New White Snake Asking Immortals

The white fog floats in the air, and the rain is thin and clear.

The rain was still pattering, and Zhuo Feng respectfully sent Bai Yujun to the Shili Pavilion outside the city. He had great respect for this legendary senior sister, and made the monks in the station deeply curious.

After only staying for one night and having to leave, Bai Yujun did not dare to be too public in the Central Plains.

This is really something that can't be helped. At the beginning, in order to protect Xing Zhangqi, he smashed the thunderclouds from the sky and killed an unknown number of people. A lot of monks died. Relatives hated a certain snake, of course, if they knew that the snake demon turned into Jiaojiao at the beginning, they might choose to forget about it.

The cultivator seldom perished after becoming a golden elixir. I never thought that a certain demon pill stage snake demon became a golden elixir killer. I don't know how many golden elixir cultivators have fallen miserably. That catastrophe directly caused some small sects to fail.

There is no need to say that everything is for the sake of human beings who have to get rid of demons. There is only one truth in the world, and that is the sharp sword in the hand.

Cold smoke fades grass Changting Road, drizzle is Xiaoxiao.

Zhuo Feng said goodbye.

"Senior Sister Bai, Feng Master Yu misses you very much. Go back and have a look. By the way, the pangolin iron ball has been living well with Sister Xu for many years. Those brothers and sisters in Lingxu think about feeding it with medicinal herbs. Jin Xu Senior brother taught it to forge, but it didn't learn anything and thought about digging holes in mountains."

Speaking of the iron ball, Zhuo Feng shook his head and was speechless. The fellows on the mountain took it as Senior Sister Bai to cultivate it, hoping to cultivate a legend again.

"Yeah, it's time to go back and have a look, it's been hundreds of years, alas..."

Folding his hands together in a bow, he turned around, put on his straw hat and walked into the rain screen.

Zhuo Feng stared at the white back for a long time and stood silently, bowing again...

Bai Jiao walked in the direction of Shenhua Mountain.

As for Chunyang Palace, Bai Yujun didn't know how to deal with it. For the sake of human beings in Nanyuan Lake and the Demon Gate, he fought to the death and treated the wounded to save people. In order to deal with the water monster, he fought underwater alone. However, he was convicted for killing someone who wanted to eat him, and he was even sent to the Demon Slaying Platform to sacrifice the Demon Slayer Sword.

Then he was used as a mascot to suppress the Qi of the Dragon Vein, and he was locked up for two hundred years.

If it wasn't for the master to accept him as his apprentice, I'm afraid it would be difficult to have the idea of ​​returning to Mount Huashan.

No longer calling for wind and rain, I walked all the way through the arid land towards Huashan.

Very tangled, before I flew to the sky and flew to Shenhua Mountain very quickly, but I didn't want to go back so quickly, I was hesitant, I had to go back and have a look anyway, after all, without Chunyang Palace, there would be no myself today.

"Oh...it's still as simple as 100,000 mountains."

In the end, it was time to fly quickly to Shenhua Mountain.

Reaching out and shrinking is still a knife, go back early, the big deal is to go down the mountain and continue to wander around the world, anyway, I have been used to wandering for so many years.

The streamer passed the mountains and rivers, passed the scorching sun and passed the white moonlight...

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Thousands of peaks Huashan, thousands of sorrows outside the wind and rain.

Flying to the foot of Mount Hua day and night, looking up, the ancient characters of Shenhua Mountain on the boulder are the same as those of the past, and the first time I left Shiwanda Mountain and came to Mount Hua, there were more vicissitudes. , Many young disciples with low cultivation bases soon after entering the mountain gate looked up at the steep mountain road of Mount Hua and mourned.

"It's been turned for hundreds of years, and finally it's turned back again."

Shaking his head, he put on a pure Yang Taoist robe, put on a jade crown, tied his blue silk long hair, and climbed the mountain in a calm manner.

What a taste of drifting dust, melancholy Siyi.

The mountain is still the same, the stream is gurgling and the waterfall is writing cloud waves. All the way up the mountain stream, the stone steps are beautiful and the clouds are accompanied by the pine. I think of a little snake spirit carrying a book box and a weapon down the mountain a few hundred years ago. Busy, very tired, but very relaxed , Eating waste Danle worry-free.

Those years were very simple and easy, no one cared about the little snake spirit, and they enjoyed themselves.

The clouds and mists are misty behind them, and the stone bridges are bent and fish are leaping at their feet. The young disciples go up and down the mountain in large and small bags. When they are tired, they call their friends to sit by the roadside and enjoy the beautiful scenery for half a day. The boys always try their best to attract those young female disciples. Pay attention and show your best side.

In the Banshan Pavilion, many pilgrims who went up the mountain rested and praised the writing on the cliff.

In Qingtan, there are young disciples sitting by the side of the lake to cultivate.

It's nice to be young. Although he is much safer since he became stronger, there are countless troubles that follow, and he was only the most heartless when he was in Shiwanda Mountain.

Step by step up the stone steps.

for a long time.

In front of the mountain gate, the disciple in charge of guarding the gate closed his eyes and did not move. Suddenly, he opened his eyes with a sense of feeling, and saw a stranger coming up from the mountain. Several people looked at each other and found that they did not know each other.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw in vain several seniors who were rarely seen in the sect.

Chu Zhe stood in front of the mountain gate, with Yang Mu Xuling and Li Xiangling beside him, all four of them were legendary figures of Chunyang Palace, and there was a shy little boy who was now gathered at the mountain gate and others, or waited for the dragon.

Stepping on the platform in front of the mountain gate, Bai Yujun stopped and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar people.

It's been a hundred years since the vicissitudes of life, and the past is vivid in my mind. Bai Yujun smiled, and her eyes were crescent-shaped, revealing her white teeth~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The smile was very sweet.

The four people on the opposite side also laughed, and the little boy jumped with joy, his forehead nails gleaming.

Chu Zhe smiled bitterly. Compared with many years ago, he was more stable. His face was a little sad, and his black hair was tied up. The difference was that there were two strands of white hair hanging down on his temples. The white hair has never slackened since taking over the line of Yuxu, too tired.

"Just come back."

The gatekeepers and the disciples passing by looked at the young and beautiful girl curiously, surprised by her beautiful face. I wonder when there was such a beauty in the sect. It is estimated that the Hundred Flowers Ranking will undergo a major adjustment recently...

Happily walked to the Qingxu Palace, Xu Ling was chatting, Yang Mu occasionally added a few words with a cold face, Li Xiangling stood beside Yang Mu and helped to add a few words from time to time, Chu Zhe just smiled and did not speak, the shy little boy followed Bai Yu Le's eyes beside Jun were bent into a slit, wandering past Laojun Palace to Taiji Square.

The Tai Chi Square is still lively, and the young disciples are hustling and drinking and trying to learn from each other.

Passing through Taiji Square, passing the dining room, and walking across the cliff stone bridge, this is the mountain road that has been traveled countless times. Every time you go to the dining room to eat, you have to pass by this road.

There are many koi in the pond under the bridge, and the number of koi that has not been eaten for many years has rebounded.

There are also many cranes, and the long legs and long mouth are too hard and taste bad, so they were barely considered a backup food back then.

Qingxu Palace.

The exquisite pavilion, the sky is wide and the clouds open, the cranes are flying, and the dense purple is alive.

On the edge of the cliff, the ancient pine that once wrapped around it was still there. Looking at the sea of ​​​​clouds as before, he walked into the familiar hall again. Bai Yujun first looked at the red lacquer pillars that used to be wrapped around and slept. It didn't change.

Take out fresh melons and fruits and set them up, light the fragrance and kowtow, add the incense, and the green smoke will go straight to the sky...