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

The big white goose of the village leader squawked in front of an old man and a young man, with its white fur floating on the green water and red palms stirring the clear waves. The two masters and apprentices remained motionless like statues of gods. The villagers were even more astonished as gods and sent them daily fasting meals.

Eat it for two people.

Lakeside.

Xiao Shitou raised his head and looked at the master just now.

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

"Don't worry, I'll leave in three to five days."

"It will take a long time..."

Xiao Shitou misses the birds and tranquility in the mountains. Sitting by the lake every day is boring. Children are naturally restless and can't stand it. Even though they don't have to pull weeds and work here, they just don't feel comfortable.

"If we stay here for a few days, the villagers will feel relieved and can farm until sunrise and rest at sunset. Anyway, the big monster should not harm people."

"Monsters...really don't harm people?" Xiao Shitou stared at Huixian with wide eyes.

"Who knows..."

Huixian muttered and remained silent. He looked at the lake quietly, watching the white geese playing in the water, and watching the mountains and rivers reflected in the lake. The calm water flooded the Wang family courtyard, and the white walls and green water had a different artistic conception.

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

There are no obvious strange phenomena in Wangjiaji. A gentleman who passes by occasionally and has real information will notice that this place is strange, but due to his lack of knowledge and knowledge, he does not understand what the magic is. Out of curiosity, he will go to the village to check.

But the more I looked at it, the more confused I became... The earth's veins were chaotic and my luck was misty, and I couldn't see any clues.

Bai Yu sat at the door to bask in the sun, using the sun to raise his body temperature. If he doesn't bask in the sun now, he won't be able to bask in it during the rainy season, so he should cherish it.

I raised my eyelids and saw the gentleman passing by the door.

Most of the fortune tellers who come to this Wangjiaji have some ink. It is impossible for a liar to detect anything unusual here. Just come. If you don’t believe that you can still find the general star by correcting the disorder of the earth’s energy, isn’t this the one who has been here before?

I guess I think the lake is abnormal.

They are just some idle gentlemen, not Bai Yuchui. No one in the world knows the earth's veins better than me.

Noise as much as you like, let's bask in the sun.

The sweet-scented osmanthus trees rustled in the wind, and the waves of the lake crashed against the embankment. The people of Wangjiaji finally realized that they could use the lake to raise fish. The entrance was small and the lake was large, almost like a natural fish pond.

Anyway, the water has flooded the fields, so I might as well raise fish so that I can eat them myself and sell them, or dry them and keep them for the winter.

Wangjiaji began to discuss fish farming matters.

Unknowingly, dark clouds came from the sky to block the sun, and it began to drizzle. The old monk Huixian led the small stone to live in the village and continued to slay the monsters. The villagers felt that the old monk Huixian must deter the water monsters before the fish pond was completed.

Little did they know that the master and apprentice were just going through the motions.

Bai Yu hasn't made an oil-paper umbrella in the past two days.

It was misty and rainy, with green mountains and green water covered by clouds and mist. It would be a pity not to go to the lakeside on such a beautiful day. I also advertised the oil paper umbrella I made, but I couldn't recruit anyone, so I had to be a model myself.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with landscape paintings, Bai Yu deliberately changed into a Hanfu with a curved train. With long hair reaching her waist and a cold face, she stood quietly by the lake.

In the misty rain, my eyes are bewildered, and the orchid boat is painted on the west side of the bridge.

The light breeze mixed with the smell of the lake water blew by, and the people by the lake stood still. Apart from advertising his oil-paper umbrella, Bai Yu was still waiting for someone to come looking for the general star.

The sky in the east is red, which means that someone will come from the east today, and the person coming is not good.

The drizzle seems to fall on my heart.

Sometimes Bai Yu really wishes that he was a true master like Gan Wu, who could kill all the enemies in front of him without self or sword, and no one would be afraid of his fierce aura.

Gan Wu is a swordsman. Well, once he has perfected his swordsmanship, will he become a swordsman?

Speaking of which... I have never understood any profound sword skills or artistic conception of swordsmanship. Most of the time I just use them casually. I am very thorough about wind, rain, rivers and lakes. I am not very proficient in killing techniques. My level of taking care of one side of the world has skyrocketed, which seems a bit...

Going astray.

Reaching out, the slender white palms stretched out beyond the coverage of the paper umbrella, and the rainwater brushed against the edges of the palms without touching them.

Pinch your fingers together and immediately gather the nearby rainwater into your palm to form a ball of water.

The palm of my hand shook violently, and the water ball collapsed. It turned into water vapor and formed several small clouds. The small clouds rained, as if they were no different from this world.

At the entrance of the village, a monk came.

Rather than calling him a monk, the word Arhat is more appropriate. He has broad shoulders, a round waist, and a body as strong as a bear. He has bronze skin, his shoulders are strong enough to hold a crescent shovel, and he is bare-chested. There is a fist-sized black bead hanging on his chest. The footprints left by his straw sandals are twice as big as others.

Holding an umbrella, striding like a meteor in the rain.

By the lake, Baiyu's location just blocks the road into the village.

The Arhat stopped and kept his composure. He stared at the woman by the lake with his big eyes. Under the oil-paper umbrella was a young girl. He was changing spells in his hands. He felt a strong murderous aura.

"Why are you blocking the road?" Arhat asked.

"There is no way here. Please go back."

Bai Yu kept looking at the lake without turning around. The golden elixir stage Arhat monk, who has strong energy and blood and is a physical practitioner, completely restrained him. He was just thinking about how to force the opponent back as quickly as possible if he refused to give up.

If the Western religion discovers the General Star, it won't just be an Arhat monk. The only possibility is that many sects and sects will cast a wide net to search for the chosen one. The Wang family's earth energy is disordered and there is no trace to be found, and the first-level physical cultivation will not find it.

Therein lies the mystery.

"There is no way? The road is at the foot of the Sa family. Are you... a monster?"

"You have a good vision. This place is my place of cultivation. Please come back."

Hearing this, the Arhat laughed, starting with a chuckle and then the laughter got louder and louder and turned into a roar of laughter. It was as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and he burst into tears from laughter.

Bai Yu was also laughing, as long as he deceived the other party, nothing else mattered.

"Hahaha~ Even a mere monster dares to take over the mountain and become the king~ Let the Sa family conquer the monsters and save the people from the fire and water!"

"Death to the evildoer!"

The shirtless Arhat roared... like a humanoid dinosaur charging forward!

Bai Yu sighed, he didn't have time to make weapons, so now he has to use a horizontal sword to fight long soldiers. We really can't delay the weapons. Fortunately, we have a strong body.

Putting down the oil-paper umbrella, he drew his knife, and the sharp horizontal knife with a faint fluorescent light cut through the rain.

The weapon suffered a loss due to the head-on collision. When the fight was about to take place, he used his sword skills to block the crescent shovel. The blade passed over the long handle of the crescent shovel and scratched out a few sparks...

Seeing the monster approaching and wanting to use his fists and kicks, the Arhat sneered and punched his opponent!

At the same time, Bai Yu also raised his small fist to face the clay pot-sized fist, and snake scales appeared on the back of his hand!

Two fists, one big and one small, touch...

They are as different in size as a watermelon and a peach. When they fight, it is a competition of strength and physique. It is as if the weapons are nothing but external objects. Both sides have absolute confidence in the strength of their bodies.

Bang~!
Chapter completed!