Shake your weak wrist gently, and use a small Su Luo fan to attract the fragrant breeze.
The pastoral courtyard in midsummer is rarely quiet. The cicada hums like a response. The blue sky, white clouds, sunshine, tree shade, and the black-haired girl in a white dress in front of the window seem to be immersed in a book, witnessing the glory of the distant ancient times.
After reading the bone book in his hand, he put down his brocade fan and stood up.
Creak~
Habitually moves the chair back and makes a grinding sound that makes the teeth sore.
Putting the bone book back to its original place, he picked up the next fragment of a red copper stele that recorded inheritance, and warmed it. It was densely written with dragon language. This object was refined from the red copper of Shouyang Mountain and was made into a palm by an ancient dragon clan with magic power. Bai Yujun took the fragments and returned to the window, pulled back a chair, sat down, and read carefully.
As time goes by, Bai Yujun's momentum is quietly changing. Although he is in front of the window, he seems to have traveled back in time and space to witness ancient events with his own eyes.
It's rare to sit down and read quietly.
The sunlight moves slowly but quickly from one side to the other.
The light shone on the bookshelves in the house and on the magical and exquisite crib, and the light gradually turned into the golden red of the sunset...
The old lamp on the desk lit up a small flame, and after a while, pale blue moonlight poured in from the window.
Look at it and put down the ancient fragments.
He raised his head and tilted his head to look at the vast starry sky.
at the same time.
In the distant void, the tearing and devouring of the desolate world has finally come to an end.
It was slightly slow at first, and then devoured faster when there was only a small part left. When the last piece of earth and rock fragments crashed into the world of the small broken ball, the former world completely merged with the small broken ball, and the world became larger. Although many places were still desolate, Prosperity can be expected.
Not far from the Suspended Shrine, where half-dragons lived, Long Zhao seemed to have adapted to the shock.
Originally there was a mountain range opposite the tribe's land, but now that mountain range seems to have become farther away, the Ancestral Vein Dragon-shaped Mountain has become more majestic and majestic, and it feels like the shrine has become higher.
The world seems to be undergoing some kind of magical evolution that cannot be described in words.
I vaguely feel that this world is stronger, and the suppression of practitioners has also become stronger. Perhaps, this is just the beginning.
Outside the shrine, the officials and officials of the former Heavenly Court who had been taken in were busy.
The world has grown and there are many things to do.
The simplest example is that the immortal officials who manage rivers and lakes have to re-explore and calculate. Due to the movement of the earth's crust, many rivers have been cut off and dammed. They need to be dredged or simply built new lakes. The mountain gods have to be busy calculating how many new mountains will be added. There are many things to do.
A certain snake demon army that returned to the world of Small Broken Ball for repairs set off as a team and stepped onto the teleportation array or were directly sent to where they should go by the beam of light.
The only two people who have nothing to do are Monkey and Little Phoenix, typical street wanderers.
Two idle households were idle.
When the last piece of rock and soil fell to the ground, the little Phoenix tilted his head and looked at the starry sky. The other world above his head disappeared and the starry sky reappeared.
The valley remained unchanged. The monkey dug a cave at the foot of the mountain and carried peach blossom stuffing to prepare for cellaring.
Suddenly, the stars above moved faster and faster and gradually became blurry.
"squeak?"
"Haw?"
The two guys were stunned for a moment and became idle again.
When the last batch of the snake demon army left, the entire world was busy expanding its territory.
The vast sea of colorful stars, the half-virtual and half-real world slowly disappears...
Bai Yujun, who was studying in the small courtyard in the valley, just blinked and continued reading, drawing his own world closer through the mysterious connection.
It will take enough time to rejoin.
…
midnight.
He raised his head and looked curiously at the rice fields and pear gardens in the distance.
There was just a little guy, so Bai Yujun didn't pay much attention.
The things recorded in the ancient books are very complex and huge. There are dragon clans rising up to fight for hegemony, there are battles with groups of mythical beasts such as Phoenix Qilin for supremacy, there are also alliances with Phoenix Qilin in order to deal with the rampage of vicious beasts, and even recruiting many vicious beasts in the end. It is intricate and ever-changing. .
The scenes are grand, and most records describe battles.
Even without personally participating, Bai Yujun could guess how bloody and violent it was. Perhaps because of this, the era of mythical beasts and ferocious beasts came to an end.
The recorded historical facts are slightly different from the myths and legends.
Legends are more embellishments and mixed with a lot of private information, and the truth is often simpler and bloody.
It is difficult for people who enjoy peace and tranquility to understand the dark and cruel ancient times. To put it bluntly, don’t think about those days with your current mind.
Seeing the past through every character, the realm of cultivation is changing every moment...
Unconsciously saw the late night.
He raised his hand to scratch his head, which messed up his hair.
Reading is good, it is much better than consuming energy to look back in the past. At least you won't faint on the spot. You can supplement your knowledge before the next catastrophe, and you will have stronger strength to deal with difficulties when you encounter them.
Feeling a little sleepy, I put down the book and walked leisurely out to the sea.
There is a reflection of the full moon in the pond at night, and the unique smell of the sea cheers up Bai Yujun.
He reached out and sucked out several large lobsters from the pond connected to the sea. The panicked lobsters flicked their tails and splashed water droplets everywhere. Moubai licked the salty seawater at the corner of his mouth and felt refreshed. He did not expect the taste of delicious food. It can actually dispel the sleepiness.
Scanning the rice fields from the corner of my eyes, I saw a small figure trembling.
Without paying too much attention, he picked up a several-foot-long lobster with his little hands and lowered his head to gnaw on it.
Bite the shell before eating the meat. I am used to eating it raw. I feel that only in this way can I taste the original umami taste of the food. The heated food lacks a certain taste. He clamped his slender fingers with the pliers he waved, but Moubai didn't care.
He took a hard bite and tilted his head back skillfully.
Instinctively swallow the whole piece...
He quickly ate all the inedible parts, threw them back into the pond, and changed to a delicious lobster to continue gnawing on.
I sat by the pond and ate four lobsters and two crabs. Finally, I dug out half a pot of oysters from the rocks on the shore and ate them. I stopped eating when I felt I was no longer sleepy.
He took another look at the figure carefully hiding in the distance, then turned around and walked into the small courtyard.
Go back to the window and sit and read.
Bai Yujun's dragon hid in Jiuyuan and disappeared. The outside world seems to be used to losing traces of the white dragon. It is too difficult to find a hidden dragon. In this case, why waste energy and time.
Everything outside still develops according to its original trajectory.
Mo Yi.
The young master of the Dudu Mansion is extremely intelligent. It is known far and wide that the fairy gave him a treasure when he was born. The young master is indeed worthy of the name of a genius. He reads and writes earlier than other children. He is diligent, studious and talented. He is also very fond of the old gods. I feel obsessed with the gift of fairy books.
You can see everything a genius should have in him.
In this era of rampant evil and filth, Mo Yi lived and worked in peace and contentment. Some experts said that Mo Yi was protected by the dragon spirit, which was a sign of great prosperity for the human race.
The more you talk, the more people will listen.
Gradually, the news about the birth of the chosen one in Moyi became widely known.
Outsiders only know that the youngest son of Governor Mo Yi is smart, extremely polite, and has an old god as his teacher. However, the servants and maids around the young master are walking on thin ice every day.
Rumors cannot represent everything, especially in this old era of limited information, where good or bad depends entirely on one mouth.
Inside the towering and fortified Governor's Mansion.
The stone brick path is winding, and a pair of small brocade boots can walk very fast.
When passing by some servants, he suddenly paused.
The little boy, who was only a few years old, glanced at several rough servants and stared at a slave who was bending slowly.
"If you don't understand the rules, you will be punished."
The childish voice frightened the slave and turned pale.
Immediately, a strong guard came forward, dragging the frightened slave to the corner with a sneer.
The little boy waved his sleeves and walked away with his head held high.
When he came to a certain courtyard, he put on a smile, took the warm ginseng soup from the maid, and carefully held the ginseng soup and stepped across the threshold. Suddenly, the house was filled with laughter and laughter, a scene of loving mother and filial piety, and the names of all the guests who came to the house. I highly appreciate this.
In the sky above the mansion, an old man hiding in the clouds nodded and smiled...
