Freedom.? Ran?Wen Xiao??said ?w?ww?.

?r?a?n?w?e?n?

Only those who have almost gone to jail know what freedom is.

After entering the river, he used his talent to dissolve his own aura into the river and dived into the water, disappearing silently from everyone's sight. He dived for more than a thousand miles in one breath, then turned around and swam to a small tributary of the river to a remote place.

Baiyu went south because if he didn't go as the weather got colder in the north, he might become drowsy and not in good spirits.

This is a poor and remote village hidden in the mountains of Lingnan, with more than 20 households, ancient stone houses and a few rice fields. Because of its remoteness and poverty, it is quite comfortable.

With the money picked up from the water, he and the villagers rented an old house to live here temporarily.

The autumn rain brings coldness to the deep mountains, and the white snake is dreaming of late autumn.

The river is clear and flowing. On the bamboo raft floating on the water, Bai Yu is lying with his head supported by his palms. The other hand is holding a bamboo pole to fish. What he is fishing for is not the fish but the kind of free mentality. No one can care about being leisurely and free. Although it is not a golden dragon chair.

The Gaotang Temple is even more comfortable, with a one-stop comfort from beginning to end.

The old magic stick of Yuan Tianshi was really quite capable. I originally wanted to use my fortune-telling skills to find his tomb and have a look.

I didn't want to dig him out and actually pickle the pickles. I just wanted to go to his grave and scare him, and tell him that the calculation was wrong. It took two hundred years for the snake to escape from trouble. I didn't expect this old guy to be pickled by that sentence.

He was so frightened that he used great skills to hide his traces.

It's boring, and I'm still thinking of hiring a opera singer to dance at his grave.

The fishing rod trembled in his hand.

With a slight flick, a big river fish was caught.

Anyone who likes to eat fish knows that river fish in clear mountain streams are very delicious. Of course, it also depends on whether you can cook it. Anyone who has tasted the deliciousness of river fish in mountain streams will never forget it.

Of course, snakes always like the freshness of eating fish.

Take it off the hook, throw it into your mouth and swallow it with a slurp...

"Tsk, tsk, it's so fresh."

Throwing a hook to fish again, sleeping on the bamboo raft and eating fish, there is nothing more comfortable.

The reason why Bai Yu lay on the bamboo raft on the river was to hide himself with the help of the river water. The most important thing every day in the Shiwan Mountains was to hide himself from other beasts. The human race is not a kind person. Searching in the human race

You must not run around until your enthusiasm is gone.

Fortunately, I am very capable of merging with the wind, rain, rivers, lakes, and lakes, and even with the earth's veins.

The sun rose slowly, and the warm sunshine brought a little bit of warmth to raise the body temperature. A certain snake, which had become lethargic due to the autumn rain a few days ago, finally felt more energetic.

After a while, the fish basket on the bamboo raft was filled with palm-sized river fish.

The lazy snake stood up and stretched in a daze, taking in a panoramic view of its graceful figure. It grabbed the bamboo pole and imitated the boatman's movements to prop up the bamboo raft to the shallows on the shore.

Carrying the fish basket ashore, there was a simple pot stove made of three stones on the river beach.

He picked up the iron pot and went to the river to fetch water from the stream and put it in. The bottom was stuffed with dry firewood, and he snapped his fingers to create a small flame to light the dry firewood and boil the water.

Throw in the chopped green onion, ginger and garlic, sprinkle with salt, and while the water is boiling, remove the gills and clean the fish.

When the water boils, put the whole fish in.

It's not a fish stew, it's a pot of delicious fish soup. The fish soup made with fresh fish from the mountain stream is extremely delicious.

In the early years, many rural children did this. They brought some salt from home, an iron pot with ginger and garlic, and ran to the river to catch fish. A group of friends gathered firewood, caught fish, and caught fish. Then they stayed up at noon.

A pot of delicious fish soup was served, and the pancakes were served. One mouthful of fish soup and one mouthful of pancakes were eaten enthusiastically. The taste is still fresh in my memory.

Soon the pot will smell fragrant, sprinkle with coriander, put it in a bowl, and take a few sips while it's hot.

"Oh, it's so comfortable~"

The white rain is leisurely and joyful by the beautiful river. Look, it's all about the taste of freedom. The life of a god is just that. Since you haven't been able to become a god yet, you should live the life of a god first. There is only a small gap between struggling to survive in this bloody world.

Treat yourself a little, and the snake will be at ease.

A row of egrets flies across the water, creating a poetic picture.

The weather was nice, and the farm girl from the village came to the river with a wooden basin to wash clothes.

He laughed and rubbed hard on the stone slab, and from time to time he raised his mallet to hit it. In this damn age, only the remote and poor mountains can have a little peace.

Bai Yu whistled to the girls.

The mountain girl was also quite wild, and she was joking and joking with Bai Yu. Her savage appearance reminded Bai Yu of the girl from nearly three hundred years ago...

He raised the white porcelain bowl filled with fish soup and saluted the sky three times.

"I don't know how well that girl Yun'er has lived after being reincarnated."

I drank it all in one gulp and it was so hot that I almost spit out the snake...

On the remote mountain road on the other side, a man from the village was walking back with an ox. The ox was carrying rice on its back, carrying food for the villagers. A few young men sang and entertained the girls in clothes by the river. The girls also laughed and cursed back, and the older people laughed.

hehe.

afternoon.

Bai Yu built a grass pavilion on a boulder by the river.

Four tree trunks with the bark peeled off were used as pillars, and the beams were set up and covered with a thick layer of straw to form a rustic thatched pavilion. It is a good place to put a futon for reading, which can not only block the scorching sun but also feel the moisture.

Sitting in the pavilion, I read the Taoist scriptures presented to me by Master Yu Rong.

It was a collection of several scriptures to purify one's heart and a few to learn how to cultivate one's mind and cultivate one's mind. She hoped that Bai Yu could understand the scriptures thoroughly and avoid falling into the devil's path due to bloodthirsty and cruelty in the future.

In history, there were many great demons who unconsciously became demons because they killed too much.

Bai Yu studied carefully.

"In the ultimate path, there is nothingness, and the spirit has no way to use it, and the same goes for the mind and body..."

"Cease the chaos without extinguishing the illumination, stay still without being emptied, practice in a regular way, and gain true insights..."

The Taoist collection is truly magical. Studying in this quiet place gradually lets go of the repressed anger that has been suppressed for two hundred years. Only when you are calm can you be wise. Being violent and irritable can easily cloud your mind. If you take a wrong step on the path of spiritual practice due to ignorance, the consequences will be serious and difficult.

Accept it, which is why Bai Yu immediately found a place to recuperate after escaping.

The crisp scriptures were recited loudly, and the breeze blew slowly around.

When the mind is calm and peaceful, it will inadvertently cause the airflow around the body to slow down. When it is unhappy, the wind will become crazy. If it is sad and cloudy, it will cause drizzle to fall.

This small village and deep mountains and rivers also become full of spirituality due to the arrival of white rain.

The villagers found that they slept better at night and felt more energetic. The well water suddenly became sweet and refreshing. Although the change was slight, they could still feel it. The villagers attributed this to their worship of the mountain gods and the land in recent years. It was even more refreshing when they had nothing to do.

Go to the mountain temple and earth temple to offer incense.

Bai Yu knew that the two small temples were poor and simple in the mountains, and the small temples were simply built with a few stone slabs.

I don’t know what’s wrong with this world. There are no mountain gods, earth gods, and other minor gods. It’s probably because there are too many monks and the minor gods have been scared away.
Chapter completed!