I paid my respects to the old Huixian again.

"Ask the master for guidance."

Old Huixian took a bamboo broom and pointed to the door.

"Since you are here, do something, clean the fallen leaves on the stone path down the mountain, when you are clean and when to rest, when the clock strikes in the morning and evening, why don't the clock chime and come back to the poor monk, if you can't do it, you can leave by yourself."

Since then, every day, the mountain road and stone path have been cleaned, and the bells echoed in the bamboo forest in the morning and evening...