Bai Yujun flew across thousands of rivers and mountains in an instant.
The rushing river where the dragon turned into a dragon was once again facing wind and rain. No one noticed that there was a delicate figure on the top of the mountain cliff, standing alone in the clouds and mist.
The Three Gorges is a place where countless poems have been left for thousands of years.
At the bottom of Jiang Shengliu's writing, the shadows of sails from the ancient dynasties are still in front of you, and the mountains are connected to the blue sky.
As expected, it rained.
If Bai Yujun didn't deliberately control the weather, rain would have become the norm, and it would be cold and damp, but it would wash away the dust on the cliffs and trees, revealing their original colors.
Returning to my hometown again, I felt like it was just yesterday that I transformed into a dragon. Now thinking about it, I seem to be pushed by fate to transform into a dragon on this earth to avoid the enemy's obstruction. If I transform into a dragon in the ancient world, , I am afraid that the powerful people from all walks of life will know about it just after entering the water.
It was a place where the jungle prevailed, and no one cared about species extinction or animal protection.
Let alone transforming into a dragon, you might swim a hundred or two hundred miles before being poisoned.
Sometimes I think about it, I can control my destiny, and I am also involved in it.
Fall to the top of the mountain and find a boulder.
Sit on it, hug your knees with your arms, put your chin on your arms, and wrap the dragon's tail around the smooth stone smoothed by the wind and rain. Let the rain fall naturally on your body, wet your hair, and feel the temperature of the rain. In this way, you can clearly see the original beauty of the river. look.
Before the great catastrophe, Bai Yujun tried his best to stay alone for a while.
Sometimes I have thought about changing my destiny. If I continue on this path, it will be very difficult in the future.
I have seen many scenes before and they all came true.
It was the impetus of heaven and Bai Yujun's own choice. If he gave up on change, it would be painful and difficult.
Not for the sake of billions of living beings, but for oneself. In fact, no matter who you are, there will be selfishness in your heart, and you choose to endure hardship for the sake of greater benefits in the future.
The benefits are benefits, but the foreseeable disaster is really heavy.
Before it comes, think about having more free time, adjusting your mentality, and planning a big show. There are some things that no one can help you with, just like you can see through time but can only watch the passage of time.
Bai Yujun quietly watched the river flow.
There are no more sails, and the whistle of the mechanical iron ship echoes gradually among the cliffs.
The water droplets that cannot be caught by the pine needles drip out of the stone pits. Everything in the world is changing with time.
Sitting on the stone, he didn't move.
Sitting alone for a long time, like a quiet painting...
After a long time, the heavy rain stopped, and the slanting light shed from the gaps between the thick clouds flowed with the clouds, flickering brightly and darkly, suddenly large and sometimes small, and refused to stop. Sometimes there were many and sometimes there were very few. The clouds that flowed like the river swept with the slanting light. Passing through many high mountains, occasionally sweeping over the top of the mountain, the small figure is as white as snow.
She blinked her eyelashes, and her beautiful eyes stared at the black dragon-shaped bracelet on her wrist.
Raise your right hand and slowly turn it over to observe carefully.
Beside him, the gentle breeze shook the strange pine trees rooted in the cracks of the giant rock. The pine needles slid down the crystal clear water droplets. The round water droplets fell on the bracelet and broke into more crystal clear ones. The sound was soft and inaudible, but it made Bai Yujun, who was fully focused, blink and realize. I have been sitting here for a long time.
Turning his head and looking around, he saw that Zhenbei was still killing the foreign invaders crazily.
Standing up slowly, the dragon's tail with white scales swept across the rocks, and the cloud-patterned white cloth boots volleyed into the sky step by step.
For people on both sides of the river, this rain came and went inexplicably.
No one noticed that the rocks on the top of the mountain were moving silently. The crooked and strange pine next to it was more vitality, and the mountain mist was more willing to gather and stay here...
Bai Yujun went to various famous mountains and rivers.
In the past, when you were weak, you still needed the dragon energy from mountains and rivers to assist you in your cultivation.
Now, it is possible to feed back and strengthen the dragon energy.
Rather than being in the limelight and dazzling, it is better to quietly nourish the rivers and mountains, make the streams clearer, and make the mountains and rivers more beautiful.
Bai Yujun was too lazy to hide his traces and allowed himself to be discovered by some detection equipment.
On the big screen of the special department headquarters, a line extends from the river to the forest and snowfields, crossing cities and passing highways. Like a shooting star, it drags a long white trail across the great rivers and mountains. The goal is simple and direct. Draw a straight line. can guess its destination.
Use a ruler and pen to draw a line, and there is only one place along the way that is most likely the place where the white dragon will land.
In the ruins of the war, Consultant Hao sat and let the medical staff apply medicine, staring at the map on the monitor and racking his brains.
"Are the previous rumors about the monsters in Baishan Tianchi all true?"
On the map, the light spot marked White Dragon approaches the crater of the volcano that has been dormant for many years...
Bai Yujun, who was flying with his dragon tail flicking, glanced at the ground. The undulating forest sea was buried in the thick snow. The white ones were snow and the black ones were tree trunks and branches.
In a daze, he thought of Long Mian's small world, the arctic ice and snow world, and those ice and snow creatures.
Flip over, adjust your flight posture and draw an arc to swoop down. The winter forest quickly zooms in before your eyes. Then you turn around and look up, changing from swoop to level flight. The branches covered with snow roar past, and the strong wind blows. The branches swayed and white snow fell.
There are no unexpected weather changes.
The staff at the meteorological observation station stared out the window dumbfounded. Just now, the weather had just been reported to be sunny. When they looked up, outside the window in the blink of an eye, there was a vast expanse of white goose feather snow, which was really bigger than goose feathers.
The forest farm hut was almost covered in snow, with only half a window and a smoking chimney remaining.
The vast forests and snowfields preserve the most primitive nature.
Bai Yujun slowed down and jumped instead.
The toes of the white cloth boots tap lightly on the treetops, walking in the forest, and each step can jump far.
In fact, the bigger the snow, the quieter it is, and even a little warmer.
There is no wind, and the sound of falling snow can be heard in the quiet sea of forest, which feels a bit lonely.
The high mountain ahead could be vaguely seen in the heavy snow. Bai Yujun slowed down and gently fell from the treetops into the canyon.
At this time, the source of the river had not yet frozen, and the sound of running water made the world sound. Bai Yujun bent down and reached out to touch it. The water was very cold.
Walk along the wide river channel formed by flash floods.
There are many trees in the valley, both living trees and dry, rotten and leaning trees.
It seems that he has forgotten the war outside the mountain and cannot see the two red suns shining in the ancient fairyland. It is rare to relax temporarily.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, we reached the end of the canyon. The stream was flowing in the crevices of the volcanic rocks. Bai Yujun flew up the cliff and fell into the viewing platform pavilion.
The mountainous scenic area was closed due to heavy snowfall, and the snow covered the forest paths and no tourists were allowed to step on it.
Standing in the pavilion on the top of the cliff, shaking off the snow from your shoulders.
He took out a roll of drawing paper, spread it out in the air, and pulled out a fairy brush made of monster hair.
Bai Yujun likes painting very much, and his skillful hand can paint what he sees, and he can paint the ethereal Taoism, green trees, snow, mountains, rocks and cliffs.
The dark and light colors on the paper represent the heart inside.
Put away the pen and gently blow dry the ink stain.
He looked carefully and secretly said that his painting skills have improved again.
At a rough glance, you can see that the painting is a snow scene. If you have the chance, if you look carefully, you will find that there is a dragon shadow in it...
With a wave of his hand, he took out a stubborn stone from the river valley, cut and polished it into a scroll, rolled up the drawing paper, tied it with a ribbon, and threw it into a random cave.
"This painting will warm and regulate the earth's veins for three years. After three years, whoever is destined can take it."
Turning around and leaving the viewing platform, the light footprints behind me became increasingly faint.
