New White Snake Asking Immortals

It snowed in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

The West Lake is calm and calm like a mirror, reflecting the snow-white willow trees by the lake, and the snowflakes falling into the lake and disappearing. Originally, there were some scholars by the lake who wanted to enjoy the snow and drink as a gift.

The dark clouds were dark and gloomy, and the sky was thick with snow clouds, and somehow the clouds were getting thicker and thicker and seemed to be close at hand.

The city is no longer noisy and bustling in the past, and people stay in their own homes to burn warm and shelter from the cold.

Whenever it snows in winter, there will always be refugees who go to the big city to beg for food. The strategy of Antian is to not starve to death or not to be full. The problem is that no one can grasp this well. There are countless people who take the opportunity to make money and scrape the land. Many people have no clothes or food to eat, and they bring their families into the city to beg for a living.

At this time, it is often also the time when the so-called rambunctious heroes appear, and they are called the so-called Limin people.

There are too many refugees in and out of the city of Suzhou and Hangzhou, some of which are abnormal...

Bai Yujun gave all the paintings in the shop to the old Huixian. In recent days, he has painted about a dozen paintings, and selling them all is estimated to be enough to rebuild the Zhuquan Temple. After all, the small temple is not very big.

Looking at the empty shop, I felt a little reluctant.

Bai Yujun had discovered some anomalies outside the city and even inside the city, and guessed that someone wanted to rebel.

Suzhou and Hangzhou is a big city. After winning it, you can get a lot of army salaries and food. There are always those pretentious murderers who want to conquer the world. In fact, it is not much different from the primitive southern wilderness.

However, these have nothing to do with a white.

She put on a thick red and white-edged fluffy fine cloak and went out, holding an oil-paper umbrella to cover the snow.

"It's so cold..."

Tightening the cloak and putting on the hood, the white cloth boots squeaked on the snow, walking leisurely in Osmanthus Alley.

A few days ago, Xu Xian asked Bai Yujun to go to Jinshanyuan to play and enjoy the snow. There were too many refugees on the West Lake and it was a little chaotic. Only Jinshanyuan was as calm as ever, and it was not interesting to take a boat in the snow. Xue, it can only be said that the stinking road of wine and meat in Zhumen has frozen bones, and if you want to hurt the spring and autumn, you must eat enough.

The two-story boat painting boat left the pier, the river surface was lightly misty, and the big boat rowed through the ripples and snowed to the Jinshan Courtyard.

Although the Suzhou-Hangzhou River is not frozen, it is actually very cold. Standing on the boat, you can feel the cold and wet wind as if it is digging into the bones. Bai Yujun and Xu Xian are standing together, holding a white plum blossom oil-paper umbrella and enjoying the scenery on the river.

The heavy snow could not stop the fishermen from seeking a living, and the fishermen wore straw hats and hats to fish for a living.

Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow.

Although the poems are good but real, they are not so poetic. The poems and songs are more of an imagination and longing. Who doesn't want to stay at home and drink wine in cold weather.

"Look at~a lot of birds~"

Xu Xian pointed to a group of egrets flying in the distance, flapping their wings and flying over the snow on the river.

Bai Yujun smiled, this kind of scenery is still very good, it's better than watching those homeless people sigh.

"The weather is cold and the water is cold, the egret is flying, the snow is too heavy, maybe..."

Shocked!

wrong! Too many birds!

Bai Yujun has strong hearing. He heard chattering in the vast river and snow in the distance and the air trembling. This kind of sound was only heard by the flying locusts when they went down the mountain for disaster relief. The winter snow is definitely not a locust, so it can be determined that it is countless birds. Fly over and over!

Birds and beasts often have an ability to perceive disasters in advance, and Bai Yujun also has it.

Inexplicable heart palpitations and panic, it seems that terror is coming...

"There are so many fish in the water!"

Someone shouted at the bow of the boat, and everyone on the boat approached the side of the boat to look at the river surface. Sure enough, they saw countless large and small swimming fish swimming in the water. The calm river surface became chaotic. Not quite.

The onlookers did not see the clue. The way of heaven, what you gain must be lost. While humans gain various benefits, their ability to sense is extremely weak. Even monks have a hard time sensing natural disasters.

Bai Yujun felt terrified when he noticed the pounding of his heartbeat. Compared with other birds, beasts and even monsters, Jiaolong was more sensitive to certain things...

"Miss Bai, are you not feeling well? Go and rest in the cabin."

"It's okay, it's about to land."

The painting boat approached the wharf of Jinshanyuan in the sky full of flying birds, not only the boats on the river, but also some visions were seen in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and even in Jinshanyuan. Dogs bark and become anxious, and many people scolding their cats and dogs are still useless.

People panicked and knelt down to pray to Buddha, but it was of no use.

When the painting boat docked, the chaotic animals suddenly returned to calm, and it seemed that there was never any abnormality.

However, Bai Yujun's ominous premonition is getting stronger and stronger. Before the storm, he is always calm, and it feels strange. Could it be that God is helping his own dragon?

If that's the case, it's a lot easier...

No matter how the experts in the West think and guess, Bai Yujun and Xu Xian slowly climb the mountain, watch and play around, and occasionally go to listen to the talented poets recite poems.

The sky is more gloomy, and it seems that there will be a blizzard that is far more than usual.

There is a centuries-old ginkgo tree in front of the gate of Jinshanyuan, but there are no golden leaves but bare branches. It is covered with red cloth and is called a sacred tree by pilgrims. A certain white likes ginkgo, and it was born in the valley where the shell was broken. There is one tree that hunted and fed to avoid predators in those years~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Except for the cracks in the stone, only the ginkgo tree brought a little peace.

Later, he was still entangled in the ginkgo tree to practice breathing.

The dead branches of the old trees are falling with snow, and the trunks and lower branches are covered with new or faded red cloth strips.

Under the tree, Bai Yujun, wearing a red and white-edged velvet cloak, looked up at the old tree.

"Master Xu."

"Look at this old snow-covered tree. It looks dead and is actually full of vitality. It will only grow green leaves in spring. The spring buds will stretch, and the autumn leaves will be scattered with dead branches and snow. It goes back and forth again and again."

Bai Yujun continued to speak, and Xu Xian listened quietly.

"Why do you need to ask about the floating life, it is just a dream."

A poem is full of many words. After saying this, there is only the rustling of snow falling. Xu Xian can't understand it. Isn't that what big trees look like. In winter, leaves sprout in spring. , and go in groups to enjoy other scenery.

The red cloth strips hanging from the trunks and low branches shook, and the sound of wooden fish came from the ancient temple...

Osmanthus Lane.

Old Huixian arranged for Xiao Shi to look after the shop, guarding the silver taels used to rebuild the Zhuquan Temple in the house, with a sad face and the guardian spirit beast snake demon boy boarded the small wooden boat, learned that Bai Yujun went to Jinshanyuan and saw birds and beasts roaming After the abnormality of the fish, he had a bad premonition. What he cared about was not the same family Jinshanyuan, but a different monster.

The snake demon boy yawned and rowed awkwardly, while the old Huixian stood at the bow of the boat in a ragged cotton-padded robe and a hat.

The small wooden boat smashed into the thin ice on the water.

Squeaky crossed the stone arch bridge covered with snow and mottled, passing by the white walls and gray tiles.

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