Gold silk soft woven brocade.

The soft golden yellow embroidery is full of auspicious flowers, birds and beasts, simple and noble, and golden to the eye. Suddenly, the unfolded scroll of heaven's decree is lowered, revealing a pretty face with a tilted head at the back, and the beautiful red phoenix eyes are confused and confused.

"It's good to be early for the Peach Festival. There's plenty of time to set off."

She swung her pointed ears, probably to have enough time to go to the East China Sea, the Dragon Palace, and the Crystal Palace, which is rumored to be full of jewelry and luxury.

Bai Yujun doesn't know exactly what Dragon Palace looks like.

But it is definitely not a good place, a cage trapping a mythical beast.

Leave Nantianmen.

Step onto the Dream Fairy Bridge and enter the teleportation array.

Bai Moulong is best at hiding.

Everyone in the fairy world knows that real dragons are full of treasures and are coveted by many. No matter gods or demons, they all want to subjugate or slay the dragon. Both the good and evil have the same idea. However, as the old saying goes, the dragon has its head but not its tail.

In heaven, who dares to kill the hunting dragon?

To leave the heaven, you must pass through the Immortal Bridge, and you will not be able to find the destination. Those who are good at predicting are useless. There have been experts who coughed up blood and divined divination using the ancient secret method.

The result was a tragic backlash.

The Queen Mother seems to understand Bai Yujun very well and has no worries. He is a mythical beast who will fight to the end of the world in order to survive. He drills in mud ponds, squats in grass, and jumps into wells. His talent for seeking good fortune and avoiding evil is brought to the extreme, and he is especially thick-skinned.

Instead of worrying about the safety of the white dragon, it is better to worry about killing too many gods, demons and monsters.

Fast forward five months later.

mortal world.

A surging river.

Boating on the river, wearing a straw hat with a headrest and arms lying on the bow of the boat.

There is a thin bamboo pole with several green leaves hanging next to it, and straws are casually tied to the fishing line to serve as a float.

You leisurely cross your legs and wait for the fish to bite.

“It’s more comfortable than standing guard outside Nantianmen~”

The cool breeze on the river has a faint smell of freshwater grass. Take a deep breath and feel refreshed. You feel that the entire dragon soul is instantly sublimated. The air is filled with literary and artistic atmosphere, turning it into an elegant, noble and cool fashionable mythical beast.

"Idiots, you want to find this dragon? Give up, unless you are like this dragon."

The teleportation arrays to the East China Sea cannot guarantee safety.

That being the case.

Come down to earth and walk slowly, as long as you have time.

Anyway, just send the invitations before the peach event. He was running fast and slow in an irregular manner, turning left and right, running like a snake skin, and running around in all directions. No matter how big the world is, he would look for traces.

Lift the straw hat and look east, at sunrise.

It was foggy in the morning.

The smoke on the river is very close, and the boat floats and sinks like bamboo leaves.

Suddenly, the lazy Bai Bai sat up in shock, grabbed the fishing rod and lifted it up. This feel and strength were absolutely pollution-free wild carp weighing two pounds and seventy ounces. The greatest joy of fishing is at this moment, when the fish struggles and shakes.

The rod trembled wildly, became slightly heavy, and felt joy in an instant.

Drag it into the cabin, clean it, and bake it over slow fire until both sides are golden.

Sprinkle some delicious fine salt on it, open your mouth and gnaw hard. When it's almost finished, pull the fish head out to completely separate the fish meat and fish bones. The aroma reaches Tianling Gai...

After eating, I felt a little dazed.

"There is no soul in eating wild carp like this."

Fish again.

Another carp weighing more than three kilograms.

Pick it off without saying a word, lower your head and eat it raw. Sure enough, this is the authentic way to eat fish.

morning.

Dark clouds blanket the sky.

A storm is coming. Bai Yujun puts away his fishing rod and prepares to set off. The road to the East China Sea is too far to drift. He can take advantage of the extreme weather to go thousands of miles away, or sneak into the vast rivers and sneak thousands of miles away, hiding in the rain clouds and rivers. It's really

There is nothing you can do if the immortal comes.

Use the jade finger to count the time, and the real dragon will fly to the sky only when the time is auspicious.

The sky was getting darker, and the nearby small fishing boats were returning to the village one after another. The owners of the cargo boats shouted to the boatmen to cover them with raincloths and find shelter from the wind to stop the boats.

Bai Yujun took off his straw hat and stood on the bow of the boat, closing his eyes and waiting.

for a long time.

Dark clouds covered the morning sun.

The wind picked up, heavy raindrops pattered, and white waves crashed against the boat.

Open your beautiful eyes and look at the sky.

"That's it now."

Gently press down, the bow of the boat is lowered, and then fly into the sky with the help of buoyancy. With messy hair, you raise your head and fly towards the clouds against the wind and rain, as if you are swimming in the water. Occasionally, fishermen on the river are lucky enough to see the flying scene and hurriedly kneel down and kowtow.

Contaminated with good luck.

He got into the clouds and turned into a half-dragon, half-human figure. He swung his tail and turned around for more than a hundred miles, heading straight for the East China Sea.

…

Remote ancient village.

A stage was set up in the open space outside the ancestral hall, and the class leader led the people busy.

The old class leader, who is over fifty years old, looks gloomy and gloomy. Business has been difficult recently. He has no money to pay for official duties in the city, so he can't go there. There are fewer and fewer villagers in the villages and towns, and the occasional reward is not enough to feed the whole class.

In the distance, old trees withered and crows wandered.

The sky was gloomy, the old houses were empty, and the ancestral halls were mottled with the smell of incense.

"Old leader, there was a lot of excitement in Majiagou last year. Why are there not many people this year? Can we make money if we start the gong?"

"Let's wait a little longer. Maybe we are busy with farm work in the fields."

The wrinkles on the face of the old troupe leader are getting deeper and deeper. The past two years have been bad, with plagues, wars, banditry, and rumors of demons and ghosts doing evil. Business is booming if there are dozens of people sitting in front of the stage, often more than a dozen, and small theater troupes in towns and villages are getting more and more popular.

The harder it is to make ends meet.

After waiting for a long time, two or three figures walked towards the old house and street.

Walking slowly and hobblingly.

They are all old men in the village. I met them last year, bringing their yellow dogs to the ancestral hall to watch a play.

The subordinates went to the backstage to prepare to change their clothes. The time was coming, and maybe the sound of gongs and drums would attract visitors, so that they could leave the country even if they didn't get any reward.

Halfway through, the yellow dog howled several times and ran away...

Greet the villagers warmly.

"Brother, what are the people in the village doing? It would be great to come out and watch a show."

"Oh, the village is almost empty. The young people are all busy. I told the neighboring village the day before yesterday that they might come later, or they might be busy watering the rice fields and have no time."

"Sit down quickly and get closer to the bench so you can see clearly."

After greeting the regular customers to take their seats, he hurried to the backstage and told him to beat the gongs and drums later.

My nephew, who was new to the troupe, was listless.

"Uncle, I haven't eaten rice and have no strength. How about we wait for the people to come before we start the gong? There are only three people outside, and we might not even get the reward."

"Stop being so verbose, your father asked you to learn from me. If you don't obey, I can beat you on his behalf."

He glared hard and got a headache to recruit his lazy nephew into the troupe.

Open the rag curtain.

Look at the sky, it's almost time.

Sighing, I hope that the sound of gongs and drums will attract people. People who come all the way have to spend money to eat horse chews. In previous years, Majiagou earned the most reward money, but this year...sigh.

He waved his hands vigorously to the back, while his nephew and the drummer played the suona vigorously.

"The show is about to begin~"

The dirty red cloth was lifted, and a few actors from the troupe came on stage.

They sang songs and told ancient legends. The three old people watched with gusto and sang along softly.

Half a moment.

There are still three people in the audience...
To be continued...