New White Snake Asking Immortals

The old monk Huixian led a small stone to meditate by the lake all day long.

The big white goose, the village bully, swam past the old and the young, with white hair floating in the green water and red palms plucking the clear waves. The two masters and apprentices stood still like gods. The villagers were even more amazed by the gods. Only two people eat.

by the lake.

Little Shitou looked up at Master just now.

"Master, how many days are we going to sit here?"

"Don't worry, stay for three or five days and leave."

"It will take a long time..."

Xiao Shitou misses the birds and tranquility in the mountains. Sitting by the lake every day is very boring. The child is naturally restless and can't bear it. Although he doesn't have to pull weeds here, he just feels uncomfortable.

"Let's stay here for a few days, and the villagers will feel relieved, and they can farm with peace of mind. The sun rises and the sun sets. Anyway, the big monster will not harm people."

"Demon... really can't harm people?" Xiaoshitou stared at Huixian with wide eyes.

"Who knows..."

Huixian muttered a word of silence, looking at the lake quietly, watching the white geese playing in the water, watching the reflection of the landscape in the lake, the calm water flooded the Wang family courtyard, the white walls and green water, it is not a special mood.

Turning to look at the entrance of the village, a fortune teller holding a banner came to Wangjiaji...

There is no abnormality in Wangjiaji, and students who pass by occasionally and have real materials will find that this place is strange, but because they are ignorant and inexperienced, they don't know where the magic is, and they will go into the village to check out of curiosity.

But the more I checked, the more confused I became, the earth veins were chaotic and the luck was hazy, and I couldn't see any clues.

Bai Yujun sits at the door basking in the sun, using the sun to raise her body temperature, now she can't get out of the sun even in the rainy season, so she should cherish it.

He raised his eyelids and saw the gentleman passing by the door.

But most of the fortune tellers who come to this Wangjiaji are a little ink, and it is impossible for a liar to find out that this place is abnormal, so come here, I don’t believe that you can find a general star by modifying the disorder of the ground veins, isn’t this just in front of the door? It is estimated that the lake is abnormal.

It's just idle gentlemen, not Bai Yujun, no one in this world knows the earth's veins better than himself.

make a fuss,

Let's bask in our sun.

The wind blows the sweet-scented osmanthus trees, and the waves of the lake hit the embankment. The people in Wangjiaji finally realized that they can use the lake to raise fish. The small lake at the entrance has a large surface, which is like a natural fish pond.

Anyway, the water flooded the fields, so we simply raise fish, which can be eaten by ourselves or pulled out to sell, or dried in the sun for the winter.

Wang Jiaji began to discuss matters related to fish farming.

Unknowingly, dark clouds came from the sky to block the sun, and it began to drizzle. The old monk Huixian led Xiao Shitou to live in the village and continued to hunt down the demons. The villagers felt that the old monk Huixian had to deter the water demons before the fish pond was completed. Little did they know that the master and apprentice were just going through the motions.

Bai Yujun hasn't made oiled paper umbrellas for the past two days.

The misty and rainy sky, the green mountains, green waters, clouds and fog, it's a pity not to go to the lake on such a beautiful day. By the way, I advertised the oil-paper umbrella I made. I couldn't recruit people, so I had to be a model myself.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with landscapes, Bai Yujun deliberately changed into a curvy Hanfu, with long hair and waist, and a cold face, standing quietly by the lake.

Misty and rainy eyes blinded, Lanzhou Xiaobo painted the west of the bridge.

The breeze mixed with the smell of the lake blew by, and the people by the lake stood still. Apart from advertising her oil-paper umbrella, Bai Yujun was still waiting for someone to come to find the general.

The sky in the east is blood red, implying that someone will come from the east today, and the person who will come is not good.

The drizzle seems to sprinkle in the heart.

Sometimes Bai Yujun really hopes that she is a real master like Gan Wu, with a sentence of no self and no sword, killing all the enemies in front of her, and no one is afraid of her fierce aura.

Gan Wu is a swordsman, um, will he become a swordsman after he has practiced his sword skills to the extreme?

In other words... I have never comprehended any advanced swordsmanship or swordsmanship artistic conception, most of the time I use it easily, I am very thorough about wind and rain, rivers and lakes, and I am not very proficient in killing techniques. Going awry.

Reaching out, the slender white palm stretched out of the range covered by the paper umbrella, and the rainwater brushed against the edge of the palm without dripping.

With five fingers gathered together, the nearby rainwater immediately gathered into the palm to form a ball of water.

The palm of the hand shook violently, the water ball collapsed, turned into water vapor and formed several small clouds, and the small clouds rained, as if it was no different from this world.

At the entrance of the village, a monk came.

Rather than calling it a monk, the word "Arhat" is more appropriate. It has a big waist, a round body, and a bear-like body. It has bronze skin, a crescent shovel on its shoulders, a bare chest, and a fist-sized black bead hanging on its chest. Hold an umbrella and walk in the rain with big strides.

By the lake, Bai Yujun's position happened to block the road into the village.

Luo Hanseng stopped in his tracks, not angry, and stared at the woman by the lake with big eyes. Under the oil-paper umbrella was a young girl with a magic spell in her hand, and he felt a strong murderous aura.

"Why are you blocking the way?" Monk Luo Han asked.

"There is no way here, please go back."

Bai Yujun kept looking at the lake and didn't turn around. The Arhat Monk at the Jindan period, with strong energy and blood, belonged to physical cultivation. She completely restrained him, but was thinking about how to force him back as quickly as possible if the opponent refused to give up.

If the Western religion finds the general star, it will not be just an Arhat monk. The only possibility is that many sects cast a wide net to search for the chosen one. One of the mysteries.

"No way? The way is at the foot of Sa's house, you... are you a demon?"

"You have a good eye, this place is where I practice, please go back."

Hearing this, Monk Luo Han laughed, started to laugh lightly, and then the laughter became louder and louder, as if he heard the funniest joke in the world, and tears flowed from his laughter.

Bai Yujun was also laughing, as long as she fooled the other party, it didn't matter.

"Hahaha~ A mere monster dares to take over the mountain and become king~ Waiting for the Sajia to subdue demons and eliminate demons to save the people of Li from fire and water!"

"The evildoer will die!"

The shirtless Arhat let out a roar, charging like a humanoid dinosaur!

Bai Yujun sighed, she didn't have time to forge weapons, so now she has to use a horizontal knife to fight the long soldiers. Sure enough, we can't delay the matter of weapons. Fortunately, we have a strong physique.

Put down the oil-paper umbrella, draw the knife, and cut through the rain with a sharp horizontal knife glowing faintly.

When the weapon hit hard, it was a disadvantage. When it was about to fight, it changed the knife technique to block the crescent shovel, and the blade brushed the long handle of the crescent shovel to wipe out a little spark...

Seeing the monster approaching and wanting to use fists and kicks, Monk Luo Han sneered and punched the opponent!

At the same time, Bai Yujun also raised her small fist to meet the big fist of the claypot, with snake scales appearing on the back of her hand!

Two fists, one big and one small, touch...

As if the difference in size is like that of a watermelon and a peach, when they fight against each other, they compete for strength and stamina, as if weapons are just external objects, and both sides have absolute confidence in their own physical strength.

bang~!

A shock wave erupted in the middle of the fist, shattering the raindrops into mist and spreading in a circular shape...