A certain white originally planned to climb the mountain, but stayed in a small town down the mountain.

There is an old man in the town who cooks delicious food. Ordinary and ordinary dishes are made with local flavors. They are greedy for the idle street dragon, and also allow the townspeople to watch the giant tiger up close without being eaten. .

In the evening, the old grandma used bamboo poles to hang lanterns.

The candle was not so bright, but fortunately Bai Yujun was prepared.

You need to know how to live when you go out, and maybe bring some humble daily necessities, you can get peace of mind in a strange and lonely place.

Bai Yujun put something the size of a rouge box on the table and tapped it twice at will with a taco.

Kaka~ding~

Slowly blooming into a pink-white lotus in the crisp metal sound, the change is not over, the lotus flickered with a faint light and slowly floated in the air, the base facing down was also blooming, unfolding downwards into a pink-white lotus, getting brighter and fluttering Yoyo provides lighting for Bai Moulong.

Bai Yujun will follow the lotus lantern wherever he goes, and the exquisite little magic weapon he makes casually has the greatest value in artistic processing rather than spell runes.

The restaurant is relatively simple, and the advantage is that you can watch people coming and going on the street when you eat.

The old wooden table, which has been used for more than ten years, has been soaked in oil stains for many years to make the wood grain clearer, and there is a squeaky bench to sit on.

The old man listened to the endless ramblings of the old grandmother bringing the dishes to the table.

Bacon is fried with a strange local mushroom, a wood-burning earth stove, an iron pot and a wooden shovel. The simple method in the countryside retains the original taste. Bai Yujun is not worried about the problem of poisoning. The food in the mountains is very familiar, I am afraid I will not see the elves.

One bowl of rice, two plates of local dishes.

The feeling of swallowing the whole thing without opening your mouth is too wonderful, you can taste it slowly with the fast food.

I listened to the villagers chatting while eating, and heard the kind deeds of Yao Niangniang. Maybe the woman did not want to cut off the livelihood of the husband and the middle class. The patients who were diagnosed and treated were all seriously ill or poor people, and they had a high reputation among the people.

It's more of gossip from parents.

I always felt that eating was a bit boring, so I stopped the singing girl passing by the door and paid a dozen copper coins to listen to the music.

The tune of Yiyi Ya Ya made Fat Tiger drowsy, and Bai Bai listened with relish.

Happy to eat, happy to hear it, habitually want to wag his tail, and then realize that this is in a dream, and I feel uncomfortable without a tail.

The minor tune of the singing girl is ordinary and simple, and Bai Yujun eats up the rice in the bowl and hums.

When I listened to it, I gave a few copper coins with pride and pride. Listening to music is just a feeling, and the details are not important.

After eating, I dug out my quilt and pillow from the sack and went into the house to sleep.

It seemed to be raining outside the window at night.

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At dawn, a certain Bai got up early to climb the mountain.

The mountain is very high, there are mountains on the mountain, and the steep mountain road often encounters tourists and pilgrims. The pilgrims and believers here look normal, their eyes are clear, there is no fanaticism or reckless addiction, there are rich and poor, and some of them have traveled all over the world. traveller.

Maybe because of the arrival of a certain white, there was rain last night, but it was raining and foggy in the early morning.

The old pines all over the mountain are hidden in the fog, and the clouds and smoke are entwined like a yarn. Occasionally listening to tourists chanting poems and writing poems, the mountaineering process is very pleasant.

Perhaps because of being in a fairyland, tourists and pilgrims were surprised to meet the immortal riding a tiger.

Those with a wide range of knowledge know that they have met a real monk, and more people regard it as a chance to meet a god. There are always bold mortals who come forward to ask for elixir.

Bai Yujun wouldn't give elixir, even if he didn't bring it at all.

At the beginning, most of the climbers walked in high spirits. When they were halfway through the climb, the scholars and the ladies said they were too tired.

Obviously, riding a tiger is the most exciting.

"Let me give way~ Please let the one in front of you give way~ Keep to the right! Don't delay my overtaking!"

When the bearers looked back, they almost threw the guests down the mountain, and hurriedly stepped aside to give way.

Up close, I could feel the taller than man Meng Hu walking by.

He took a heavy breath in front of him, and swept the stripes from the head of the tiger to the tail of the tiger.

When the tiger was far away, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he was nervous and excited. He was full of expectations for the mountaineering.

Along the way, there are many pilgrims who climb the mountain with their legs.

The rain washed the mountain rock carvings leaving traces of water, allowing people to see the years of ancient stone carvings clearly.

The higher the mountain road, the more strange peaks and rocks, and there are long white mist rivers flowing around.

Looking up.

Bai Yujun saw blue smoke birds among the ancient pines.

Stamping the tiger's back with his foot, the fat tiger stopped and looked back as if asking why he didn't leave, Bai Yujun didn't bother to explain, grabbed the tiger's fur and slid down to the ground, carefully sorting out his clothes.

"Go slowly, it's beautiful here."

After he finished speaking, he let the fat tiger lie down, took out the musical instrument dongxiao from the sack, and recalled the tune as he walked.

Walking through the old stone steps and slowly climbing the mountain, Bai Yujun saw the rocks and the old Taoist temple and felt a sense of it. He used the flute to blow out the desolation and tranquility, like tasting cold tea.

The stone steps in front pass through between the rocks on both sides. When you look up, you can see the archway gate made of Qingyan rock. It looks small but has a unique charm. Some moss grows on the cut tile.

Whether it is a mountain rock or a stone archway, UU reading www.uukanshu.com has been covered with dust countless times and washed by rain over and over again, all of which are desolate.

"The Ronin from Douluo"

Xiao Sheng can no longer wait for the opponent's endgame.

The pilgrims and believers stopped and listened, their minds being infected by the sound of Dongxiao.

Exquisite little cloth boots climb step by step, playing with great care.

Inside the Taoist temple, the old Taoist raised his head when he heard the sound of the flute, and saw the huge white dragon swimming in the mountains, and finally the white dragon fell in front of the mountain gate...

When I wanted to take a closer look, the picture in front of me returned to normal. After thinking about it, I hurriedly ran towards the mountain gate.

Bai Yujun put away the flute and quietly admired the stone arch.

"Begin to seek the Tao and realize the true Tao..."

The stone carving can make Bai Yujun stand and ponder for a long time, stand on tiptoe, stretch out his hand to stroke the vicissitudes of the rock, and feel the roughness between his fingers.

With a slight smile, he continued to walk forward, turned the corner, and reached the platform on the mountain.

"Huh~ I finally came up, so high."

The layout of the buildings varies with the height of the mountains. Some halls are built on huge and smooth stones, while others are directly formed by digging into blue rocks. Narrow mountain roads and stone bridges connect all buildings into one. Different from most buildings, here are used more Rocks, weeds everywhere, the weeds on the crests and walls of the house swayed in the wind, and the eyes were all withered and bleak.

Fat Tiger couldn't pass under the mountain gate archway, so he had to jump up from the side and stand behind Bai Yujun to look around.

The white-haired old Taoist looked at the little girl and felt that every move had the meaning of a real dragon.

He stepped forward and clasped his fists in salute, and Bai Yujun returned the salute.

The old Taoist noticed that the smoke rising from the incense burner was abnormal. After rising, it turned into the shape of a real dragon, lifelike and condensed but not scattered.

Bai Yujun nodded and walked to the incense burner that was chiseled from a single block of boulder.

The vicissitudes of the main hall can be seen through the blue smoke of birds.

"Alas, after living in the dust for a few years, you can only know where you belong when you go up the mountain."