It’s snowing in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

The calmness of West Lake is like a mirror, reflecting the white willow trees beside the lake. The snowflakes falling into the lake disappeared and disappeared. Originally, there were some scholars by the lake who wanted to enjoy the snow, drink wine and write poems, but the weather was wet and cold and they could not stand the cold and left early.

The sky was dark and gloomy with dark clouds, and there were thick snow clouds in the sky. The clouds seemed to be getting thicker and thicker for some reason, and they seemed to be very close at hand.

The city is no longer noisy and bustling in the past, and people stay in their homes to light fires to keep warm and avoid the cold.

Whenever it snows in winter, there will always be refugees going to the big cities to beg for food. An Tianxia’s strategy is not to starve to death but to eat. The problem is that no one can grasp this situation well. There are countless people who take the opportunity to make money and scrape the land. There will always be people after it snows.

Many people had neither clothes nor food to eat, so they took their families and families into the city to beg for a living.

This is often the time when the so-called reckless heroes come out in greater numbers, calling themselves the so-called common people.

There are too many refugees inside and outside Suzhou and Hangzhou, which is a bit abnormal...

Bai Yujun gave all the paintings in the shop to Lao Huixian. He painted about a dozen paintings in recent days, and selling them all is probably enough to rebuild Zhuquan Temple. After all, the small temple is not big.

Looking at the empty little shop, I felt a little bit sad.

Bai Yujun has discovered some abnormalities outside the city and even inside the city, and guessed that someone wants to rebel.

Suzhou and Hangzhou are big cities. If you take them, you can get a lot of military pay and food. There are always some pretentious and murderous people who want to conquer the world. In fact, they are not much different from the primitive Southern Wilderness Forest.

However, these have nothing to do with Bai.

Wearing a thick, red and fine fur cloak with white edges, he went out, holding an oil-paper umbrella to cover the snow.

"It's so cold..."

He tightened his cloak and put on his hood, and walked leisurely on Osmanthus Alley with his white cloth boots squeaking in the snow.

A few days ago, Xu Xian asked Bai Yujun to go to Jinshan Courtyard with him to enjoy the snow. There were too many refugees on the West Lake side and it was a bit chaotic. Only Jinshan Courtyard was as calm as ever. Riding a boat in the snow was quite interesting. It was said that some talented people in Jinshan Courtyard held a poetry meeting to sing about winter.

Snow, it can only be said that Zhumen's wine and meat are so stinky that the bones will freeze to death. If you want to hurt the spring and mourn the autumn, you must eat enough.

The two-story boat sailed away from the pier. There was a light mist on the river, and the big boat cut through the ripples and braved the snow to head to Jinshan Courtyard.

Although the Suzhou-Hangzhou River is not frozen, it is still very cold. Standing on the boat, you can feel the cold and wet wind as if it penetrates into the bones. Bai Yujun and Xu Xian stood together, holding a white plum blossom oil-paper umbrella, admiring the scenery on the river.

The heavy snow cannot stop the fishermen from making a living, and the fishermen wear straw hats and bamboo hats to catch fish.

A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

Although the poems are good and true, they are not that poetic. The poems and songs are more of a kind of imagination and longing. Who doesn’t want to stay at home and warm up by the fire and drink wine in cold weather.

"Look~ there are so many flying birds~"

Xu Xian pointed at a group of egrets flying in the distance, flapping their wings and flying across the river in the snow.

Bai Yujun smiled, the scenery was quite nice, it was better than watching the refugees sigh.

"The weather is cold, the water is cold, the egrets are flying, and the snow is too heavy, maybe..."

A sudden shock!

No! There are too many birds!

Bai Yujun has a strong hearing and heard the chirping in the vast river snow in the distance and the sound of air trembling. This kind of sound was only heard by locusts flying when they went down the mountain for disaster relief. The flying snow in the cold winter was definitely not locusts, so it was definitely countless birds.

Flying over the sky!

Birds and animals often have the ability to sense disasters in advance, and Bai Yujun also has it.

Inexplicable palpitations and panic, as if terror is coming...

“There are so many fish in the water!”

Someone shouted at the bow of the boat, and everyone in the boat came close to the side of the boat to look at the river. Sure enough, they saw countless fish of all sizes swimming around in the water. The calm river surface became chaotic. It didn't take long for it to suddenly return to calm. However, the undercurrent was obviously surging under the water.

It's not peaceful.

The onlookers did not see any clues. In the way of heaven, whatever is gained must be lost. While human beings gain various benefits, their sensing ability is extremely weak. Even monks find it difficult to sense natural disasters.

Bai Yujun felt horrified when he noticed the thumping sound of his heartbeat. Compared with other birds, beasts and even monsters, dragons are more sensitive to certain things...

"Miss Bai, are you feeling uncomfortable? Go to the cabin and rest quickly."

"It doesn't matter, we'll be docking soon."

The painting boat approached the pier of Jinshan Yuan amidst the screams of birds in the sky. Not only the boats on the river, but also some strange phenomena were seen in and outside the city of Suzhou and Hangzhou, and even in Jinshan Yuan. The birds were circling and screaming but refused to return to their nests. Even if their feathers were wetted by heavy snow, they would not fall to the ground. Cats

Dogs are barking and anxious, many people are yelling at their cats and dogs but they are still useless, cows and horses are neighing and jumping around!

People panicked and knelt down to pray to the Buddha, but it was of no use.

When the boat docked, the chaotic animals suddenly returned to calm, as if nothing unusual had ever happened before.

But the ominous premonition in Bai Yujun's heart was getting stronger and stronger. There was always a calm before the storm. It felt strange. Could it be that God was helping his own dragon?

If that were the case, it would be much easier...

No matter how the Western experts tried to guess, Bai Yujun and Xu Xian slowly climbed the mountain, watched and played around, and occasionally went to listen to the talented poets reciting poems.

The sky is getting gloomier, and it seems that there will be a snowstorm far beyond normal.

There is a centuries-old ginkgo tree in front of the gate of Jinshanyuan. However, it has no golden leaves and only bare branches. It is covered with red cloth and is called a sacred tree by pilgrims. A certain Bai likes ginkgo and was born in the valley where he was born.

There was one tree. During those years of hunting and eating to avoid natural enemies, only the ginkgo tree brought a little peace except for the cracks in the rocks.

Later, I still lingered on the ginkgo tree and practiced breathing.

The dead branches of the old trees are covered with white snow, and the trunks and lower branches are covered with new or faded red cloth strips. The breeze blows gently, and the red cloth strips sway and flutter, making it look deserted.

Under the tree, Bai Yujun, wearing a red velvet cloak with white edges, looked up at the old tree.

"Master Xu."

"Look at this old tree covered with white snow. It looks dead but is actually full of life. When spring returns, it will grow green leaves. The spring buds will stretch out and the autumn leaves will fall and the dead branches will be covered with snow. The cycle repeats again and again."

Bai Yujun continued to speak, while Xu Xian listened quietly.

"Why bother asking about the floating life? This floating life is just a dream."

A poem contains many words. After saying this sentence, there was only the sound of snow falling. Xu Xian couldn't understand. Isn't that what big trees are like? Leaves fall in winter and sprout in spring. The old trees are deserted. Those talented people are not interested in staying under the trees.

, go in groups to enjoy other scenery.

The red cloth strips hanging on tree trunks and low branches swayed, and the sound of wooden fish came from the ancient temple...

Osmanthus Alley.

Lao Huixian arranged for Xiao Shi to watch the shop and guard the silver used to rebuild Zhuquan Temple. With a sad face, he boarded the small wooden boat with the snake demon boy who was the guardian spirit beast. He learned that Bai Yujun had gone to Jinshan Temple and saw birds and animals swimming around.

After the abnormality occurred, Yu had an unknown premonition. What he cared about was not his fellow sect Jinshanyuan, but a different kind of monster.

The snake demon boy yawned and rowed awkwardly, while old Huixian stood on the bow of the boat wearing a tattered cotton coat and a bamboo hat.

The small wooden boat crashed into the thin ice on the water.
Chapter completed!