It's snowing in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

The West Lake is calm and calm like a mirror, reflecting the snow-white willow trees by the lake, and the snowflakes falling into the lake disappear.

The black clouds were dark and gloomy, and the sky was thick with snow, and somehow the clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and they seemed to be close at hand.

The city is no longer bustling and bustling, and people stay in their homes to burn fires to keep warm and avoid the cold.

Whenever it snows in winter, there will always be displaced people to beg for food in the big city, the strategy of the world is to starve to death and not to eat, the problem is that no one can grasp this degree, there are countless people who take the opportunity to collect money and scrape the ground, and there will always be many people who have no clothes and no food to eat after the snow, and bring their families into the city to beg for a living.

At this time, it is often the time when the so-called reckless heroes are doubled, and they are called the so-called Li people.

There are too many displaced people in and out of Suzhou and Hangzhou, and some are abnormal......

Bai Yujun gave all the paintings in the shop to Lao Huixian, and in recent days he has painted about a dozen, and all of them are sold to estimate enough to rebuild Zhuquan Temple, after all, the small temple is not big.

Looking at the empty shop, I was a little reluctant.

Bai Yujun had already discovered some abnormalities outside the city and even inside the city, and guessed that someone wanted to rebel.

Suzhou and Hangzhou are big cities, and after taking them, they can get a lot of military salaries and grain and grass, and there are always some pretentious murderers who want to fight the world, but in fact, they are not much different from the primitive southern wilderness forests.

However, these have nothing to do with a certain white.

He went out wearing a thick red and white-edged fluffy cape, holding an oil-paper umbrella to cover the snow.

"It's so cold......"

tightened the cloak and put on the hood, the white cloth boots creaked in the snow, and walked unhurriedly in Osmanthus Lane.

A few days ago, Xu Xian asked Bai Yujun to go to Jinshan Courtyard to enjoy the snow, there are too many displaced people on the West Lake and some chaos, only Jinshan Courtyard is as calm as ever, and it is also interesting to take a boat in the snow, it is said that there are talented people in Jinshan Courtyard who will hold a poetry meeting to sing winter snow, and it can only be said that there are frozen bones on the stinky road of Zhumen wine and meat, and you must eat enough if you want to be sad in spring and autumn.

The two-story boat left the wharf, the river was lightly misty, and the big boat rowed through the ripples and snow to Jinshan Temple.

Although the Suzhou-Hangzhou River is not frozen, it is actually still very cold, standing on the boat can feel the wet and cold wind as if drilling into the cracks of the bones, Bai Yujun and Xu Xian stand together, holding a white plum blossom oil paper umbrella, enjoying the scenery on the river.

The heavy snow could not stop the fishermen from begging for a living, and the fishermen wore straw hats and hats to catch their livelihoods.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Although the poems are good and true, they are not so poetic, and the poems and songs are more of an imagination and longing, who doesn't want to stay at home and drink in cold weather.

"Look ~ a lot of birds ~ "

Xu Xian pointed to a flock of egrets flying in the distance, flapping their wings and flying across the river and snow.

Bai Yujun smiled, this kind of scenery is still very good, it's better than watching those homeless people sigh.

"The weather is cold and the water is cold, the egret flies, the snow is too big, maybe it ......"

Shock!

There are too many birds!

Bai Yujun has strong hearing, and hears the chirping of the vast river and snow in the distance and the sound of air trembling, this sound is only heard by the locusts flying when they went down the mountain to relieve the disaster, and the snow in the cold winter is definitely not locusts, so it can be determined that countless birds are flying all over the world!

Birds and animals often have the ability to perceive disasters in advance, and Bai Yujun also has them.

Inexplicable palpitations and panic, it seems that terror has descended......

"There are so many fish in the water!"

Someone shouted at the bow of the boat, and everyone in the boat approached the side of the boat to look at the river, and sure enough, they saw countless large and small swimming fish swimming in the water, and the calm river became chaotic, and it didn't take long for it to suddenly return to calm, but the underwater undercurrent was obviously not peaceful.

The onlookers did not see the clues, the way of heaven, what is gained must be lost, human beings get all kinds of benefits while the ability to sense is extremely weak, even monks are difficult to perceive natural disasters.

Bai Yujun felt terrified when he found that his heartbeat was loud, compared to other birds, beasts, and even demon beasts, Jiaolong was more sensitive to certain things......

"White girl, are you not feeling well? ”

"It's okay, it's almost docked. ”

The painting boat is close to the wharf of Jinshanyuan in the screaming of birds in the sky, not only the boats on the river, but also the inner and outer city of Suzhou and Hangzhou and even the Jinshanyuan have seen some visions, the birds hovering and chirping and refusing to return to the nest, even if the heavy snow wets the feathers, the cats and dogs bark and are anxious, many people are still useless to scold their cats and dogs, and the cattle and horses are neighing and rampage!

People kneel down in panic and pray to the Buddha, but it is useless.

When the boat docked, the chaotic animals suddenly regained their calm, as if nothing unusual had ever happened.

But Bai Yujun's ominous premonition in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, he is always calm before the storm, and he feels weird, could it be that God is helping his own dragon?

If that's the case, it's much easier......

No matter how the West teaches those masters to guess, Bai Yujun and Xu Xian slowly climbed the mountain, watched and played around, and occasionally ran to listen to the poetry of the genius.

The sky was even more gloomy, and it seemed that there would be a far more than normal blizzard.

There is a hundred-year-old ginkgo tree in front of the gate of Jinshanyuan, but there are no golden leaves only bare branches, which is wrapped with red cloth and is called a sacred tree by pilgrims, a certain white likes ginkgo, there is one in the valley where the shell was born, those years are muddy and hunting and eating to avoid natural enemies, except for the stone crevices, only the ginkgo tree brings a little peace.

Later, he still wrapped himself in the ginkgo tree to practice Tuna.

The old trees are dead and snowy, and the trunks and low branches are covered with new or faded red cloth strips, and the breeze blows lightly, and the red cloth strips sway and flutter to look deserted.

Under the tree, Bai Yujun, wearing a red and white-edged velvet cloak, looked up at the old tree.

"Xu Gongzi. ”

"You see this snow-white old tree, it seems to be dead but is actually vibrant, only to return to spring will grow green leaves, spring buds stretch and autumn leaves drift with dead branches and snow, again and again. ”

Bai Yujun continued to speak, and Xu Xian listened quietly.

"Why do you need to ask more about floating things, only this floating life is in a dream. ”

A poem is full of many words, after saying this sentence, there is only the sound of snow falling, Xu Xian is a little incomprehensible, isn't the big tree like this, the leaves fall in winter and sprout in spring, the old trees are lonely, those talents are not very interested in staying under the tree, and they go to other scenery in groups to enjoy.

The red cloth strips hanging from the trunks and low branches of the trees swayed, and the sound of wooden fish came from the ancient temple......

Osmanthus Lane.

Lao Huixian arranged for Xiao Shi to take care of the shop, guarding the silver taels used to rebuild Zhuquan Temple in the house, full of sadness and the guardian spirit beast snake demon boy boarded the small wooden boat, and learned that Bai Yujun went to Jinshan Courtyard and saw that the birds, beasts, and fish were abnormal, and he had an ominous premonition, what he cared about was not the same Jinshan Courtyard, but a different demon.

The snake demon boy yawned and rowed awkwardly, and old Hye-hyun stood at the bow of the boat in a ragged cotton robe and a hat.

Small wooden boats smashed into the thin ice on the water.

Squeak through the snow-covered mottled stone arch bridge, past the white walls and gray tiles.