snake curse

As a result, the White Toad Palace sat in front of my righteous village for three days and three nights, scaring away more than half of my guests and causing me heavy losses.Just as I was about to kick him out of Yi Zhuang and shut him out forever, he suddenly said to me that he wanted to make a bet with me, if he won, he would reshape the rotten meat for him, and he would give him a lot of money The door of convenience.If he loses, let me handle it.I also had no desires or desires, maybe because I was bored, so I agreed to him, but in the end, I really lost. "

He Sang really couldn't figure out how Qian Xiaoer would lose to the White Chan Palace, so he asked: "What kind of bet did you bet that even you Qian Xiaoer would lose?"

Qian Xiao'er coughed dryly twice, and said: "Didn't I say that, I 'count' as having no desires?" He played with the cigarette stick in his hand, "Except for the white money, I'm fine. Such a sip. He bet with me that he wanted me to sit quietly with Bi Jing, but he sat motionless like a stone statue for several days. When I became addicted to cigarettes, I took out the shredded tobacco and smoked it within a day. Five sons You said, did I lose that bet from the very beginning?"

After hearing this, He Sang laughed loudly: "Qian Xiao'er, Qian Xiao'er, I didn't expect that you were planted in the hands of the White Chan Palace, not because of the money that you regard as your life, but because you can't control your mouth."

Qian Xiao'er smiled noncommittally, and looked at He Sang lazily with a pair of slightly narrow eyes: "Isn't Fifth Young Master unable to control his mouth?"

He Sang looked back at Qian Xiaoer, his eyes instantly became meaningful, as if he understood that Qian Xiaoer seemed to be pointing at something, but he didn't answer.

"Since you don't want to talk about the origin of the White Toad Palace, then tell me, what happened to that blue sign, and how did it become what it is now?" Qian Xiao'er refused to say, so He Sang had to start elsewhere.

Sure enough, when Qingzhao was mentioned, Qian Xiao'er seemed to sigh a little: "If you look at the cause and effect of everything that the White Chan Palace is doing now, the White Dragon Girl is the root, and Qingzhao is the cause."

"how you said that?"

Slowly exhaling a wisp of lingering blue smoke, Qian Xiaoer said: "Qingzhao slayed the dragon and wiped out the Bailong clan back then, and the crime he committed was too serious. When the White Chan Palace found him, it may be that God wanted to punish Qingzhao, but unexpectedly Before leading him out of Dragon Valley, Qing Zhao was crushed to death by the landslide under the boulder." He paused, then continued, "White Toad Palace wants to reshape Qing Zhao, not just reshape Qing Zhao's physical body. In fact, before Qingzhao slaughtered the dragon, the White Chan Palace discovered that Qingzhao's understanding of everything in the world was different from that of ordinary people. He felt strange about the laws of heaven and the rules of the world, and seemed to be right, but in reality it was specious. However, Qingzhao What he said he knew was not all wrong."

He gave an example: "For example, he felt that the death of his biological mother, Bailongnv, was all attributable to the Bailong people, who killed them to pay their debts and pay their debts, not to mention that it was only right and proper for him to avenge his mother, so he killed them. He felt he did a good job.”

He Sang listened silently, unexpectedly, the original Qing Zhao's thoughts were so interesting.

"Besides," Qian Xiao'er continued, "Since the Dragon Clan Gu girl is a miserable existence, once the entire White Dragon Clan is wiped out, what's the use of having her Gu girl? Therefore, he thinks that he is doing good for the White Dragon Clan and liberating all the White Dragon Clan. The Gu girl has done a great deed."

He Sang was a little surprised, and gradually became clearer in his heart, and then said: "So, the White Toad Palace wants to reshape Qing Zhao into an ordinary person..." At least there will be no such strange thoughts, Deviating from ethics and natural principles.

"That's right," Qian Xiao'er nodded, took a puff of a cigarette, and changed the topic, "That's enough for Qian, if the fifth son wants to know more, then as long as you find a book, you will naturally get it." Get what you want."

"what book?"

"Precious notes."

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Eight times

He Sang and the others stayed in Yizhuang for a while, before leaving, Qian Xiaoer suddenly called He Sang: "What day is today?" He asked.

He Sang, who had just walked to the door, looked back at him, and the wooden fish next to him was counting the days with his fingers, and said with a peach blossom face, "The ninth day of September must be right!"

Qian Xiaoer sighed and nodded, took a break, flipped through her account book, and said casually: "If you really want to find the White Toad Palace, you can go to Jiangli Village at the foot of Qili Mountain. Day, he should go there."

"How do you know?" He Sang asked him.

Qian Xiao'er took a puff of cigarette, and slowly replied: "The real name of Baichan Palace is Jiang Yue, and Mu Chang Palace is also a pseudonym later, you will naturally understand when you arrive in Jiangli Village."

He Sang bowed his head and thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay, I believe you." After saying that, without further delay, he left Yizhuang with everyone.

After those people left, after a long night and almost smoked half a pack of cigarettes, Qian Xiaoer stopped Ah Da who was busy, and pointed to the door: "Go and close the door, no business today, Let those who stay in the store stay in the house, and they are not allowed to come out and wander around if they have nothing to do."

Ah Da asked puzzledly, "Boss, are you closing so early?"

Qian Xiaoer nodded and hummed, but didn't say much.

Ah Da faintly felt that it was a bit weird, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he put up a white cloth and greeted the guests to go back to the room to rest.

At this time, the world is in the moonlight, and the demons and ghosts are the most active. They dismiss all the guests with smiles on their faces. Although some people are full of suspicion and are not very happy, but no one dares to offend Qian Xiaoer. After complaining a little, they obediently return. out of the house.

Ah Da turned around and was about to close the door, when suddenly a gust of wind blew in front of him, he looked up and saw a white figure standing in front of the counter, while Qian Xiaoer behind the counter was smoking a cigarette as if he didn't see it.

Ah Da rubbed his head, thinking that the businessman who just came in from the door was just taking advantage of himself to greet the group of monsters and ghosts, and was about to step forward and throw him out, when Qian Xiao'er spoke.

"Ada, go to Shengyu Pavilion and carry a coffin to Lanshuixie, and then go to rest."

When Ah Da heard it, he was even more confused, but he didn't dare to talk too much. After all, Qian Xiaoer's style has always been like this, which made people puzzled, so he could only answer: "Yes, boss." He raised his head and glanced at the back Facing his own white figure, he felt very familiar, but that person was wearing a bamboo hat, and he couldn't see clearly. After a few glances, he walked back to the attic resentfully, to do what Qian Xiao'er ordered.

After Ah Da left, Qian Xiaoer shook the pipe, exhaled the last puff of green smoke, took the pipe and lit the account book, and said to the man in white standing in front of the counter: "When are you going to settle the score with me?"

The man in white raised his head slightly, revealing the face under the bamboo hat, it was the ruined White Toad Palace!

"When it's time to settle the accounts, I will settle the accounts with you. Boss Qian doesn't need to worry."

Qian Xiao'er took back the pipe, looked at the face of Bai Changong and clicked his tongue: "Your skin is really ruined, how about it, how about I give you another account and help you restore it?"

Bai Changong glanced at him indifferently, and said in a calm tone: "Make another account for me, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it back in my next life." After a pause, he changed the subject slightly, and said softly, " Thank you just now."

Qian Xiao'er, the treacherous slave of Qian, even though He Sang gave some hints to him when he left, but the five sons of the Black Emperor are so smart, if they didn't really give him some valuable information, how could they leave Yizhuang so easily.

He Sang guessed that Baichangong was a smart person, and concluded that Baichangong would not come to Yizhuang in a short time, but he was not sure.

Baichangong took Qingzhao and left Dadota. Although in the eyes of Hesang people, he disappeared without a trace, but for Baichangong, if he wanted to completely reshape Qingzhao, he had to come to Yizhuang to find Qian Xiaoer.

Therefore, He Sang came to Yizhuang to investigate Qian Xiaoer's words, and also wanted to test whether Qian Xiaoer really hid the White Toad Palace. After all, the smarter a person is, the more he will win in danger. , but also a good place to hide.

Qian Xiao'er waved the cigarette stick in his hand, and lazily said: "Don't thank me, you think the Heidi five sons are so easy to get away with it? Even if he really believes that you are not here with me, he also knows that you will definitely come to me. I don’t want to tell you the truth, because I don’t want to push you too hard, and I understand that it’s better to find out by yourself than to wait for you to find out. You are cunning, and he is not stupid.”

Bai Changong took off his bamboo hat and interrupted him: "I don't want to talk about this, Ah Da thinks it's ready, we should go to Lanshuixie."

Qian Xiao'er was about to take a puff of a cigarette, but found that the tobacco in the pipe had already been burnt out, a little disappointed, straightened up, walked out from behind the counter, and greeted Bai Changong: "Let's go, after tonight is over, old debts are new, we should Do the math."

In the curved corridor on the water, the white gauze flutters back and forth, the magnolia stands vertically in the water, and the delicate fragrance floats around, as if immersed in the mirror-like clear water under the corridor.

In Lanshui Pavilion, a huge coffin was quietly placed on the edge of the pool. Qian Xiaoer and Bai Changong came in one after another. After seeing the coffin, they lifted the smoke rod towards the coffin. The tightly closed coffin lid Suddenly it flew up into the air and landed on the open space beside it without making a sound.

Baichangong passed him and was walking towards the pool, Qian Xiaoer suddenly turned to his back and said: "Baichangong, I always want to ask you, have you ever regretted doing so many things?"

Bai Changong paused on the spot without looking back, Qian Xiao'er couldn't see the expression on his face at the moment, but saw him shaking his head quite firmly: "Bai Changong never regrets."

The tobacco rod in Qian Xiaoer's hand has already been filled with shredded tobacco. He took a shallow puff, and his tone was so light that he couldn't hear the depth: "You have to know that it is not a good thing to cling to the past."

Bai Changong nodded: "I know."

Qian Xiao'er continued: "There are so many things you can't ask for in the world. How can you have the best of both worlds when you are so smart? Why bother?" A sigh of disillusionment.

Bai Changong finally looked back at Qian Xiaoer who was behind him, those dark eyes were like a puddle of well water in the moonlight, as if there was a faint mist swirling up, it wasn't bright, but it wasn't bright either. It was dark, but mysterious and revealing a deep tranquility, which made people ignore the ruined face.

Qian Xiao'er couldn't help sighing slightly in her heart, even though the skin was indeed very good-looking, but without these eyes, she might just be like the original owner of the skin, with a shocking appearance, one can see it, but can't remember it deeply. live.

"Boss Qian said a lot today, and Bai Changong has remembered it in his heart."

When he heard Bai Changong's answer, although he had expected it, he didn't have too much hope for his persuasion, but he was still a little bit disappointed deep in his heart, so he didn't say any more, raised his hand, and signaled The White Toad Palace continued what had just been unfinished.

Bai Changong knew that although Qian Xiao'er loved money very much and had a weird personality, he could be regarded as a good person sometimes, what he said to himself was out of good intentions, and he should be grateful for it.

However, no matter how many times Qian Xiaoer persuaded him, he also said many times that he can't give up until now. Once some things are formed, if they give up suddenly, everything will collapse completely. What's more, he doesn't know that he What can I give up now.

Bai Changong walked to the pool, leaned over and brushed off the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, stretched out his right hand to splash the misty pool water, and then buried his whole hand in the pool water.

After a while, he suddenly raised his hand, holding something in his hand, and slowly dragged it out of the water.

Looking closely, he turned out to be a man with a naked body. He seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed, and he did not respond to any movement from the outside world. Herring essence, or green omen is more appropriate.

The pool water tumbling, exposing his back, the whole back is tightly connected to a monk in white, as if growing in the flesh of Qing Zhao's back, his eyes are also closed tightly, he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive, it is the other half of Qiuna Luoshi golden body.

The White Toad Palace lifted the two connected people out, the water splashed, and the ground became wet, he put the two into the open coffin, with the Qingzhao facing up, took a few silent glances, stepped back and walked to the aside.

Qian Xiao'er lifted the cigarette rod, the coffin lid flew up and landed on the coffin firmly, sealing the coffin completely.

"After three days, the other half of the golden body will completely melt into Qing Zhao's body, becoming the half of flesh and foundation he lacks." He said unhurriedly.

Bai Changong let out a long breath, his heart felt more relaxed than ever before.

He walked to the soft couch beside him, knelt down on the soft couch, as if he was so tired that he was about to fall asleep.

"After nailing the soul last time, Long Kouxiang's poison sac has grown in your throat. Tianmu Magnolia can temporarily detoxify the poison. Do you still want to take out Long Kouxiang now?" Qian Xiaoer walked behind him and looked at Although Bai Changong with this appearance felt sorry for him, he also felt that he was responsible for everything.

Sure enough, Bai Changong replied to him firmly: "I will not change my mind. Without Long Kou Xiang, Qing Zhao would not be able to use the White Dragon Pearl as the inner alchemy." The importance of Longkouxiang."

Qian Xiao'er took two puffs of cigarette in silence, for a moment, said to him: "Then the poison sac in your throat will be taken out right now, maybe your throat bead will be cut off, then you will no longer be able to speak."

Bai Changong smiled wryly: "It doesn't make any difference whether you speak or not."

Qian Xiaoer said: "Maybe one day, you will really want to say something to someone, but at that time you can't say anything, and you will regret it for the rest of your life."

"My regret is that I have not taken good care of Qingzhao, and I have failed the entrustment of Dragon Girl."

"White Dragon Girl is such a transparent woman. If you do this, if she is still alive, she may not be grateful to you, but will only think you are stupid." Qian Xiaoer paused, looked at the sealed coffin, "in In terms of personality, Qing Zhao is actually more like White Dragon Girl."

The White Toad Palace was silent, and he stared intently at the blanket on the floor under the soft couch. The patterns on it were intricate and intertwined, and there was a hint of weirdness in the elegance and magnificence, making it impossible to look away.

Qian Xiao'er saw that he didn't speak for a long time, and knew that he didn't want to say more, and she didn't want to be a good person anymore, so she stepped forward, leaned over, put one hand on the soft couch, approached the back of the White Toad Palace, and pressed the hot pipe against the From his throat: "When you get the White Dragon Ball, I will cut off the poison sac for you, and use it as a green sign to make an inner alchemy."

Bai Changong kept his eyes open, and didn't feel any pain when his neck was scalded, he just hummed lightly as a response to the people behind him.

Qian Xiao'er saw that his attitude was indifferent, and the expression on his face hadn't changed much. That look of going to death calmly made Qian Xiao'er a little boring. He got up, turned around and looked at the coffin by the pool, and said seriously : "The line between life and death is over, you have to take good care of the red umbrella and treasure notes," paused, as if reminding Bai Changong, "You have to remember, there are still many of your grievance creditors in that umbrella. There will always be a day of return."

Hearing the words, Baichan Palace paused slightly, and slowly straightened up and stood up, with a calm voice like the calm water outside the house: "I will go back to Jialan Temple to retrieve the red umbrella." As he spoke, he was about to walk out Shuixie, but was stopped by Qian Xiaoer again.

"Heal the rotten sores before leaving. I don't care about being burned like this by karma. Who should I show such a pitiful thing? My eyes also want to be clean."

Hearing what he said, Bai Changong was a little speechless, Qian Xiao'er said it well, so he had nothing to argue with, and said with a smile: "Then please ask Boss Qian to give you another discount, after all, this skin will be healed." The appearance is also for the sake of Boss Qian's eyes."

Qian Xiao'er was noncommittal, exhaled a puff of green smoke lightly, and sighed slowly: "You don't cherish what you have right now, but insist on empty hands, you are also an ordinary person, ordinary person..."

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Nine times

There have been several downpours in Wuzhou in the past few days. It just so happened that it was sunny for half a day today, and the road surface was slightly dry. In the afternoon, it was covered with dark clouds, and there was a faint mist in the wind.

"There are no ghosts in the past few days, but God is uncertain. Hey, there is no business to do."

White Toad Palace walked to the edge of the West Lake, and seeing the strange weather, the peddlers were in a hurry to pack their things.

"Uncle Fu." He stopped in front of the pier, and an old man was mooring the boat with his back facing him, tying the rope.

"Baiguan people?" The old man turned his head and saw that it was the White Toad Palace. He was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect him to appear here at this moment.

"I heard that Jialan Temple suddenly collapsed and the door of Dado Pagoda was opened. I haven't seen you for a few days. I thought you had left Wuzhou."

White Toad Palace smiled lightly: "Well, the Dado Tower door was opened, and something happened. The herring spirit will not go back, and I will also send back the goblin mother-in-law who was nailed to the random graveyard. But, in the tower before, I lost I bought the red umbrella, but I didn’t find it when I went back to look for it.”

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and Uncle Fu looked up at the thickening dark clouds, and said worriedly: "I'm afraid there will be another heavy rain, Baiguan, let's go back to the city and talk about it." Looking at the cloudy sky, I don't know why , he always had a bad feeling.

Perhaps, this is his instinct as a mayfly.

Bai Changong heard the words, but shook his head: "I want to get out of the boat, and I want to trouble Uncle Fu."

The old Mayfly hesitated a little. His intuition and instinct made him not want to set sail in today's weather, but remembering that this was not the first time in the White Toad Palace, he nodded and agreed after pondering for a moment.

He untied the rope he had just tied, and jumped into the boat first.

Afterwards, the White Toad Palace also boarded the boat, and the hull shook slightly.

Uncle Fu took the oars to propel the boat, remembered something, looked back and said gratefully to him: "Bai Guanren, I haven't thanked you for Xiao Shishu's matter. Fortunately, he was found and nothing happened."

Bai Changong leaned over and walked into the cabin, with a flat tone, and asked a little casually: "Well, is he okay? Didn't he have a high fever before? He is a mortal, if he continues like this, his body won't be able to withstand such a toss."

Uncle Fu put on the straw hat, and while shaking the oars, he replied: "I have woken up, and the fever has subsided, but I don't remember what happened, and I am a little slow, but fortunately, I saved my life."

There was a faint rumble of thunder in the sky, and dark clouds overwhelmed the city, as if the whole sky was about to collapse.

"It's good if you don't remember. Knowing too much about some things is not good."

Uncle Fu heard something in the words of Baichan Palace, thought for a while, nodded and agreed: "The Baiguan is right, it is better not to know some things." Thinking of the ghost incident that caused Wuzhou City to be full of storms a while ago, he asked, "I don't know if there are ghosts in the city?" What's the progress?"

Bai Changong breathed out quietly, looked at the sky outside, and replied absent-mindedly: "There will be no more hauntings, that human skin screen has been taken away by an old acquaintance of mine, so I don't think it will cause trouble again."

Uncle Fu asked puzzledly: "What is going on with this matter, is it really Gu Linniang's injustice asking for her life?"

Bai Changong hummed lightly: "That's right, but it's not Gu Linniang's wronged soul." He paused, as if he didn't want to hide anything, "After all, Gu Linniang's soul is fine, it's just something else... It is Gu Linniang's resentment left on the human skin screen, after all...she died so badly and so fiercely, it seems...she really...hates..." The last few words were intermittent, a bit incoherent and low-pitched It's like murmuring.

Not seeing each other for a few days, the old Mayfly had an intuition about what had happened to Bai Changong, since the matter had turned a page, he didn't want to bring it up again, and then remembered the son of the god clan who had been following Baichan Palace all this time, so he asked, "Fifth Young Master?" Already left Wuzhou?"

Hearing this, Bai Changong paused slightly, changed his posture, then shook his head and said: "How could he leave so easily, but I can no longer be with him."

Uncle Fu nodded: "It's really better not to provoke people in the upper realm."

"By the way, where do you want to go, Baiguan?" At this time, the sky was already raining, and it was already the size of soybeans in just a moment.

Bai Changong pointed to the center of the lake: "Just stop there."

Uncle Fu was a little puzzled, but he still moved the boat as he said.

"Baiguan people," Uncle Fu asked him hesitantly on the way, "what happened these few days?" He always felt that the White Toad Palace gave him a different feeling at this time. That kind of extremely bewitching beauty, but her temperament has slightly changed, indescribably weird, and... unfamiliar.

"It's nothing," he heard Bai Changong reply, "It's just a long-awaited wish, let's relax."

Uncle Fu hummed, noncommittal, and the boat slowly approached the center of the lake pointed by the White Toad Palace: "Baiguan, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, do you want to wait here for someone?"

At this moment, the rain was getting heavier, and it was almost pouring. White mist rose from the lake, and it was almost impossible to see the surrounding situation clearly.

"No," Bai Changong still shook his head and said, "Wait for the rain to stop." He looked at the misty and rainy lake, his dark eyes seemed to reflect the color of the lake, misty, with a faint luster,

"Uncle Fu, come in and rest for a while, and wait for the heavy rain to pass." He turned his head away from the lake and said calmly to the old mayfly.

When Uncle Fu entered the cabin covered in rain, Bai Chan Gong looked away again, looked out of the cabin, and suddenly asked: "I remember there is a legend in the West Lake, does Uncle Fu still remember it?" A smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, Neither deep nor shallow, do not see what it means.

"That's right, the legend about the Dragon Ball is still the purpose of many tourists coming to visit the lake." Uncle Fu took the bamboo hat from his head and wiped the raindrops on his forehead.

"Does Uncle Fu believe that legend is true?"

The old mayfly thought for a while, and said with a smile: "I dare not say this, it may be true, or it may be an exaggeration and fabrication," and said, "But there was indeed a landslide in Wuzhou, which cut off the water supply, and the plague broke out again. , almost became a dead city, this is true."

Bai Changong nodded, and said with some sighs: "Yes, many people died in that natural disaster. It is said that an unformed white dragon spit beads and stored water into a lake, which saved the entire Wuzhou," he paused. He stopped talking, looked back at Uncle Fu, and asked suddenly, "You said, if one day Bailong takes back the dragon balls, wouldn't it be an exaggeration?"

Uncle Fu's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't realize it. After a while, he laughed a few times: "Since Bailong has saved so many people by spitting beads to store water, and has accumulated such great merits, I think there will be no extra problems until now. , and took back the dragon ball, now, Wuzhou can no longer live without that dragon ball."

Bai Changong lowered his eyes, unable to see the color of his eyes clearly, he nodded slowly: "That's right." After that, there was silence, the old Mayfly looked at the always faint expression on Bai Changong's face, and some words came to his throat , did not say it after all.

The rainstorm came and went quickly. It didn't take a cup of tea. The rain gradually weakened, from pouring rain to a curtain of broken raindrops.

"The rain has stopped." Bai Changong looked up at the sky, got up and stood up, walked outside the cabin, fine raindrops fell on him, only a layer of mist of white hair was covered.

Uncle Fu couldn't help but also stood up.

Standing at the bow of the boat, Bai Changong turned around and asked Uncle Fu with a smile: "Uncle Fu, if that is really a white dragon ball, where would the dragon ball be?"

Uncle Fu looked at him, feeling a little uneasy for no reason, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and replied stiffly: "Since it is the town lake to store water...it must be on the Fengshui longan in the lake."

Bai Changong laughed softly, with a deep and steady voice full of meaning, he said slowly: "Yes, everyone in the world would think that as long as it is a dragon ball, it must be above Feng Shui Longan, but..." He Looking down at the surface of the lake where the broken raindrops hit, "The dragon ball itself is poisonous, so how can it be placed above the feng shui longan? Firstly, the feng shui level is broken, and secondly... the living water of this lake flows in all directions, and I don't know it will be poisonous." How many people died."

"The white official..."

Bai Changong waved his sleeves and turned his back to Uncle Fu. He looked up at the sky. After the drizzle, a gorgeous rainbow slowly appeared. It was slightly weak, and under the sky where the dark clouds had dispersed, it looked extremely beautiful and mysterious.

"Uncle Fu, you have been in the West Lake for so many years, didn't you realize that the rainbow is alive?" Bai Changong asked softly, pointing to the rainbow in the sky, stretched out a palm towards the rainbow, and stared at it quietly with his dark eyes. The rainbow light in the sky, "Although it was not a living thing at first, but because of the white dragon ball, it gradually became spiritual. It raised dragon balls, but it was also born from dragon balls. The mirror surface of the lake, the Fengshui longan, is just this. It's just the phantom cast by Daohong on the longan."

The rainbow across the sky seemed to be summoned by the White Toad Palace. It vibrated very slightly, and instantly turned into a radiant round thing that fell down, and fell impartially into the outstretched palm of the White Toad Palace. ——

It is not a small white bead, but a small round stone sundial. On the copper sundial pointing upwards, there is a slightly transparent, shining seven-colored line lying on it from bottom to top. Iridescent bugs of light.There seemed to be two small horns protruding from the top of the little bug's head, and the mouth seemed to be wide open, slightly spitting and sucking a small red bead, it was the White Dragon Ball in the mouth of the White Toad Palace!

Uncle Fu looked at this scene in disbelief, and opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Bai... Bai Guanren..." He was surprised that there was really a white dragon ball, but he was even more panicked. If the phantom cast by the dragon ball is lost, then... Will it lead to another huge natural disaster...

"This little bug is formed by gathering water and light. The sundial stops its time and freezes its shape. Therefore, even if the water mist dissipates, it can last for a long time," White Toad Palace pinched the mouth of the rainbow-colored bug. The red bead, pulled lightly, and took it out of the worm's mouth. The worm lost the round dragon ball, and frantically walked and climbed on the sundial, although it grinned at the White Toad Palace who took the dragon ball, But it seems that he is very afraid of him and dare not take any action.

Bai Changong turned his head to look at Uncle Fu who was already speechless, and asked with a smile: "Are you thinking, how could this little bug be willing to let me take the Dragon Ball?" , and sucked the dragon ball into his mouth, and the bug on the sundial was even more anxious when he saw this.

"Because, this skin of mine is a big snake approaching the dragon."

This kind of weak little thing is naturally very afraid of him.

Bai Changong stretched out his fingers to tease the little bug that was scurrying up and down, and suddenly exerted force on the hand holding the sundial, instantly crushing the sundial made of stone, he lifted the struggling little bug, and whispered to it Said: "Little thing, I can do it myself." After saying that, he threw it into the lake.

The dark clouds in the sky, like billowing thick smoke, quickly piled up a thick layer. On the surface of the lake that had just calmed down not long ago, bursts of piercing and slightly fishy wind blew away, and the waves on the lake surface suddenly rose and swayed As the boat dangled back and forth, Uncle Fu almost couldn't stand, so he had to hold on to the cabin door beside him, and said to Bai Changong intermittently with a pale face: "Bai... Baiguan...you...you can't take the dragon ball! Wuzhou There will be great disasters, there will be great disasters!"

White Toad Palace looked at the darkening sky, as if the entire sky had collapsed, black clouds filled the entire sky, strong winds blew up, the trees on the shore, the lotus leaves in the lake were all shaken by the blowing, Dancing wildly.

"I have borrowed pearls to store water for many years, and the people of Wuzhou should thank me. Now that they have taken away the dragon pearls, they can't blame me." He looked at all this calmly, his white clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Baiguan people! Since you have saved so many people in Wuzhou with the help of the pearl, why bother to take back the dragon pearl?! This will create a huge debt, you can't afford it, you can't pay it back!"

Turning around to look at Uncle Fu with a terrified face behind him, Bai Changong leaned over to him, and seemed to say sincerely: "Thank you Uncle Fu for taking care of Bai over the years." After finishing his words, he turned around Turning into a huge white snake, it flies away and wanders in the sky in an instant.

The dark and dense clouds rushed towards him, his vision gradually blurred, and the white snake quickly disappeared in the sky.

"White Toad Palace—!"

The old mayfly shouted hoarsely, as if there was a trace of blood foam in his throat.

The storm came again, the mountains shook, and the bottom of the lake quickly cracked and collapsed at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. A natural disaster was coming to Wuzhou, which was more vicious and earth-shattering than before.

A gust of hurricane swept across the lake, instantly blowing up a huge wave that overturned the boat in the lake, and in the blink of an eye, even the boat and people were swallowed up...

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This rain has lasted for too long. It was rainy all the way from Wuzhou, as if he was leading Yunyu all the way to Jiangli Village.

Bai Changong raised his head, those dark eyes, the pupils were deep and shallow, they were obviously extremely seductive eyes, but at this moment, they were covered by a cloud, and no emotion could be seen.

It was as if, he just looked at the mountain in front of him, but couldn't see what the mountain was.

Qili Mountain is now a bare mountain, with no trees, flowers, or grass, and no water source. When the sun rises, there will be no shade from the trees, and when the shade goes down, it will not appear darker.It was empty everywhere, except for the loess and dry gravel all over the ground, as well as the raindrops falling from the sky, it was so empty that no sound of birds or beasts could be heard.

The drizzle fell on his body, and he didn't feel anything. Bai Changong carried the waxed paper money and walked up the inaccessible mountain road. His expressionless face was covered with a faint layer of moisture, and there were extremely fine white spots on his eyebrows and eyelashes. hair beads.

He Sang once said that he was like a cold moonlight, with a layer of hazy mist on him, but at this moment, he looked more like being immersed in water, a piece of ice that was about to melt, and it seemed that it would disappear at any moment and turn into a cloud. The leftover smoke in a pile of dreams.

This mountain has been a dead mountain for several years. It has been so long that the human world has passed through several cycles of birth, old age, sickness and death. It has been so long that sometimes Bai Changong recalled that the name called Jiang Yue was extremely strange.

He even wondered occasionally, was that "Jiang Yue" the former self?Or, it was just a dream I had, nothing more than a mirror image...

"Mu Changgong, you really will come back here."

Bai Changong stopped in place, raised his head upon hearing the sound, looked at the Tsing Yi Taoist standing next to a huge and lonely deserted grave, and frowned very slightly.

"What are you doing here? This is not where you should be." His expression was a bit cold, his dark eyes were fixed on the Taoist, and there was a faint killing intent all over his body.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi grinned: "Today is the eleventh day of the ninth lunar month, which is a death taboo for everyone in Jiangli Village. Even if you don't come here to pay homage to the clansmen since you became the Muchang Palace, but now you are about to get Fulfill my wish, I will retire after I have completed my work, I am afraid I will be very nostalgic, and I will definitely revisit the old place." As he said, he raised his hand to shake off the dust fly, and reached out to caress the stone tablet.

A cold light flashed in Bai Changong's eyes: "Get your dirty hands away!"

The Taoist man in Tsing Yi's sideburns was suddenly blown askew by a gust of wind. He stopped, squinting at the White Toad Palace a few steps away: "The murderous aura is exposed, but it also carries a thick lake moisture. He turned around and stared straight at the White Toad Palace, opened his eyes wide, not knowing whether it was a little accident, or a little gaffe of joy, he couldn't wait to ask, "Did you take back the White Dragon Ball?"

Seeing that Baichan Palace had a cold face and did not answer, the Taoist suddenly laughed, and pointed at Baichan Palace with his whisk: "You really hid the White Dragon Ball in Wuzhou West Lake!" His tone gradually revealed madness, and there was a touch of madness in his laugh He frowned again and said to himself, "I have been looking for it for so long, but there is no dragon ball in the West Lake, and even the longan is empty. How could the Dragon Ball be in the West Lake? No." It might be in the West Lake...Why did you find it? Why..." He raised his head and stared at Baichan Palace, "Mu Changgong, where did you hide the Dragon Ball?!"

Bai Changong smiled coldly: "Why should I tell you?" He retracted his eyes contemptuously, raised his foot and walked slowly towards the big tomb, "Even if I told you, did you get it?"

The Taoist seemed to be talking about his pain, his face changed suddenly, and he looked sullenly at the approaching