Skyline, a light rises vertically.

Thousands of miles in a radius saw that the star passed through layers of white clouds, disappeared into the sky, returned with flames, and left still domineering, other immortals were elegant and dustless, and a certain white statue was a rocket launch.

Mu was depressed and quietly watched Bai Yujun leave.

"Xiaobai, take care ......"

The wind is slightly cool.

In a hurry, it is still in a hurry, blowing the fragrance of pear blossoms all over the tree.

Through those snatchers in his hometown, Bai Yujun understood one thing.

They not only want to seize and shake the foundation of the flood wilderness, but also want to use the genius of the human race to find out the black and white dragon, killing two birds with one stone, and killing two birds with one stone, but they forgot one thing, we have more shortcomings and thicker skin.

Do you want the human races everywhere to hate us to the core?

It's not that hard.

The rebel organization has tried every possible means to infiltrate the small world, and it needs to be reincarnated to take it away.

Bai Yujun himself can easily enter and exit the small world, as if he goes home to visit his aunt or aunt, and even has the heavenly intention to act on orders, so that a certain Bai is completely invincible in all small worlds, arrogant and rampant, blatantly bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, no one can help it.

Powerful beings can't come by, and it's hard to trace traces.

If you want to smear the image of the dragon clan, you need to see who did it, so the secret assassination perfectly solves the problem.

Lose the face of the dragon?

Who can see us do it?

It can not only save the small world but also kill the soul of the strong, tsk, don't be too easy.

A hungry dragon who excelled at being Voldemort.

Conceal.

Sneak attack, sneak attack.

Cheeky assassination of weak mortals......

Heaven.

Yaochi Women's Guard Camp Station.

The general opened the document and read it carefully, and his face gradually changed.

Scratching his forehead and scratching his hair, he finally couldn't help but pick up the seal and stamp it with the word secret, completely sealed the document and stuffed it into the corner, and pressed it with other files.

More and more small worlds are returning to normal, and only a few strong know who did it.

It was too bizarre to be able to repair the Heavenly Dao, and the high-end dragon clan might be able to do it back then, and no one believed that a nether wild dragon with impure blood was feasible.

In fact, Bai Yujun wandered all the way, feeling low and sad, and rarely smiled.

Can you really make the heavens peaceful?

Everywhere there is war and endless destruction.

Turmoil and war.

There are even demons who are wreaking havoc and killing.

With super strength, the demons of the small world are leveled, and the sword is peaceful.

Occasionally, some dragon relics will be found, the old site of the Dragon Palace, the dragon relics, all of them are small dragons with low mana, compared with them, the dragon relics in the dragon sleeping world belong to a more special type, strong and numerous, with the black dragon tomb under the extreme northern ice field as the strongest.

In addition, a few mythical beasts and fierce beasts scattered in the small world were found.

Mainly weak young animals.

Walk and stop, and walk all over the heavens.

Later, perhaps the rebel organization found that it had suffered heavy losses and had no achievements, so it simply took back the souls that had descended everywhere, at least it was still a combat force alive, and sending it to the small world was purely confused and sent to death, which was simply a bad move.

Bai Yujun found that the soul of the seizure was gone, but he still continued.

The stowaways are not there, and the loopholes still exist.

A certain white concentrates on sewing and mending.

During this period of time, after Qingling came to the fairy world, he lived in Zhuquan Temple, where the monkeys also lived, occasionally going down the mountain to plant seedlings in spring and harvest in autumn, challenging the surrounding scattered immortals and demons and monsters, or following the iron ball to rob the tomb together, happily beating the ancient zombies and ghost kings.

Lao Huixian grows vegetables diligently.

The snake demon boy patrols the temple to catch mice.

The little stone and the monkey iron ball are simply brothers, sharing a piece of bacon.

Affected by a certain white.

Live another life in the fairy world.

......

Three hundred years later.

Time flies like an arrow, and time is hard to credit......

A remote town outside Zhuquan Mountain, perhaps because the old Huixian lives on the mountain, the town is peaceful and peaceful, life is healthy, there are no natural disasters and man-made disasters, although it is remote but self-sufficient, the people in the village say that there are immortals living in Feilai Immortal Mountain, and gradually, Feilai Peak has become a legend.

"Passers-by come in and drink a bowl of tea, quench their thirst and rest~"

"The piglets born back then can eat and grow fast~"

"Steamed buns~ Grandma Sun's steamed buns are big and delicious, and you have the strength to be hungry on the road~"

The blacksmith rolled up his sleeves and struck a hoe.

The medicine picker carried the medicine basket on his back and led the apprentice into the mountain.

The stone father made a threshold smoking stick, Ah Hua Niang held Ah Hua and spanked her with a feather duster, she was dizzy in her old age, she was dizzy and couldn't interrupt housework, the tanuki cat went up the tree, the yellow dog barked wildly around the tree, the buffalo jumped into the mud of the rice field to have fun, and the martial arts ranger smiled like a spring breeze.

The town is an old man with an ancient bridge and bluestone masonry.

Under the Qingshui Bridge, the blue sky is reflected, the bridge locks the white clouds, and the fish swim in the sky.

There is a fruit tree next to the bridge.

The fruit is slightly red and green, and you can just pick the fruit when you stand on the bluestone arch bridge.

At this time, the slender girl wearing the hat walked on the bluestone arch bridge, the coarse cloth long skirt was pinned with a bamboo flute at the waist, the blade was wrapped in coarse cloth, and the jade finger raised the hat and saw the green fruit on the tree.

Reach out and want to pick ......

Three girls giggled and ran across the bridge.

The colored windmill is spinning fast.

"Sister~ You can't eat the fruit raw~ It's sour and it will lose your teeth~"

Bai Nenyu paused, still stubbornly picked a fruit that looked pleasing to the eye, and wiped it with clothes, it was very moist and looked good, especially fragrant.

Click~

"Phew! ”

Bai Yujun threw the sour fruit into the water under the bridge.

The reflection rippled, attracting a group of small fish to come forward, the length of the little finger can't be eaten, the small fish are like this, throw anything will gather onlookers.

Only when there is water can there be a home, drinking water, cooking, laundry, irrigation is inseparable.

More than three hundred years.

Finally a chance to slow down and rest.

"Blossoming and fruiting under the bridge, time forgot me, but I can't forget time, alas, take the time to go to Daomen Immortal Mountain to understand Taoism and nature. ”

Walk slowly through the mountain town.

It's good, there are no snake catchers and no snakeskin instruments.

Step into a humble teahouse.

"Shopkeeper, a bowl of tea, lighter, in a large porcelain bowl. ”

"Okay~Girl~Wait a minute~"

Soon sent coarse tea, boiling water to burn the mouth, two hands picked up the bowl and blew to listen to the townspeople in the teahouse chatting, the front piano and singing music were too ugly, the three strings were broken, the blind man shook his head towards the pillar of the house and played the piano indiscriminately, and the tea guests were listening to the hairy man ranger tell about the scenery outside.

"I'm so tired......"

I don't bother to move with my back against the wall, I really want to sleep for hundreds of years.

Unconsciously induce the energy field, the vast auspiciousness dispels evil, invisibly improves the town's feng shui and life, and allows the real dragon to rest, of course, it is a good place.

When the blind man finished singing, he got up and saluted the pillar to thank him for the reward, and his feelings were sincere.

I turned around with a feeling in my heart, and saw the old Huixian with kind eyebrows and kind eyes at the entrance of the town from a distance.

Knowing that there is a funeral outside the town through the art of looking at qi, there is no doubt that Lao Huixian must have done things in order to break the temple bricks and tiles, and spent a small amount of money to get a real monk to come to the door, and make a lot of money, so he changed to Bai Yujun to Lao Huixian as an agent to ensure that the temple was broken and turned into an imperial city.

"Virtuous old man, here and here~"

Old Huixian smiled and turned his head, and stopped after seeing his appearance clearly.

Seems......

Huanghuang Shenwei is unstoppable, the momentum is heavy, and the vague imperial aura makes Lao Huixian's liver tremble, what the hell has this dragon done? Every time they meet, they can be scared half to death!

Turn around and want to run.

"I'll treat you to tea. ”

Old Hye-hyun, who originally wanted to slip away, was shocked.

Turning around indifferently, the old face smiled peacefully, and secretly wanted to treat himself without having to pay copper coins, but he could take the opportunity to drink a few more bowls of tea, although the stingy dragon was weird, but he was indeed rich.

Greeted everyone in the teahouse with a smile, sat down skillfully, and beckoned the store to come with three bowls of tea.

"Lord Bai, the poor monk is called Huixian. ”