New White Snake Asking Immortals

The white mist floats in the sky, and the rain is clear and clear.

While the rain was still falling, Zhuo Feng respectfully sent Bai Yujun to Shili Pavilion outside the city. He had great respect for this legendary senior sister, and made all the monks in the station very curious.

She only stayed one night and had to leave, Bai Yujun didn't dare to make too much publicity in the Central Plains.

This is also something that I really can’t help. In order to protect Xing Zhangqi, he smashed down the thunderclouds all over the sky and killed many people. The monks died a lot. Relatives hate a certain snake, of course, if they knew that the snake demonized Jiao back then, they might choose to forget about it.

Cultivators seldom fall after becoming golden cores. I never thought that a snake demon in the demon core stage became a golden core killer. I don’t know how many golden core monks fell miserably. That catastrophe caused some small sects to break down.

As for the fact that everything is for human beings who have no choice but to eliminate demons, there is only one reason in the world, and that is to have a sharp sword in your hand.

Cold smoke and decaying grass Changting Road, drizzling rain.

Zhuo Feng bid farewell.

"Senior Sister Bai, Peak Master Yu misses you very much. Go back and have a look earlier. By the way, the pangolin armor transformed into an iron ball has lived a very good life with Senior Sister Xu for many years. Those brothers and sisters in Lingxu have been thinking about feeding it pills all day long. Jin Xu Brother taught it to forge, but it didn't learn anything and just wanted to dig mountains and dig holes."

Mentioning the iron ball, Zhuo Feng shook his head and was speechless. The fellow disciples on the mountain had trained him as Senior Sister Bai, hoping to train another legend.

"Yeah, it's time to go back and have a look. It's been hundreds of years, oh..."

He folded his hands together in a bow, turned around, put on a straw hat and walked into the rain curtain.

Zhuo Feng looked at the white back for a long time and stood silently, bowing again...

Bai Jiao walked in the direction of Shenhua Mountain.

As for Chunyang Palace, Bai Yujun didn't know how to deal with it. For the sake of human beings, she fought against the Demon Sect in Nanyuan Lake, worked as a doctor to heal injuries and rescued people, and fought alone underwater to deal with water monsters. But because he was punished for killing someone who wanted to eat him, and he was sent to the demon-slaying platform to sacrifice the demon-slaying sword, it really must be different for people who are not of our race.

Then it was used as a mascot to suppress the energy of the dragon's veins and was imprisoned for two hundred years.

If the master hadn't accepted himself as an apprentice, I'm afraid it would be difficult to return to the Huashan Mountain. It's hard to say, and I don't know how to face the sect.

He didn't continue calling for wind and rain, and walked all the way through the dry land towards Huashan.

I was very entangled. I used to fly to the sky and quickly flew to Shenhua Mountain, but I didn’t want to go back so soon, so I was very hesitant to go. I had to go back anyway. After all, I would not be who I am today without Chunyang Palace.

"Oh...it's still as simple as a hundred thousand mountains."

In the end, it was still a fast flight to Shenhua Mountain.

Stretch your head and shrink your head or cut your head, let's go back early, at worst, go down the mountain and continue wandering around the world. Anyway, I have been used to wandering for so many years.

The streamer passes over the mountains and rivers, the scorching sun and the white moonlight...

...

There are thousands of mountains in Huashan, and there are thousands of sorrows outside the wind and rain.

Day and night, I flew to the foot of Huashan Mountain, looking up, the ancient characters of Shenhuashan on the boulder were the same as before, and there were more vicissitudes than when I first left Shiwanda Mountain and came to Huashan. Many young disciples with low cultivation levels who entered the mountain gate looked up at the steep mountain road of Huashan and wailed.

"It has been turned around for hundreds of years, and finally turned back."

Shaking his head, he changed into a pure Yang Taoist robe, put on a jade crown, tied up his long hair with black silk, and climbed the mountain with a calm mind.

How much it feels to be wandering in the wind and dust, melancholy and reminiscing.

The holy mountain is still there, the stream is gurgling, the waterfall is writing about the clouds, all the way up the mountain stream, the stone steps are beautiful and the clouds are accompanied by pines. I think of a little snake spirit carrying a bookcase and weapons down the mountain hundreds of years ago, busy, very tired, but very relaxed , Eating waste pills, worry-free.

Those years were very simple and relaxed, no one cared about the little snake spirit, and enjoyed itself.

Clouds and mist behind me, the stone bridge at your feet is curved and fishes are jumping, young disciples go up and down the mountain with big bags and small bags, and when they are tired from walking, they call their friends to sit on the side of the road and enjoy the beautiful scenery to steal a half-day leisure. The boys always try their best to attract those young female disciples Notice,

Show your most handsome side.

In the Banshan Pavilion, many pilgrims who went up the mountain rested their feet and praised the handwriting on the cliff.

In Qingtan, there are young disciples sitting by the pond to meditate.

It's good to be young. Although it's much safer since I became stronger, there are countless troubles that follow, and only when I was in Shiwan Dashan was the most heartless.

Step by step on the stone steps.

for a long time.

In front of the mountain gate, the disciple in charge of guarding the gate closed his eyes and did not move. Suddenly he opened his eyes with a feeling, and saw a stranger from the same sect coming up the mountain. They looked at each other and found that they did not recognize each other.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw a few seniors who were rarely seen in the sect appear in vain.

Chu Zhe stood in front of the mountain gate, beside Yang Mu, Xu Ling and Li Xiangling, all four were legendary figures in Chunyang Palace, and there was also a shy little boy, who now gathered at the mountain gate to wait for others, or to say wait for Jiao.

Stepping onto the platform in front of the mountain gate, Bai Yujun stopped and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar people.

It has been a hundred years since we saw each other again, and the past is vivid in my mind. Bai Yujun smiled, her phoenix eyes were bent into crescents, revealing her white teeth, her smile was very sweet.

The four people on the opposite side also laughed, and the little boy was jumping with joy, his forehead nails shining brightly.

Chu Zhe smiled wryly, he was more stable than many years ago, his face was a little sad, and his black hair was tied up. The difference was that there were two strands of white hair hanging down from his temples, adding to his heroic spirit. White hair, never let up since taking over Yuxu's lineage, too tired.

"Just come back."

The disciples guarding the gate and the disciples passing by looked at the young and beautiful girl curiously, and were surprised by her beauty. I don't know when there was such a beauty in the sect. It is estimated that the Hundred Flowers List will undergo a major adjustment recently...

Happily walking towards Qingxu Palace, Xu Ling chattered, Yang Mu occasionally interjected a few words with a cold face, Li Xiangling stood beside Yang Mu from time to time to help add a few words, Chu Zhe just smiled and did not speak, the shy little boy followed Bai Yu Le's eyes beside Jun's were bent into slits, and they wandered past Laojun Palace to Taiji Square.

Tai Chi Square is still lively, young disciples are chatting, drinking, competing and discussing each other.

Pass through Taiji Square, pass the dining room, and walk across the cliff stone bridge. This is a mountain road that has been walked countless times. Every time you go to the dining room to eat, you have to pass this road.

There are a lot of koi in the pond under the bridge, and the number of koi that has not been stolen for many years has rebounded.

There are too many cranes, and the long legs and long beaks are too hard and taste bad, so they were barely counted as a spare food back then.

Qingxu Palace.

The exquisite pavilions, the sky is wide and the clouds are blooming, the cranes are flying, and the purple air is dense.

On the edge of the cliff, the ancient pine that used to be entwined and puffed up the clouds is still there. Looking at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, it is the same as before. When she walked into the familiar hall again, Bai Yujun first looked at the red lacquer pillars that used to be entangled to sleep. No change.

Take out fresh melons and fruits and set them up, light the fragrance and kowtow, burn the incense, and the green smoke curls up to the sky...