Suhang's business is over, it's time to leave.

It has been more than half a year since I arrived in Suzhou and Hangzhou during the Qingming Festival on the third day of March. When it came, the spring rain was like wine and willows were like smoke, and when it left, it was snowy and cold. Bai Yujun successfully ate the earth vein dragon energy needed for evolution and entered the realm of the demon king. In the next seven hundred years, he must

There is a long way to go to reach the state of perfection.

After evolving, I discovered another thing. The next improvement no longer requires the crazy devouring of earth vein dragon energy.

In other words, it must rely on other methods to improve, but we don’t know exactly how.

Think about it, you can't eat up the world like a greedy snake. It's a bit like you have passed the lactation period. You should eat some normal food to grow and develop. It's rare in the world to be transformed by dragon energy. It's the only one in the world. It's completely

I can't find any previous examples to learn from.

I have read through most of the ancient books of Chunyang Palace, but there is no record about transforming into a dragon.

Perhaps, Mu should know.

Before leaving, Bai Yujun said goodbye to the wonderful group of Zhuquan Temple. Bai Yujun believed that they would meet again in the future. Hundreds of years old friends did not need to express their gratitude in a hypocritical manner.

"Master Xianhui, I am going back to Southern Wilderness. See you later."

"It's so good, the poor monk Hui Xian."

"Almost~"

"Donor Bai, I will definitely go to Zhuquan Temple as a guest when I have time someday. I will have enough bamboo shoots, bamboo fungus soup, and bamboo tube rice tubes to eat. The small temple is poor, but I can calmly cook in the spring and enjoy tea."

"I will definitely go, and then I will bring more monsters to eat up your remaining food~"

"Uh... welcome."

Before leaving, I rummaged through the storage bag and found a better quality ring-shou knife to give to the snake demon boy. I originally planned to give Xiao Shitou a ham, but after thinking about it, I decided not to.

I waved my hand and walked slowly out of the city across the snow-covered stone arch bridge.

When I first arrived at Xiaoqiao Liushui House in Suzhou and Hangzhou, I was devastated and flooded with victims when I left. When I left the city, Bai Yujun accidentally ran to the West Lake to see the snow scene. Everyone said that the remaining snow in the West Lake was beautiful. Since I caught up, I went to see it.

The sky is blue and snow is falling, and I am strolling around Sudi holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Walking along the bluestone embankment, the white color is the mountains and trees, the dark color is the lake water and the bluestones, and the lake surface is as smooth as a mirror without wind.

The lake is filled with the sounds of people and birds. I walk across the stone bridge alone to the pavilion in the center of the lake to see the snow. The weeping willows are hung with rime. The sky, clouds, mountains and water are all white, and the beautiful scenery of the remaining snow is reflected on the lake.

"That's great~"

Exhale the white hot air from a small mouth, take off the hood to reveal the dragon horns and pointed ears, and admire it quietly.

Slow down your steps to witness the beauty of the world, why bother walking in such a hurry? At the end of the day, I realized that I was walking too fast and forgot about the scenery of the journey. I guess there are only some practitioners and monsters in the world who are in a good mood. Look, aren't we pretty awesome now? You

Zaiyouzai sneaked into the realm of the Demon King.

When Suzhou and Hangzhou were hit by disasters, people cried out loudly all over the place. The literati who were drinking and writing poems lost their mood for fun, and the West Lake was rarely quiet.

Shijing Lane.

Wearing only a thin shirt, Li Daniu repaired the house without fear of the severe cold and skillfully replaced it with new tiles. As the head catcher, he was supposed to be responsible for maintaining public order in the city, but I don't know which official came to Suhang and arranged for his family members to manage the city and hired outsiders.

It doesn’t take a police officer who is familiar with the local situation to know which song is being sung.

In the room, Xu Xian kept staring at the beautiful picture of white mist and rain on the West Lake.

After the painting was straightened, the evil spirit disappeared, the misty scenery was covered with drizzle, and the artistic conception was ethereal and intoxicating.

Xu Jiaorong was muttering in the kitchen.

"Oh~ I thought it was a scary monster, but it turned out to be a dragon, tsk tsk~"

"Chinese~ In fact, it is good for our family to marry a dragon girl. Even the emperor is not destined to hold the red thread. If the younger brother and sister are dragon girls, wouldn't the children they give birth to are dragon sons and grandsons? My parents must be overjoyed down there.

Mouth."

Just like ordinary people, they cannot accept that the other party is a monster, but if it is a dragon, their attitude will change immediately, and it still depends on their identity.

"My descendants will be more powerful if they have horns on their heads."

"It is said that the royal children are born with dragon scales all over their bodies. They are all nonsense. The dragon horns in our family are the real dragon sons and grandsons. Who wants to have a dragon girl as a mother~"

Xu Jiaorong was so verbose that Li Daniu couldn't stand it.

"Oh, madam, don't talk nonsense, or you may be reported to the police and sent to jail for punishment~"

The couple were talking back to each other. Xu Xian remained motionless and stared at the painting in a daze. He did not move until his hands and feet were cold. He knew that Bai Yujun would leave today...

There was a awning boat passing by on the river outside the door, and the boatman chatted that there was a girl in white in the West Lake, who looked like a dragon girl.

With a thought in my heart, I hurriedly got up and went out.

"Hanwen? Hanwen, where are you going?" Li Daniu shouted.

"I'm going to see the West Lake~"

By the time he finished speaking, the person had disappeared. Xu Jiaorong wanted to tell him to bring an umbrella because it was snowing outside, but he had already run away. Li Daniu, who was working on the roof, quickly called on an acquaintance of the boatman to give Xu Xian a ride.

The awning boat creaked leisurely, carrying the anxious Xu Xian out of the city. He had been feeling dizzy ever since he was bitten and poisoned. The figure in the white dress became increasingly blurry. He was afraid that as time passed, he would gradually forget everything related to her. Jiang

The wind is wet and cold, and what’s even colder is that we will eventually be thousands of miles apart...

I have no intention of admiring the winter snow scenery of West Lake. I wish the boat could go faster and the wind and snow fall all over my head.

The snowflakes falling all over the sky are like catkins flying in the early spring on March 3rd. The white ones are the sky, the mountains and the trees, and the black ones are the misty West Lake. They are familiar and yet strange.

The hazy water mist dispersed, and from a distance I saw a girl with long hair in white clothes holding an umbrella on the white embankment enjoying the garden.

The boat slowly docked at the embankment, and Xu Xian hurried ashore, walking through the snow to arrive in front of Bai Yujun. His vague memory became clear again after he saw the girl's appearance, except for the addition of a pair of small white horns and delicate pointed ears.

Bai Yujun didn't expect Xu Xian to come, so she took this opportunity to change his destiny.

If he hadn't met him back then, he wouldn't have embarked on this path. For him, he was just a dream for hundreds of years in his past life, so he shouldn't get too close.

Seeing that his shoulders and head were covered with white snow, and he was recovering from the poison and it was less likely to catch cold, he raised his paper umbrella to help Xu Xian cover the snow. He was too short, so he had to raise his arms and hold the same umbrella together.

Viewed from a distance, there are two figures, one tall and one short, under the paper umbrellas on the vast white bluestone embankment. The falling snow on the West Lake makes it difficult to see clearly.

The wind blew the hair ribbons flying...

Walk slowly along the Baidi.

Maybe you can smell a special fragrance if you get too close, which makes you feel a little cramped.

"Miss Bai..."

"Mr. Xu, can you recover? I had no choice but to do it at that time. Please forgive me."

I took a closer look at Xu Xian's neck, and there were only two small scars left on it. If you don't look carefully, you can't see clearly.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, um... are you leaving?"

"You should have left long ago when you shouldn't have appeared. You will also return to your original life, start a family and start a business. Also, remember to bring an umbrella next time you come to West Lake. It rained on March 3rd during the Qingming Festival and I didn't bring an umbrella. It snowed in the cold winter and I didn't bring an umbrella.

Well, I’m giving this umbrella to you, no charge~”

Xu Xian grabbed the handle of the umbrella in a daze, his hands still warm.

Walk to the bluestone bridge.

Bai Yujun smiled, silently dispelling the part of Xu Xian's luck related to him.

Suddenly, Xu Xian found that he could not see the beauty in front of him more and more clearly, as if something important had just disappeared and could no longer be remembered...

"Sir, I'll never see you again."

"Bai...Miss Bai..."

Xu Xian held the umbrella and stretched out his hand to grab something, but he couldn't remember it more and more, and he almost forgot his name.

Bai Yujun, who is wearing a white dress and long hair, seems to be moving slowly, but in fact she is quickly disappearing into the distance, disappearing into the mist and snow.

The snow remains on the broken bridge, and the fragrance lingers on the paper umbrella.
Chapter completed!