Gold silk soft woven brocade.
The soft golden yellow embroidery is full of auspicious flowers, birds and animals, simple and noble, and golden to the eye. Suddenly, the unfolded scroll of heaven's decree is lowered, revealing a pretty face with a tilted head at the back, and the beautiful red phoenix eyes are confused and confused.
"It's early for the Peach Festival. There's plenty of time to set off."
She swung her pointed ears, probably to have enough time to go to the East China Sea, the Dragon Palace, and the Crystal Palace, which is rumored to be full of jewelry and luxury.
Bai Yujun doesn't know exactly what Dragon Palace looks like.
But it is definitely not a good place, a cage trapping a divine beast.
Leave Nantianmen.
Step onto the Dream Fairy Bridge and enter the teleportation array.
Bai Moulong is the best at hiding.
Everyone in the fairy world knows that real dragons are full of treasures and are coveted by many. No matter gods or demons, they all want to subjugate or slay the dragon. Both good and evil have the same idea. However, as the old saying goes, the dragon has its head but not its tail.
In heaven, who dares to kill dragon hunters?
To leave the heaven, you must pass through the Immortal Bridge, and you will not be able to find the destination. Those who are good at predicting are useless. There have been experts who coughed up blood and divined divination using the ancient secret method.
The result was a brutal backlash.
The Queen Mother seems to understand Bai Yujun very well and has no worries. He is a mythical beast who can live forever in order to survive. He crawls into mud ponds, squats in grass, and jumps into wells. His talent for seeking good luck and avoiding evil is brought to the extreme, and he is especially thick-skinned.
Instead of worrying about the safety of the white dragon, it is better to worry about killing too many gods, immortals, demons and ghosts.
Fast forward five months later.
Mortal world.
A surging river.
Boating on the river, wearing a straw hat with a headrest and arms lying on the bow.
There is a thin bamboo pole with several green leaves hanging next to it, and straws are casually tied to the fishing line as a float.
You leisurely cross your legs and wait for the fish to bite.
“It’s more comfortable than standing guard outside Nantianmen~”
The cool breeze on the river has a faint smell of freshwater grass. Taking a deep breath is refreshing, and you feel that the entire dragon soul is instantly sublimated. The air is filled with literary and artistic atmosphere, becoming an elegant, noble and cold fashionable mythical beast.
"You idiots want to find this dragon? Give up, unless you are like this dragon."
The teleportation arrays to the East China Sea cannot guarantee safety.
That being the case.
Come down to earth and walk slowly, as long as you have time.
Anyway, just send the invitations before the peach event. He was fast and slow in no pattern, turning left and right, running around, looking for traces in all directions.
Lift the straw hat and look east, at sunrise.
It was foggy in the morning.
The smoke in the river is very close, and the boat floats and sinks like bamboo leaves.
Suddenly, Lazy Bai sat up in shock, grabbed the fishing rod and lifted it up. This feel and strength were definitely a pollution-free wild carp weighing two pounds and seventy ounces. The greatest joy of fishing is at this moment, when the fish struggles and shakes. The rod trembled wildly and became slightly heavy, feeling joyful in an instant.
Drag it into the cabin, clean it, and bake it over slow fire until golden brown on both sides.
Sprinkle some delicious fine salt, open your mouth and gnaw hard. When you're done, pull the fish head out and completely separate the fish meat and bones. The aroma reaches Tianling Gai...
After eating, I felt a little dazed.
“There is no soul in eating wild carp like this.”
Fish again.
Another carp weighing more than three kilograms.
Pick it off without saying a word, lower your head and eat it raw. Sure enough, this is the authentic way to eat fish.
morning.
Dark clouds loom over the sky.
A storm is coming. Bai Yujun puts away his fishing rod and prepares to set off. The journey to the East China Sea is too far and he cannot drift. He can travel thousands of miles with the help of extreme weather, or sneak into the vast rivers and sneak thousands of miles away, hiding in the rain clouds and rivers. It's really There is nothing you can do if the immortal comes.
The jade finger counts the time in succession, and the real dragon flying to the sky will always be good and auspicious.
The sky was getting darker, and the nearby small fishing boats were returning to the village one after another. The owner of the cargo boat shouted to the boatmen to cover them with raincloths and find shelter from the wind to stop the boats.
Bai Yujun took off his straw hat and stood on the bow of the boat, closing his eyes and waiting.
for a long time.
Dark clouds covered the morning sun.
The wind picked up, the heavy raindrops pattered, and the white waves crashed against the boat.
Open your beautiful eyes and look at the sky.
"It's now."
Gently press down, the bow of the boat is lowered, and then fly into the sky with the help of buoyancy. With messy hair, you raise your head and fly towards the clouds against the wind and rain, as if you are swimming in the water. Occasionally, fishermen on the river are lucky enough to see the flying scene and hurriedly kneel down and kowtow. Contaminated with good luck.
He dived into the clouds and turned into a half-dragon, half-human figure. He swung his tail and turned around for more than a hundred miles, heading straight for the East China Sea.
…
Remote ancient village.
A stage was set up in the flat space outside the ancestral hall, and the class leader was busy.
The old class leader, who is in his fifties, looks gloomy and gloomy. Business has been difficult recently. He has no money to pay for official duties in the city, so he cannot go there. There are fewer and fewer villagers in the villages and towns, and occasionally the reward is not enough to feed the whole class.
In the distance, the old trees are withered and crows are wandering.
The sky was gloomy, the old houses were empty and the ancestral halls were mottled with the smell of incense.
"Old leader, last year we came to Majiagou for a lot of excitement, but why are there not many people this year? Can we make money if we start the gong?"
"Wait a little longer, maybe I'm busy with farm work in the fields."
The wrinkles on the face of the old troupe leader are getting deeper and deeper. The past two years have been bad, with plagues, wars, banditry, and rumors of demons and ghosts doing evil. Business is booming if there are dozens of people sitting in front of the stage, often more than a dozen, and small theater troupes in towns and villages are increasingly crowded. The harder it is to make ends meet.
After waiting for a long time, two or three figures came walking down the street from the old house.
Walking slowly and hobblingly.
They are all old people in the village. I met them last year and brought their yellow dogs to the ancestral hall to watch a play.
The subordinates went to the backstage to prepare to change their clothes. The time was coming, and maybe the sound of gongs and drums would attract visitors, even if they didn't give them any money or rice noodles, they would be able to leave the country.
Halfway through, the yellow dog howled several times and ran away...
Greet the villagers warmly.
"Brother, what are the people in the village doing? It would be great to come out and watch a show."
"Sigh, the village is almost empty. The young people are all busy. I told the neighboring village the day before yesterday that they might come later, or they might be busy watering the rice fields and have no time."
"Sit down quickly and get closer to the bench so you can see clearly."
After greeting the old customers to sit down, he hurried to the backstage and told him to beat the gongs and drums later.
My nephew, who was new to the troupe, was listless.
"Uncle, I haven't eaten rice and have no strength. How about we wait for the people to come before we start the gong? There are only three people outside, and we might not even get the reward."
"Stop being so verbose, your father asked you to learn from me. If you don't obey, I can beat you on his behalf."
He glared hard and got a headache to recruit his lazy nephew into the troupe.
Lift the rag curtain.
It's almost time to look at the sky.
Sighing, I hope that the sound of gongs and drums will attract people. People who come all the way have to spend money to eat horse chews. In previous years, Majiagou earned the most reward money, but this year...sigh.
He waved his hands vigorously to the back, and his nephew and the drummer played the suona vigorously.
"The show is about to begin~"
The dirty red cloth was lifted, and a few actors from the troupe came on stage.
The three old people watched with great interest and sang along with each other in a soft voice.
A long while.
There are still three people in the audience...
Huh? Someone came from outside the village. He was wearing a white skirt and a straw hat with a bamboo flute. He looked like a passing heroine. The old team leader had a little hope. The knights were always generous and forthright, and they might be able to earn a few cents of silver.
Bai Yujun heard the sound of opera singing in the distance and came to watch the opera.
When I came outside the ancestral hall, I saw a stone lion leaning against it.
No one came, and there were four people in the audience. It was so empty and desolate.
The actors still sang seriously.
"Uncle, there's no one outside the stage. Let's stop and rest until someone comes. Oops..."
The old class leader gave his nephew a hard slap.
Repeatedly denounced.
"What do you know at such a young age?"
"Remember, even if there is no one in the audience outside, once the play begins, it must have a beginning and an end. As the old saying goes, if there is no one in the audience, the ghosts and gods are still there!"
"Onlookers from all directions are mortals. The ghosts and gods have already taken their seats here. How dare the curtain end!"
The usually kind class leader now looked extremely serious.
Bai Yujun looked at it very seriously...
As far as Long Mu could see, the audience was crowded with spectators, men, women, old and young...
