It is normal for the vision to exist for a long time.
The dark pattern on the moon changed to include a dragon shape. It was alarming at first, but over time I got used to it.
After all, life has to go on, and there is no time to worry about the moon that is out of reach. It has no impact at all except that there are more topics in the night. Of course, no one cares except those who practice Yin attribute skills.
The more you eat, the longer it takes to digest. With so much emperor fluid and moonlight, it is normal to sleep for ten or a hundred years.
How old are the years?
Under the osmanthus tree, small osmanthus flowers are scattered leisurely, dotted with diamond-shaped dragon scales.
Bai Yujun lay on the ground and formed a ball, with the dragon's head in the middle and the dragon's tail outside. Occasionally, the nostrils opened and closed to breathe, stirring up a breeze and then nothing happened again. The Yin attribute of the huge dragon body became more and more intense...
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At the end of the cold winter, the distant Daomen Fairy Mountain.
The setting sun has covered the remaining snow, and the cold river is clear in the evening. The lotus leaves as big as floating islands show green color in the snow. The water vapor pouring down from the lotus leaves of Bailian Waterfall rises into clouds and mist. Although there is residual snow, it does not mean that it is cold. The cranes and egrets Catching koi in the lake above the lotus leaves.
Passing through Yunwu Mountain, the scenery is picturesque, with old trees buried in snow and moss hidden behind them.
Looking at the Qingminglin Palace with thousands of valleys and cliffs, it contains the natural charm of Taoism. It is a rare place of peace in today's troubled times.
Outside the lotus pond, a flying boat passed through.
On the bow of the ship, two figures stood side by side.
One of them was wearing ordinary clothes and had a strong face, holding an ancient sword in his arms.
It was Gan Wu who had just succumbed to the demon and returned to the mountain. After being away for many years, he always wanted to come back for a visit. It was customary to return to the mountain during the New Year, but he also wanted to take this opportunity to get together with his fellow disciples and heat a pot of good wine to drink together.
Gan Wu touched his beard.
"Although this scene is beautiful, the snow on Shenhua Mountain is even more unforgettable."
When I think of the beautiful scenery of Shenhua Mountain in winter, I am deeply impressed and will never forget it no matter how long or far away it is.
At first I saw the clouds and mist covering the top of the mountain, but then I looked at the rocks and it was covered with fine snow like dust.
In the painting, there are thousands of peaks and thousands of jade trees, and the pines and ancient cypresses hold up thousands of clouds.
"Junior brother is homesick."
Beside him, Chu Zhe was still handsome and gentle.
Two strands of white hair hang down from the temples, and his face has not changed much. A sword floats behind him with a hint of dragon power. It is an old thing from when he was the headmaster of Chunyang Palace. As time goes by, it has not been lost in the world but has become more spiritual and powerful. Ordinary fairy weapon.
The wooden boat passed between the giant lotus leaves, and several cranes flew overhead.
The sun sets in the west and the lunar moon appears.
The two of them looked at the dragon-shaped shadow on the moon.
Gan Wu raised his eyebrows.
"I think that should be Junior Sister Bai. I heard that she went to Heaven. Only Guanghan Palace is closest to Taiyin."
"Well, Junior Sister Bai has been on Taiyin Star for several years. I wonder if she has encountered any trouble..."
Chu Zhe smiled bitterly, even if he wanted to help, he couldn't go to Taiyin.
Then his face darkened, and he thought of his master, Li Xiangyan of the Chunyang Yuxu lineage. Because he had an affair with Junior Sister Bai, which ruined his luck, it became increasingly difficult for him to practice. He was even surpassed by his own disciple, and his figure became aging. Decay has appeared.
Gan Wu knew that Chu Zhe was worried about something, but he couldn't resolve it. In the end, he could only sigh secretly in his heart.
In a daze, Chu Zhe thought of his second junior brother Lian Tianxing again.
The damage to his luck was even more serious, and his talent and talent were ultimately no match for God's will. If he had known that Junior Sister Bai could transform into a dragon, he would not have dared to go his own way.
It's too late to regret everything.
There is a Qiong Tower above the lotus roots, where Taoist disciples practice and play. There is thin ice under the lotus leaves and the water surface is occasionally visited by passenger ships. The joy of the approaching New Year cannot dilute the sadness in my heart.
Both the Qingxu lineage and herself wanted to plead for the old headmaster, but she rarely came to the Taoist sect.
No opportunity found.
Unknowingly, the wooden boat docked at the dock.
Go ashore and climb the Piaomiao Fairy Mountain step by step.
At the fork in the road, Gan Wu went to the mountain peak where Master Chunyang Zixu's lineage was located. He said goodbye to Chu Zhe and agreed to meet again after the new year. There was only one person left on the quiet mountain road covered with residual snow. The stone steps wound up and finally disappeared behind the stone. Seems deserted.
There is a tranquil beauty to the treetops in the moonlight and the fairy mountain under the pale blue moonlight.
Lanterns are lit up on each peak, and the mountains are dotted with golden light.
The light breeze made the white snow bamboo rustle.
The snow slag from the bamboo leaves fell on the face and was slightly cool. The wind brought with it the fragrance of the elixir that nourishes the immortal body. Master's aging body must often use elixirs to assist his practice. Over time, the mountain where the Chunyang Yuxu lineage is located There is a special red fragrance that outsiders can't smell, but Chunyang Yuxu is very familiar with.
After standing for a long time, my shoulders were covered with snow before I knew it.
Yuxu's fellow disciples didn't know whether they should have any hatred, after all, the source was Bailong.
But Shenhua Mountain has survived several great catastrophes thanks to the White Dragon. Especially to this day, there is still a clone of the White Dragon sitting in the Qingxu Palace of Shenhua Mountain to protect the Chunyang disciples in their practice. Their contribution far exceeds that of the previous headmasters.
"well……"
He shook his head with a wry smile, shook off the snow from his shoulders and walked towards the palace.
After saying hello to many fellow students, I walked into an ordinary courtyard with bright candlelight. I was even more worried when I saw an old figure on the window.
"Disciple is back? Come in quickly. It's snowy outside and come inside to warm up."
Familiar voice, familiar tone, this is how my master called me when I was a child...
"Hey, my disciple brought some good things to Master."
Pushing the door open and entering the house, the heat melted the scattered snowflakes on his body, and the fragrance of the elixir in the room became stronger. Li Xiangyan's hair and beard looked slightly pale, and he was much thinner than before.
His eyes slowly left the house and came outside and slowly rose up.
The laughter and laughter in the room became farther and farther away. When we reached the height of the mountain, the starry sky was light blue, and we could see the lights of the fairy mountain like stars.
A secluded mountain peak not far away.
The Qingxu lineage was as deserted as ever.
But it was very warm in the hut, and the hot pot was boiling and steaming.
Yu Rong slowly ate the spicy hot pot, and Xu Ling was startled and her mouth was full of oil and she screamed "spicy". While picking up the food, she took a selfie with a mobile phone given to her for free. She didn't have to worry about too many photos because there were other fun devices. Can be stored.
Yang Mu was absentmindedly eating hot pot, obviously having something on his mind.
Both his master and junior sister knew what was on his mind, almost showing it on their faces, but there was nothing they could do about it.
Every New Year, I miss my family even more. Before Yang Mu ascended to the throne, he was married and had children. Time is ruthless, and it is sad for gods to have a family in the mortal world.
The only thing I can feel at ease about is that my children and offspring are living well, thanks to the care of Junior Sister Bai from Qingxu Palace.
He has always taken good care of him, and with the support of his junior sister, the outstanding descendants of his children are about to ascend to the immortal world.
Xu Ling wiped her fat little mouth.
"Master, when will Xiaobai come back for the New Year..."
"You girl, you are obviously greedy for novelty toys. You should practice in peace."
"Cultivation is too boring. Besides, I haven't seen my junior sister in years."
She couldn't stop talking about missing the chopsticks in her hands, and her lips were red as she ate the spicy sea food one bite at a time. She felt that she could compare to the Dragon Clan when it came to eating.
Yang Mu, who was thinking about something, pointed at the moon.
"Junior sister may be on the moon, well, she's more likely to be in a deep sleep. It's a mythical beast. It's normal to have a dream for thousands of years."
Hearing this, Xu Ling paused.
"Master, can you please let Xiaobai come back? I really miss her."
"not now."
"When can that be done?"
"If you are in deep sleep, you will definitely not be able to send the message. Don't worry, I will raise my head on February 2, and we will contact you then."
Yu Rong believes that February 2 is the best time, which is very reasonable.
Xu Ling made some calculations and found that the Chinese New Year would be coming soon, and the dragon would raise its head in another month.
Silently praying that a certain Bai can raise his head and yawn on February 2nd...
