It's foggy on the lake.

I can't see the distant mountains or the arched bridge, it seems like they are moving among the clouds.

The curtains are white gauze, the boat is rippling, and it is leisurely traveling in the mist. It is an old wooden boat, and a human figure is faintly visible in the canopy, and there is a white-scaled dragon's tail hanging down into the water.

The ethereal female voice sings softly acapella.

"The rain has begun to stop."

"The bridge returns."

"Meeting old friends in dreams..."

"The wind is rustling."

"The clouds are far away."

"The mountains are far away and the road is far away..."

"The dusty heart is not over yet..."

The dragon's tail rolls up the clear lake water playfully, and the mist is very quiet after the rain. Bai Yujun just wants to stay in the boat and waste time. There is water and fog. It is enough for a dragon for the time being. It is very comfortable. It is said that the local fisherman

A must, I can make some arrangements in the afternoon.

"Alas, the world is free for just a few days, but there are countless troubles."

Lifting the dragon's tail, water drops slid down against the white scales.

The boat floats quietly.

The reflection of the lake is misty, with arch bridges and distant mountains hidden in the mist. It is difficult to distinguish the water from the shore. The white mist after the rain is made by Bai Yujun. If you want it to be foggy, it will become foggy, and you can control the earthly scenery as you like. It's quite beautiful, isn't it?

My hometown is far away, when will I go?

Sing softly, with a deep and distant voice...

Hui Xian and the other three are really begging for alms, while Bai Yujun only has the tradition of buying and grabbing rice. Carrying a bowl and going around begging for alms always feels like his talent is being buried.

When you become a middleman, you naturally have to look like a profiteer.

Eat, drink, and lazily swim around the lake.

No wind, quiet.

The weeping willows are motionless, and occasionally willow leaves fall and dot the lake surface.

"Sleepy~"

Lying on the soft quilt, I stretched my arms and stretched out, holding my waist tightly. My bare feet were comfortable and comfortable. I wore a small shirt and a thin nightgown. My black hair was all over the bed. I couldn't turn over very well, and I always felt that my hair was being pressed.

The wooden boat moved on its own without wind. Looking down from the sky, one could see the small boat making ripples on the lake.

The old thick wooden bow pushes away the lotus leaves.

The pearls danced and scattered on the green lotus leaves, as if they were sprinkled on a sapphire plate.

The curtains of the boat awning opened a gap, and with delicate white jade arms and hands, she grabbed a pink lotus flower and cut it off, then put it back in the cabin and put her nose to smell the fragrance. Hmm... it felt like tempting a dragon.

Open your red lips and bite a piece secretly.

Nod.

It tastes pretty good.

The boat stopped among the lotus flowers.

After eating the lotus, pick out the lotus seeds, and after eating the lotus seeds, you also eat the lotus pods. For a certain person, all things have only two functions. First, they can be eaten, and second, they cannot be eaten.

Huh? The fat frog on the lotus leaf looks delicious?

Gua…

Lie horizontally, vertically, and have fun lying down wherever you want.

It feels really good to be alone in a daze. The gentle sound of water makes me feel sleepy easily.

dusk.

Candles light up the city.

Ordinary people don't know that the real dragon's stay brings continuous rain. It rarely stops raining, and the festive atmosphere that has been suppressed for several days is reawakened. Shops open with great shouts, street performers attract bursts of applause, tourists stop to put up lanterns, and lotus leaf lanterns float along the water.

Far.

If you want to find a real dragon, go wherever the scent is.

The majestic real dragon actually relies on its mythical sense of smell to find delicious food. It can tell whether it is delicious or not. It can tell from the taste how to season the raw materials and how much the heat is enough. It is completely invisible. This is a talent.

Feel free to ask for a private room by the window.

Ordered a table full of special dishes.

The cook is sweating profusely, the waiter has a broken leg, and the shopkeeper is smiling and calculating. Who cares if the guests are particularly good at eating? Maybe they are practitioners or monsters outside the city.

As long as she pays for the meal, she is a guest.

Eat and drink comfortably against the wooden window.

Jinshan.

Empty temple.

Zhang Yao finished his writing after a busy day.

The painting was so large that it took several days to complete it. Zhang Yao, who was inspired, felt that this painting was the pinnacle of his life. He could paint four dragons on the white wall. Now he has only painted the clouds and half of the dragon's body. He should paint the dragon's head tomorrow.

, strange to say, the pen and ink given by the goddess seems to have some kind of aura...

Jinshan was deserted at night, with some down-and-out rangers and beggars living at the foot of the mountain.

The strange thing is that except for the old monk and two children, no one else comes here.

Zhang Yao dragged his tired body back to the straw mat. Ever since he entered the temple to paint, steamed buns, porridge and various dishes would appear every day, eliminating the need to go down the mountain every day.

The chatter outside was getting closer and closer.

The old monk and the others are back.

"It's so good that you have compassion on all living beings. You want to save a person when he falls into the water, and you want to save a chicken when it falls into the water."

"Master, Master, this chicken is shivering from the cold, why don't we let it warm up over the fire, otherwise it will die of illness. Someone might be looking for it tomorrow."

Xiao Shitou was holding a drowned rat in his hand, fished out of the river.

The snake demon boy touched the blade, his eyes shining.

"Chicken tastes better than rat."

"Compassion, monks have compassion..."

Huixian was afraid that the chicken would run around and damage the painting and cause trouble, so he tied the chicken's legs with a straw rope.

Zhang Yao quickly stood up to greet him.

"Master, you are back. There is fresh mountain spring water here. Master, please sit down and rest."

An eminent monk is an eminent monk no matter where he is. Old Huixian's every move seemed to have profound meaning. Zhang Yao admired him very much and felt lucky to meet an eminent man in a barren mountain.

Huixian smiled, holding the drowned rat in his hand and sitting upright to prepare for evening lessons.

Xiao Shitou greeted Zhang Yao with a smile.

"Er Taoist, have you eaten? I still have half a steamed bun, do you want to share half with you?"

"Thank you, little master. I've already eaten."

"Oh, okay then."

Little Shitou sat down on his straw mat and finished the steamed buns in a few mouthfuls, patted his belly, and was about to start evening classes.

Next to him, the snake demon boy was meditating reluctantly.

Zhang Yao didn't know what the two Taoists meant. Maybe monks always had mysteries behind their words. He suddenly thought of the beautiful goddess outside the misty rain window, with her charming smile and frown. He kept thinking about it. Maybe... he could get the answer from the old monk.

"Master, I have something to ask you."

"Donor Zhang, please speak."

Hui Xian, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, sits upright, showing a noble demeanor.

Zhang Yao thought about it and tried to tell the story in words that others could understand.

"When it rained continuously before, I fell asleep in front of the window. I heard someone calling me. When I woke up, I saw a beautiful dragon girl outside the window. It was unlike the human world. I thought about it day and night. I just hoped... Could you please...

Spend the rest of your life with her?"

Lao Huixian's brows twitched.

Xiao Shitou almost choked on the dry steamed bun, and it was painful to have a lump in his throat.

The snake demon boy patted Little Shitou on the back.

Hui Xian really wanted to say that she was a cannibal. What could she do at a young age? She had to dream and live in a bad way. She had to seek her own death and anger the tyrannosaurus.
To be continued...