New White Snake Asking Immortals

Dragon Palace, cliffside.

The fat cat squatted on the railing and licked his wounds. A roll of his barbed tongue could weaken the remaining sword energy.

From time to time, his lazy eyes stared at the end of the sea of ​​clouds. In the reflection of the hole, there was an old locust tree, an old well covered with moss, and Cheng Su in green clothes.

There was thick fog in the direction of the grocery store. The little hedgehog took small steps to lead the way, with a heartbroken female ghost floating behind him. He walked into the thick fog and sent the female ghost down the mountain.

In the pavilion, Bai Yujun looked at the gold nugget in his hand and shook his head.

Shaking it hard, the gold nugget is reduced to some kind of energy and dissipates. In the hands of the ghost, it is money, but in the hands of a certain white man, it can only be reduced to some kind of energy similar to telepathy. This is all the assets of the female ghost, used to trade her The goods he wanted, Bai Yujun was not interested in things from the underworld, and he could not trade them as goods to other customers, so he could only treat them as a loss in business.

The figure disappeared in a flash and appeared next to the fat cat licking its fur, hands behind its back.

The railing is a bit high.

"..."

The high railing just blocks the forehead.

Pouring his lips, he knew he had made the bluestone railing shorter. He complained in his heart and sat on the railing pillar. The mountain breeze was very cool. Bai Yujun liked to stay on the mountain and look at the mountains, forests and valleys. Of course, his favorite thing was still eating and drinking. Sleep in.

"Hiss, the number of eyes peeking at the deserted rocky beach has increased again. It is not a good thing for practitioners to be too smart."

When the fat cat heard this, he raised one of his front paws and made a furry three.

"Three more?"

Bai Yujun didn't expect that Fat Cat would know what was going on down the mountain before he came down.

The furry paw continued to gesture a few times.

Moubai understood what Fat Mao meant, but didn't take it seriously. Quan just trained Fat Hu and Cheng Su, sitting on the railing and yawning while arranging tasks.

"Two humans, one demon, and all the people who have the final say around here are probably here. It's very lively."

"..."

Fat Tiger doesn't speak. The shop owner has the final say on whether it's hot or not. As an excellent employee, you just have to listen to the shop owner.

After washing my face, I felt relaxed all over. I found a comfortable angle to lie down, put my two front paws up and squinted at the scenery. The fat cat didn't understand the scenery, but as long as he learned from the shop owner, he would be right. Just squint in a daze, and his eyes couldn't Focus, be at a loss, and feel the style of wandering away from the world, and then carefully feel the comfort of the wind blowing through the tiger's whiskers and blowing through the nose.

Suddenly, Fat Cat felt like he was going to fall asleep.

Moubai glanced at the sleepy Jin Jianlayer. The biggest difference from the cat was the ears. The fat tiger had a pair of obvious round ears.

"If there are people or demons who cause trouble, they will be captured and worked as coolies for three hundred years."

After a pause, he continued.

"Just pick a secret realm with thin spiritual energy to imprison you. If you can't survive the sentence, just use it as nourishment in the secret realm."

After the arrangements were made, they floated away on the clouds.

Fat Tiger watched the boss go away, recalling in his mind the secret realms that are everywhere on the mountain. There are several secret realms with thin and lonely spiritual energy. Let alone cultivation, it would be good to stop the decline of cultivation. If you are imprisoned in it, let alone practice. For three hundred years, during the Mahayana period, people were still hungry and had to rely on farming and hunting to satisfy their hunger.

Fat Tiger felt a little melancholy for a while, looking at his tiger claws in worry, wondering how hard he could use without beating the troublemaker to death.

In the distance, under the locust tree at the entrance of the village.

"I see that my little friend's attire looks a bit unfamiliar. I dare to ask which sect is your best cultivator."

The question was very abrupt, and more or less a bit cynical. After all, one’s background is kept private in the cultivation world, but it is considered polite in this cultivation world where the jungle is fierce and the strong eat each other’s tricks. If it were any other monk, he would definitely rely on his cultivation to bully, so he would fight first. Ask slowly after you are convinced.

Chengsu thought for a moment and politely bowed his hand.

"As a poor Taoist, I temporarily live in the Dragon Palace to practice and rarely travel outside. The old gentleman will inevitably feel unfamiliar."

It was purely a courtesy. How could the two of them meet because they had different levels of cultivation?

After speaking, he picked up a few pebbles and threw them in front of him and observed them carefully.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled. He quickly recalled all the surrounding forces in a short time, but he did not think of a place like the Dragon Palace.

It feels normal again.

In this chaotic world, it is common for a few sects to suddenly disappear and a few monster caves to appear. Only the established forces will survive forever.

Her clear and natural aura is very rare, or she may be born with a different bloodline talent, or she may have practiced some rare skills. Obviously, the female cultivator is not the first. I didn't expect that I would make unexpected discoveries about the abnormality of the deserted rock beach. It was a worthwhile trip. I feel that my destiny is indeed my destiny!

The old man noticed that the female nun was staring blankly at the stones on the ground, and thought she was too restrained.

In fact, Chengsu was observing the divination phenomena, trying hard to recall the divination techniques taught by the mysterious master of Dragon Palace, and using various utensils to predict good and bad luck.

Staring at the hexagrams thrown out casually, he frowned and thought. The hexagrams showed that there was good luck in the evil. As for other specific details, he couldn't remember them for a while. He was busy practicing every day in the Dragon Palace to improve his cultivation, and he didn't know all kinds of strange arts. If you are proficient, you would have studied the art of divination seriously if you had known that today, and observed the divination signs. In short, there will be danger today, and you should be able to resolve the disaster in the future.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of insects flapping their membrane wings. I raised my head and saw a bee stuck to the spider web on the treetop. The bee was flapping its wings and buzzing.

The spider web swayed violently, and the spider that noticed its prey crawled out of its hiding place and approached the prey skillfully.

This situation is very similar to what happened to Cheng Su...

Just when the bees encountered a dangerous life and death crisis, a strong wind suddenly blew up. The strong wind blew the branches of the old locust tree swaying, and the spider web was continuously pulled and deformed. The spider quickly returned to its hiding place, and the bee struggled fiercely with the help of the wind and finally broke the spider silk and broke away from the spider web. A little bit of spider silk stuck to it and flew away, leaving behind a big hole in the spider web. The little bee escaped from the disaster and turned danger into good fortune.

Chengsu seemed to be blessed in his soul, and the previous fear and fear were swept away. He thought calmly and tried to find a suitable coping method from his rich survival experience.

The wind rustled the locust leaves, and the little fox huddled behind Cheng Su with only half of his head exposed.

The old man took a sip of cool well water from the ladle.

"It is fate that I am enjoying the shade with my little friend under the shade of a tree. It is fate that we meet each other. People who are practicing together have their own fate. I am so shameless. I sincerely invite my little friend to discuss the way of practice under the old tree. Alas, there are many different ways in the world. The methods of family cultivation are as broad, profound and complex as the stars. However, the broomstick is so precious that it is difficult to strengthen our human race. I am willing to use the life-making skills to communicate and exchange with my little friends, so that they can complement each other and strengthen my human race. What do you think?"

The hot sun was baking outside the shade of the tree, and the old man suddenly proposed to exchange ideas.

"..."

Seungsu's face remained calm but he was secretly cursing his shamelessness.

Who knows if the exercises you took out are your true skills? It may seem like a discussion, but in reality, your aura is threatening.

Of course, it is also possible that he is afraid of the famous tiger demon, after all, the tiger demon often haunts the deserted rock beach.

The old man is indeed wary of the legendary tiger demon. Those who can live for hundreds or thousands of years are human beings. One step counts three steps. Even if you take it by force, you must find out the reality of the opponent. For example, from the monks in front of you who may be related to the tiger demon. It only takes a little bit of content to learn the skills and then apply inferences to figure out the strength of the tiger demon. Although the scheming monk is the most lacking in the world, he is sometimes very patient.

Chengsu didn’t know whether he was considered bait, whether the old man was considered a big fish, or why the tiger demon still refused to appear...

He calmly pushed aside the stones with his feet.

"I am a poor Taoist with little talent and little knowledge. Since the old gentleman invites me, I will show my disgrace."

Chengsu felt that the old guy didn't dare to take action easily, so he decided to make some nonsense first and then said goodbye and returned to the Dragon Palace.

While chatting, the hand hidden in the sleeve is holding a magic charm...