New White Snake Asking Immortals

Bai Yujun stays in the Southern Wilderness and develops dully.

In the past hundred years, the population of the Central Plains has almost changed several times for nearly three or four generations. The memories of the past disappeared with the death of the old man and buried in the loess. The records of history books are rotten and decayed. eyeball.

Once everyone knew it, but now it is hard to tell whether the legend is true or not.

It’s better to forget who you are, you continue to be pedantic and corrupt, and we will take the lead in entering a new era...

I forget the passage of time in a daze, and practice leisurely every day waiting to evolve. I still remember the hatred of Fu Yaozong back then, at least I have to go to the Mahayana period to settle accounts with those who suffered from the plague.

Be carefree and be the overlord.

Until one day a traveler from Chunyangmen sent a letter.

white house.

As usual, a certain Bai was sitting lazily, with his slender legs resting on the exquisite solid wood desk, and opening a letter from Chunyang while eating. Bai Yujun was a little surprised when he saw the contents of the letter, but it was also expected.

"Master is going to retreat behind the scenes and become an idle real person..."

The five Chunyang sons who ruled the world back then are now separated by two realms. The three who have not yet ascended have continued to protect the Chunyang Palace for hundreds of years. Now Chu Zhe, Gan Wu, and Yang Mu's disciples have grown up and become full-fledged. Xu Qiyun and the low-key Lingxu Jiangli are going to live in seclusion behind the scenes and devote themselves to cultivation. Maybe after a few years, they will ascend one after another, and slowly hand over the Pure Yang Palace to the next generation.

The letter said that Yang Mu is already a real person, and he can take over the lineage of Qingxu.

As one of the three disciples of emotions, Bai Yujun naturally had to go back and get busy. The master retired, and senior brother Qingxu took over as the peak master. Such important events had to go back.

"By the way, Xu Ling...is really a weird person."

Yang Mu's cultivation and combat effectiveness are obvious to all. When the two sects fought, they were the ones who rushed to the front with their swords. The third disciple Bai Yujun also fought fiercely, but the second disciple Xu Ling was confused, and his cultivation was not much slower than Yang Mu.

I don't know where Yu Rong recruited the two monsters back then, and in the end there was a monster disciple...

The letter reminded me to be careful on the road.

Both the Western religion and the monsters are very interested in the only dragon in the world. Bai Yujun is not afraid. No one can do anything to him in the stage of transformation.

This trip may take a year and a half to come back.

As usual, let Mu Duo come to help take care of it and then contact the Qingmu Demon King to take care of it. After confirming that there is nothing missing, he set off to go north without crossing the Central Plains. He went from the southern wasteland to the north via Rongtian Ridge and went straight to the Longmen Desert, making a big circle. Back to God Huashan.

Condensing breath, starry night and journey...

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Shenhua Mountain.

The majestic Huashan Mountain has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and Bai Yujun climbed the mountain wearing the Taoist robe of the Supreme Elder.

The mountain road is steep and difficult to walk, attracting the attention of many young disciples and some young disciples came forward to worship, the Qingxu sign is obvious, and everyone knows that Qingxu Xu Ling on the mountain often goes to the dining room to eat, the only one in the legend The three disciples of the monster Jiaolong in the book are the most mysterious, as long as they guess carefully, they will immediately know Bai Yujun's identity.

Looking at the many young and unfamiliar faces, a certain Bai felt emotional.

"This Shenhua Mountain is becoming more and more unfamiliar..."

I have returned to Huashan several times and felt different. As time passed, I became more and more alienated. When I first transformed into a snake spirit, I competed with my brothers and sisters in martial arts.

I got an unremarkable ranking, went down the mountain together to eliminate evil spirits and ghosts to maintain peace, and met a lot of fellow disciples, most of them have now been buried in the earth, and every time I come back, there are no acquaintances except those few people.

up the hill.

First go to Sanqing Hall, where pilgrims from the mountain often climb the mountain to pilgrimage.

This is a place for worshiping gods for devout believers and pilgrims. On the mountainside platform outside the mountain gate, there is a sea of ​​clouds, pines and thin snow, and the fragrance is wafting.

Respectfully offer incense and then piously kowtow, secretly praying that the Taoist ancestors will take care of you through the dragon transformation disaster.

The pilgrims were astonished and thought they had encountered a fairy descending to earth.

Go through the Sanqing Hall to wash your hands in the clear waterfall pool behind. This is an unwritten rule for the disciples returning to the mountain, which means to wash away the red dust of the world and return to the holy land of the fairy mountain, and wash away the worries about the Taoism.

"The water is so cold."

Back to the mountain, the young disciples were chattering and washing their hands, and some even went to the rocks and waterfalls to get water for drinking when they were thirsty. The eyeballs of a few little boys, Daotong, probably moved their minds about taking a bath and swimming. Dare to be too noisy.

After washing your hands, walk up the stone steps up the mountain.

Walk through the ancient mountain gate.

"Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things..."

"According to the male, keep the female..."

"Live in a good place, have a good heart..."

Standing on the edge of the Tai Chi Square watching the young disciples devote themselves to cultivation, the elder in charge of teaching gave lectures indifferently, and suddenly remembered that he was stealing a teacher from the side hundreds of years ago. At that time...

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, after hundreds of years, Chunyang Palace has not changed, it has become a human being.

Walk slowly towards Qingxu Palace all the way, feeling the grandeur of the fairy family.

There are quite a lot of cranes, the koi carp in the Qingtan stream are fat and big and are almost full, the snow peaks and ancient pines are fragrant with medicinal herbs, and the monks are calm and indifferent without disputes. It is really a good place.

Strolling to the familiar Qingxu Palace, the palaces and pavilions are the same as before, the ancient pine grows slowly and does not change much, and there are many small trees in the back mountain.

"Qingxu Palace is really... quiet."

No wonder it's called Qingxu, it turned out to be really quiet and peaceful, only the breeze rustled the leaves, and the occasional crane chirped, Bai Yujun felt that Qingxu probably meant this.

Yang Mu and Xu Ling stood at the entrance of the main hall.

Yang Mu, who was about to become the peak master of the Qingxu lineage, showed a smile on his face, while Xu Ling rushed over and hugged Bai Yujun, his chest was so heavy that he couldn't breathe, and he was getting bigger...

"Xiaobai~ You've lost weight again~"

"Senior sister has changed a lot compared to before, um, it's really big."

Bai Yujun licked her little tongue and stared at Xu Ling's chest with emotion. This girl can sleep into a hot body every day, but it's a pity that no one can marry this amazing girl. Xu Ling's favorite things are lazy sleep and delicious food.

Xu Ling looked at a certain white chest, immediately bursting with confidence, holding up her chest and raising her head to show off as before...

Three worships and incense in the main hall.

Going around to meet Yu Rong in the back hall, it was rare for Qingxu to gather together. Yu Rong was very happy, happy for Yang Mu's growth, and also happy for the three disciples under his sect.

That night, Bai Yujun cooked twelve dishes in person, and the three of them gathered together to eat delicious food and drink wine, and happily took out their musical instruments to imitate that otherworldly fairy.

Yang Mu doesn't know how to play musical instruments, Xu Ling can only sleep, and he can't let Master play by himself, so Bai Yujun can only play.

After eating happily, Bai Yujun rarely drank a few glasses of baijiu.

Going back to the attic bedroom that has belonged to me for hundreds of years, I slept soundly, my face was flushed with alcohol, I curled up in the bed and dreamed of practicing martial arts competitions and earnestly learning art...

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