The old monk Huixian led the small stone to meditate and chant by the lake all day long.

The village tyrant big white goose roared from an old man and a young man swimming in front of him, the white hair floated green water and the red anthurium plucked the clear waves, the two masters and apprentices did not move as if they were gods, and the villagers were even more shocked by the gods, and sent a meal every day for the master and apprentice to eat.

Lakeside.

Xiao Shi looked up at the master just now.

"Master, how many more days are we going to sit here?"

"Don't worry, stay for three or five days and leave. ”

"It's going to be a long time......"

Xiaoshi misses the birds and tranquility in the mountains, it is boring to sit by the lake every day, and the child is too active by nature to be impatient, although he does not have to pull grass to work here, but he just feels uncomfortable.

"Let's stay here for a few days, and the villagers will be relieved to farm at sunrise and sunset, anyway, the big demon shouldn't harm people. ”

"Demon ...... It really won't hurt anyone?" Xiao Shi looked at Hye-hyun with wide eyes.

"Who knows......"

Hyehyun muttered a word of silence. Quietly looking at the lake, watching the white geese playing in the water, watching the reflection of the mountains and rivers in the lake, the calm water surface flooded the Wang family compound, the white walls and green water, but also has a different artistic conception.

Turning his head to look at the entrance of the village, a fortune teller holding a banner came to Wangjiaji......

Wang's vision is not obvious, occasionally passing by and there is a real material of the gentleman will find this place strange, but because of the lack of knowledge, I don't understand what is magical, curious will go into the village to check.

But the more you look at it, the more confused you become. The leylines are chaotic and misty, and there is no clue to be seen.

Bai Yu sits at the door to bask in the sun, with the help of the sun to raise the body temperature, now do not bask in the sun and other rainy season want to be unable to sun, to cherish.

Raising my eyelids, I saw the gentleman passing by the door.

But most of the fortune tellers who come to this Wang family set are a little ink, and it is impossible for a liar to find out that this place is abnormal, so come on, I don't believe that you can still find a handsome star if you modify the momentum disorder of the leyline, isn't this one just in front of the door, it is estimated that the lake is abnormal.

It's just some idle gentlemen, not the white rain, and there is no one in this world who understands the leylines better than himself.

Let's bask in our sun.

The wind blew the osmanthus trees, the lake waves crashed against the embankment, and the people of Wangjiaji finally reacted that they could use the lake to raise fish. The entrance is small and the lake is large, and it is a natural fish pond.

Anyway, the water also flooded the fields, so they simply raised fish, which they could eat themselves or pull out and sell, or dry the fish for the winter.

Wang Jiaji began to raise fish.

Unconsciously, clouds drifted in the sky to block the sun, it drizzled, the old monk Huixian led the small stone to live in the village to continue to subdue the demon, the villagers felt that before the completion of the fish pond must be deterred by the old monk Huixian, but they didn't know that the master and apprentice were just going through the motions.

Bai Yu didn't make an oil-paper umbrella in the past two days.

Smoke and rain, green mountains and green water clouds and fog, such a beautiful scenery does not go to the lake to go around, by the way to make their own oil paper umbrella advertising, can not recruit people, can only be their own model.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with landscapes and danqing, Bai Yu deliberately changed into a curved Hanfu, with long hair and a cold waist, standing quietly by the lake.

The smoke and rain are blind, and the blue boat draws the west of the bridge.

The breeze mixed with the smell of lake water blew, and the people by the lake stood still, in addition to advertising their oil-paper umbrellas, Bai Yu was still waiting for people, waiting for the people who came to find the handsome star.

The eastern sky is implied with blood red, which means that there will be people from the east today, and those who come are not good.

The drizzle seems to be sprinkled in my heart.

Sometimes Bai Yu really hopes that he is a real master like Gan Wu, without a self and without a sword, killing all the enemies in front of him, and no one is afraid of his fierce momentum.

Gan Wu is a sword cultivator, well, when he has practiced his sword skills to the extreme, will he become a sword cultivator.

Saying...... I have never comprehended any profound sword techniques or swordsmanship artistic conception, most of the time it is easy to use, about the wind and rain, rivers and lakes are extremely thorough, killing techniques are not very proficient, the level of taking care of the world has risen sharply, it seems a little crooked.

Stretching out his hand, the slender white palm stretched out of the paper umbrella to cover the range, and the rain touched the edge of the palm without dripping.

The five fingers are folded together, and the nearby rainwater is immediately collected into the palm of the palm to form a ball of water.

The palm of the hand slammed, and the water balloon collapsed. It turned into water vapor to form several small clouds, and the small clouds rained, as if they were no different from this world.

At the entrance of the village, a monk came.

Rather than being called a monk, the word Arhat is more appropriate, with a big waist and a round body as strong as a bear, bronze skin, shoulders against the crescent shovel, shirtless, with a fist and big black beads hanging on his chest, and the footprints of straw sandals are twice the size of others, and he does not hold an umbrella, and strides in the rain with meteors.

By the lake, Bai Yu's location just blocked the road into the village.

The Luohan monk stopped, not angry, staring at the woman by the lake with big eyes, under the oil-paper umbrella was a young girl, with a spell in his hand, he felt a strong murderous aura.

"Why the road. The Arhat monk asked.

"There is no road here. Please. ”

Bai Yu kept looking at the lake and didn't turn around, the Luohan monk in the Jindan period, his qi and blood were vigorous and physical, and he completely restrained it, just thinking about how to force it back as quickly as possible if the other party refused to give up.

If the Western Sect discovers the general Shuai Xing, it will not be just an Arhat monk, the only possibility is that many sects and sects will cast a wide net to search for the Chosen One, and the Wang family will not be able to find the mystery of the disorder of the earth's qi, and the first-order body cultivation will not find the mystery.

"There is no road, the road is at the foot of the Sprinkle family, you ...... Is it a demon?"

"The vision is good, this place is my place of cultivation, please go back. ”

Hearing this, the monk laughed, began to chuckle lightly, and then the laughter became louder and louder, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and laughed so much that tears flowed.

Bai Yu is also laughing, as long as he fools the other party, it doesn't matter what else he does.

"Hahaha~ The demons dare to occupy the mountain as the king~ Wait for the sprinkler family to subdue the demons and eliminate the demons to save the people of Li from fire and water!"

"Evil is to be killed!"

The shirtless Arhat roared angrily. Rush like a humanoid dinosaur!

Bai Yu sighed, he didn't have time to build weapons, so he had to use a horizontal knife against the long soldiers now, and the matter of weapons really couldn't be delayed, fortunately, we have a strong physique.

Put down the oil-paper umbrella, draw the knife, and the sharp horizontal knife with a faint fluorescent light cuts through the rain.

The weapon hit hard and suffered, and when it was about to fight, the changing knife technique blocked the crescent shovel, and the blade swept over the long handle of the crescent shovel and rubbed a little spark......

Seeing that the monster was approaching and wanted to use his fists and feet, the Luohan monk sneered and punched the opponent!

At the same time, Bai Yu also raised his small fist and went straight to the big fist of the sand pot, and snake scales appeared on the back of his hand!

Two fists, one large and one small, touched......

It seems to be a difference in size between a watermelon and a peach, and the fight is a competition of strength and physique, as if the weapon is nothing more than something outside the body, and both sides have absolute confidence in their own physical strength.

Bang~!

A shockwave erupted in the middle of the fist, shattering the raindrops into mist and spreading ...... in a circle.