New White Snake Asking Immortals

The prehistoric world.

A poor and dilapidated small village, a stone temple on the top of a low mountain, clear sky and no wind, three rough-made incense sticks burning slowly, and the green smoke condensed into clouds in front of the temple. Feng Ying sat cross-legged in front of the temple, holding hands full of rust. The straight knife quietly comprehended and practiced.

It has been a long time since I stayed in the village, and I spend every day in the shadow of swords, lights and swords.

The surrounding mountains are covered with a layer of green, who knows that a fire has turned into pits and pits, and the mountains are covered with black war scars. Fortunately, the frequent rainfall brings vitality, and the villagers ventured to gather edible wild vegetables to barely eat. I had to take the risk to go out to reclaim and cultivate. Before going out, I went to the Dragon Temple to pray for blessings as usual. I don't know if it is really effective or just lucky. The farming process was not implicated by the flames of war.

Although Feng Ying and Yu are practitioners, they do not pretend to be superior to others. They helped the village several times to repel the wandering demons and beasts, and drove away the thieves who came to rob the house, and quickly won the respect of the villagers.

The sound of footsteps gradually increased, and Feng Ying opened her eyes after taking a long breath.

A lively young man ran up the winding path. His short hair looked like a magpie's nest. The clothes he took from the corpse were changed into a gown. His bulging arms were reddened by the sun. The underpants and calves are like the naughty children in the village. The old scars have not healed and new wounds have been added.

The young man's originally thin body has been rejuvenated by the elixir, and he has to receive the paper umbrella spirit to teach him to practice every day. His cultivation base has improved rapidly and he only needs experience and experience.

"Miss Ying, look what I got."

He took out the storage bag from his arms, and poured out a pile of messy things with the mouth facing down.

A few boxes of canned meat for the Snake Demon Army's rations, a few well-made crossbow arrows with obvious signs of wear and tear, a jade bottle containing pills, and other materials for refining alchemy and elixir, all treasures from the battlefield .

Feng Ying knew that this kid went to touch the corpse again last night.

Ever since I moved into the village, I found out that there is a genius in the village, and he is lucky to buy good things from the sales girl. Feng Ying guessed that the sales girl definitely depends on the people who order the food, and only very few very special people are lucky to shop. The future of the little boy is bound to be extraordinary.

It seems that there is a famous teacher who guides the practice at an extremely fast speed, and is good at hiding his cultivation. He can hide it from the villagers but not from Feng Ying and Yu.

Because of the attention of the sales girl, Feng Ying and Yu didn't plan to delve into it.

In his spare time, he talked about what he saw and heard along the way, and the little boy often came to listen to the stories.

The little boy pried open the can and put it in front of the temple, kowtowed three times, took off the previously placed animal meat and tore it in half, keeping half for himself and the other for Feng Ying.

"An iron bird fell down from the mountain last night. After searching for a long time, I found these in the mud. Everything else was burned."

After Feng Ying received the animal meat, the boy sat on the ground and gnawed on the meat.

Feng Ying knew that it was dangerous outside, and she also knew that this kid couldn't be persuaded. She wanted to stop him from going out to collect supplies, but was dismissed by Yu's words. She said that this is the only way for a little boy to grow up, and he can't help but experience it once. It is fate, and how can he change the boy's life even if he cannot escape from fate.

Feng Ying sighed silently as he looked at the gobbling young man. It would be difficult for him to have such a peaceful life in the future. In the future, the wind and rain and fireworks will urge him to work hard and grow rapidly until the day when he completes his mission in a long, long time.

It seems to be magnificent and magnificent, but it is actually manipulated by an invisible big hand, burning him alone to save more lives...

Because whenever there is a crisis, someone always comes forward.

He is also that person.

The dry and hard animal meat was eaten into his mouth, he chewed hard and swallowed hard, his cheeks were sore from exhaustion, and the strong earthy smell filled his nostrils.

The boy raised his head and smiled happily, Feng Ying followed suit.

Rain somersaults and jumps to the top of the hill.

"It's a truce! It's a truce! The Holy Dynasty and the Snake Demon Army have withdrawn their troops. The **** war is over."

Hearing this, Feng Ying's eyes were blank for a moment, and then she stood up with great joy, looking around and the distant mountains, but did not see the light of magic spells and swords, and the warships with long tail marks passing by at low altitude and high above the clouds, snakes The demon army shrunk its line of defense in the direction of Yunling, and the flying boats of the Holy Dynasty also withdrew from the battlefield, and the two sides passed each other in peace.

On the low rocky hill in the village, the three stood in front of the stone temple and looked up at the sky.

Large white clouds in the sky are like cotton wool, and occasionally through the gaps in the clouds, groups of black spots can be seen flying across the blue sky.

Feng Ying looked at Yunling thoughtfully.

"Yu, do you feel that the mountains, rivers and land have changed and become normal?"

"It seems to be true from what you said. Could it be that the war ended because of this? It seems that there are many things we don't know."

"How can things between the big forces be explained clearly in a few words."

"That's right, the less we two little people know, the better. Now that the war has ceased, we should be on our way."

Yu turned his head and glanced at the distant Tianzhu Peak. After walking for so many years, he still couldn't see Tianzhu Peak getting bigger. Who is it, what is the last name, where does the family live, and the feeling of drifting with the crowd without a sense of belonging is uncomfortable.

If you don't die on the road and complete your hidden mission, you must figure out your own origin in the future.

Feng Ying raised the rusty straight knife wrapped in rags, recalling the flames of war in the fishing village and what he had heard and seen along the way, he became more determined to move on.

The boy scratches his head.

"Are the two sisters leaving?"

Feng Ying smiled and reached out to touch the boy's head.

"I've lived in the village for a long time and it's time to leave. Remember the rivers and lakes stories I told you. Be careful when you go out in the future. No matter what you do, don't hesitate. In addition, you must never forget this poor and broken village. Village, always remember you now, if you forget your original intention and lose your direction, think about the village and you as a teenager."

The boy couldn't understand what he said, so he nodded vigorously, trying to remember Feng Ying's words.

Yu bent over and was busy digging through the tatters to find usable crossbow arrows, without raising his head.

"Little boy, remember what your sister Ying said, and don't go astray."

The young boy snorted angrily and looked back at Yu.

"I'm not a brat! I've memorized everything! I'll fight off the bad guys and protect the village in the future!"

The boy protested loudly and showed his stubbornness.

Yu picked up a crossbow arrow to check whether it was straight before her eyes, and nodded in earnest.

"Well, yes, yes, the little kid is right."

"..."

The sudden continuation must have confused the little boy. Although he said three things correctly, he always felt that something was wrong.

Feng Ying couldn't laugh or cry.

Throwing a crossbow bolt to Yu to make her stay out of trouble, squatting down to face the little boy.

"I believe in you. You are a good boy, brave and strong. In the future, you may become a village head respected by the villagers and able to protect the villagers and the farmland."

Encouragement and praise made the young boy blush and scratch his head. Becoming the village chief was the best compliment in his heart, and it was his recognition.

Yu packed up the crossbow arrows, leaned on the stone temple with the long crossbow in his arms, took out some kind of juicy and slightly sweet grass roots from his pocket, and chewed slowly, watching Feng Ying encourage the little boy with a smile. Now Feng Ying is like an adult, and Yu has An inexplicable relief, like an old father who cared for his children to find that their children have finally grown up.

The young boy thought for a while and asked.

"By the way, when are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning, the sooner the better, because the war has been delayed for many days."

"oh…"

The boy gave a dull answer and stopped talking, thinking about things while eating the dry and hard meat.

Feng Ying smiled, worshiped the dragon statue with Yu, and went down the mountain to the temporary house to pack his luggage. The young boy secretly left the village and went into the grass. Looking at the wilderness outside the village wall from the stone temple, the small figure in the green grass was running fast, Run to several battlefields billowing with black smoke.

Feng Ying and Yu tidied up the house carefully, rebuilt the roof with dried straw, and plastered the walls with yellow mud mixed with hay. The work was not completed until evening. The smell of mud and hay was a bit strong, but it could prevent rain and cold.

At night, the blue starry sky returned to tranquility, without the roar of war.

In the dark room, neither of them fell asleep. It would not be a problem for practitioners to miss a night of sleep, chatting about the past and the future without saying a word.

Feng Ying and Yu didn't know that there was a pair of eyes watching the poor village on the top of Yunling mountain in the distance.

The long body stretches across the rock, like a dragon but not a dragon. The eyes of the monstrous dragon pass through the night sky and the yellow mud stone wall. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The two figures of Feng Ying and Yu are reflected in the pupils. They stare for a long time before retracting their eyes. Breathlessly sneaked into the depths of the mountain and returned to the lair.

early morning.

The two said goodbye to the villagers, took their bags and walked out of the gate of the village, passing by the clear pond.

A small figure was running wildly in the grass in the distance.

"etc…"

The boy jumped and ran, covering a distance of several feet with each step. He was as dirty as a kitten, carrying a paper umbrella and holding a straight knife in joy.

Ran over the reclaimed farmland and crossed the canal, picked up the broken grass leaves, and Dengping crossed the water and ran across the pond to stop firmly.

Wiping the sweat on his cheeks with a wristband made of coarse cloth and hemp rope, he held up the storage bag covered in mud and sweat, grinned and said with a smile showing his white teeth.

"I touched some food for my two sisters to eat on the way. Time is too tight and there is only so much."

Yu Yu, with his arms folded on his chest and a foxtail in his mouth, smiled, and Feng Ying reached out to take the storage bag with a smile, and rubbed the boy's messy short hair vigorously.

"Okay, we accept it, don't be hungry, eat more to grow up."

"Can we meet again?"

"Maybe we'll see each other again, maybe a long, long time, if we're both alive then."

"You adults' words are always too difficult to understand..."

"It's better to be carefree, little kid. If you understand, it means that you are already an adult. Live well. I hope we can meet each other alive in the future. Let's just die."

"Sister Yu, I'm really not a brat, I'm already able to hunt alone."

"Yes, yes, goodbye, little brat."

Yu waved his hand without looking back, and walked away side by side with Feng Ying. In front of him was the Tianzhu Peak that went straight into the sky, and behind him by the grassy pond, the little boy was silent, holding a straight knife almost taller than himself in his left hand and waving his right hand until The two figures were no longer seen.