New White Snake Asking Immortals

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Not long after the broken dragon scales were unearthed, the weather suddenly changed, and the clouds gathered together with lightning and thunder that made people breathless.

Immediately afterwards, a torrential rain fell, pouring down like the Tianhe River, the deep pit that had been drained of water was submerged again, the river bank was smashed by the wind and waves, and the people and the people rushed to flee!

The river flooded back, and the abandoned county town was submerged again...

The silver-haired man and the black-clothed man had ugly expressions on their faces. So far, only a small piece of broken dragon scale was found in their hands. The dragon-hunting crossbow arrow seemed unwilling to be unearthed.

"Let's go, the dragon-hunting crossbow is too involved and shouldn't be in the world. With the dragon scales, we can study the cracking method, the dragon corpse... I will wait for the hope of becoming a fairy."

The black-clothed man was silent. The silver-haired man was right. The only way for them to live long was to use the legendary dragon corpse.

If the ban is not broken, the dragon corpse will not be found, and maybe he will live in the ice field for many years.

Ordinary monks like them with average aptitude and no background have only one way to live forever. With the help of external force, or medicinal pills or some rare treasures of heaven and earth, countless monks in the world are running around all day looking for opportunities. There are still adventures in the ruler, so many monks ventured into the 100,000 mountains before the deadline.

If you find the opportunity and go further, if you can't find it, you will simply die in the Southern Wilderness.

Everyone admires the practitioners, but they don't know that the monks are tired of running and look at the fairy palace without regrets...

That night, a banquet was held at the State City University.

The silver-haired man and the others were hungover, but he didn't know that a hairy thief saw that he looked like a wealthy official, and drove the mouse brothers who had been living and training for many years to enter the house to steal the most cherished kit, and steal the dragon scale fragments...

Cultivators are not omnipotent, and they will not try their best to guard the surroundings all their lives.

Practitioners who are superhuman are also human beings, not all-weather scanners.

Day two.

"Who is it! Someone wants you to live rather than die...!"

A loud roar resounded several streets, and the silver-haired repairman swept the entire inn in a fit of rage.

In a dark corner of the city, a wretched man holds white jade fragments and his head is full of question marks, and the rat brother on his shoulders shivered...

The dragon scales have been scattered among the people without knowing where to go.

The border between the Yan Empire and the Southern Wilderness.

In the past, merchant ships and travelers saw that the empire had added several fortresses, garrisoned troops, and settled fields on the border. They had a tendency to treat Nanhuang as a foreign enemy and strictly guard against them. They even increased the checkpoints to collect taxes and collect money. The officials of the waterway directly paid one of the six taxes to enrich their personal pockets, causing the merchants to complain.

Inexplicable cause.

It is said that the grandson of a certain Zhizhou was beheaded by the Demon King Jiao, on the charge of being disrespectful to the Demon King.

Then it was gone. Zhizhou was a scholarly family who didn't know much about the world. Since several generations had not seen any demon king and didn't care about legends, they immediately gathered an army of 10,000 to prepare to enter the Southern Wilderness to conquer demons and eliminate demons.

The news reached Chang'an and almost scared the emperor and his ministers to death. Ordinary people don't know how vicious the Flood Dragon King is.

The two armies at the border between Nanhuang and the Central Plains confronted each other, and before the fight began, the **** who passed the decree scolded them back. Later, the court felt that the border was unstable and the 100,000 demon soldiers were too scary, so they simply built a fortress to guard against it.

Tariffs are as fierce as tigers, and merchants and travelers feel that they are not as civilized as other monsters.

Privately raised funds to ask the demon army commander for help.

Not long after, water monsters suddenly broke out in several major rivers, and the boats and water villages used for tax collection were destroyed.

As a result, the Demon King and the Central Plains started a mode of political cold, economics and heat.

...

Two hundred years.

Time flies, Xianyuntan has a long shadow, and things change and stars move several times in autumn.

Two hundred years is enough for a lot of things to happen. Several generations of people get old, sick and die. Birds, animals, flowers, plants, fish and insects also have their own struggles to survive. Countless creatures have sketched their own stories in a short time, whether they are bitter, or miserable, or sweet and happy. My own story ends with death.

For example, grass squirrels are small individuals who dig through the grass to eat grass seeds and grass roots. If they are lucky, they will encounter nuts like New Year. They hide in their own digging safe holes to fill their stomachs. Occasionally watch the wind and clouds outside and enjoy themselves. Maybe one day they hunt for wild animals. Food.

Ferocious beasts are ferocious and tyrannical, but when they grow old, they will inevitably become the food and destiny of their beasts.

Human beings are full of ups and downs.

Life is nothing but a play of different sizes, brilliant or prosaic, in which species survive.

The territory of the Demon King is changing with each passing day, but the Central Plains has not changed.

In the past three hundred years, tranquility has brought the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty back to the Central Plains, and the population has increased sharply.

On the banks of the river in the suburbs of Suzhou and Hangzhou, there is a peak named Jinshan, and there are temples on the mountain.

The devout pilgrims docked by boat and passed the Shifang, and kowtowed up the mountain step by step along the stone steps. No matter the poor or rich, they are all equal at the moment, step by step, solemn and solemn.

The green hills shade the ancient temple, the red walls and blue tiles sound the bells and chimes.

The temple is built on the mountain and the water, and the building is resplendent~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The bell and the incense tripod are ringing, which makes people feel empty and in awe.

The wind and smoke on the river is thick and foggy, quiet and clear, and ships come and go to send pilgrims.

A small boat came straight to Jinshan through the thick fog. A long-bearded old monk stood at the bow, and a young man with blond hair was punting the boat at the stern. The monk's eyes were filled with fear, but deeper, there was an indescribable sympathy.

The oars stirred the river with a rustling sound.

When they arrived at the small pier, they slowed down and slowly docked. Three young monks in brocade were already waiting on the shore.

The boat stopped, and after the old monk came ashore, three monks in Jinpao came forward to pay homage without much conversation. They led the old monk and the blond young man up the mountain, and the pilgrims avoided showing respect.

Climb all the way up the mountain, go through the hall and follow the path to the highest pavilion.

Entered the elegant and exquisite bamboo house.

The blond young man thinks this room is very good, the location is high, the doors and windows facing the outside are removed and only thin curtains are left.

The old monk entered, and the blond young man was watching the door.

There were also two old monks in the room, next to a chessboard, and when they saw the guests came, they got up and greeted them.

"Rare guest, please take your seat."

Three people are seated.

"The two of you are so elegant, and the Jinshan Courtyard is truly a pure land without dust, and you are envious."

The two old monks on the opposite side smiled and were noncommittal.

Pour tea.

The tea leaves are flat, smooth and straight, the color is green, bright and moist, and the aroma is high. The color green, fragrant, sweet and beautiful in the tea cup can be seen. It is the best West Lake Longjing.

Fragrant fragrans is clear and bright, the buds stand upright and lifelike, and the tea fragrance is refreshing.

“Good tea!”

The King of Wisdom was delighted when he saw the good tea, tasted its taste, tasted it lightly, closed his eyes and felt it.

"It's not worth it!"