The old monk Huixian led the little stone to meditate and chant sutras by the lake all day long.
The big white goose of the village leader squawked in front of an old man and a young man, and the white hair floated on the green water and the red palms stirred the clear waves. The two masters and apprentices remained motionless as if they were gods. The villagers were even more astonished as gods, and brought fast food to their masters every day. The two of them eat it.
Lakeside.
Xiao Shitou looked up at his master just now.
"Master, how many more days are we going to sit here?"
"Don't be anxious, stay for three to five days and then leave."
"It will take a long time..."
Xiao Shitou misses the birds and tranquility in the mountains. Sitting by the lake every day is boring. Children are naturally restless and can't stand it. Even though they don't have to pull weeds and work here, they just don't feel comfortable.
"If we stay here for a few days, the villagers will feel relieved and can farm until sunrise and rest at sunset. Anyway, the big monster should not harm people."
"Monsters...really won't harm people?" Xiao Shitou looked at Huixian with wide eyes.
"Who knows..."
Huixian muttered and remained silent. Looking at the lake quietly, watching the white geese playing in the water, watching the mountains and rivers reflected in the lake, the calm water flooding the Wang family courtyard, the white walls and the green water, it has a unique artistic conception.
Turning to look at the entrance of the village, a fortune teller holding a banner came to Wangjiaji...
The strange phenomena in Wangjiaji are not obvious. Occasionally, a gentleman who passes by and has real information will notice that this place is strange, but due to his lack of knowledge and knowledge, he does not understand what the magic is. Out of curiosity, he will go to the village to check.
But the more I looked at it, the more confused I became. . The earth's veins are chaotic, the luck is misty, and there is no clue.
Bai Yu sat at the door to bask in the sun, using the sun to raise his body temperature. If he didn't bask in the sun now, he wouldn't be able to bask in it during the rainy season, so he should cherish it.
He raised his eyelids and saw the gentleman passing by the door.
Most of the fortune tellers who come to this Wangjiaji have some ink. It is impossible for a liar to notice anything unusual here. Just come. If you don’t believe that you can find the general star by modifying the disordered earth veins, isn’t this guy just in front of you? I guess I think the lake is unusual.
They are just idle gentlemen, not Bai Yuchui. No one in the world understands the earth's veins better than himself.
No matter how noisy you want, let's bask in the sun.
The sweet-scented osmanthus trees rustled in the wind, and the waves of the lake crashed against the embankment. The people of Wangjiaji finally realized that they could use the lake to raise fish. . The small lake at the entrance is large and looks like a natural fish pond.
Anyway, the water has flooded the fields, so I might as well raise fish so that I can eat them myself and sell them, or dry them and keep them for the winter.
Wangjiaji began to discuss fish farming matters.
Unconsciously, dark clouds came from the sky to block the sun, and it started to drizzle. The old monk Huixian led the little stone to live in the village and continued to slay the monsters. The villagers felt that the old monk Huixian must deter the water monsters before the fish pond was completed. Little did they know that the master and apprentice were just going through the motions.
Bai Yu hasn't made an oil-paper umbrella in the past two days.
It was misty and rainy, and the green mountains and green water were covered by clouds and fog. It would be a pity not to go to the lakeside on such a beautiful day. I also advertised the oil paper umbrella I made, but I couldn't recruit anyone, so I had to be a model myself.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with landscape paintings, Bai Yu deliberately changed into a Hanfu with a curved train. With long hair reaching her waist and a cold expression, she stood quietly by the lake.
In the misty rain, my eyes are bewildered, and the orchid boat is parked in the west of the bridge.
The breeze mixed with the smell of the lake water blew by, and the people by the lake stood still. Apart from advertising his oil-paper umbrella, Bai Yu was still waiting for someone to come looking for the general star.
The sky in the east is red, which means that someone will come from the east today, and the person coming is not good.
The drizzle seems to fall on my heart.
Sometimes Bai Yu really wishes that he is a real master like Gan Wu, who can kill all the enemies in front of him with a single word of "selflessness and no sword", and his fierce momentum is not afraid of anyone.
Gan Wu is a sword cultivator. Well, when his sword skills are perfected, he will become a sword cultivator.
Speaking of which... I have never understood any profound sword skills or artistic conception of swordsmanship. Most of the time, I just use them casually. I am very thorough about wind, rain, rivers and lakes. I am not very proficient in killing techniques. My level of taking care of one side of the world has skyrocketed, which seems a bit... Going astray.
Stretching out his hand, his slender white palm stretched out beyond the coverage of the paper umbrella, and the rainwater brushed against the edge of his palm without touching it.
Pinch your fingers together and immediately gather the nearby rainwater into your palm to form a ball of water.
The palm of his hand shook violently, and the water ball collapsed. It turned into water vapor and formed several small clouds. The small clouds rained, as if they were no different from this world.
At the entrance of the village, a monk came.
Rather than calling him a monk, the word Arhat is more appropriate. He has broad shoulders, a round body, and a body as strong as a bear. He has bronze skin, his shoulders are strong enough to hold a crescent shovel, and he is bare-chested. There is a fist-sized black bead hanging on his chest. The footprints left by his straw sandals are twice as big as others. Holding an umbrella, striding forward in the rain.
By the lake, Baiyu's position just blocks the road into the village.
The Arhat stopped in his tracks, calmly calming down, staring at the woman by the lake with his big eyes. Under the oil-paper umbrella was a young girl, who was changing spells in her hands, and he felt a strong murderous aura.
"Why are you blocking the road?" Arhat asked.
"There is no way here. Please go back."
Bai Yu kept looking at the lake without turning around. The golden elixir stage Arhat monk, with strong qi and blood and physical cultivation, completely restrained him. He was just thinking about how to force him back as quickly as possible if the opponent refused to give up.
If the Western religion discovers the General Star, it will not be just an Arhat monk. The only possibility is that many sects and sects will cast a wide net to search for the chosen one. The Wang family's earth energy is disordered and there is no trace to be found, and the first-level physical cultivation will not find it. Therein lies the mystery.
"No way? The road is at the foot of Sajia. Are you... a monster?"
"You have a good vision. This is my place of cultivation. Please come back."
Hearing this, the Arhat laughed, starting with a chuckle, then the laughter grew louder and louder, and turned into a hearty laugh, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and he burst into tears from laughter.
Bai Yu was also laughing, as long as he deceived the other party, nothing else mattered.
"Hahaha~ Even a mere monster dares to take over the mountain and become the king~ Let the Sa family conquer the monsters and save the people from the fire and water!"
"Death to the evildoer!"
The shirtless Arhat roared angrily. . Charge like a humanoid dinosaur!
Bai Yu sighed. He didn't have time to make weapons, so now he had to use a horizontal sword to fight long soldiers. We really can't delay the matter of weapons. Fortunately, we have a strong body.
Putting down the oil-paper umbrella, he drew his knife, and the sharp horizontal knife with a faint fluorescent light cut through the rain.
The weapon clashed hard and suffered a loss. When the fight was about to take place, he changed his sword skills to block the crescent shovel. The blade passed over the long handle of the crescent shovel and scratched out a few sparks...
Seeing the monster approaching and wanting to use his fists and kicks, the Arhat sneered and punched his opponent!
At the same time, Bai Yu also raised his small fist to face the big clay pot fist, and snake scales appeared on the back of his hand!
Two fists, one big and one small, touch...
As if they were as different in size as a watermelon and a peach, each fight was a competition of strength and physique. It was as if the weapons were just external objects. Both sides had absolute confidence in their physical strength.
Bang~!
A shock wave erupted in the middle of the fist, shattering the raindrops and turning them into mist that spread in a circular shape...
