The lake was foggy.

I can't see the arch bridge clearly in the distant mountains, as if I am walking among the clouds.

The curtains are white veils, the light boat is moving and rippling, walking leisurely in the mist, the old wooden boat, the shadow of the canopy is faintly visible, and the tail of the dragon with white scales hangs down into the water.

An ethereal female voice sings softly and cappellily.

"The rain has stopped. ”

"The bridge is on the way back. ”

"Meeting in a Dream ......"

"The wind is bleak. ”

"The clouds are far away. ”

"The mountain is far away, the road is farther ......"

"Dusty heart, no ......"

The dragon's tail naughtily rolled up the clear lake water, the mist was very quiet after the rain, Bai Yujun just wanted to stay in the boat to spend time, there was water, there was fog, it was enough for a dragon for the time being, it was very comfortable, it was rumored that the local fish was a must, and it could be arranged in the afternoon.

"Alas, the world has only been free for a few days, but there are countless troubles. ”

Lifting the dragon's tail, the water droplets slid down against the white scales.

The boat drifts quietly.

The reflection of the lake is misty and faintly arched bridges and hazy distant mountains, it is difficult to distinguish between water and shore, and the white fog after the rain is made by Bai Yujun, and there is fog, so it is foggy, and manipulate the earthly scenery as you like, which is very beautiful, isn't it.

Hometown is far away, when to go.

Sing softly and softly, with a deep and distant voice......

The three of Hui Xian are really fateful, Bai Yujun only has the tradition of buying rice and grabbing rice, and he always feels that his talent has been buried when he takes a bowl around.

When you become a middleman, you naturally have to look like a profiteer.

Eat, drink, and lazily swim in the lake.

No wind, quiet.

The weeping willows do not move, and occasionally willow leaves fall to dot the surface of the lake.

"Sleepy~"

Lying soft and stretched out with open arms, the waist was full of hands, the bare feet were comfortable and comfortable, the shirt, the thin nightdress, the black hair was spread all over the bed, and it was not too hard to turn over, and I always felt that the hair was pressed.

The wooden boat has no wind on its own, and when you look down from the sky, you can see the small light boat rowing through the lake and rippling.

The old thick wooden bow pushes away the lotus leaf.

The pearls on the green lotus leaves jumped and sprinkled, as if sprinkled with a green jade plate.

The canopy curtain opened the gap, and the white and tender jade arm grabbed a pink lotus flower and pinched it, withdrew into the cabin, put the tip of the nose and sniffed the fragrance, hmm...... It's a tempting feeling.

Lightly opened the red lips and secretly bit down on a slice.

Nodding.

It tastes pretty good.

The boat stopped in a series of lotus flowers.

Eat the lotus flower and pick the lotus seeds, and eat the lotus pod by the way after eating the lotus seeds, for a certain white, all things have only two functions, first, can be eaten, second, can not be eaten.

Huh, the fat frog on the lotus leaf looks delicious?

Wail......

Lie horizontally, vertically, and lie at will.

It feels really good to be alone in a daze, with a gentle sound of water and easy to get sleepy.

Dusk.

Candles light up the city.

Mortals don't know that the real dragon stays to cause the rain to continue, it is rare for the rain to stop, the festival atmosphere that has been suppressed for a few days is reawakened, the shops are open and shouting, the street art attracts bursts of applause, the tourists stop to see the lanterns, and the lotus leaf lamps float away along the water.

If you want to find the real dragon, where the fragrance overflows, where to go.

The dignified real dragon actually relied on the mythical sense of smell to find deliciousness, whether it was delicious or not, from the taste, it can be distinguished, how the raw materials are how to be seasoned, how much is the heat is enough, and it is completely impossible to hide, this is a talent.

Haoshuang wants a private room by the window.

I ordered a table full of special dishes.

The cook was sweating profusely, Xiao Er broke his leg, the shopkeeper smiled and knocked on the abacus, who cares if the guests are particularly able to eat, maybe they are cultivators, or monsters outside the city.

As long as she eats and gives money, she is a guest.

Leaning against the wooden window to eat and drink.

Geumsan.

Empty Temple.

Zhang Xuan, who had a busy day, put pen to paper.

The painting is too large, it takes a few days to paint, Zhang Xuan, who has inspiration, only feels that this work is the pinnacle of his life, the white wall can paint four dragons, now only the clouds and half of the dragon body are painted, tomorrow it is time to draw the dragon's head, it is strange to say, the pen and ink given by the goddess seem to have some kind of aura......

At night, Geumsan is deserted, and at the foot of the mountain live some down-and-out rangers and beggars.

The strange thing is that except for the old monk and the two children, no outsiders come here.

Zhang Miao dragged his tired body back to the straw mat, since he entered the temple to paint, there will be steamed porridge and various dishes every day, saving him from going down the mountain every day.

The chatter outside was getting closer.

The old monk they are back.

"Good, have mercy on all sentient beings, people fall into the water, they must be saved, and chickens in the water must be saved. ”

"Master, Master, this chicken is shivering from the cold, why don't we let it roast it, otherwise what if it dies, maybe someone will look for it tomorrow." ”

The little stone carried a soup chicken in his hand and fished it out of the river.

The snake demon boy touched the blade, and his eyes lit up.

"Chicken is better than mice. ”

"Compassion, the monks have compassion as ......"

Hye-hyun was afraid that the chickens would run around and damage the painting, so he tied the chicken leg with a straw rope.

Zhang Miao hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Master, you are back, there is freshly beaten mountain spring water here, Master sit down and rest. ”

The monk is a monk no matter where he is, and Lao Huixian's every move seems to have a deep meaning, Zhang Xian admires it very much, and is glad to meet the master in the barren mountain.

Hye-hyun smiled and sat down with the soup chicken ready to do the evening class.

Xiao Shi smiled and greeted Zhang Xuan.

"Erdao seller, have you eaten it, do I still have half a steamed bun to share with you. ”

"Thank you, little master, I have already eaten it below. ”

"Oh, well. ”

Xiao Shi went back to his straw mat and sat down to eat all the steamed buns in three or two bites, patted his belly, and was about to start the evening class.

Next to him, the snake demon boy reluctantly meditated.

Zhang Miao didn't know what the two dealers meant, maybe there was always a mystery in the monk's speech, and suddenly remembered the beautiful goddess outside the window of the smoke and rain, with a smile and a hundred charms, and never forgot in his heart, maybe ...... You can get the answer from the old monk.

"Master, there is something I want to ask for advice from the juniors. ”

"Master Zhang, please speak. ”

Hui Xian is kind and sitting, thick and tall.

Zhang Jian pondered and tried to tell the story in words that others could understand.

"When it rained before, the younger generation fell asleep in front of the window, heard someone calling, and woke up to see a dragon girl outside the window, not like the world, the younger generation thought about it day and night, and only hoped to ...... Will I be able to spend the rest of my life with her?"

Old Hye-hyun frowned.

Xiaoshi almost didn't choke on the dry steamed buns, and it was very uncomfortable to block his throat.

The snake demon boy patted the little stone on the back.

Hye-hyun really wants to say that she eats people, why is it bad to be young and have to dream, is it not good to live?

As he was organizing his words, the soup chicken tied to the straw rope suddenly wanted to run.

If you run out, you will definitely be eaten by wild animals.

Hurry up and pull the straw rope.

The wet soup chicken fell, but still flapped its wings and wanted to go out, Hye-hyun pulled the rope again and dragged the soup chicken to the ground, feeling in his heart that this chicken really didn't want to live?

Pull the rope, pull it down, pull the rope again, pull it down again......

The cycle went on and on eight times, and finally stopped.

"Master! juniors understand!"

Zhang Xuan roared and frightened Hye-hyun, who was concentrating on pulling chickens, and the steamed bun scum in the stone throat was also swallowed in fright, and the snake demon boy thought about it, and threw the remaining dry and hard steamed buns into the fire as firewood, and accidentally smelled the fragrance, which opened the door to a new world.

"The master must want to tell the younger generation to persevere! Never give up lightly! Persist to the end! Like a myth and legend, God moved me and allowed me to stay with the beautiful woman for a lifetime!"

"The Poor Monk is ......"

"Thank you, Master, for your advice. ”

The excited Zhang Miao was full of strength and stayed up all night painting with an oil lamp in his hand.

“......”

Hye-hyun didn't know what she was talking about.