New White Snake Asking Immortals

The dark horse ran wildly across the entire Longmen Desert.

Bai Yu wandered the desert for many days before he remembered that he had to travel at night and rest during the day. As a result, the black horse ran faster, and the full moon in the desert rode the dust, leaving a long string of horse hoof prints and was quickly buried by the yellow sand, the speed was no faster than the golden pill The monk Yujian is slow.

Horses hoofs climbed high sand hills.

The black horse stood up and neighed, Bai Yu grabbed the reins and looked forward, the legendary ghost town in front of him.

In fact, the ghost town is just a traveler's impression of the landform. It is just a wind-eroded landform formed in a dry and windy environment. The rocks and sand on the mountain are eroded into various strange shapes. The wind blows all the year round here, and the airflow blows through the unique terrain. It is called a ghost town by travelers.

"It's kind of like maltose..."

The gluttonous Jiao likes to think of food when he sees everything, and it is indeed a bit like a twisted maltose.

With a flick of the reins, the black horse jumped down from the hills and ran towards the ghost town. Bai Yu controlled the reins and only picked those windy canyons to drill into them, without even looking at those with little or no wind.

There is wind in the valley, indicating that the wind is unobstructed and not a dead end. There is no wind or a small wind may be trapped.

There is a yellow sand trail between the rocky mountains with strange shapes. A black horse carrying a white figure quickly drilled into the valley. The yellow and red mountains are all kinds of strange, such as being left behind after being washed away by floods. The ruins of the half-collapsed tower and fortress are vicissitudes.

Bai Yu felt that the scene where he rode through the ghost town was a bit like a classic movie scene...

The strong wind blows, and the sand and stone are thrown away.

The ghost town is like a ghost cave. There are monsters screaming, wolves, tigers, and tigers. The sound is like a bell, like annoyed and angry, like a weeping woman. Jiao who has learned this knowledge, especially has a deep understanding of wind.

The ghost town landscape is like all kinds of mushrooms and maltose growing in the desert, which cannot stop the progress.

The horses hooves tread, accurately find the unobstructed valley under the control of the reins, and occasionally pass through the cracks in the valley that are only two feet wide. A certain Jiao completed the feat of crossing the Longmen desert and started the journey across the ghost town again.

When night fell, the wind was so cold that I had to find a cave and raise a bonfire to rest.

Outside, the wind was howling, ghosts and wolves were howling. The shadows and shadows of the rocks on the mountain were like a group of demons dancing wildly. Bai Yu was not afraid at all, because he was the most vicious beast.

Small copper pots hanging over the bonfire gurgled hot.

The little hands full of black and ashes wiped their cheeks and unknowingly wiped a small face, and smashed the dried meat and threw them in, and soon the rich meat aroma wafted out, and then threw two hard Bang Bang Hu pancakes, sprinkled with salt and pepper. Spices, stir carefully a few times to fully incorporate the spices.

The bonfire swayed, leaving dangling shadows on the walls of the red rock cave...

Carefully check that the leftover jerky and flatbread can be eaten for a few days, carefully tie the bag and put it away, the fragrance in the cave is stronger, and the oily flowers floating in a pot of chaotic stew are particularly fragrant.

I took out the mirror and looked at my pretty face. I had eaten baby fat for a few days in the secret realm. Well, I will lose weight after this meal.

That's what I said last time...

Open the lid of the pot and the hot air rises to the top of the cave, and use a spoon to hold a bowl of simmering and hold it in your hand to breathe, and the aroma is fragrant.

chirp chirp...

The black horse ate the horse feed and drank the water and stood at the entrance of the cave to sleep. It thought that the rock was too hard and it was not as good as the grassland. Anyway, the horse was used to sleeping standing up. The ghost town was windy and cold at night, and it was difficult to travel. It was rare to rest at night.

Bai Yu ate and stewed, carefully poured out some water and boiled it to wash the pots and chopsticks, then brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth, shaking off the sand in his long hair to clean.

I laid out the quilts and blankets carefully, put the embroidered pillows and got into the quilt to find a comfortable position. The bonfire crackled and I breathed evenly...

The quality of life still needs to be guaranteed occasionally. I can’t sleep well in the desert. The cave is dry and warm and there is no sand. After passing this village, there will be no shops.

The wind stopped in the middle of the night, the stars and the full moon reappeared...

The dark horse was quite bored, and without the sound of the ghost crying and wolf howling, I felt uncomfortable, so...

"Drive~!"

It's really shocking to cry ghosts and gods, and it's heartbreaking, and the echoes in the valley are endless!

Bai Yu was taken aback, and without a word, picked up her shoes and smashed them at the dark horse.

"What the **** is wrong! Believe it or not, let you grind for a hundred years! Quietly shut up for me...!"

Dark Horse shrank his neck, feeling that he really owes his mouth.

...

early morning.

After a simple grooming, he wrapped his long hair in his clothes, covered his head with a gauze, only showing his eyes, and hung up the sundries on the horse's back.

It took two days to traverse the huge ghost town, and then pass through a desert and then come to a more beautiful area.

In front of you is the colorful and majestic Danxia landform. The cliffs and mountains are dyed into patches of dark green, dark brown, and red. The blue sky reflects the fragrant and dyed Danxia. The peaks and hills show different colors with time and weather. It was the first time Bai Yu had seen such a beautiful sight in his two lifetimes of more than 500 years.

"It's better to live, but you won't be able to see this beauty when you die."

Get off the horse and lead the black horse to the top of the mountain step by step along the hills and ridges~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Stand at a high place and look at the rolling and colorful mountains and hills.

The wind is blowing, and the world is rarely clear without dust.

The wind blows away the white gauze on the head, and the long silk scarf wants to fly away, but it is still wrapped around the beautiful jade neck. Beautiful eyes, white scarves hunting, slender and single like a flying fairy...

Glad to meet.

Bai Yu relaxes and enjoys the beautiful scenery.

Cultivation, other practitioners are all flying around in a hurry, never stopping or looking at the scenery on the road.

If you are willing to stop for a while and walk out of the cave, you will be able to see the most beautiful scenery in the world, and you will naturally be able to practice and comprehend faster. Comprehend the natural way to enter the Dao, the state of mind is indifferent and hard to cultivate into an immortal and enjoy happiness.

"A group of vulgar people, it's not as good as our evil Jiao~"

Open your arms, close your eyes and look up to feel the sunshine and feel the style of Danxia...

The delicate white scales on the corners of the eyes and cheeks are very beautiful, a little seductive, but more immortal, at least it seems like a fairy in the sky rather than a demon.

The dark horse's big eyes rolled around, and he wanted to shout for the occasion, but after thinking about it for a long time, he thought it was okay.

"It's a pity that this place is dry and rainy. Otherwise, it's a good place to build another courtyard for vacation and cultivation, but it's too far away. Forget it, it's better to go back to Nanhuang to manage your own territory."

Wanting to recite poems and poems, after holding back for a long time, I found that there was only flame and no ink in my stomach.

"Che, this Jiao is not the vulgar Jiao, what poetry is written, vulgar."

After tying the scarf and turning on his horse, the dark horse swooped out and ran towards the northwest, running in the world of colorful Danxia, ​​where the vermilion hills and hills kept going backwards...

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