New White Snake Asking Immortals

The red glow of the setting sun is all over the white walls, and the food in every family is delicious.

A certain white washed the clothes and washed the curtains, sat on the threshold and dozed off, the sun was warm, and the white dress was dried quickly on bamboo poles. The wind swayed gently, and there was a fresh smell, which smelled very comfortable~

The alley is narrow and the neighbors are close, and the smell of stewed fish is drooling over the small stones on the courtyard wall.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the white walls are gray and the tiles are golden and red, and the birds are chirping and returning to their nests. Today, neither an umbrella nor a single painting was sold, but Huixian sold a few small bamboo carvings. He has lived for so many years. Always good at some crafts, Zhuquan Temple only has bamboo everywhere except for a clear spring.

Old Huixian packed up the goods and closed the door, leading the two children through the door.

"Where is the virtuous old man going?"

Bai Yujun, who was dozing off on the threshold, asked curiously, wondering why she went out during dinner time.

"Hehe, you can't say it, you can't say it~"

Huixian smiled and shook his head, God is there.

Xiao Shitou was dejected and listless, and the snake demon boy followed the master with wooden bowls in their hands, and they did not hesitate to expose the unspeakable and the unspeakable.

"It's alms..."

"Almsgiving is the beginning of becoming an eminent monk. One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi. Knowing so, seeing like this, believing and understanding like this, everything is illusory..."

Little Stone was dizzy and rolled his eyes, and the snake demon boy deliberately walked a few steps slowly to stay away.

The strange flower combination of Zhuquan Temple dangled far away, and Bai Yujun knew that the old Huixian just wanted to save money to restore Zhuquan Temple earlier, and the small ruined temple in the mountain was all three of them.

Seeing that it was getting late, Bai Yujun got up to collect her clothes.

First put away and fold the clothes, stack them together and prepare to put them in the closet. When I was about to close the curtains, I saw a bronze monk striding forward from a distance with a calm and calm face. What's going on? Is the Western religion planning to do it in advance?

But what can such a person do?

On the back mountain of Jinshanyuan, the old monk who was drinking tea and staring at Suzhou and Hangzhou was speechless. It was too late to stop him now...

Bai Yujun was stunned for a moment before regaining her composure. She thought she was sent by the other party. Since she came, she just happened to help fold the curtains. The free labor is not in vain, not to mention that she looks strong.

The monk was about to say a classic line like 'Bold and evil'.

But Bai was the first to speak.

"Pull that end for me, the curtain is too long and it's inconvenient to fold."

"..."

The Silent Monk froze for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the corner of the curtain to help fold it in a daze. He was very skilled. It seemed that he used to do some laundry and drying work, straightening and shaking a few times to fold it.

Bai Yujun is petite, and the monk is as strong as a tower. The scene of folding the curtains is indescribably weird.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome……"

Putting away the curtains and entering the back room of the shop, the monk stood outside and walked either in or out. He could only wait for the monster to finish his work before making a move. He could still tell whether it was a human or a monster.

Behind the willow tree in the far corner, Xu Jiaorong was dumbfounded and didn't understand what was going on, what did folding the curtains have to do with catching monsters...

In the bedroom in the back room, Bai Yujun stepped on a stool to hang the curtains. There was no other way. Things like height cannot be changed by oneself. There is no such thing as the ideal size in some myths and legends. It’s a myth, just listen to it and have fun. , when it is not true.

After I was busy, I suddenly remembered that there was a monk like a tower outside.

The red sun has already set.

As night fell, lanterns and candles lit up everywhere in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

At the door, the monk didn't know whether he should smash the small shop with his fist, but he thought it was better to wait, the banshee didn't escape, she really had horns, it was extremely rare and I don't know what kind of monster it was.

When Bai Yujun went out, she wanted to send this guy away first and then close up for dinner.

"You have something to do with me?"

"You are a demon. I came here to subjugate demons. You have no karma and are clear-sighted. It is not easy for Nian Er to practice. There are two choices. I will beat you to death, and you will never be reborn forever, or you can go to the mountain to convert to my religion. "

Hearing this, Mou Bai was stunned, isn't that how the script goes?

Xiumei frowned slightly.

"Come to fight? You can't beat me,

Let's go, I don't want to kill people these days. "

At the beginning of Huadeng, he should squat next to the copper pot and eat delicious food, instead of competing with a bear-like guy who is more ruthless. Although the opponent's cultivation level is very high, he is definitely not Bai Yujun's opponent.

Being invincible at the same level is not just for fun, but it is not easy to kill. It is not appropriate to turn your face on someone else's territory and before the goal is not achieved.

The monk started to gather energy without saying a word.

Bai Yujun's thermal induction can see that the other party's rich energy and blood are far superior to ordinary people. She is a master of horizontal training, and she takes the path of body training instead of just cultivating the true spirit. It is similar to a demon, or it may be more convenient to deal with demons.

There are many monsters with strong bodies, and it is difficult to deal with them in the mountains or in the city. It is easy to accidentally injure others with spells. If the scene is chaotic, monsters take the opportunity to get close to them and bite them with a few paws.

If you want to fight, then fight~

I feel uncomfortable all day leisurely, and I always have to exercise.

Youzai Youzai took out strips of cloth to tie up her long hair, and tied her cuffs and skirt tightly, revealing her slender figure in a strong outfit.

not moving at all.

The alley is very lively, the neighbor's child broke the dishes and the woman beat and scolded, the shopkeeper of the small restaurant not far away sent the drunk customer out, the man who returned home after a day of messing around was shut out by the wife, the young boy sneaked up on the widow On the wall of the house, there is Xu Jiaorong who is nervous behind the tree.

One person and one monster do it at the same time!

Take two steps forward, lean your body straight forward, use your hind legs hard, and punch, a bronze-colored fist the size of a clay pot, and a delicate little pink fist...

bang~!

The voice was dull, and the bluestone floor tiles under the feet of both sides were all broken.

The force of the fists collided, and the wind blew the white veil off Bai Yujun's head, revealing two small white jade dragon horns. It was definitely evil, no matter whether it was a dragon or a snake, it was different from the human race.

So much strength! Both sides muttered in their hearts at the same time.

Testing the monk's strength with a punch, Bai Yujun bent down abruptly to avoid the opponent's uppercut, and when he squatted halfway, his palm condensed spiritual energy into a sword! Leap with dexterity and strength!

The monk instinctively tilted his head to the other side...

In slow motion, the shining palm almost hit his face, Bai Yujun jumped up and crossed with him, both of them glared at him!

The pedaling force was too great and he ran straight to the opposite white wall, ran across the wall at an almost 90-degree angle for a few steps, turned a corner, and went straight to the strong monk standing there!

Kick and quickly swing your palm sideways, and when you hit the monk's forearm, it feels like you're hitting a rock.

Dang~!

The skin of the monk's arms was golden yellow, as hard as gold and iron. Although it blocked the palm cut, it didn't feel good from his face. There was no invincible defense.

The palm knife is not good enough to switch back to the small fist again, and the white shadows are almost connected together.

Bang bang two punches, the monk was beaten to step on the gravel bricks and retreat continuously...

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