New White Snake Asking Immortals

Snake Valley White House.

The pheasant spirit stood on the wall and croaked hard to meet the rising red sun of the hundred thousand mountains.

Tieqiu felt that this famous saying was pure nonsense. Of course, there was no need to light candles when the **** crowing ushered in the dawn.

After the crowing, the pheasant essence got into the courtyard of the White House at a speed faster than that of a hawk and refused to go out.

The quiet Snake Valley suddenly became noisy.

The monsters cleaned up and went to the front of the White House in twos and threes to prepare for class. Lu Gui was already waiting under the tree. That's right, he came back after leaving the Southern Wilderness. When he returned to the Central Plains, he found all kinds of discomfort, not used to intrigue, not used to chaos , for the sake of the exercises and the secret books, the last battle of being exploited is empty, or the Monster Beast Forest.

The walls of the White House are brand new, and several creeping tigers have quietly climbed halfway.

squeak~

The courtyard door was pushed open from the inside, and the iron ball was sitting on the threshold with the ant's leg in his butt, learning to sell a certain Jiao.

Lu Gui waved his hand at the iron ball to say hello, not knowing whether to laugh or cry in exchange for a fresh ant leg. A group of ferocious army ants appeared in the territory two days ago, vanishing ashes wherever they went, and then met this powerful pangolin monster and annihilated the entire army, turning it into its own. The most delicious food.

The iron ball doesn't seem to be very practical. It has deep cultivation and rich experience. The most surprising thing to Lu Gui is that it has practiced in the Chunyang Palace for more than a hundred years. All kinds of Chunyang martial arts are at your fingertips.

"Mr. Lu morning~"

The monsters who came to class under the tree greeted Lu Gui one after another, and each found their own futon to sit down and wait for the class.

In addition to snakes, there are other monsters, but all those who have become elites in the territory of Baijiao are brought here to learn the rules, exercises, martial arts, and even cultural and mathematics classes, which are all set by Baijiao himself. The next course, in its words, is to learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well and travel the world without fear.

Lu Gui felt that number is arithmetic, reason is reason, and transformation is culture...

Iron Ball walked slowly beside the old tree, his eyes swept over a group of monsters, big and small, and clearly warned all the fairies to listen to the class honestly, and be beaten for dishonesty.

Here the monsters start a day, and the other side also starts a new day.

The craftsmen who decided to stay in the Monster Beast Forest have built a beautiful small village. The village has scattered houses according to the planning requirements. The vegetable garden and pigsty are all available. The stone bridges are connected like a paradise, and there are small wine shops, tea houses and restaurants. There is even a grocery store opened by the Central Plains caravan.

Zhu Da wiped the oily rice on the corner of his mouth, picked up his tools and went out.

He was the first craftsman who chose to stay, and the longer he lived in Snake Valley, the more satisfied he became. It's so beautiful to be in the rain, to be able to eat, to have a place to live, and not to be killed or sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder.

"Yo, isn't this the lake chief~"

"Haha~ Douzi, you get up early too~"

Joke and say hello to neighbors, and carry tools out of the village.

After walking across the stone bridge and the creek, he came to a pond surrounded by a fence downstream. Zhu Da ran to see the monsters in class for a while, and immediately went to the White House steward to register and dug a pond. Where did he get some fry and throw them in, which is called fish farming. The villagers jokingly called him the lake chief, but Zhu Da laughed at it.

Today is the day of net fishing, and the fishing net that has been woven for a long time finally comes in handy.

Before the start of construction, Zhu Da stood by the pond and muttered in the direction of Baifu. This is the village's rule. Before doing big things, you must pray to the direction of Baifu for good luck.

"Dragon God bless ~ bless me today to catch more fish and exchange for some good things~"

No yellow paper was burned and no chicken blood was spilled. Snake Valley is not happy about this. If anyone dares to set fire in the wild, they will be punished by the mountain patrol monsters. The mountain patrol monsters have very smart noses.

Going into the water and going down in a net made Zhu Da excited...

noon.

The monsters smelled a strong fishy smell just after class, and saw a guy named Zhu Da in the village setting up a stall in the distance.

"Selling fish~fresh grass carp~a big delicious and cheap~"

Then, the small stall was surrounded by a group of monsters and snapped up. The price was not expensive. It only needed some silver, copper or herbs that the monsters saved on weekdays to exchange one. They are not precious specialties, thanks to the rules of the White House. No monster dared to rob anything, and Zhu Da quickly sold out all the big fish in exchange for half a basket of copper nuggets, silver horns and dried herbs.

Then take the sun-dried herbs to the grocery store to sell to the caravan, and bring home some groceries.

Iron Ball said it was speculative...

Qingling is very busy.

In her spare time, she needs to do things in order to understand life. She is busy repairing the manor according to the blueprints left by Bai Yu.

Several pavilions, stone roads and guardrails are needed near the Houshan Pagoda, and several creeks need to be modified into waterfalls and deep pools. A very important martial arts field is also under construction in the distance.

The craftsmen are busy, the food is full of wages, and the super-high treatment has attracted many Jiuli Baibu mountain residents to join.

On the top floor of the pagoda, Mu Duo, dressed in a beautiful Jiuli costume, is enjoying tea leisurely.

Put down the teacup~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and look northwest.

"Xiao Bai is really restless at all..."

Thousands of miles away.

Bai Yu, who was galloping on the sand dunes, sneezed fiercely.

"Ahh~ Who is whispering about Ben Jiao from behind?"

After leaving the secret realm and sending the birds and squirrels, I took the time to hurry up again. I found a dark horse nearby that was too thirsty to bear. A few bags of water revived it again, and generously gave it a handful of spiritual fruit to instantly have surging power. What eight-cylinder engine is far from a dark horse, this is the real desert racing.

"Heizi! There is a water source ten miles ahead~!"

"Drive~!"

With its own voice acceleration function, it is hard to find such a good horse.

There are still a few oases in the desert, and the underground rivers buried deep in the ground occasionally crack open to reveal part of the groundwater, which supports countless creatures in the desert.

The black horse ran like an arrow, leaving a long string of footprints and dust behind him. Along the way, he encountered many stupid camels, and they all became curious about the unreasonably fast creature like the black horse.

In the distance, I saw an island-like rocky mountain, and the well was at the foot of the mountain.

The black horse also smelled the smell of water vapor, and ran quickly to the water well. The wells in the desert are not the kind of wells dug and built with stones. Most of them are just water sources. Bai Yu got off his horse and prepared to fetch water. There is no sunlight, and the water quality is good.

When filling the water, I suddenly saw a pile of dried fruit husks scattered on the ground.

He squatted down, took off the veil, picked up the husk, sniffed the smell, and looked at the scattered footprints on the ground. A group of people passed by here two days ago, and this kind of dried fruit is only eaten by the Central Plains people, and the Central Plains people have since passing by? It seems that it is not ordinary people who dare to walk in the Longmen desert without the Longmen Inn.

Several large water bags filled with fresh water hung on the horse's back, drank a lot of fresh water by themselves, and fed the black horse on the road again.

"Driving~"