At Yinshi, Bai Yujun got up and washed up.
At this time in the past, I was curled up in bed and sleeping deeply. Today is the birthday of a certain heavenly master, and I have a lot to do.
The sky is dark outside the window, and the mountain spring water flows into the bluestone basin along the bamboo tube. Washing your face is very comfortable and refreshing, and it can effectively refresh your mind. Bai Yujun likes to return to simplicity when he has nothing to do, and he is still used to washing with clean water.
I picked up a towel and wiped my face, burped, and changed into a white shirt. The shirt was brand new and the buttons were very beautiful. Although there were buttons, I just put it on to save trouble...
The arms are put in first, then the head, and the shirt is pulled down and put on.
Finally, he gently pulled his hands from the back of his head to get his long black hair out of his shirt.
Just find a jacket and put it on.
The small courtyard was very quiet at night, and the door was opened from the inside.
Warm orange candlelight poured into the courtyard from the door. Bai Yujun closed the door and the courtyard was dark again, leaving the candlelight in the house.
The lanterns in the corridor attracted a few moths, and the night before dawn was quiet.
The monkey was sleeping on the counter in the hotel lobby and looked up when he heard some noise.
"Zhi~ What time is it?"
"Yinshi, I'll go up the mountain for a day, burp~"
"Go ahead."
The monkey turned over and continued to sleep, occasionally scratching its lower back with its paw.
When I left the hotel, I looked back. The lanterns in the small courtyards and pavilions scattered in the valley were gradually lit up. Guests coming to celebrate birthdays should also prepare in advance. I am afraid that the hotel will not have much business after this peak season. Fortunately, I made a profit in just a few days. The pots are full.
After climbing the mountain quickly along the stone steps, you must first go back to Qingxu Palace to meet up with the teacher's gate.
The mountain road is very quiet, with only the sound of waterfalls in the distance, and a light mist gradually appears in the mountains, which is cool.
Bai Yujun swung his dragon tail and floated in the air. Seeing that it was still early, he flew to the dangerous peak and began to puff out clouds and mist, exhaling white mist and occasionally burping...
When I finished my practice and returned to Qingxu Palace before Mao hour, the sky in the distance was already white.
Master and senior brothers and sisters are doing morning classes in the main hall.
"Hiccup~ Master, my disciple is back."
Yu Rong nodded and pointed to the futon reserved in front of her.
Bai Yujun tidied up her clothes, came to the desk respectfully, picked up three incense sticks, blew some sparks to light them, bowed to the Holy Elephant of Sanqing according to the procedure, inserted it into the incense burner, returned to her place, behaved well, and did her morning lessons seriously.
An ordinary morning.
After the morning class, Bai Yujun went back to his room and put on a snow-white cloud pattern robe, white silk boots, and a jade crown between the dragon horns.
The costumes of each peak and each vein are similar, with only differences in patterns and accessories.
She shook her pointed ears in the mirror, swung her dragon tail and hurried downstairs back to the main hall.
Yu Rong, who had put on formal clothes, looked at her little apprentice and nodded with satisfaction, and helped straighten the collar and sleeves. She recalled in a daze that in Shenhua Mountain, three thousand years ago, the little apprentice still had difficulty growing taller...
"Yujun."
"Hiccup~Master."
Bai Bai squinted his eyes and raised his head.
Yu Rong stared at Bai Yujun's eyes seriously.
"Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Alas, even the inquirer cannot escape from the rivers and lakes."
He looked up at Yuanshan with a helpless expression and continued.
"This Immortal Mountain seems to be otherworldly, but it is not monolithic. You must be vigilant at all times. Remember, you are a dragon, a mythical beast with sharp fangs."
"Yes! Disciple, please remember Master's teachings."
He nodded heavily, revealing two small tiger teeth at the corners of his mouth, seriously reminding himself that he had fangs.
Yu Rong smiled faintly, but what he said made his apprentice think wrong. It was originally a reminder that as a divine beast, he could ignore certain rules, but it made Moubai think he was reminding himself to use his fangs to solve troubles...
It was already nine o'clock, Yu Rong led the Qingxu clan out, merged with other Chunyang clansmen and went to celebrate his birthday.
After dawn, Fairy Mountain gradually becomes lively.
Representatives from all parties from the outside world and all the palaces and temples on the mountain share the same sect, so it is rare for the Fairy Mountain to be noisy.
Bai Yujun found that there were many more faces in Chunyang Palace. Perhaps they had gone out to do tasks and returned to the mountain to rest. Except for a few mortal immortals, the others were more or less familiar. Several elders who were hermits in Shenhua Mountain back then were outstanding in each peak. Disciple, there is also an acquaintance.
I remember when I was young, Chunyang competed against a certain senior sister from Zixu.
The proportion of ascended immortals in Shenhua Mountain is particularly high, far exceeding the normal level. Bai Aoran can only say that we are really powerful in improving our luck.
Bai Yujun approached Senior Sister Zixu in a thief manner. He could feel the cold sword intent when he got close. He was indeed a sword fanatic.
Say hello with a smile.
"Senior Sister Gong."
"It turns out to be Junior Sister Bai, long time no see."
"Hiccup~ I've been to the mountain gate several times, why do I rarely see senior sister in the fairy mountain?"
"The tranquility of the fairy mountain makes it impossible to sharpen the sword's will. I prefer to kill the demons like my senior brother."
That's right, it's no different from Senior Sister Gong. The taste of iron and blood is as familiar as ever, very authentic.
As they walked, Senior Sister Gong suddenly turned around and stared at Bai Yujun.
That look...
"belch?"
"Junior sister Bai, if you have free time, go to a martial arts competition. The competition will help you learn from each other's strengths. Anyway, you have nothing to do in the mountains. Think about it?"
"Why do you want to discuss with me..."
"Because you are the only divine beast I can find, and you are also the only dragon family I can find in the world."
"..."
A certain Bai was speechless. He dared to do it just for the sake of freshness and curiosity.
Cancan smiled vaguely and returned to the master. What to fight? The fighting methods are completely different and there is nothing to learn from. Is it possible to learn how to spit fire from the Dragon Clan or bite it with claws? It would be embarrassing if I missed it and got hurt. Of course, if You must go to treat guests to a meal, so bring a basin and a bag.
As we wandered over the mountains and ridges, we met more and more other fellow temples and temples on the way.
The young disciples looked curiously at the pair of snow-white dragon horns in the team. There were too many people and only the horns could be seen.
In the crowd.
Bai Yujun quietly stared at the future...
The scene in front of me flashed, and I was already standing in a noisy square in front of a certain palace.
There are rows of low tables around the square, and guests of all kinds are seated. Young disciples and Taoist boys under the Celestial Master's seat are going back and forth serving tea and spiritual fruits. The figures of the distinguished guests and powerful people inside the hall are not clear, but outside the hall, it is as if they are personally present, and everyone can be seen clearly. Details of individual facial expressions.
A female disciple who came out of the world with a spiritual fruit walked straight towards him, as if she didn't see the way being blocked.
Then, the female disciple walked straight through Bai Yujun and continued her business.
Moubai knew that he was only seeing the future but not being in the future. There was no mirror image of what might happen. It was interesting. When the girl came up to her and got closer, she could even see the fine hairs on her face.
Scan left and right to find the location of Cen's Immortal Domain.
In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him changed, and he stood in front of Cen's team as if teleporting.
Elder Cen has a seat in the hall, and the other masters sit around Cen Yu.
Bai Yujun touched his chin and circled it twice, then bent down to look down at Cen Gu. He found beads of sweat on his temples and his face was nervous and pale. It seemed that he was under a lot of pressure after losing the red line of marriage. The young man couldn't calm down. Although he was a genius of the clan, after all Some acting skills are lacking.
So, next test their hand break, paying special attention to the concentric lock.
There are many possibilities in the future, and the only ones who can interfere with the future are those who can deduce or witness it with their own eyes.
With just one thought, another 'Bai Yujun' appeared in the future mirror, started the test, and Cen's team finally reacted.
In the first test, he pretended not to know and approached, and then Cen Yu suddenly used the concentric lock. The method was crude. Although he didn't know whether he could resist the concentric lock, it did give the concentric lock a chance to be used.
Good to know where the concentric lock is placed.
The screen disappears and the mirror image flows backwards. Nothing happened before, and the second test is started.
He took the initiative and fought against the powerful Cen family.
The third time, the fourth time.
Sudden!
Endless sadness suddenly welled up deep in my heart...
Having to withdraw from looking at the future mirror, the sadness is still there and continues to intensify! What is something that some distant world wants to express, but it is too far away to hear it clearly, and there is only endless sadness.
Feeling moist at the corner of my eyes, I raised my hand and wiped it lightly, and there were a few tears on my slender fingers...
"What's going on here?"
