New White Snake Asking Immortals

Flocks of egrets fly in the ancient pine forest.

The egret flies over the rice fields and in front of the mountain. The wind blows through the peach forest and brings up a row of pink and white peach petals dancing in the wind. It passes by the egret and a little mist, and floats to the three azure mountains in the distance.

Bai Yujun stood on the cliff edge of the peak, watching the flower petals flying away, and saw the egrets dotting the seedlings with needle green.

"What a wonderful world, but it lacks order. There are three evil cultivators in a small town."

Maybe this small world is too remote, and all kinds of cultivation methods are like weeds after the rain. No matter what kind of cultivation method, the living beings just want to increase their strength. Some of the cultivation methods are no different from evil spirits.

Bai Yujun can see that the origin of the world is constantly being bitten, and if this continues, the small world will wither.

In fact, Mr. Bai Yu is not against selfishness, but there is always a limit to everything.

Certain ways of practice are called evil and demonic. They destroy and corrode the rules of order to strengthen themselves. Naturally, they are mutually exclusive with the dragons and other divine beasts that are born according to the rules of order. The confrontation may be temporarily suspended due to interests, but they will never live in harmony.

Unless the traitor chooses to merge with the other party, the probability of the evil spirit changing his ways and returning to his rightful ways is slim.

Or some mythical beasts give up the rules of order in order to adapt to the trend of the times. In this case, it is difficult to determine whether they are mythical beasts.

There are too many gloomy and negative auras in the world.

There are still many Zhengxiu who are as weak as fireflies who are resisting, their auras flickering and turning stubborn and tenacious.

Bai Yujun saw the familiar aura in it, the female cultivator who had obtained the Junior Pure Yang Technique, and Ge Qianhu, who dared to raise the sword to the evil demon as a mortal. Perhaps his luck was enhanced because he had seen the real dragon, and his destiny was favored by the will of the world. , you can achieve a great career in the future.

He rubbed his temples.

He reached out and picked a few pine needles from the ancient pine trees on the peak, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them out of boredom.

The pines have old branches and strong roots, the clouds are gloomy and gray, and the needles are particularly dark green.

It is Bai's nature to establish order. He wanted to see if the creatures in the small world could reverse the situation and restore order. If not, he could only let his empire cut the mess quickly in order to save trouble.

Blinking, his eyes switched to observation mode, and he saw the big snake approaching the mansion.

With the help of the wind, he can hear all sounds and filter out other useless noises. There is no secret in front of Moubai.

As expected, the enemy of the big snake also wanted to get rid of the trouble that had been entangled for thirty-five years, so he invited a practitioner to wait for it to enter the urn.

Near town.

The Sanjin mansion, which has been instructed by a Feng Shui master, has a brand new paint color and obvious signs of new construction.

The courtyard outside the living room door of the main house was full of people.

Ten people, including a vigorous young man, a woman with a baby in her arms, a handsome newlywed daughter-in-law, a trembling concubine, restless children, and maids and servants guarding the courtyard, stood in the courtyard, whispering in low voices, looking towards He was cautious in the living room, envious and afraid at the same time.

At the main entrance of the living room, there were several low-level monks wearing the same light purple clothes standing on both sides, looking arrogantly at the large family in the courtyard.

His eyes occasionally lingered on the young daughter-in-law and the beautiful concubine, looking at her unscrupulously.

There were many people in the living room too.

The owner of this newly built house, a former warrior, now has a fat figure and sunken eye sockets. He deliberately bows his head slightly and bends over. With a smile on his face, he stands next to him, serving tea and water, and enthusiastically serving a middle-aged monk sitting at the main seat.

Those who can live to old age in the sword world are all human beings, and those who are brainless will only become reckless men driven by others. They can help others with their blood at any time, and those who can support a family of dozens of people have brains.

The coarse tea from the countryside did not appeal to the monks' eyes, and the lifeless fruits did not arouse the monks' interest. Fortunately, there was a young son with moderate qualifications who chatted with the master. He stood nearby and occasionally chatted.

Being able to give birth to a son in his fifties shows that he is living a good life in old age.

The middle-aged monk, wearing expensive purple robes, only looked at the slender old man with a curly beard from the corner of his eye.

He only had eyes for the six-year-old boy in front of him.

The boy was smart and intelligent. He glanced at his father and immediately understood what his father wanted to ask.

"Master, will that nasty snake spirit come today?"

The fat old man immediately praised his younger son silently. He was indeed a good young man in spiritual practice. He was smart and understood. He would definitely have a good future in the future, and his family would finally become prosperous.

The purple-clothed monk stroked his beard and smiled, assuming a calm posture.

"It's very close. There's no need to worry. It's just a monster in the mountains. There's no need for me to take action personally. It's not worth mentioning."

The big snake only knows basic demonic skills and instincts, and any disciple in the early stage of Qi refining outside the door can kill it.

If it weren't for meeting a good practitioner, he wouldn't have bothered to waste time settling here.

The boy's qualifications are average. In the eyes of the big sects, he is ordinary, but in the eyes of the small sects, he is a treasure. Those geniuses and superior qualifications are all strong. Even if they meet by chance, they must be sent to their superiors as tributes to hide their geniuses. The consequences are serious.

Picking up someone with average qualifications from a small sect depends entirely on luck.

Behind the scenes, the family’s backers will not compete with their subordinates for middle-qualified disciples.

The world of spiritual practice seems to be exciting.

In fact, inferior qualifications are the most numerous, and they work their whole lives to support the geniuses.

In the past thirty-five years, the fat old man had never thought that the big snake that made the whole family fearful was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the monks. There were also monks in the other three families in the town. This was not a secret. It was not until recently that his youngest son was accepted as a disciple by an expert that he knew about the three families. Each large household has one or two monks who are in the early stage of Qi refining and are ordinary casual cultivators who have just entered the world of cultivation.

Any one of them can easily kill the snake spirit. They have done nothing for many years. They originally thought that they would not be able to defeat the big snake. Who knows, they just want to watch the joke.

But the fat old man didn't feel resentful. At most, he felt a little resentful. If we weren't friends, who would care about the lives of others.

It's different now. The four early-stage Qi-refining monks from those three families are standing outside the gate, and they don't even have the qualifications to come in and say hello.

The feeling of reaching the sky in one step is so great, and my whole body feels comfortable.

With his experience in the world and his son's cleverness, he will definitely become a figure in the future. From then on, he will rise up the class and become a master. It will not be a problem to prosper for five generations. He will marry more and have more children, and he will work hard to produce a few more monks.

When people reach their later years, what they think most about is that their descendants will be prosperous and there will be hope for them.

Just as the fat old man was thinking about the future, the middle-aged monk looked towards the door.

"The snake spirit is here."

The fat old man who was immersed in fantasy suddenly shuddered and recalled those vicious eyes unconsciously.

Suddenly, the outside and inside of the house were illuminated by dazzling light.

Before everyone in the courtyard could react, a thunderous sound followed, and the roar made the ears of ordinary people in the town ring. Adults shouted, children cried, and buffaloes were frightened.

The middle-aged monks and several young monks were also startled. Thunder and lightning were right above their heads, and they had a bad feeling in their hearts.

After careful inspection, no trace of the spell was found and he was relieved.

Less than five breaths apart, I could hear the crackling of leaves and tiles outside, and the sound of water droplets falling from the heavy rain.

It started to rain, and everyone in the courtyard ran to the eaves to take shelter from the rain.

The lotus pond outside the gate of the house was white, and in the forest opposite, the big snake that had been waiting for a long time swam decisively towards the enemy's house with beads in its mouth. In the pouring rain, it squeezed open the lotus flowers that were waiting to be released, and swam towards the gate of the mansion with its head held high.

There was another dazzling lightning, and the black-striped snake was very obvious in the lotus pond.