New White Snake Asking Immortals

? Before you know it, it's New Year's Eve again.

The streets were full of cheers and laughter. The sticky bean bag business was booming. Children put on new clothes and ran around with colorful windmills in their hands. The sudden rain this year gave everyone food to live a good year. Compared with previous years, there are many changes in the silk year, and even customs have changed.

In the past, lion dances were common during the Chinese New Year, and the golden lion danced wildly with gongs and drums, but this year has changed.

The lively streets, the long white dragons are tumbling or scurrying, the lion dance is changed to a dragon dance, and it is also the most familiar raining white dragon. At its peak, good men and women and various squires came to pray for the blessing of Bailong.

No one knew that the person they were worshipping was by his side, wearing a red jacket with a pair of fronts, tied with a red headband, and drooling happily as he stared at the rich tribute.

The annual meeting continues.

Suddenly there was a little confusion, and all the tributes in the Dragon King Temple were gone...

"The tribute is gone!"

In the alley, a certain Jiao licked his little red lips, his eyes curved and smiling.

On New Year's Eve, the sun sets and night falls. In the winter, the snow-covered town is full of red lights. The sound of firecrackers is heard from time to time, and the air is filled with the smell of food.

Every household has the word "Holy God of the Door" posted on it, and the red couplet is eye-catching.

On the ridge of the city gate tower, Bai Yujun wears thick winter clothes and sits on the roof to watch how human beings celebrate the New Year. The city gate tower is tall and can be seen far away. Facing the small town full of red lights, behind it is a dark field, and the roof is thick with snow in the moonlight. The bottom became white, there was no wind at night, and it didn't feel very cold.

He rubbed his little hands together and exhaled, exhaling some hot air with sparks to make his palms warmer.

In the city gate tower, the guards hang up the lanterns with poles, and drink a few sips of wine and water to warm themselves up between work.

"Come to me a little~Okay~"

The lanterns are hung up, embellishing the atmosphere of New Year's Eve.

"Let's go, let's go home for the New Year, no one will come at night."

A group of soldiers walked towards the city laughing and joking, and a single figure returned to their small courtyard. The shadows of the family were reflected in the paper windows, and bursts of laughter were heard. The chimneys of households smoked, and the flames baked to dispel the cold and bring warmth.

The small figure on the roof of the city gate shrank, tightening the cotton-padded jacket as much as possible to keep warm.

The blue night sky is full of stars and candles, and the full moon shines brightly.

"It's New Year's Eve, alas..."

With a sigh, he said that he was completely confused. Time flies and is worthless. After the new year, he is one year older. Is it five hundred and one or five hundred and two years old? The road of cultivation is long and lonely, and I don’t know where the flowers will fall. How did others live?

"I heard that Nian is a kind of monster. I want to use firecrackers to scare it away. I don't know if I can see the legendary Nian."

I took out the preserved fruit from my small pocket and stuffed it into my mouth. The thick sugar can keep my body temperature up. After all, it’s New Year’s Eve, so I can’t lick the salt cubes on New Year’s Eve.

Continue to pull out three or four small pockets.

The homemade sugar-fried chestnuts, sticky bean buns, and other sugar-caked bacon are heated by spouting hot air before eating, which is helpful for exercising fire-breathing skills and mastering the heat.

"Time is so fast, and longevity is so good."

The thick white snow on the roof is like a dream under the blue night sky, like a fairy tale world.

Firecrackers are set off in the alleys. You can't see the firecrackers, but you can only see the brightly lit walls. The theater is still singing, and many places are steaming. Wake up, eat and play again alive and well.

There are no fireworks, anyway, this remote Northland town won't have that kind of thing.

He picked up the pottery pot and put some snow on the roof, coughed twice and spit out the flame to melt the snow and boiled it, poured in the white dumplings bought during the day, the dumplings were bubbling up and down in the water, and the fire was carefully controlled to cook. dumpling.

"New Year's Eve..."

Picking up the dumplings with chopsticks and eating them into my mouth, it was a little hot. I kept inhaling and grinning. It was weird to say that I could breathe fire in my mouth, but sometimes I still couldn't stand the hot food. It was probably a psychological effect.

I ate the dumplings one bite at a time, and also ate a copper coin that I had wrapped in it.

"Good luck in the new year, you will make a fortune~"

The lively world, illuminating the thin and small figure on the high roof ridge, and celebrating the New Year in its own small way...

...

first year.

Bai Yujun flew to Shenhua Mountain quickly, and just suddenly received a letter from Master asking him to go back, saying that there was a major event, just thinking about going back to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of the new year, and I don't know what could happen to Shenhua Mountain, it doesn't feel like a bad thing .

Along the way, I met many fellow students Yujian flew back to Huashan, and many disciples and elders who had traveled abroad received news.

Teaming up with partners, more than a dozen escaping lights swept across the sky together...

The inquiries learned that, except for the elders and disciples who were besieged in the ancient battlefield, all returned to the mountain. The specific situation was unclear. Some brothers and sisters contacted the same sect on the mountain and asked three questions. Even the disciples on the mountain did not know what happened. It's a big thing, a good thing, and it's rarely wrong about intuition.

Streams of light flew towards Shenhua Mountain, falling halfway down the mountain and heading straight to the mountain gate.

On the first day of the new year, many of the same people returned to the mountain. The Chunyang Palace was very lively. People who knew each other said hello to each other and felt the atmosphere of the new year. Bai Yujun changed into a Taoist robe and went up the mountain. Ask about some practice.

Before returning to the Qingxu Palace, Gu Cangyu, the head of the Jinxu Lineage Peak, suddenly announced loudly that all the disciples who were guarding the mountain should go to the Sword Peak!

Immediately, those who can fly or ride the sword or walk in the air go straight to Lunjian Peak, while in the Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment periods, they use light energy to rush their way quickly, and the silhouettes of people in the sky are extremely spectacular.

An older classmate beamed with joy, apparently guessing what was about to happen.

"Dabai~here~!"

Xu Ling greeted her from a distance. She was with Yang Mu and Iron Ball. Bai Yujun moved closer, and Iron Ball quickly stepped forward and looked at the boss with a smile.

Happy New Year to each other.

"Happy New Year, brother and sister, what happened on the mountain? We have gathered so many disciples all the way to come back."

"I don't know~"

"..."

Bai Yujun really wanted to throw her back with a tail. She was half asleep and half awake all day long and asked three questions. She didn't know as much as she did, and she really doubted whether she had sneaked down the mountain.

The three brothers and sisters stood together, Bai Yujun looked the youngest, and the monsters were different from people. In this respect, a certain Jiaojiao was still very proud~www.wuxiamtl.com~ has a long life and will not die for a while.

Yang Mushen is smiling, and now this kid is quite a master.

"I know."

"What's the matter~"

"I'm not going to say, what, are you very depressed? Hahaha~"

"..."

What's up with this old boy today? Did something good happen recently?

"What happened to Brother Yang?"

"I don't know~"

"..."

Forget it, sometimes you can't count on Xu Ling, she is confused and unreliable, God knows how she has cultivated to the point where she is now, thank the human race for not being transformed into a calamity. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "New White Snake Asking Immortals", follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat, chat about life, and find confidants~