New White Snake Asking Immortals

The stone bridge reflects the water and the people, and it is difficult to meet each other...

The drizzle wets the rough clothes, Dong Yong holds the hosta in his hand and holds the paper umbrella, raises his head and quietly stares at the sky, hoping that God will open his eyes, and that the fairy in his dream will return to his side. Looking at the gardenia in front of the house, the beauty just started to disappear without a trace.

Ziyi is a fairy, but why did Tianting take her back?

The tea shops outside the town are full of guests, straw mats are set up to shade the rain, and a bowl of coarse tea is fragrant.

When the story of Dong Yong married a fairy and was taken back to the sky by the heavenly court spread, many bored scholars and scholars gathered in Xixi near the county and prefecture. Will also mention poetry and do fu to criticize all evil.

As for the rules and regulations, no one cares. Anyway, it's good to have a topic to talk about.

Besides, who knows whether Heavenly Court really exists.

Tea and drinking in the thatched hut, while servants serve and eat.

"I see that Dong Yong, a commoner farmer, is not qualified to be favored by a fairy. If the fairy finds the fate of Hongluan, it should be a scholar like me. He is simply hysterical."

"Brother Huang is right. You and I have been studying hard for more than ten years. You and I should read the past and read the present. The fairy should care about you and me."

Many high-spirited young people are just jealous, and they haven't seen the fairy anyway. First, they demoted Dong Yong into a vulgar person and raised themselves up. The law does not blame the public, anyway, everyone said so.

On the clouds in the sky, a certain dragon with excellent hearing pouted.

"The cold window hasn't frozen to death for ten years, it's still not cold enough."

Wave your hand, make waves...

Suddenly, an evil wind blew the rain and got into the tea shop thatched hut, and the scholars with delicate robes fled and shouted and shouted.

Although holding a paper umbrella, the rain still wet Dong Yong's shoes and trousers, and it was as cold as death.

if……

It would be great to see Ziyi again, even if it's just one look...

There is a flower in front of you, and the misty and rainy sky has bright rays of light falling from the clouds, making people's eyes unconsciously sink into it. It's really a fairy coming down to earth!

"Purple..."

Calling gently for fear of waking up is a dream.

Wearing silk and fluttering ribbons, Lingluo purple skirt dancing lightly, angels approaching the world, the rays of the sun are gradually fading, Dong Yong sees tears in his eyes and sobbing familiar faces, the whole person froze, until the purple clothes fall on the stone arch bridge before he wakes up. This is not a dream, it is real.

Those scholars, scholars and townspeople were all dumbfounded, and they never expected to see fairies descend to earth in this little Xixi town.

A certain white was sitting on the bow of the boat with his feet out, bored watching a classic soap opera, first he was in unbelievable pain and weeping to each other, then he threw away the paper umbrella and hugged and did not want to be separated from the other party. It's definitely more sensational to be a director, and that's where it goes.

"First weeping and heartbroken, look, I was right."

"The next step should be a deep hug. Look, Ben Long is good at deducing the secrets and fortune-telling, and he never lies."

"Hey, poor miserable mandarin duck, this incense stick is the last time they spend together. Who, yes, it's you, help to light up the incense stick, it should be a little more humid."

The celestial soldiers looked at each other in dismay.

"..."

In fact, a certain Bai has already taken good care of her. After all, she only started to light incense after meeting and hugging. It was a chance to gain more time for Ziyi. Anyway, Tiantiao did not stipulate that it must be lit before meeting.

He took out the bacon and gnawed at it, his mouth full of oil.

Perhaps the taste of bacon is generally easy to get tired of, but a dragon has a very big appetite and is not picky about food. The most important thing is that in addition to the Laojun stove, the heaven can be ignited anytime and anywhere. Which fairy's luxuriant dares to live and cook, melons, fruits and vegetables every day, carnivores are the most Can't stand it.

Reaching out and tidying up the silk on the back of his head, he automatically blocked the pair of bitter love words under the locust tree.

Don't know how hard it is to be in the world.

Intrigues and intrigues are all over the place. One bad person will die outside the house. The stories are all deceptive. The darkness of the old feudal era is far beyond imagination.

Little people who have climbed up from the grassroots know the cruelty of the world.

It's ugly, Fairy Ziyi is really willing to give up her immortal status and stay in the mortal world, and she will definitely not survive for a year. No matter what else, beautiful women will only be bullied and reduced to playthings by others. This is the reality, not to mention other things like eating The farm work environment is harsh and so on.

Don't replace reality with imagination, you will die miserably.

"Hey, everyone in the world wants to become immortals, but immortals are envious of worldly love. Do you really think Sansheng Stone is a good thing?"

The wind blows, and the ashes of the bronze stove at the bow are scattered on the earth...

The rain stopped.

The white water vapor rises from the canopy of the ancient locust tree.

It was wet under the tree, Fairy Ziyi and Dong Yong talked face to face, saying that they must return to heaven, the red rope must be broken, everything is just a dream, and eventually the dream will dissipate.

In the distance, the scholars and scholars who were originally unhappy that Dong Yong and the fairy fell in love were also moved by the truth, and thought that the two would be loving and loving together for a lifetime, but they did not know that Dong Yong and Ziyi were suffering in their hearts at the moment~www.wuxiamtl.com~ There have been poets of outstanding literary talent who have written poems and praises, and the rhetoric is light yet sweet and romantic.

"Ziyi...stay okay...don't go..."

Dong Yong was heartbroken and heartbroken.

"Dong Lang, there are some things that you and I can't decide, can't be changed, and destiny is hard to defy. In fact, the days in Xixi Town are the most unforgettable memories in my life. The old locust tree, the small bridge and the clear stream will never be forgotten... "

"No! It can be done! Sincerity is the most important thing, I am willing to kneel and beg God to help us!"

Fairy Ziyi shook her head and cried and laughed, while Bai Yujun above the clouds shook her head and sneered.

A firm belief can move the heavens. Just listen to it. There is a saying that is good, if the sky is in love, the sky is old. Even my own dragon can't contact the ancient planet of the main world, let alone a mere mortal. , but a sentence of encouragement.

There are countless worlds in the vast starry sky, how can the rules of operation be changed because of love.

Yes, it is very cold-blooded, because if there is love in the sky, the sky will grow old.

Turning to look at the burning incense.

There was still a little time left, and Bai Yujun didn't expect Ziyi to fly away.

A red rope almost destroyed a Taixian, and Yue Lao also has his story...

"Check the mask and don't show your face. Be careful that those scholars write you down in the book and it will stink for thousands of years. Especially those who are spiritually minded and eat incense should pay more attention. Otherwise, they can't eat incense and can only eat incense ashes in the future."

He got up and covered the dragon's horns with silk like an assassin, so he couldn't see the expression inside the mask.

The straight knife hangs behind the waist.

Holding the document, I looked at the burning incense, the last small piece had been burned and slowly extinguished, the incense ash was broken, and the last little spark completely disappeared.

"The time has come."