New White Snake Asking Immortals

When the sun rose, Bai Yujun forgot that yesterday was unhappy.

Let's go through the calamity, what else can I do if I can't stop it, anyway, there are many years to mix, and every day counts, and the sky is a big responsibility... snakes, must first work their muscles and bones to starve their skin.

Bah Bah! Can't be hungry.

Forget about the robbery, take out all kinds of bizarre things that were picked up in the monster territory before, and squat at the market stalls to sell.

In the noisy market, Bai Yujun bargained earnestly to do business...

I have stayed in Nanhuang for more than ten years. Time is fleeting, and it is difficult to stay in the new year, and it is easy to be damaged. The young people who came to the market more than ten years ago have become parents and mothers, and the toddlers who were babbling more than ten years ago have grown up. Young man, only that small booth and slender figure remain unchanged.

In addition to setting up a stall in Yunyao Ancient Village, he also went to other village gathering places to go to market.

Gradually, Bai Yujun felt the changes in the eyes of the mountain people in the market.

I used to have a smile on my face when I came to buy things, and occasionally I could take care of it because it was a girl who set up a stall, but as time passed, my eyes became more and more puzzled, and there were even people who would rather take a detour than pass by the stall.

It is conceivable that a person has not changed in three or five years, but his appearance has remained the same for more than ten years, which is difficult for ordinary people to accept.

I can often see people pointing and pointing in the distance, with unfamiliar eyes.

Bai Yujun began to understand why many monks chose to live in seclusion in the mountains, the world was different.

At noon, the market crowd gradually dispersed.

Packed up the goods and put them into storage bags. I set up the stall for a long time and didn't sell much. Even the guy who came to the stall in previous years to deliver flowers and sing love songs has not come. Maybe he has married and gave birth to a baby, or he may go hunting in the mountains. eaten by beasts.

Finally, use the linen from the stall to roll up the remaining goods and knot them into a rucksack, carry them on the shoulders and walk back.

On the side of the road, a grandma who often came to sell cloth shoes greeted Bai Yujun.

"Girl~"

Bai Yujun stopped and looked at Granny curiously.

"Everyone in the mountains says you are a mountain ghost, and you come to the world to attract popularity. I know you are a good girl. In the future...don't come to set up a stall."

Wen Yan was stunned, shook his head and smiled.

The backpack turned and left, raised his hand and waved to the grandmother behind him. The figure gradually disappeared in the dazzling sunlight in the afternoon, and he left gracefully.

Back to Snake Valley.

The bamboo house has become mottled, and many places have been damaged due to disrepair. The reclining chairs in the fence courtyard have been replaced by two, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the huge boulders under the feet, just like the vicissitudes of thousands of years.

Put down the package, pick up the kettle and go to the boulder to fill the spring with mountain water.

Go back to the fence courtyard to light a bonfire, put the kettle on the fire to boil water, and sit quietly by the bonfire while watching the Snake Valley in a daze. There is something wrong with the spirit, um, I have time to go to the human world to find Langzhong.

woo~

When the spring water boils, reach out and pick it up, pour boiling water into the teapot, and make tea carefully.

The four or five hundred-year-old trees that grow on the cliffs are very good Tieguanyin, and the fragrance of the tea rises with the heat. This time, I finally did not waste the precious tea leaves.

After a long time, pour a cup of tea.

Sitting in the pavilion watching Snake Valley take a sip and feel the fragrance of tea.

A person, or a snake spirit who has just been transformed, walked up the stone steps carved by the boulder. In the past twelve years, many snake spirits have been successfully transformed under the care of Bai Yujun, but they are not completely transformed by Bai Yujun, and they are still preserved. Many snake traits.

Some retain snake eyes, some are covered in snake scales, and some simply retain snake tails to get used to walking, and even a few are too lazy to change, their heads are still snake heads, and Bai Yujun's head is big for a while.

A young girl came up with a snake tail, and she was specially asked to help take care of Snake Valley here.

Witnessing many snake spirit transformations here, I realized that not all monster transformations will encounter transformation calamities. Some sleep and then they can perform transformation techniques, and some also experience thunder calamities, which are all kinds of strange.

It is difficult to transform into shape, and under Bai Yujun's careful care, almost all the snake spirits have successfully advanced. These snake spirits worship Bai Yujun as the king.

In addition to leaving behind the other snake spirits who helped take care of the Snake Valley, they all went to find their own world. Bai Yujun did not have the strength to occupy the mountain as the king, nor the strength to protect them. Everything has its own destiny.

The snake-tailed girl who walked into the fence courtyard was wearing a long blue dress. She was thirteen or fourteen years old, with a beautiful face and a little weird.

"Qingling has seen Sister Bai."

The name is from Bai Yujun, the bamboo leaves are green, and the eyes are smart. He named Qingling. After transforming, he often follows Bai Yujun. In just a few days, he has learned many ways to deal with the world. He is very smart.

"Don't be too polite, come and sit."

Qingling swam to the pavilion and sat down, looking left and right, unable to relax.

Bai Yujun poured her a cup of tea.

Immediately, the pretty face who was curious just now became entangled, looking at the tea like poison, drinking tea is not too uncomfortable for a snake who is accustomed to eating meat, and only Bai Yujun can drink tea in the entire Snake Valley.

"Sister Bai... I don't want to drink tea."

"Good boy, drink it. Eating meat all the year round is easy to lack vitamins. Drinking some tea can help your physical and mental health. Look at you, you are all fat."

Leng is forcing Qingling to drink.

"Cough cough~"

Qingling wanted to spit out the tea. Snakes have a habit of spitting out indigestible things. After thinking about it, he decided not to spit. Not to mention, after enduring that uncomfortable feeling, he felt fresh and comfortable.

"It's time to leave..."

"Um?"

Looking up, Qingling found that Sister Bai was in a daze in Wangyuan again.

It's really interesting, obviously a short-sighted person who wants to look far, it is better to look at the moss under your feet, maybe there is a frog and you can enjoy it. Thinking about the fat and tender frog, you will drool unconsciously. It's delicious.

However, my elder sister is really good. She can speak Jiuli dialect and Central Plains dialect. It took me a long time to learn human language, and my sister Bai can play the bamboo flute, which makes snakes want to twist and dance, but she doesn't know what to do. I can't learn. My sister said that it takes a long time to learn. It seems that it is very difficult to learn different oral structures.

The two snake demons were sitting in the pavilion, and they all fell asleep unconsciously~www.readwn.com~ The lazy nature of snakes was exposed.

Bai Yujun didn't go to the big fair.

She takes care of the snake eggs in the Snake Valley every day. In order to make the newly born baby snake more spiritual, Bai Yujun spent her efforts to change the dragon energy of the snake valley. Some baby snakes can break their shells in a healthy way, increasing the birth rate of baby snakes.

One day, Bai Yujun heard someone playing the cucurbit flute while flying over the mountains.

Suddenly, the cucurbit flute sounds really good!

The pronunciation is soft and mild, with a slightly nasal tone, as if expressing tender and delicate feelings.

I want to learn!

So, a certain Jiuli Shanmin who was bored and played cucurbit flute was kidnapped...

After learning that there are craftsmen in Yunyao Ancient Village who can make the best cucurbit silk, he was released. The mountain people were frightened and fled, secretly thankful that he was resourceful enough to not be sucked up by the banshee.