After resting in Jiangzhou for more than a month, it was rare to feel relaxed.

The location of Jiangzhou City is very good. The attic of the house is close to a huge lake in the city. The lake is several miles wide and has rippling blue waves. Green willows are planted on the shore. The breeze blows through the willow branches like smoke. On weekdays, there are scholars and scholars reciting poems and writing poems together by the lake.

Goulan on the opposite side of the lake is a place where dignitaries in the city hang out, and opera and drums are played every day.

Last night, for some reason, the elder took away all the senior disciples stationed there, looking in a hurry.

In addition to a group of Miao Zhu and others who were recruited from the local area to be responsible for the incense affairs, the only people left at the station were Bai Yujun and two other foundation-building disciples, two senior brothers from Yuxu, who, like Bai Yujun, were out on missions and resting in the station.

Rest is boring, and you can't just lie in bed and sleep every day.

The two senior brothers had been meditating. Bai Yujun felt bored, so he took a newly bought teapot and brewed two cheap ginseng sticks and went to Goulan to watch a show. Don't get me wrong, Goulan at this time was not an unhealthy place like those in the later period. It was purely a place for singing and listening to operas.

Qu'er's place, well... simply put, it is the opera house of modern earth.

Now that the floods have receded, the people have hope for life and have some spare money in their pockets.

Carrying the teapot, putting on the newly made Hanfu with a qujing train, he wandered out of the S-shaped route and arrived at the Goulan Gate. The gatekeeper stared blankly at the teapot in Bai Yujun's hand. He didn't quite understand why he had to provide tea himself.

Bring it, luckily there is no corkage fee these days.

"This lady...this..."

Menzi pointed at the teapot with a question mark on his face, not knowing what to do.

"This? I'm sorry I can't give you tea. See you later."

After giving him one tael of silver for the entrance fee, Bai Yujun walked into the door without hesitation, spent another five taels of silver to buy a seat, and drank ginseng soup one mouthful at a time.

To be honest, the operas here are really boring. They are the same old songs without any innovation.

If you dare to innovate, you will be scolded as deviant. It is always right to repeat the old. You can recite popular operas silently, and it all depends on the performers' acting skills and appearance.

In fact, Bai Yujun thinks the operas in towns and villages are more interesting. Some people may say they are too vulgar, but watching operas is just for fun and killing time.

I drank up the ginseng soup in one gulp and then shamelessly called the waiter to bring me a new pot of tea.

The private room is not a private room, but it has a larger seating space and a tea table. A young lady from a wealthy family next to her stared at Bai Yujun curiously, maybe thinking that drinking tea from a teapot was something she had never seen before.

That's right, Bai Yujun was sitting in the women's section watching the show. Don't ask why, he couldn't sit peacefully with those men. After all, it was not good to kill someone.

suddenly……

Bai Yujun felt uncomfortable and stinging in his chest, making Bai Yujun confused.

"Well……"

The picture in front of me keeps flashing...

It was so uncomfortable that I couldn't catch my breath. After the uncomfortable symptoms subsided, I grabbed the teapot and poured a few sips of tea before I felt better. Another lady from a wealthy family sitting next to me sent a maid to come over to greet her. Bai Yujun waved her hand to say it was okay and thank her.

Snake Immortal's predictive sensing ability caused him to feel heart palpitations, as if something bad was about to happen...

Bai Yujun's snake soul instinctively wants to find a safe place to hide to avoid disasters. The colorful actors on the stage are babbling and singing. The uneasiness coming from the depths of their souls is getting stronger and stronger, and they wish they could change back immediately.

The white snake burrowed into the ground!

In Bai Yujun's opinion, the safest place is Chunyang Station.

Pushing aside the table and running out of the theater under the curious gaze of everyone, he climbed directly onto the water and ran from the lake to the station on the other side...

Outside Jiangzhou City, a stream of light flew quickly.

Bai Yujun almost rolled and crawled back to the resident courtyard, and then ran all the way to the three-story attic by the lake, where was the resident meeting hall. For some reason, even after entering the resident courtyard, he still felt insecure and had palpitations.

Getting stronger and stronger, I went up to the third floor and saw two senior brothers still meditating.

The two opened their eyes and looked at the panting Bai Yujun strangely. Under normal circumstances, monks rarely lose their composure like this.

"Junior Sister Bai, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Yujun looked at the two senior brothers. The fear in his heart still existed. It was obvious that this Chunyang station could not bring any sense of security. It seemed that... the crisis was in this station!

"Let's leave quickly...the sooner the better..." Bai Yujun shouted anxiously.

"Go? Where?"

"Anywhere will do! Yes... um..."

Before they finished speaking, a huge pressure fell from the sky, making the two of them panic. It was the power released by the monks who were higher than themselves. Simply put, it was a high energy beyond their own abilities.

The most direct feeling brought by the magnetic field of an object, Bai Yujun didn't know whether the guy who released the intimidating momentum was in the Golden Core stage or the Nascent Soul stage. No matter which one, it would be too easy to deal with his three foundation-building kittens.

Light flashed outside the window.

Boom~!

A house in the station collapsed after a violent explosion. Dust flew into the sky. The long-term workers and maids in the courtyard ran in panic. Many people were trapped in the ruins and did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Click...crunch!

The three-story attic was shaken violently, and about a third of the building was shattered, exposing pieces of wood, green tiles and various debris, and water splashed in the lake.

Bai Yujun fell to the ground and stepped back, trying to stay away from the shattered attic on the other side...

Looking at the sky through the hole, a man wearing purple and black clothes stood in the air. Every time he waved his hand, it would cause explosion damage in the courtyard of the station. Walking around in the courtyard seemed like trampling to death a few ants on the ground in his own back garden. It was a

This kind of reckless vandalism shows that the man clearly knows whose territory he is destroying.

Faced with masters who were beyond unknown cultivating levels, there was not much he could do, and struggling was useless. A deep sense of powerlessness filled his heart. Bai Yujun clearly felt the strong death crisis, and regretted that he ran back. If he had stayed

The theater would not be in danger, and it would be useless to say anything now.

Fear, despair, no resistance at all...

A figure flashed around him, and a disciple of Zixu rushed up to the roof with only two-thirds of it remaining, holding a sword.

Bai Yujun wanted to reach out and pull him back, but couldn't...

"The bold demon dares to attack my Chunyang station! Stop it quickly!"

"Oh? It turns out there are three little guys hiding."

He casually waved a stream of light, and some kind of weapon penetrated the chest of senior brother Zixu. Bai Yujun saw with his own eyes that senior brother's body smashed the roof of the attic and the falling green tiles fell in front of him. The other senior brother hesitated slightly and used

He used all his spiritual power to control the sword and stab that person.

He almost committed suicide...

Maybe it was his faith that made him not afraid of the strong, or maybe it was because he knew he would die but would rather die with some dignity.

There was another explosion, and the sword bounced on the ground and trembled for a few times before settling down. Dust fell and covered the white sword blade, as if the owner of the sword was lying on the ground motionless.

Bai Yujun breathed rapidly and couldn't stop trembling. Death became so clear again.

The three-story wooden attic was swaying after being attacked repeatedly. Bai Yujun huddled in the corner and looked up to see the man looking at him. A sense of crisis instantly filled his mind.

"Huh? What is this?"

The man looked at Bai Yujun carefully, licked the corner of his mouth, glanced greedily and shook his head.

"What a pity, such a beautiful cauldron."

Wave.

Bai Yujun watched helplessly as the stream of light flew toward his chest...
Chapter completed!