New White Snake Asking Immortals

Zhuquan Temple is a good place. Kuangsha Literature Network

The clear mountains shine on the water, the smog is white, and the bamboo leaves are green all over the world.

After a hard journey, I decided to stay in the temple to recuperate and relieve my injuries. Zhuquan Temple is quiet and pleasant... Jiao, there is a calming effect that makes Jiao unconsciously let go of violence, anxiety, and tranquility. The cough symptoms are much relieved, and the heart-piercing pain is no longer there.

Lao Huixian is busy growing vegetables and caring for the vegetable seedlings, trying his best to maintain the rations in the temple.

The iron ball snake spirit and the little stone went off somewhere to cause trouble. It was hard to imagine what a pangolin, a snake spirit, and a child who jumped out of a rock could do. None of them were normal.

"cough……"

A light cough broke the silence of the bamboo forest.

In the bamboo forest in the back mountain, Bai Yu sits cross-legged on the futon and plays the piano with both hands. The guqin is leisurely, and the sandalwood smells like a pot of tea. When you have nothing to do, you can only play the piano and be arty.

The jade fingers fluttered to play a piece of elegant bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves fluttered down, suddenly splitting into two silently...

When you are free, you are proficient in sonic attacks, and the power is enhanced by combining the understanding of the artistic conception of the wind. Every melodious sound contains invisible murderous intentions, simulating the artistic conception of green bamboo, and the pole is like a spear and a sharp arrow. It is indomitable and agile.

Bamboo, persevering and tenacious to survive, quietly guarding loneliness and desolation, is endowed with the meaning of solemnity, no distracting thoughts and willing to be lonely, it will eventually become a vast sea of ​​bamboo for countless years, light and delicate, evergreen in all seasons, and soft in every way.

Meditate and savor carefully.

Rooted in the earth, thirsty for the yellow spring, branched with clouds and dreams, leaves slapping the sky, thin and lonely, branches and branches proud of the snow, dry and dry

Bamboo has tenacious vitality, freshness, vigor and vitality. It breaks out of the ground after the rain, spreads a rich green yarn in midsummer, and welcomes the wind, frost and rain with a smile at the end of summer.

Cultivating immortals, besides self-cultivation, the most important thing is to understand, to understand mountains and rivers, to understand flowers, grass and green trees, and to understand the myriad of weather.

Enlighten the truth, and only by understanding this world can we transcend things and not be limited by life and death.

I don't know how many artistic conceptions there are to comprehend. At present, Bai Yu has only achieved comprehension of mountains, rivers, wind, rain and climate, which is only the first step of superficial comprehension.

"Cultivation is really difficult..."

Couldn't it be all the hardships, step by step trying to make mistakes and then correcting them, in order to gain merits and virtues, I had to let go of my skin and endure humiliation, how can words tell the feeling, I don't know when I can repay my hatred, all I can do is hide in the dark Li tiǎn) licks the wound and quietly waits for the other party to show his flaws, and must not do things that are bloody and strong.

"Ugh……"

The sound of the piano was sobbing unconsciously, and the sharp energy that had just been uncontrollable and scattered around dissipated, peaceful and peaceful.

The green bamboo leaves fell silently, falling on the shoulders and matching the white clothes.

In a hole in the distance, a bamboo mouse was kicked away by a fat rabbit that came from nowhere. It occupied the opening of the hole and squinted to eat bamboo leaves. Its two big ears dangling made the bamboo mouse scream.

At the end of the song, when I touch the teapot, I feel that the tea is slightly cool, and the cold tea has a special taste.

It is rare that this time I drink tea from a teacup, the scented tea is cool in the throat, and the green tea leaves echo with the bamboo sea.

When the wind blows, the green leaves of the bamboo forest turn and circle and fall all over the ground. I don't know how many green bamboo leaves were accidentally cut off by playing the piano.

The reflection in the cup reflects blue, drinking all the bamboo in the world.

"cough……"

I cover my mouth and close my eyes tightly to suppress the injury. I feel uncomfortable. I really miss my healthy son. I can run, jump and fly without pain. It’s been a long time since I was injured. I haven’t been able to fly in the clouds. Something is missing.

Sigh sighing with emotion.

at this time……

Zheng~!

Guqin crashed in vain! There was a clanging sound for no reason, like a warning!

A faint murderous intent enveloped the bamboo forest, and a few bamboo leaves kept splitting for no reason, as if being cut by inexplicable murderous intent, the birds screamed, and the bamboo rats fled!

Bai Yu's heart was cold, since Qin suddenly made a sound until now, she didn't find anyone nearby at all.

There is only one possibility, that strange visitor is more terrifying than the self in his heyday, who is it?

My heart is anxious, my blood is surging, my mouth is uncomfortable...

"Ahem... who is here?"

the other side.

Vegetable grower Hui Xian was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound of the zither, he threw away his hoe and ran clumsily towards the back mountain bamboo forest, stumbling, bearded and long eyebrows.

The bamboo forest is very quiet, so quiet that the rustling of the vast bamboo sea cannot be heard.

Bai Yu stood up and hugged the guqin tightly to look around. She couldn't see any shadows by sensing infrared rays, couldn't find any peculiar smell by smell, and there was no other sound by vibration sensing, as if everything was as usual and there was nothing!

But his intuition clearly told Bai Yu that there was a powerful existence nearby, who was as calm as a cat playing with a mouse, who could kill him? Who exactly?

"Who is it? Cough...haven't you found the courage yet?"

"as you wish."

I don't know where someone said a word, and then I felt a slightly familiar breath...

Her majestic and disheveled hair covered Danfeng's eyes, her small and slightly protruding nose was breathing in disorder, and her heart with a slow heart rate was beating violently...

In the panic, through the hair, I saw a figure slowly falling from the sky among the bamboo forests!

White Taoist robe with blue cloud patterns, jade crown and sword box, people from the Pure Yang Palace...

Feeling like falling to the bottom of the valley, Bai Yu doesn't know why he suddenly appeared in Zhuquan Temple. No one should know his whereabouts. Dajiang Xingchuan uses the water dragon's energy to cover up the traces of his breath, how could he still find it?

The white silver-patterned shoes land on the green leaves, the Taoist robe is automatic without wind, and the simple and simple sword box behind it is murderous!

There is no need to struggle, even if he was in his heyday, he is no match for him, not to mention that the pitiful one with low combat power can only play the piano to scare people, everything is in vain.

Let go, the Guqin falls and shakes the strings...

Unless it immediately drills into underground rivers and waterways or into large rivers and lakes, it may be closer to fly into the sky and hide in the clouds.

Just now, I wanted to use the bamboo leaves to protect myself with the help of the bamboo artistic conception that I didn't understand much, but I had no choice but to give up. A few floating green bamboo leaves were unable to fall to the ground, and it was superfluous to do anything in front of absolute strength.

Huixian ran along the path panting non-stop, just now he suddenly felt that a scary guy appeared in the bamboo forest behind the mountain, and then there was a sound of strings cracking, he clearly remembered that the white demon said in the morning that he was going to practice in the back mountain Qin, I don't know what kind of enemies this monster has provoked and will be hunted down to this point, so I can't sit idly by anyway.

From a distance, I saw a person falling above the bamboo forest.

"Knife...fall down and stay...stay demon!"

Old Huixian thinks the white demon is good, he helps make money to build temples and listens to his nonsense, it is rare to make friends, and he is also one of the few people who does not regard the old and young in the temple as monsters... the demon, if he dies, he can still be with him in the future Who speaks?

"Don't do anything... How can the place of monkhood be so violent!"

I don't know what kind of breathing exercises Hui Xian has practiced, the sweat on his brow that was running just now turned into the appearance of an eminent monk in an instant.

His long eyebrows fluttered and his white beard was about to drag the ground, when he put his palms together and changed into a kind-hearted look.

"Benefactor, put down the butcher's knife... how about a sword? It's not good if it hurts flowers and plants. A person must have a heart of kindness. What is the difference between a demon and a demon if there is no kindness?"