Qingming wine, Guyu tea.
When you have nothing to do, sit in a teahouse and brew a pot of crude tea, chat with old friends, and temporarily forget about the hard work and enjoy the afternoon. It is very comfortable. In life, you must have some free time to sit on the bench and idle away.
Other gods, demons, ghosts and so on often sit in the cave for hundreds of years.
Come to Moubai, what is retreat?
Old Huixian drank a bowl of tea and seemed to have forgotten the imperial aura of the white dragon in front of him. The old man was relatively calm. Maybe he put it down the moment he picked it up. If he didn't pick it up, he would put it down.
"Almsgiver Bai, this poor monk wants to go to the seaside to beg for alms, but I don't know where to go?"
Bai Yujun, who was pouring tea, was stunned.
Tea spilled...
I noticed that my fingers were extremely hot.
Put it in your mouth to cool down, and boiling water won't damage the dragon's claws.
The tea shop owner and a few rough and strong men were dumbfounded and swallowed hard. The passing escorts and rangers miraculously abided by the law and did not come forward to tease them. The security of the town far exceeded that of the capital.
"Old man Hui Xian, where is the farthest place you...have ever been?"
"The farthest place you've been?"
Moubai nodded.
Huixian stroked his beard and thought about it for a long time.
"Eighty years ago, Monkey Donor and I traveled east for half a year and visited another country. Later, we had to return to Zhuquan Temple due to war. It should be very close to the sea, right?"
"Did you go there on foot?"
"No, no."
The old monk shook his head firmly.
"fine."
"There is a section of the waterway where you can take a boat. The monkey donor is very good at craftsmanship and the wooden boat can withstand the wind and waves."
"Well……"
Where can you go on foot for half a year and still want to see the sea?
Bai Yujun himself has been flying day and night for three years and still can't see the sea. At most there are a few lakes and swamps, or vast and vast rivers. If he wants to see the sea, he can't smell the salty smell even if he turns into a withered skeleton.
He helped Lao Huixian pour a bowl of rough tea, sighed with pity, and decided to take the time to take them to see the sea.
"Speaking of the sea, when I traveled through the heavens, I once visited a sea world. There was no land, no city-states, and only a few small islands and volcanoes."
The steam from the boiling bowl of tea was hazy, covering her pretty face and blocking her sight.
Back to that year in a trance...
The huge waves and the white spray lift up the overlapping peaks.
The giant whale is riding the waves. In the sky, Bai Yujun is suspended in the storm. I witness countless huge whales playing in the waves. The special cry is heard thousands of miles away. There are even giant whales spreading their wings and gliding, fighting the storm, showing the splendor of life.
Maybe it has the bloodline of Kunpeng, or maybe it's just some kind of special giant beast, it doesn't matter, it's very surprising anyway.
There is no human race, and there is no sea country.
Purely primitive ocean world.
I was very happy at that time. I transformed back into my true form, the giant dragon, and controlled the typhoon. I dived into the turbulent waves like tsunamis, chased flying fish, and rolled down from the top of the waves. As the top predator in the sea, all the monsters in the ocean world surrendered.
He truly became the overlord.
Dive into the deep sea.
The undersea cliff is drilled through, and the rough and majestic Dragon Palace is majestic and domineering.
Unfortunately, it has now become a marine life paradise.
In the world of the sea, Bai Yujun can control the weather, storms, tornadoes, and even condense super typhoons as he pleases. It's great to be free.
When you’ve had enough fun, fly to an extremely cold place.
Break off the iceberg and push the huge iceberg like a mountain into the tropical sea.
The ocean was boiling that day, and all kinds of sea monsters gathered around the glacier, attracting countless ordinary marine creatures, which satisfied a certain dragon's penchant for mischief and played in a variety of ways.
Of course, a lot of sea water and creatures were installed in the world of the small broken ball, but I didn’t dare to install too much.
Afraid of destroying the balance of the original world.
Each small world contains a little bit, and a little adds up to a lot.
The hazy water vapor drifted away, and the leisurely teahouse was still in front of us.
Take a sip of tea.
Mortals can't see his true face. With his eyes, Old Huixian saw a certain person with white-pointed ears dangling, happily wagging his dragon tail, and taking a sip of crude tea. He was so happy that he secretly decided to go back to the temple without bringing out the best bamboo leaves and green tea to entertain him, and left it to be sold later to buy bricks. watt.
Bai Yujun remembered something.
"By the way, the atmosphere in the town has always been so good?"
"That's not true. It's been great since the Monkey Donor came to stay here for a short time. The Monkey Donor's territory is within a radius of three hundred miles. The emperor once approved it by decree and made the Monkey Donor the King of Nanjun."
"cough……"
Wipe your mouth with your sleeve.
There is no way to continue drinking this tea, that monkey was actually made king.
It is estimated that the emperor can happily drink three jars of strong wine, and the aggressive and violent demons and immortals can be crowned princes. Who dares to invade the territory and start a war? Easily stabilizing the border is better than an iron barrel. Neighboring countries will only start a war unless their heads are kicked by a donkey demon. As for the salary, I guess a basket of sweet peaches every year is enough.
As for the atmosphere in the town, haha, the troublemakers must have been beaten to death, right?
Grab a handful of coins and throw them on the table.
"After a long walk, we went up the mountain and saw the spring water of Zhuquan Temple brewing green bamboo leaves. It suddenly occurred to me that I had not tasted it for many years."
Carrying the knife, he walked slowly with the old Huixian, who was covered in patches.
I passed by a butcher shop and bought ten pounds of bacon...
Get out of town.
Go into the mountains.
Outside the town, the green hills and sea of bamboos are verdant.
There is a light mist halfway up the mountain.
The red lips are pressed against the bamboo flute, playing the fairy music. Who is playing the flute in the water? Crossing the wooden bridge, I pass by the farmer wearing a raincoat leading the stubborn farm cow. A certain Bai restrained his dragon power to prevent the cow from jumping into the river. Far away Looking at Zhuquan Mountain from a distance, it is still the same.
The green bamboos are like wash and clouds, and the stone paths are slippery.
Deep in the mountains, there is an ancient spring so clear that you can see the bottom. Zhuquan Temple, a temple only exists if there are bamboos and springs.
At the edge of the spring, Qing Ling, dressed in green, was fetching water from a ladle. Her long hair was hanging down, and the ends of her hair fell into the reflection. She suddenly froze when she saw the woman dressed in white in the reflection.
"elder sister……"
He quickly stood up and rushed over happily, Bai Yujun happily caught it with a smile.
"Silly girl, we have only been separated for three hundred years. You should be careful about your appearance and be reserved. The master is still here. Why is it so embarrassing for a majestic demon to wipe his tears?"
Compared with a certain Bai, Qing Ling is a pure snake demon fairy.
She is weak, boneless and lazy, yet lively, cute, smart and weird.
Qing Ling hugged Bai Yujun tightly.
He pouted and complained.
"Sister...ever since you transformed into a dragon, you have rarely been as carefree as before. Is it worth it to become a god and end up like this?"
"well……"
Speechless, only a helpless sigh.
I want to be free but I am troubled by everything. Is it worth it? The answer may never be found.
Let’s go back to Zhuquan Temple together.
He heard the sound of wood chipping echoing in the forest in the distance. Old Huixian said that the monkeys learned carpentry at the foot of the mountain and were repairing the broken door of the temple. Perhaps because monkeys have a special understanding of trees and are extremely skilled in carpentry.
It's normal. If the wild monkeys on the mountain don't understand the trees, they will jump to death by breaking branches.
Xiao Shitou helped me, and my bald head was covered with sweat.
The snake demon boy patrols the mountain to protect Zhuquan Temple.
Iron Ball has made a rubbing of a ten-thousand-year-old tomb mural, and is reading through the classics to decipher the secrets of the mural. As the saying goes, both tomb robbers and archaeologists are traditional people, and they know all the ancient events by heart.
Old temple in bamboo forest.
Except for Hui Xian, there is no human being, and half of them are small stones.
But there is no trace of evil spirit at all.
Because there are real eminent monks living in seclusion here.
The stone road in front of the temple.
Bai Yujun looked at the crumbling temple door with emotion.
"This is the life of a fairy..."
There was rare laughter in the Hanshan Wild Temple. The monkeys covered with monkey fur were doing somersaults happily, the iron ball was spinning hard, the little rocks were giggling as they touched their bald heads, and the snake demon boy was holding a knife and rarely smiled. The monsters had a happy party, in the same way. The main thing is eating, either eating people or eating.
Boil water, cook, the smell of bacon is strong, dig a jar and bury 300-year-old wine.
Candlelight is warm yellow.
Huixian's old face was smiling as he watched the room full of excitement.
