In the depths of the White Dragon Cave, in the ice palace, an illusory white figure sat on an ice platform for a long time. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

In the middle of the ice platform, Wang Yazhi was lying quietly on it. The clothes that had been stripped off by the dust were already neatly dressed. It's just that she was still unconscious, her teeth clenched, and her face pale.

The white figure stared at Wang Yazhi, as if looking at the most precious treasure in the world. The scene he had just experienced still made him palpitate, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead that had not been wiped off.

"Xiaobai, it's okay anymore." An old man in gray with a white beard came over and patted the white figure and said, "Just now, thanks to our tacit cooperation, otherwise we would have really fallen in love with the old Taoist." ”

At the most critical moment, the meridian flame array shrank smaller and smaller, trapping the Great White Snake and Wang Yazhi tightly. Those flames had already scorched the skin and flesh of the Great White Snake, and it was still desperately guarding Wang Yazhi to prevent those flames from burning her to the spenny.

"Evil animal, spit out the elixir in your body, or I will burn you and this little girl to death." Holding his sword, he kept urging the Meridian Flame Array.

The Great White Snake finally gave up its resistance and spat out a brilliant bead from its mouth.

The bead was the size of a pigeon's egg, shining like a star falling from the night sky.

Miyunzi smirked and reached out to grab the beads in his hand. He opened his mouth, wanting the elixir to be stuffed into his mouth.

"Hmph, old Taoist, you can't help but think too well, how can such a good thing be enjoyed by one person."

The figure flashed in front of him, and the beads in the hand of Mao Yunzi had already reached the hands of an old man in gray.

The old man's snow-white hair hung down to his waist, a few strands of the same snow-white beard hung down to his chest, his long eyebrows were dyed, his starry eyes were like electricity, and he had an elegant fairy bearing.

"Old thing, who are you? Dare to come and grab something from me, you are looking for death! Mao Yunzi stabbed at the old man in gray with his sword.

The old man in gray jumped up, his coat fluttering, like a gray crane floating towards the depths of the cave.

Mao Yunzi was furious, how could this beaked duck let it fly. He held a bronze ancient sword and chased after him.

The old man in gray turned around and smiled at him, and with a wave of his hand, the scorching pearl crossed the top of the cloud's head and fell on the body of the big white snake.

A shining light enveloped the Great White Snake and Wang Yazhi.

"Give it to me, give it to me!" Mao Yunzi turned around and pounced on the big white snake.

The light flashed away, and Wang Yazhi and the big white snake were gone.

"Wow, wow!" Seeing that what he had worked so hard to get was gone, the fairy dream he was about to achieve came to naught, and the whole person became crazy.

Mao Yunzi slashed wildly with his sword and ran towards the depths of the cave.

"Xiaobai, that old Taoist priest has been killed by his own apprentice, and no one will come to hurt you again."

"Hmph, he deserves it."

"Xiaobai, you rest for a while, leave this little girl to me."

The old man in gray sat cross-legged on the ice platform, concentrating, and a cloud of white smoke gradually rose from his palms.

The old man put his palms between Wang Yazhi's foreheads. The endless stream of white smoke shrouded Wang Yazhi.

"Thank you, old turtle."

The old man in gray shook his head with a smile and did not make a sound.

"Old turtle, you send her down the mountain. When she wakes up and sees our nest, she may be frightened again. ”

"Hehe, do you think our old nest is worse than the old dragon king's crystal palace."

"It's not a place for her to stay long, after all."

The old man in gray picked up Wang Yazhi, her pale smiling face was gradually ruddy, like a flower bud stained with dewdrops, waiting to open.

The man in white walked over, held her face, and kissed her lovingly.

The man in white took off the sun god bird Gu Yu from his neck and hung it around Wang Yazhi's neck.

"Xiaobai, you don't need this anymore."

"I don't need it, I've survived the thunderstorm, I don't need this thing anymore. This is her favorite thing for her blind grandfather, so let's give it back to her. ”

At the entrance of the White Dragon Cave, the rising sun brings light and warmth. The fish in the heavenly pond jumped out of the water, their scales shining in the sun. The birds in the treetops also sang happily. Last night's nightmare had been dispelled by the crisp morning breeze as if nothing had happened.

Wang Yazhi opened her eyes and saw the kind grandfather in gray clothes. She was in his warm embrace, and his embrace reminded her of the dead blind third grandfather.

"Grandpa, why am I here? Brother Snake Lang, I dreamed that the old Taoist priest was going to burn me and Brother Snake Lang to death with fire, I was so scared. ”

"Don't be afraid, child, it's all in the past. Your snake brother is fine, you are fine, it is the old Taoist priest who is in trouble. ”

"What's wrong with him?"

"He died, and he was buried there." The old man in gray raised his hand and pointed to the mound by the heavenly pool.

"How did he die?"

"He deserved to die, so he died."

"So, what about the dusty man?"

"He should go, so he left."

"Oh."

Wang Yazhi remembered the silly smiling face of the dust, that poor guy. His master is dead, where has he gone, and where can he go? Maybe I'll never see him again.

Wang Yazhi suddenly felt a little sad. For Xun Chenzi, she has a kind of brother's dependence, a little bit of friendship like a partner, and more memories of suffering in the fire ****.

"Will he come back?"

"Maybe, it won't come back." The old man in gray shook his head. This kind and pure girl, what would she think if she knew that Huan Chenzi was forced by Mao Yunzi with the intention of defiling her innocent body?

"Grandpa, why is this ancient jade here with me?"

"This is your third grandfather's, he loves you the most, you can leave it for a thought."

"Oh." Wang Yazhi stroked the glossy ancient jade, thinking that she didn't know when she would be able to see Brother Snake Lang.

"Let's go, kid, grandpa will send you down the mountain."

The old man in gray took Wang Yazhi's hand and walked down the mountain.

"Goodbye, grandpa." Wang Yazhi waved goodbye to the old man at the entrance of the village. After walking a few steps, when I looked back, the old man was gone, as if he had disappeared into thin air.

When he walked to the big dragon field, many people recognized him and greeted him with a smile. Hu Chenzi didn't have the heart to pay attention to those people, the master was dead, and he didn't need the lies of the golden boy Linfan.

After getting on the shuttle bus to Lingzhou County, Huchenzi left Dalongchang, he wanted to leave far away, and the farther he went, the better.

In the evening, he had already come to Qingyang County, which was more than 100 miles away from the boundary of Lingzhou. The Qingshui River joins the Dalong River here, flowing towards the mighty Yangtze River, which runs all the way from the snow-capped mountains.

Qingyang has a railway through it, and it is close to the Dalongjiang River, which is convenient for water and land, and is naturally much more prosperous than Lingzhou.

Huchenzi found a small hotel near the train station and planned to take the train further the next day. After settling down, taking a shower, and putting on clean clothes, Huchenzi went out on the street alone to find something to eat.

At that time, the area around the railway station in Qingyang County was mixed, and people came and went frequently, and of course there was a different kind of liveliness.

In the vicinity of the railway station, there are several wholesale markets and a few small streets with twists and turns.

There are people hiding in those small streets who are doing shady things. Of course, the newcomers to this place will not know the rules here.

Hu Chenzi found a small shop on the street and prepared a simple bowl of bean curd rice.

Mutton soup and bean curd rice are Qingyang's specialties.

Douhua is the kind of delicate and elastic well water bean curd. The bean curd is the same, but the difference is the dipping sauce of each family. The hot and spicy Erjintiao chili noodles and fragrant peppercorn oil are indispensable. More than a dozen other seasonings are different from each other, forming different flavors.

At that time, a bowl of bean curd cost five cents, and a bowl of rice cost a dime. You can eat a round belly for a dollar.

Mutton soup is more advanced than the popular bean curd rice. The soup is milky white, the meat slices are thin, and a pot of soup is served on the table, and the streets are full of fragrance. As for that practice, it's a secret that people don't pass on.

The family selected by Hu Chenzi bought bean curd rice and mutton soup, and the business was naturally very good.

Hu Chenzi chose a small table placed by the store on the side of the street, asked for a bowl of bean curd, two bowls of rice, and ate it slowly.

"Boss, make a pot of good mutton soup, three catties of mutton. The meat must be good, it's not good, and Lao Tzu smashed your stall. ”

Hu Chenzi heard the voice of a loud and domineering man, as if he had shot a thunderbolt out of thin air.