New White Snake Asking Immortals

Zhao Mansion.

The heavily guarded Zhao Mansion welcomes a guest, who is a close friend of the former patriarch of the Zhao family.

The ostentation was very grand, and all the main descendants of the Zhao family were present. There were only two kinds of people who could make the Invisible Earth Emperor in the south of the Yangtze River receive such courteous treatment, they were powerful people or masters with unique skills.

The guest was an old man, wearing coarse linen clothes tied with straw ropes around his waist and straw sandals, which was a bit out of tune with the luxurious clothing of the Zhao Mansion.

Some young Zhao family members saw the other party's rough clothes and straw shoes showing disdain, which aroused the anger of the old patriarch, and beat those impolite dudes half to death, secretly hating why so many ignorant fools were born in the family

The old patriarch of the Zhao family respectfully invited the old man to enter and sit at the head.

The maid serves tea.

The old man looked at the Zhao family, his face became ugly, he saw that although the Zhao family was prosperous, it was facing a huge crisis, and it was very involved, a bad situation might lead to backlash, and if it got involved, it was very likely that they would never recover.

"If I knew, I wouldn't come."

Shaking his head, the matter is very serious.

"Old man, the Zhao family is in an unprecedented crisis, please ask the old man to save my Zhao family..."

The old patriarch directly knelt in front of the old gentleman, who looked like a country old man, and kowtowed. He didn't speak too much or talk nonsense. He clearly knew that the more nonsense he communicated with the expert, the more disgusting he would be. It's best to express his wishes simply and straightforwardly. The family is facing a great crisis, and the thousand-year-old foundation of his ancestors may be destroyed. He can only ask for help from the experts with the utmost sincerity.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of the old patriarch's forehead touching the bottom could be heard. The Zhao family's children, who were used to being aloof, were surprised and stunned, and didn't know whether to kneel or stand.

The long time of arrogance made Zhao's children forget how to ask for help. In the past, they only knelt when others knelt down.

The forehead was broken and bleeding continued, and the blood was stuck together with the dust of expensive floor tiles.

Boom...boom...boom...

Finally, the old man in linen and rough clothes sighed.

"Forget it, who told me to owe you the Zhao family, get up."

The patriarch of the Zhao clan was overjoyed. He looked up and found that the figure of the old man on the chair had disappeared. He had left the hall and arrived in the courtyard.

It just makes people feel that there is no abnormality.

The old man left a sigh...

"Ah...although the flowers are beautiful, but for a moment, I can do it myself."

Perhaps the old man told the Zhao family not to expect too much. It is a pity that human nature is greedy. If you don’t see the benefits, you will not ask for extravagance. Once you taste the taste, it is difficult to let go. The old patriarch only thought about it for a while and then forgot it, and couldn't let it go at all.

The whole Zhao family greeted him when he came, but he was alone when he left. The old man was no different from a woodcutter in the mountains.

"Old brother under the nine springs, I will pay you back, this old bone may not come back, it is too tiring to bear the debt of favor..."

Take out a bamboo ruler inserted in the straw rope belt.

With a swipe of the empty hand, the bamboo ruler turned into a phantom of hundreds of feet, lying on the ground, it suddenly stood up and pointed directly at the sky.

"A thousand-mile river."

"Two measurements of Wanjun Mountain."

The ruler keeps changing, and the atmosphere of the surrounding mountains and rivers also changes. It seems to form another world. There is not much spiritual power fluctuation, as if everything is the changing momentum of mountains, rivers and rivers, which is weird and mysterious.

Walking to the barren mountains, the old man stopped out of breath, and took out his hatchet to chop firewood. He was skillful, and he knew that he had lived in the mountains all year round.

Birds, flying animals and beasts in the mountains are peaceful, no different from the past, only the rat ants living in the bottom come out of the burrow and refuse to return to their nests, even the queen of the ants also ran out...

The old man built a thatched house and surrounded the fenced yard, as if he wanted to live here and wait for someone.

half a month later...

A huge rain cloud floated in the sky, and the drizzle was pattering.

The raindrops fell on the bamboo hat and slid down again, but the bamboo hat might have been exposed to the rain for a long time and it was black and rotten, and some moss grew on the edge, which looked very weird.

On the way, Bai Yujun made another coir raincoat. After walking for too long and soaking in too much rain, a few grasses grew on the shoulders of the coir raincoat.

As he was walking, he suddenly stopped.

He raised his hand to remove the grass growing from the shoulders of the coir raincoat, raised his bamboo hat, and scanned the forest and the thatched cottage in front of him with his eyes. When he saw the old man under the umbrella-like old tree canopy, his black pupils unconsciously turned into vertical lines.

"The old man is very powerful, but not as powerful as old man Yuan. I have been unable to find his grave for so many years. I am depressed."

After thinking about it, he took out an oiled paper umbrella and hugged it in his arms, being careful not to get wet, completely forgetting that paper umbrellas are waterproof, and a certain snake has the habit of protecting every commodity.

Stepping towards the old tree.

The old man sat under the tree and smoked waterpipe on the root of the tangled old tree, looking at the drizzle, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella came up to her.

"Old man, do you want to buy an umbrella? My oil-paper umbrella is very good. It can prevent rain and drive away evil spirits. It only costs one tael of silver."

Bai Yujun looked at the old man with a sincere expression, and handed over the exquisite oil-paper umbrella in her hand. The oil-paper umbrella was indeed well-made, made of high-quality bamboo and carefully processed, and even the paper was reinforced with some special techniques. Formation, not afraid of ghosts.

The old man was stunned, forgetting to spit out the smoke from his mouth.

"Ahem, no need, the old man is strong enough to wear a straw hat."

Hearing this, Bai Yujun's pretty face showed disappointment.

"That's it... okay."

Sullen and unhappy, he put away the oil-paper umbrella, and felt uncomfortable for not being able to make a deal for many days in a row, even if he earned a copper, it seemed that his whole body was weak in the days when he had no money.

The old man sitting on a few roots looked at the girl, as if he was looking up at the countless mountains and rivers and lakes!

So strong! She must be the one who attacked the Zhao family.

"Girl, stop, the general trend of the world cannot be violated, and if you suffer a backlash, you may be wiped out."

Bai Yujun smiled calmly.

"Fifty avenues, forty-nine Tianyan, there is one missing in the way of heaven, but there is a ray of life left. I have already found that ray. In addition, don't worry about the chaos of the world. No matter how it changes, time will still flow, and there will not be much change."

"A ray of hope... Are you really not afraid of God's sin?"

"Of course I'm afraid, and I'm scared to death, but I will take advantage of loopholes. As long as I toss around within the rules, I won't offend God. It feels a bit like playing tricks to death. If I'm not careful, I will turn into ashes."

The old man was a little scared. It is admirable and admirable for someone to do such a thing.

Isn't it hard to be an enemy of this kind of person who regards death as the highest goal in life? The old man fell into a daze, completely unaware that the person in front of him was not at all.

"Old man, do you want to stop it?"

"Yes."

"It's really too much to block the way without buying an umbrella."

The old man was speechless, and he said that he felt very rude, but he had to do what he had to do, the debt of favor was the hardest to repay, and it might cost his life...

"Why don't you try it here." The old man suggested.

"OK."