New White Snake Asking Immortals

It's snowing in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

The West Lake is as calm and calm as a mirror, reflecting the snow-white willow trees by the lake, and the snowflakes falling into the lake and disappearing. Originally, there were some scholars by the lake who wanted to enjoy the snow and drink wine.

The black clouds were overwhelming, dark and gloomy, and there were thick snow clouds in the sky. For some reason, the clouds were getting thicker and thicker, as if they were close at hand.

The city was no longer noisy and bustling, and people stayed at home to keep warm and avoid the cold.

Whenever it snows in winter, there will always be refugees going to the big city to beg for food. An Tianxia's strategy is to stay hungry and eat. The problem is that no one can control the speed well. Many people have no clothes or food, and they bring their families into the city to beg for a living.

At this time, it is often the time when the so-called reckless heroes emerge, and they are called the so-called common people.

There are too many refugees inside and outside the city of Suzhou and Hangzhou, which is not normal...

Bai Yujun gave all the paintings in the shop to Lao Huixian. In recent days, she has painted about a dozen of them. Selling them all is probably enough to rebuild Zhuquan Temple. After all, the small temple is not big.

Looking at the empty shop, I feel a little bit reluctant.

Bai Yujun has already discovered some abnormalities outside the city and even inside the city, guessing that someone wants to rebel.

Suzhou and Hangzhou are big cities, and they can get a lot of military pay and food after they are taken down. There are always some pretentious bloodthirsty people who want to conquer the world. In fact, it is not much different from the original Southern Wilderness Forest.

However, these have nothing to do with a certain white.

He put on a thick red and white-edged fluffy cloak and went out, holding an oil-paper umbrella to cover the snow.

"It's so cold..."

Tighten the cloak and put on the hood, the white cloth boots creaked on the snow, and walked unhurriedly in Osmanthus Alley.

A few days ago, Xu Xian asked Bai Yujun to go to Jinshanyuan to enjoy the snow. There were too many refugees in the West Lake and it was chaotic. Only Jinshanyuan was as calm as ever, and the boat ride in the snow was not interesting. It is said that Jinshanyuan has a talented person to hold a poetry meeting to sing about winter. Snow, it can only be said that there are frozen bones on the road of rich wine and meat, and if you want to hurt the spring and autumn, you must eat enough.

The two-story boat painting leaves the pier, the river surface is light and misty, and the big boat sails through the ripples and snow to Jinshanyuan.

Although the Suzhou-Hangzhou River is not frozen, it is actually still very cold. Standing on the boat, you can feel the damp and cold wind as if it penetrated into the bones. Bai Yujun and Xu Xian stood together, holding a white plum blossom oil-paper umbrella, enjoying the scenery on the river.

The heavy snowfall cannot stop the fishermen from making a living, and the fishermen wear straw hats and bamboo hats to fish for a living.

Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow.

Although the poems are good but real, they are not so poetic. The poems and songs are more of a kind of imagination and longing. Who doesn't want to stay at home and drink wine in cold weather.

"Look, there are so many birds in the air~"

Xu Xian pointed to a group of egrets in the distance, flapping their wings and flying across the river in the snow.

Bai Yujun smiled, this kind of scenery is still very good, it is better than watching those refugees sigh.

"It's cold, the water is cold, egrets are flying, the snow is too heavy, maybe..."

A shock!

wrong! Too many birds!

Bai Yujun's hearing is strong, and she can hear chirping and air trembling in the vast river and snow in the distance. This sound was only heard by the locust flying when she went down the mountain to rescue the disaster. The cold winter snow is definitely not locusts, so it can be sure that it is countless birds. Flying all over the world!

Birds and beasts often have the ability to perceive disasters in advance, and Bai Yujun also has it.

Inexplicable palpitations and panic, it seems that terror is coming...

"A lot of fish in the water!"

Someone shouted at the bow of the boat, and everyone on the boat approached the side of the boat to look at the river. Sure enough, they saw countless fish, big and small, swimming randomly in the water. Not so peaceful.

The onlookers didn't see the clues. The way of heaven is that if you gain something, you will lose it. While human beings gain various benefits, their sensory ability is extremely weak. Even monks can hardly perceive natural disasters.

Bai Yujun felt terrified when she felt her heart beating loudly. Compared with other birds, beasts and even monsters, Jiaolong was more sensitive to certain things...

"Miss Bai, are you feeling unwell? Go and rest in the cabin.

"

"It's okay, we'll be docking soon."

The painted boat approached the Jinshanyuan wharf amidst the chirping birds in the sky. Not only the boats on the river, but also inside and outside the city of Suzhou and Hangzhou, and even the Jinshanyuan. Dogs barking and anxious, many people scolding their cats and dogs is still useless, cows and horses neighing, jumping and rampaging!

People panicked and knelt down to pray to God, but it was useless.

When the boat docked, the chaotic animals suddenly returned to calm, as if there had never been anything unusual.

But Bai Yujun's feeling of foreboding is getting stronger and stronger. Before the storm, it is always calm. It feels weird. Could it be that God is helping her own dragon?

It would be so much easier if that was the case...

No matter how the West taught those masters how to think and guess, Bai Yujun and Xu Xian slowly climbed the mountain, watched and played around, and occasionally went to listen to talented scholars reciting poems.

The sky is getting more gloomy, and it seems that there will be a blizzard far exceeding normal.

There is a hundreds-year-old ginkgo tree in front of the gate of Jinshanyuan, but there are no golden leaves and only bare branches. It is covered with red cloth and is called a sacred tree by pilgrims. A certain white likes ginkgo. There is one tree that hunted and ate away from natural enemies in those years. Except for the cracks in the rocks, only the ginkgo tree brings a little peace.

Later, he still practiced breathing on the ginkgo tree.

The dead branches of the old trees are covered with white snow, and the trunks and lower branches are covered with brand new or faded red cloth strips. When the breeze blows, the red cloth strips sway and flutter, making it look deserted.

Under the tree, Bai Yujun wearing a red velvet cloak with white trim looked up at the old tree.

"Young Master Xu."

"Look at this old tree covered with white snow. It looks like it's dead, but it's actually full of vitality. When spring returns, it will grow green leaves. Spring buds will stretch, and autumn leaves will fall and dead branches will accumulate snow. The cycle goes back and forth again and again."

Bai Yujun continued talking, while Xu Xian listened quietly.

"Why do you need to ask more about Fusheng, only this Fusheng is a dream."

A line of poetry is full of many words. After finishing this sentence, there is only the rustling of snow. Xu Xian can't understand it. Isn't that what big trees look like? Leaves fall in winter and sprout in spring. Old trees are deserted. Those talented people have no interest in staying under the tree. , Go to other scenery in groups to enjoy.

The red cloth strips hanging on the tree trunks and low branches swayed, and the sound of wooden fish came from the ancient temple...

Osmanthus Alley.

Lao Huixian arranged for Xiao Shitou to take good care of the shop and guard the silver taels used to rebuild Zhuquan Temple in the house. He was full of sadness and the guardian spirit beast snake demon boy boarded the small wooden boat, and learned that Bai Yujun had gone to Jinshan Courtyard and saw birds and beasts swimming around. After Yu was abnormal, he had an ominous premonition. What he cared about was not his fellow Jinshanyuan, but a certain monster who was different from others.

The snake demon boy yawned and rowed the boat clumsily. Old Huixian stood at the bow of the boat in a ragged cotton coat and long robe wearing a bamboo hat.

The small wooden boat shattered the thin ice on the water.

Squeaking leisurely across the mottled stone arch bridge covered with snow, passing by white walls and gray tiles.

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