Bai Yujun stood in front of the main hall door.

The stone buildings have been slightly deformed for a long time, and there are several traces of repairs. There is no way. In the long history, there are inevitably wars with bad minds. The war has destroyed countless valuable buildings, and some can be repaired and reproduced. More forever disappear.

Seeing the deep and shallow scratches on the wall, I raised my hand and tried to smooth it out, but I couldn't.

Shaking his head, he looked up to read the stone carvings on both sides of the main entrance.

"The hall is open to the daytime wind to sweep..."

"From the door to dusk, the cloud seals itself..."

With a slight smile, you can always feel the real ease in Taoist Temple, which is difficult to describe in words.

After crossing the threshold and entering the hall, I bowed my hands, turned around to see and exited the hall. There are not many Taoists in the temple, and life is hard but natural and simple. Bai Yujun feels very satisfied and can rest here and play slowly.

Find a smooth stone to lie on top, rest your head on your head and watch the sea of ​​clouds leisurely with your hands.

Bai Yujun feels that she is a divine beast with infinite life span and almost never ends. It is better to look at everything as much as possible, and the things that cannot be looked at will be destroyed directly at the root cause.

Fat Tiger was lying next to him. Although he didn't understand what the boss was doing, he looked and felt very powerful.

The pilgrims and tourists stood in the distance and whispered, and the freshness used to be busy with their own affairs, those who prayed for incense, those who were panting and beating their waists, and those who were looking for inspiration and wanted to be a blockbuster.

Taoist busy reception.

As the saying goes, an old man becomes a master, and an old Taoist is more experienced than a young man.

Take out the long-cherished tea leaves.

Go to the back of the Taoist temple with a bamboo tube to get the mountain spring water, boil it, simply brew a pot of tea, carry it on a tray to Bai Yujun, pour it into the teacup without saying a word, and hand it forward respectfully.

Xiao Xiao's nose twitched, attracted by the aroma of the tea, and reached out to take the tea cup and taste it.

Really good drink.

It tastes better than the tea that has been hard-pressed in the palace. Unexpectedly, there are unexpected harvests from mountaineering.

Put the tea cup back, the old Taoist pours another cup, and accompany the little one to drink tea slowly and watch the scenery. Tourists and pilgrims think that the old Taoist respects the monks. Among so many people, only the old Taoist knows the most clearly. .

Fat Tiger's big head leaned in and sniffed the smell, shook his head, and turned his head to the other side.

Bai Yujun was drinking tea and watching the white clouds in the mountains.

“Good tea~”

After drinking the last sip, put the teacup back, in fact, I already understood the thoughts of the old Taoist.

"After drinking your tea, I should return the gift."

The old Taoist hurriedly bowed his head.

Bai Yujun waved his hand, indicating that there is no need to say more.

"Take paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and draw a picture is the money for today's tea."

The old man with the tray in his hand heard the words and lowered his head again, turned around and walked back without a word, staggering but walking as fast as a young man, for fear that the mysterious guest would regret it, his joy was beyond words.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find the brushes that the ancestors kept, a group of Taoists hurriedly dug out the best paper in the Taoist temple, and took out all kinds of materials for drawing talismans. The pilgrims looked at it blankly.

Bai Yujun and Fat Hu walked to the other side of the cliff. There was a flat boulder protruding two feet away from the cliff, and there was an incense burner at the front.

Seven or eight Taoists came to the edge of the cliff with paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

The fat tiger squatted nervously, not daring to set foot on the crumbling boulder. The tiger had the habit of standing on the rock and roaring, but it would never be so exciting.

The light wind that was still blowing just now stopped inexplicably, and the clouds and green pine mountains overlapped, which was very beautiful.

He grabbed the white paper from Lao Dao's hand and threw it forward gently, and the paper slammed onto the stone.

The pen is too large for a small hand. Hold the barrel of the pen with five fingers and dip it in ink, pick it up and look at the tip of the pen, shake the head to re-dilute the ink, and try several times to find the right concentration.

The materials for drawing symbols come in various colors, and Bai Yujun felt that he could draw a new style.

With three pens in both hands, he squatted down and started painting.

How could the painting skills of No. 1 in the Great Desolation be undeserved? Not only is he good at painting, but he also paints quickly. It is a brand new painting style for Lao Dao and others. Until this time, he suddenly realized that the girl is extraordinary, and he is full of paintings. expect.

The mountain gate, the sea of ​​clouds, and the condescending dragon with a sense of oppression. The mountain gate occupies a small proportion under the painting, and there is a vast sea of ​​clouds. The huge and mighty dragon body flips a few times and cannot see the dragon tail, which disturbs the clouds.

The old Taoist became more and more shocked. Isn't this what he saw in a trance?

The huge dragon is looking down from above, and the divine power is blowing towards the face!

The details are perfected little by little, you can see the water on the stone steps of the mountain gate after the rain, the clouds and mist seem to carry water vapor, and the sky is so unattainable.

After a while, the tip of the pen lit the dragon's eye.

When Bai Yujun was squatting, he looked small and very serious.

Just throw the pen back.

Taking a deep breath, his face quickly bulged into a bun face, blowing gently on the huge painting.

"Whoo~"

The paper trembled slightly, and for a moment the dragon seemed to be really moving, and the clouds and mist came alive, and then quickly returned to calm.

Bai Yujun shook his arms and stood up, lamenting that this body is really too weak and too weak.

It’s okay to practice cultivation, because it’s not necessary.

"This painting can protect the peace on the mountain. Don't think about taking it down the mountain to give it away or sell it. If there is any violation, the sky will take back this painting in person, so that I can do it myself."

After walking to the end of the boulder to look at the scenery, UU read www.uukanshu.com many Taoists thanked them and picked up the painting as if they were treasured.

I was surprised and wondered who the girl was. The only old man who had a vague guess could not tell the truth. It was said that the dragon soared all over the world, but no one could see the legendary dragon with his own eyes. Everything that happened today is mysterious and unexplainable. Can't figure it out.

Bai Yujun sat on the edge of the stone, supporting her arms and dangling her legs.

It's just a painting. Since it is a kind of fate to be able to climb the mountain, you should get the treasure. As for the future, you have to leave it to fate.

If you are lucky, it can be preserved for a thousand years, if you are unlucky, it can be preserved for two or three hundred years.

When fate ends, in the future, the admonitions circulated will gradually become legends. Maybe it only needs a thought or a reason, and there will always be someone who wants to take this painting down the mountain. There is no regret or regret. banquet.

Several Taoists retreated and left, Bai Yujun enjoyed the silence.

Fat Tiger simply lay down and licked his paws, looked up from time to time to see what the boss was doing, and yawned sleepily.

Bai Yujun felt that it was time to pay attention to the flood situation, sitting on the edge of the rock and closing her eyes...

At Tianzhu Peak, Bai Yujun's eyes flashed in the ice, and his consciousness instantly returned to his body. After looking at it, he instantly projected it into the small world.

Bai Yujun on the edge of the rock opened her eyes.

The white clouds in front of him are peaceful and peaceful, but the main world of the Great Desolation is still the same, and wars are taking place everywhere.

Immortals, demons, ghosts and monsters fight each other, mortal emperors fight year after year, chaos, too chaos.

"Let's jump, let's jump, when Benlong goes out, it's all cleaned up, the good environment has been messed up, alas, it will take tens of thousands of years to recover."

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about bad things for the time being, and continued to watch the clouds change.

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