Zhuquan Temple is a good place.

The clear mountains illuminate the water, the smoke is white, and all the bamboo leaves in the world are green.

After a hard journey, I decided to stay in a temple to recover and recover from my injuries. Zhuquan Temple is quiet and pleasant... Jiao has a calming and calming effect that makes Jiao unconsciously let go of his violence and anxiety. The cough symptoms are greatly reduced, and the heart-breaking pain is no longer there.

Lao Huixian was busy planting vegetables, caring for the vegetable seedlings, and doing his best to maintain the temple's food rations.

The Iron Ball Snake Spirit and Little Shitou ran off to cause trouble somewhere. It was hard to imagine what a pangolin, a snake spirit, and a child jumping out of a stone could do. None of them were normal.

"cough……"

A slight cough broke the silence of the bamboo forest.

In the bamboo forest at the back of the mountain, Bai Yujun was sitting cross-legged on a futon, playing the guqin with both hands, playing the guqin leisurely, with sandalwood curling up from a pot of tea. She had nothing to do but play the qin in an arty manner. The lingering aura of the wound was strong, and the environment here was conducive to suppressing the injury.

The jade fingers danced and played the song "Elegance of the Bamboo Forest", and the bamboo leaves fell gracefully, and suddenly split into two silently...

When he has nothing to do, he is proficient in sonic attacks, and integrates his understanding of the artistic conception of the wind to enhance his power. Every sweet sound contains invisible murderous intent, simulating the artistic conception of green bamboo. The pole is like a spear and the leaves are like sharp arrows. It is both forward-moving and agile.

Bamboo survives with perseverance, quietly guarding loneliness and desolation. It is endowed with the meaning of solemnity and unyielding. It is willing to be lonely without distracting thoughts. After countless years, it finally becomes a vast sea of ​​bamboo. It is light, delicate, evergreen all year round, and has all kinds of tenderness.

Be still and savor it carefully.

The roots are rooted in the earth, thirsty for drinking from the yellow spring, the branches are flying across the clouds, the leaves are photographing the sky, thin and strong, solitary, the branches are proud of the snow, and the sky is dry.

Bamboo has tenacious vitality, is strong, fresh, full of vitality and vigorous upward. It breaks out of the ground after the spring rain, spreads its rich green gauze in midsummer, and smiles in the wind, frost and rain after the summer and cold.

In cultivating immortality, apart from cultivating oneself, the most important thing is to understand, to understand the mountains and rivers, to understand the flowers, grass and green trees, and to understand the myriad climates.

Only when you understand the truth and understand this world can you transcend things and not be limited by life and death.

I don’t know how many artistic conceptions there are to comprehend. At present, Bai Yujun has only been able to comprehend the mountains, rivers, wind, rain and climate. This is only the first step of superficial understanding. There is still a lot to go in the future.

"Practice is so difficult..."

I have tried to make mistakes step by step and then corrected them. In order to gain merit, I had to put down my dignity and endure humiliation. No words can describe the feeling. I don’t know when I will avenge so many grievances. All I can do is hide in the dark.

Licking your wounds and waiting quietly for the other party to reveal flaws, you must never do anything that would overwhelm someone with such passion.

"well……"

The sound of the piano was unintentionally sobbing and pitiful, and the sharp energy that had just been uncontrollably flying around dissipated, becoming peaceful and peaceful.

The green bamboo leaves fell silently, landing on the shoulders and matching the white clothes.

In a hole in the distance, a bamboo rat was kicked away by a fat rabbit that came from nowhere. It occupied the entrance of the hole and ate bamboo leaves with its eyes narrowed. Its two big ears dangled back and forth, making the bamboo rat squeak.

After the song ended, I touched the teapot and found that the tea was slightly cool, and the cold tea had a unique taste.

It's rare to drink tea from a teacup this time. The fragrant tea goes into your throat and is refreshing, and the green tea leaves echo with the sea of ​​bamboo.

The wind blows, and the green leaves of the bamboo forest turn, swirl, and fall all over the ground. I don’t know how many green bamboo leaves I accidentally cut off while playing the piano.

The reflection in the cup is green, drinking all the bamboo in the world.

"cough……"

I cover my chest and close my eyes to suppress the injury. It feels uncomfortable. I really miss the days when I was healthy. I can run, jump and fly without any pain. It has been a long time since I was injured and I haven’t been able to soar in the clouds. I feel uncomfortable all over. I always feel that my life is empty.

Something is missing.

I sighed with regret.

at this time……

Zheng~!

The guqin crashed in vain! It made a clanging sound for no reason, as if it was a warning!

A faint murderous intent shrouded the bamboo forest. Several bamboo leaves kept splitting for no reason, as if cut by inexplicable murderous intent. Birds screamed and bamboo rats fled!

Bai Yujun's heart felt cold. From the time Qin suddenly made a sound until now, he hadn't noticed anyone nearby. There was only one possibility. Who was that strange visitor who was even scarier than himself in his heyday?

I feel anxious, blood surges in my chest, and my chest feels uncomfortable...

"Ahem...who is here?"

the other side.

Lao Huixian, who was growing vegetables, was stunned for a moment when he heard the tinkling of the piano. He threw away his hoe and ran clumsily toward the bamboo forest in the back mountain, stumbling and swaying his long beard and eyebrows.

The bamboo forest is very quiet, so quiet that you can't hear the rustling sound of the vast sea of ​​bamboo swaying.

Bai Yujun stood up and hugged the guqin tightly and looked around. The thermal infrared rays could not see anyone, the smell could not detect any odor, and the vibration sensors made no other sounds. It was as if everything was as usual and there was nothing!

But his intuition clearly told Bai Yujun that there was a powerful being nearby. He was as calm as a cat playing with a mouse. Which powerful being came to kill him? Who is it?

"Who is it? Ahem...Don't you have the courage to show up yet?"

"as you wish."

Someone said a word somewhere, and then I felt a slightly familiar breath...

The majestic wind blew her hair tousled and covered her red eyes, her small and slightly protruding nose was breathing disorderly, and her heart was beating violently with a slow heart rate...

In panic, I saw a figure slowly falling from the sky among the bamboo forest through my hair!

White blue cloud pattern robe, jade crown sword box, people from Chunyang Palace...

Bai Yujun's heart felt as if he had fallen to the bottom of the valley. Bai Yujun didn't know how he suddenly appeared in Zhuquan Temple. No one should know his whereabouts. The boat on the river used the water vein dragon energy to cover up the traces of his breath. How could he still be found?

The white silver-patterned shoes are stepping on the green leaves, the Taoist robes are windless and automatic, and the simple sword box behind is full of murderous intent!

There is no need to struggle anymore, even in his heyday he is no match for him, not to mention that now he has low combat effectiveness and can only play the piano to scare people, everything is in vain.

Let go, the guqin falls and the strings jingle...

Unless you immediately dive into underground rivers or large rivers and lakes, perhaps the closer option is to fly into the sky and hide in the clouds.

I just wanted to use bamboo leaves to protect myself with the help of the bamboo artistic conception that I didn't understand much, but I had no choice but to give up. A few suspended green bamboo leaves were unable to fall to the ground. Everything I did was redundant in the face of absolute strength.

Hui Xian was panting and running along the path. Just then, he suddenly felt that a scary guy appeared in the mountain behind the bamboo forest, and then there was a sound of strings crashing. He clearly remembered that in the morning the white demon said he was going to the mountain behind.

While practicing the piano, I don’t know what kind of enemies this monster has provoked and will be chased to this point, so I can’t just sit idly by and watch.

From a distance, I saw a person falling above the bamboo forest.

"The sword...falls down, leaving...the demon behind!"

Lao Huixian thinks that the white demon is pretty good. He helps make money to build the temple and listens to his nonsense. It is rare to make close friends. He is also one of the few people who does not treat the young and old in the temple as monsters... If he dies, he can still be with him in the future.

Who speaks?

"Don't do anything...how can a monk's place of pure cultivation be so violent!"

I don’t know what kind of breathing exercises Hui Xian has practiced, but the sweat on his forehead that was just running away instantly transformed him into the appearance of an eminent monk.

His long eyebrows fluttered and his white beard was almost touching the ground. He put his hands together and put on a look of kind brows and kind eyes.

"Donor, put down the butcher knife... Is it good to use a sword? It's not good to hurt flowers and plants. You have to be kind as a human being. If you don't have kindness, what's the difference between you and a monster?" I want to chat with more like-minded people.

"New White Snake Asks the Immortal",;", chatting about life and looking for close friends~
Chapter completed!