On the skyline, a ray of light rises vertically into the sky.
People from thousands of miles around saw that star passing through layers of white clouds and disappearing into the sky. When it returned, it was billowing with flames, but when it left, it was still domineering. Other gods were elegant and dustless, but a certain white star was like a rocket launching.
Mu was in a low mood and quietly watched Bai Yujun leave.
"Xiaobai, take care..."
The wind is slightly cool.
The rush is still there, and the fragrance of pear flowers is blown away.
Through the body snatchers in his hometown, Bai Yujun understood one thing.
They not only wanted to seize the body and shake the foundation of the ancient world, but also wanted to use the genius of the hunter to hunt down our white dragon, a vicious strategy that killed two birds with one stone. But they forgot one thing, we have more shortcomings and thicker skin.
Do you want to make human races everywhere hate us to the core?
This is not difficult.
The rebel organization tries every possible means to infiltrate into the small world and needs the help of reincarnation to seize the body.
Bai Yujun himself can easily enter and leave the small world, as if he were going home to visit or visit his aunt or uncle, and he also has Tianzhi to act according to his orders. In this way, Bai Yujun is completely invincible in all small worlds, arrogant and rampant, blatantly bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and everyone is invincible. No choice.
The powerful existence cannot come, and it is difficult to trace its traces.
If you want to smear the image of the dragon clan, you need to see who did it, so assassination in secret solves the problem perfectly.
Losing face?
Who can see us doing this?
It can not only save the small world but also kill the souls of strong men. Tsk tsk, don't take it too easy.
A hungry dragon who is good at being Voldemort.
Hidden.
Lurking, sneak attack.
Shameless assassination of weak mortals...
Heaven.
Yaochi female guard camp station.
The general opened the document and read it carefully, his expression gradually changing.
He scratched his forehead and tangled his hair, and finally couldn't help but pick up the seal and stamp the word "secret" on it, completely sealing the document and stuffing it into the corner, and suppressed it with other files.
More and more small worlds are returning to normal, and only a few powerful people know who did it.
Being able to repair the way of heaven is too bizarre. Back then, high-end dragons might have been able to do it, but no one believed that a wild dragon from the lower realms with impure blood could do it.
In fact, Bai Yujun traveled all over the world, feeling depressed and sad and seldom smiled.
Can I really bring peace to the heavens?
Everywhere there is fighting and endless destruction.
Turmoil and war.
There are even demons wreaking havoc and killing.
Use super strength to wipe out the demons in the small world, and create peace under the knife.
Occasionally, some dragon clan ruins, old Dragon Palace sites, and dragon clan relics are found. Most of them are small dragon clan with low magic power. In comparison, the dragon clan ruins in Longmian World are of a more special type. They are powerful and numerous, especially in the extreme northern ice plains. The Black Dragon Tomb below is the strongest.
In addition, some mythical beasts and ferocious beasts scattered in the small world were discovered.
Mainly weak cubs.
Walking and stopping, my footprints are all over the heavens.
Later, perhaps the rebel organization realized that it had suffered heavy losses and achieved nothing, so it simply took back the souls that had landed in various places. At least they were still capable of fighting while they were still alive. Sending them to the small world was simply a stupid move to die. It was a bad move.
Bai Yujun found that the souls of the people who seized the body were gone, but he still continued.
Without the stowaways, loopholes and gaps still exist.
A Bai concentrated on sewing and mending.
During this period, Qing Ling came to the fairy world and lived in Zhuquan Temple. Monkeys also lived here. Occasionally, they would go down the mountain to plant rice in spring and harvest in autumn, challenge the surrounding immortals and monsters, or follow the iron ball to rob tombs, and happily beat up ancient zombies. and the Ghost King.
Lao Huixian was diligent in growing vegetables.
The snake boy patrols the ruined temple to catch rats.
Little Stone and Monkey Iron Ball have become brothers, sharing a piece of bacon together.
Influenced by a certain white.
Living another fairy life.
…
Three hundred years later.
Time flies in an instant, and time is hard to get credit for...
A remote town outside Zhuquan Mountain. Perhaps because the old Huixian lived on the mountain, the town was peaceful and peaceful, with no natural or man-made disasters. Although it was remote, it was self-sufficient. People in the village said that there were gods living in Feilaixian Mountain. Gradually, Feilaifeng Became a legend.
"Passers-by come in to have a cup of tea, quench their thirst and rest~"
"The piglets born that year can eat and grow fast~"
"Steamed buns~ Grandma Sun's steamed buns are big and delicious. I'll be hungry and energetic on the road~"
The blacksmith rolled up his sleeves and hit the hoe.
The medicine collector led his apprentices into the mountains with a medicine basket on his back.
Stone Daddy makes a smoking pole on the doorstep, Ah Hua Niang holds down Ah Hua and spanks her butt with a feather duster, she is too old and her eyesight is dim to do housework, a civet cat climbs a tree, a yellow dog barks around a tree, a water buffalo jumps into the mud of a rice field to have fun, a martial arts ranger Smile like a spring breeze.
The old bridge in the town is made of bluestone.
Passing under the Qingshui Bridge, the blue sky is reflected, the bridge is locked in white clouds, and fish swim up and down in the sky.
There is a fruit tree next to the bridge.
The fruit is reddish and green, and you can just pick the fruit while standing on the bluestone arch bridge.
At this time, a slender girl wearing a bamboo hat walked onto the bluestone arch bridge. A bamboo flute was tied to the waist of a long coarse cloth skirt. Her weapon was wrapped in coarse cloth. She lifted the bamboo hat with her jade fingers and saw the green fruits on the tree.
Reaching out to pick it off...
The three girls ran across the bridge laughing and joking.
The colorful windmill spins very fast.
"Sister~ You can't eat the raw fruit~ It will cause your teeth to fall out if it is sour~"
Bai Nenyu paused with her fingers, but still stubbornly picked out a fruit that looked pleasing to the eye, and wiped it with her clothes. It was very moist, looked good, and was particularly fragrant.
Click~
"Bah! It's really raw."
Bai Yujun threw the sour fruit into the water under the bridge.
The reflection rippled, attracting a group of small fish to gather around. The length of the little finger is too long to eat. Small fish are like this, and they will gather around to watch anything thrown at them.
There are homes where there is water, and water for drinking, cooking, washing, and irrigation is indispensable for everything.
More than three hundred years.
Finally got a chance to slow down and rest.
"Blooming flowers and flowing water under the bridge. Time has forgotten me, but I can't forget time. Alas, I'll take the time to go to Daomen Fairy Mountain to understand the nature of Taoism."
Take a leisurely stroll through the small mountain town.
It was nice, no snake catchers and no snakeskin instruments.
Enter a simple teahouse.
"Staff, a bowl of tea, lighter, in a big porcelain bowl."
"Okay~ Girl, wait a minute~"
Crude tea was quickly served, and boiling water was used to scald the lips. They held the bowls with both hands and blew air while listening to the chatter of the townspeople in the teahouse. The music played in front of them was too unpleasant, and one of the three strings was broken. The blind man shook his head towards the pillars and played the piano randomly. The tea guests They were all listening to the ranger, a burly man with hair all over his body, describing the scenery outside.
"So tired..."
I leaned against the wall and was too lazy to move. I really wanted to sleep for hundreds of years.
The energy field is activated unconsciously, and the vast auspiciousness drives away evil, which invisibly improves the feng shui and destiny of the town. It is certainly a good place for real dragons to stay and rest.
After the blind man finished singing, he stood up and saluted the pillar to thank him for the money. He was sincere and sincere.
With a feeling in mind, I turned around and saw the kind-hearted old man Hui Xian in the town entrance from a distance.
Through the art of fortune-telling, he knew that there was a funeral in a family outside the town. There was no doubt that Lao Huixian must have performed rituals in order to get the money for the bricks and tiles from the temple. He spent a small amount of money to get a truly enlightened monk to visit him. After making a lot of money, he changed to Bai Yujun. Serving as Lao Huixian's agent ensures that the temple will be destroyed and turned into an imperial city.
"Wise old man, here, here~"
Old Huixian smiled and turned his head, then stopped when he saw his appearance clearly.
as if……
The majestic power of Huanghuang was unstoppable, its momentum was thick, and its vague imperial aura made old Huixian's heart tremble. What on earth did this dragon do? I'm scared to death every time I meet!
He turned around and wanted to run.
"I'll treat you to tea."
Old Huixian, who originally wanted to slip away, was shocked.
He turned around calmly, with a gentle smile on his old face, secretly thinking that he wouldn't have to pay for the treat, but he could take the opportunity to drink a few more bowls of tea. Although the Stingy Dragon was weird, he was indeed rich.
He smiled and greeted everyone in the teahouse, sat down skillfully, and asked the shopkeeper to bring three bowls of tea.
"Bai Donor, the poor monk's name is Hui Xian."
