The rain hits the banana leaves with sadness.
In front of the door, Zhang Wan stared at the vast misty rain with a sense of loss, her eyes were confused, and occasionally she stretched out her hand to touch her swollen belly. Only the fetus in her belly could restore her a little bit of energy.
Ever since I could remember, I had never left the house, stayed in the attic all day long and worked as a prostitute, until one day my mother told me that I wanted to get married, to a young man named Wang from Wangjiaji. At that time, I had expectations. There is shyness and difficulty in letting go.
But I never knew what that person looked like. When I came to visit, I had to stay in the boudoir and couldn't come out. I didn't know anything and it was all decided by my parents.
Sewing wedding dresses, embroidering, staying at home and not going out.
What is the world outside the door like...
When the auspicious day arrives, there is banging going on outside, and you can’t see anything when you cover your head. You follow the matchmaker closely, do whatever the matchmaker asks you to do, and then sit alone in the deserted bridal chamber and wait.
In the evening, Zhang Wan met the man she would rely on for the rest of her life for the first time.
I can't tell whether I like it or not. I haven't seen anyone else since I was sensible. Maybe this is the life of a woman. She grew up in a muddle and got married in a muddle. She originally thought she could live in muddle-headedness for the rest of her life, but she had a lot of bad luck. The only thing in her life was The person who relied on was harmed...
The sky is falling.
Kefu Kezi, an extinct family, a widow...
I was confused until I found out that I had a child in my belly, and finally there was a glimmer of light in my life.
Then, the girl surnamed Bai kept following him.
I looked at the busy girls in the courtyard. I had many questions that I wanted to say but couldn't. The girl surnamed Bai didn't seem to care about anything. Well, she only cares about gold bars now.
The infinite melancholy turned into a sigh.
"Oh...it would be nice if the rain could stop for a while..."
Bai Yujun looked back at Zhang Wan.
"Okay, let's stop for a while and then go down again at noon."
After saying that, she lowered her head and continued busy. Zhang Wan thought that she was just talking casually to make herself happy. Apart from being aloof, she was actually a good person, maybe even experts were like this.
Suddenly, the rain stopped...
Zhang Wan was stunned and looked at the sky, which was still gloomy. Bai Yujun was still making oil-paper umbrellas around the edge of the thatched pavilion in the courtyard.
Why... why did the rain stop suddenly?
After thinking about it, I thought it might be a coincidence. Such a supernatural event that was beyond the scope of understanding did not take it to heart. It was good that the rain had stopped. The old lady kept mumbling about digging some lotus roots to make sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice lotus root.
In the pavilion, Bai Yujun put the umbrella stand aside, picked up another paper umbrella painted with tung oil and started painting.
I carefully drew a very lazy sheep demon...
The old woman walked out with a bamboo basket, saying she was going to dig lotus roots. Bai Yujun thought it would be better to catch a few more fish and add vegetables. Just eating lotus roots was too bland and tasteless, or she could kill chickens and make a pot of bamboo fungus stewed chicken.
Bring the painted paper umbrellas indoors to dry. The recent rainy days have had a great impact on making paper umbrellas.
It was rare that the rain stopped, and the villagers were busy working. They took advantage of the rain to finish the delayed work. The four brothers of the Wang family lost their big house and had to live in a few shabby thatched houses temporarily. They could not build new houses during the rainy season. They cursed and fought with each other at home all day long. , as if he had completely forgotten that his deceased brother had a widow.
noon.
The old lady cooked a lot of dishes, and several people sat around to eat. It started drizzling outside the window again.
Zhang Wan looked out the window and then at Bai Yujun, dumbfounded...
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Bai Yujun relied on deception for another two months.
Zhang Wan was about to give birth in about a month, and the originally hidden Xingqi machine became looming again. Bai Yujun made some calculations and felt that after the child was born, it would be completely hidden and no one would be able to see it.
It is said that the birth of many important people is auspicious. For example, when a certain person is born, Ganoderma lucidum grows on the pillars of the house and smells fragrant, or clouds fall from the sky on the roof, or crows crow, which indicates that evil people will come to the world. Various omens indicate that the person born is extraordinary or not. Know whether it is true or false.
Bai Yujun was very tired.
Disturbing the energy and dragon veins of a place must not bring disaster to the people, disrupting the energy system and interfering with the search of some uninvited guests. I don't know how long it can be hidden. It is certain that it will not stop before the child is born.
Move a stool, wear a raincoat and a bamboo hat and sit by the lake fishing.
Zhang Wan was too fragile to be frightened. Bai Yujun used the chaotic energy of the earth to cover up his whereabouts and lured the incoming enemies to the lake to deal with him. It was not known whether the visitor had money and how much property he had brought with him. Life was not easy. He picked up the rags of murder and explosive equipment and sold them. It is a shortcut to making a fortune.
Gently flick the bamboo pole and throw the fishhook far away. Hold your chin with your palm and slowly wait for the fish to take the bait.
The mist clings to the lake and drifts towards the distant mountains, and the girl in white sitting by the lake is looming. Having a lake is equivalent to a home battle, doubling the normal combat effectiveness.
By the lake, Bai Yujun, who was taking a nap, opened his red phoenix eyes.
"I didn't expect that the first person to come to the door was an evil thing. He has some abilities, much stronger than any big sect."
He looked up at the dark cloudy sky.
"The sun is hidden, and all kinds of ghosts and monsters dare to jump out. Sure enough, you can't see the light."
Extract the water vapor and condense it on a slender horizontal knife beside you. With a flick of your finger, the water knife flies away with a whining sound breaking through the air. It sticks to the water surface and rolls the mist into the distance.
Now I can use sword control very smoothly, but I still remember that I only learned the sword sucking technique back then.
There is so much skill in wielding a sword. He can take a person's head from a thousand meters away. I don't know how those rookies who are struggling to learn the art of sword handling would feel when they find out that a certain demonic beast has learned it better than them.
In the distance, an elegant scholar who was on his way looked up and saw something flying towards him...
The picture in front of him was shaking and shaking. What the scholar saw before he died was a honeysuckle in the grass.
After the scholar's death, the body decomposed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The carrion was dark, the ghosts were howling, and the water knife that originally penetrated the chest collapsed and turned into water stains.
A mere evil cultivator in the Qi refining stage is not worthy of drawing a sword. Bai Yujun just threw a water knife and ignored him.
The float swayed, and with a slight flick of the bamboo pole, I lifted up a five-pound carp. I skillfully removed the hook and put it into the bamboo basket. I changed the bait and continued fishing.
The intrusion of that low-level evil cultivator seemed to break the tranquility of Wangjiaji.
The funny thing is that the first ones to be found are evil cultivators and demonic cultivators. Evil cultivators always have some special ways to get there first. Bai Yujun feels sad for those big sects.
A sigh came from the lake.
"Sigh... If you have heavy weapons with you, you will definitely look good to your turtle grandson."
Without heavy weapons, Snake always feels like something is missing. Playing spells and so on is too awkward. Snakes are born to fight in close combat. They like to see heavy weapons smash the enemy's skull.
Three days later, the demonic cultivators came to attack.
The Demon Sect lies dormant in the Central Plains, sucks people's blood and souls to practice magic skills, and constantly causes disasters and troubles. From the war at Nanyuan Lake more than two hundred years ago to the chaotic war in the Southern Wilderness more than ten years ago, the Demon Sect has its shadow. Good things never happen. If you can do it, there will be a lot of bad things. Since the human race will definitely have to come and interfere with the star when it is born, it doesn't matter whether it succeeds or not. Whether there is fruit on the tree, let's hit a few poles first.
A fight broke out on the east side of the lake.
The lake water stirred and rumbled endlessly, and the mist agitated accompanied by the roar of beasts...
In the mist.
Bai Yujun stepped on the lake water and swung his knife to drive the water vapor and slash it down hard!
Split the demon cultivator's weapon, and the sharp blade slashed into the chest!
"You...you are Chunyang...the third disciple of Qingxu..."
The demon cultivator knew who the other party was before he died, but it was too late.
"Correct answer, no reward."
He drew the knife, brought out a handful of blood, and swung the knife again to cut his head in half. The golden elixir-level demon cultivator who had been in power for many years died in this ordinary small village.
The demon cultivator was angry and gathered all his soul power to attack Bai Yujun before his consciousness dissipated!
There was no battle in the sea of consciousness and no risk of losing one's body. That kind of skill was simply untouchable at the current level. Bai Yujun just used the Pure Yang Technique to Transform the Three Pure Ones to disperse the soul power.
From the beginning of the fight to the end, the whole process took less than a cup of tea.
They searched for the body and took away all the valuables. Afraid of contaminating the lake, they dug a hole and buried it in a place with bad feng shui, and continued fishing by the lake.
The breeze slowly spread the thick fog, and the fighting scene just now was not seen by the villagers. They just heard loud noises from the other side of the lake, and they thought it was someone setting off firecrackers.
The slender little hands adjusted the coir raincoat, trying to hide the body under the coir raincoat to avoid the rain, but did not use his talent.
The big white goose squawked and swam past.
White geese like to raise their necks high and shout loudly. A group of big white geese swim past, leaving behind a fallen white goose feather.
Bai Yujun tried hard not to imagine stewing goose in an iron pot, and decided to go back and make a pot of spicy boiled fish tonight, adding more peppercorns to enhance the flavor. Alas, the spicy taste will affect the sense of smell...
In the evening, I put away my fishing rod and carried the fish basket back to the small courtyard.
The night in the mountains is extremely dark, with weak candlelight illuminating the small house. Several women and a monster gathered around the fire pot to eat boiled fish. Bai Yujun cooked it himself. I'm about to get rheumatoid arthritis.
The carp is very big, and there is no medicine or feed in the fish pond. It has a mellow taste and is so steaming that you will almost eat it.
During the meal, Zhang Wan occasionally stared at Bai Yujun, as if she had something on her mind.
After the meal, the others went to bed. Zhang Wan tiptoed to Bai Yujun, who was still painting the paper umbrella, and quietly watched the brush draw strange paintings on the oil paper umbrella.
After Bai Yujun finished drawing an umbrella, he put it aside and took another one to continue drawing.
a long time.
"Miss Bai."
"Um."
His hands kept moving, stroke by stroke, drawing landscapes or... a particularly lazy sheep demon.
"I saw you fighting with others, were you protecting me?"
"yes."
"I'm just an ordinary country woman, why would anyone want to harm me..."
Zhang Wan asked again. She didn't understand. She didn't understand why her life had changed and became strange and scary.
Hearing this, Bai Yujun paused slightly, thinking about how to answer.
"Fate, everyone has his or her destiny. There is no way to escape. All you can do is face it and never give up. Your destiny is destined to be extraordinary in the future, and you will have to wait for many years."
It’s rare to say a lot at once.
"Can you protect me..."
"I'll do my best. If I can't beat the opponent... I'll be happy for myself."
Zhang Wan smiled bitterly. She didn't know Bai Yujun's true purpose of helping her, nor her true identity, but she knew that she was really protecting herself. If she failed, what would she do?
Everyone has his or her destiny, and all we can do is accept it.
I hope she can win... I want to talk about "The New White Snake Asks the Immortal" with more like-minded people," and talk about favorite books with more book friends
