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Chapter seven hundred and twenty seven hundred years

Hundreds of years are like a dream.

Life, death, withering, glory turned into glitz. Years passed, and there was no news or letter.

Bai Yujun lay lazily in the pavilion of the waterside pavilion in a daze, watching the lotus essence and the carp essence take care of the flowers and take care of the back garden. The lotus flowers are exquisite and refined, which is very eye-catching. The carp essence is a fat baby, combing the waterway with clucking noises. The pheasant essence outside the wall raised its neck to look.

I didn't dare to crow after seeing it.

Unknowingly, a hundred years have passed and the world has become a stranger again, with fewer and fewer acquaintances.

Suddenly, I felt like I was feeling cold at a high place...

The pointed ears were twitching and listless, and the tail was too lazy to flick around and didn't move. He felt more and more sleepy.

It is said that sleeping too much will affect the brain's intelligence. I don't know if it is true. Anyway, those demon kings who only sleep and fight have abnormal brains.

The bamboo leaves drifted and fell to the ground silently.

The road is impermanent, but you can only be firm in your true heart.

It is rare for the world to disturb my heart. I raise my jade hand and play the guqin to play my heartfelt voice. Some people come and some people go. Maybe this is the world. Finally, I look at the same sky alone and recall the past, and I can't express my sadness in one song.

The past has passed and will never come back, the fallen leaves are buried in the dust, and the white clouds wander around the world, unable to escape their fate.

The guards in front of the Baifu Gate changed again and again, the snake spirit babbling under the ancient tree became a general, and the people in the village lived and died alone in the graves and grass.

In fact, those few years as a little snake spirit were very fulfilling, and I was always working hard to survive.

Nowadays, being invincible in the world is a bit lonely. The master has ascended to the immortal world and left. It won't be long before Xu Ling, Yang Mu, Ganwu and others will also leave. They may overcome tribulations and ascend to the immortal class, or they may fail and die and disappear into the underworld and enter reincarnation.

Get up and put on your white skirt, lightly jump into the sky on your toes, and go to Yunyao Ancient Village.

Mu Duo, the Saint of Yunyao Ancient Village, was promoted due to the holy beast Bai Yujun, but she is a human being and does not have a limit of five hundred and one thousand years. After she became a master of witchcraft, she originally wanted to spend more time with Bai Yujun, but she couldn't help but couldn't.

Too long.

Passing through the sea of ​​clouds, passing through the reflections of the terraced fields, and climbing over the mountains.

The ancient village is mottled, moss covers the stone walls, flowers are in bloom, cucurbit silk echoes, and the sun shines warmly on the bamboo buildings.

The steps of the pavilion creaked and trembled, but it was still the girl in front of the window, bathing in the sunshine and smiling sweetly. The Jiuli dress was elegant and charming on her body, and she was leaving too...

Lying down on the familiar soft couch, he raised his chin with his hands and looked at Mu Duo.

"Xiao Bai, I can't stay with you anymore. We will see you again in six hundred years."

She raised her hand and touched a certain white hair, but did not touch the pointed ears and dragon horns. She knew that Xiaobai didn't like having his ears and pretty little dragon horns touched randomly.

Squinting his eyes, Bai Yujun pouted.

"Be careful when you get there. I have a lot of local specialties from the Central Plains. You can bring them with you. You can definitely give them gifts when you meet people there. Maybe you will become a successful person from now on~"

"..."

The flower branches of Mu Duo laughed tremblingly, and several small butterflies were flying around, which was very beautiful.

Moubai was helpless. They were all organized and protected up there so they didn't have to worry about the consequences. It seemed that only he could use it in the end. Alas, who told him that after transforming into a dragon, he would go to the fairyland dominated by human races? It seems that Jiuli went there after ascending.

This is the realm of the Wu clan, which is very mysterious.

Alas, I don’t want specialty products, so I took the time to go to the Guzhai Market Trading Area to sell them for money.

"Xiao Bai, shall we go to the terraced fields to plant rice?"

Somehow Mu Duo suddenly made a magical suggestion.

"Ah? Planting rice? Okay, I'll eat those crucian carp in the rice field~"

"I'll give you everything to eat. Bring a pot to make spicy grilled fish. We've agreed in advance that there won't be heavy rains and floods. If you want to play in the water, go to the Chimang people and have fun, and don't invite water monsters to dig out the mud~"

"Okay, okay~ This is not allowed, and that is not allowed. I didn't mean it~"

He changed into Jiuli costumes and straw sandals and went out. He followed the buffalo and walked on the hillside and field ridges. He carried a bamboo basket full of pots and pans and dry firewood. The small dragon's horns were hung with silver ornaments and walked around. It was really pretty.

If you find the straw sandals inconvenient, just take them off and jump around with your bare white feet.

The coolness of the mud is very comfortable. When the little feet step on the soft mud, the mud slides between the toes and itches. The black anklets may not like the occasional vibration of the mud to shake off the mud.

Layers of colorful mirrors reflect the blue sky, white clouds and mountains, and a girl with dragon horns and pointed ears having fun~

The terraced fields are like poetry and paintings, from the river valley to the mountain tops shrouded in white clouds. In front of the stone cliffs beside the lush forests, hard-working mountain people are cultivating rice fields and planting rice seedlings, and old buffaloes are mooing.

When we walked to some terraced fields exclusive to Muduo, we were too lazy to use oxen to plow the fields.

The saint looked helplessly at Moubai's long dragon tail writhing in the mud behind her, running around barefoot...

"Wow Kaka~ There is really a crucian carp~"

He rolled up his sleeves and stirred up the muddy water to catch fish. He quickly grabbed the big crucian carp with his little hands and laughed. The fish tail flicked muddy particles all over his face. Fortunately, his thick long hair was tied up on his head, otherwise I don’t know what he would have looked like.

Mu Duo quickly caught the crucian carp with his quick eyes and hands, successfully preventing Bai Bai from opening his mouth and swallowing it alive.

"Don't eat it raw, it tastes delicious when roasted."

"Oh...okay."

Pull a long piece of grass from the fish's mouth to its gills and tie it tightly, then string the crucian carp into strings one by one, and hold it heavy in your hand, with the beautiful eyes of a greedy holy beast curved into a crescent moon.

The saintly girl rolled up her trouser legs and bent down in the muddy water to plant the rice seedlings seriously.

Next to him, a certain holy beast in the advanced stage of mental illness was running around with a bunch of crucian carps, teeth and claws, chattering, and water splashing restlessly. Mu Duo smiled, occasionally straightened up and gave instructions, and worked diligently to cultivate the terraced fields.

For hundreds of years, they have not forgotten to plant rice seedlings and harvest rice every year. People depend on food, and those who are good at cultivating terraced fields are the real Jiuli people.

The blue sky and white clouds slant down the sun's rays to illuminate the hillside, and the paddy fields bring hope...

A ceremony was being held on the terraces across the valley, and the mountain people cheered loudly for the holy beasts to bless the weather with good weather. The rice fields were filled with heavy rice, and the three animals had plenty of melons and fruits. The mountain people sang and danced.

Bai Yujun ran over unceremoniously and ate the tribute before flying away.

The mountain people were overjoyed and danced and sang even harder. The sacred beast had a good reputation. Eating the tributes meant that the harvest season would come in the fall.

Mu Duo smiled like a spring breeze.

Bai Yujun and Mu Duo were planting and cutting grass and playing happily together. One person and one Jiao knew clearly that the rice fields would be filled with rice in the fall, but Mu Duo would no longer be able to eat the fragrant rice grown in the fields...

When night falls, we go to the bonfire banquet and form a circle with the girls hand in hand, dancing and singing folk songs.

People in the village hold torches in their hands, walking through the terraces like a long dragon in the night to pray for a good harvest, and then go back to their homes. The dark red charcoal of the bonfire is getting darker and darker, and occasionally yellow dogs bark.

At night, Bai Yujun and Mu Duo, who couldn't sleep after dancing, sat on the steps of the bamboo ladder.

Said a lot...

It was a bright and sunny day, and Mu Duo left, watching the terraces gradually go away, and watching the sacred beast Xiaobai jumping and waving his hands getting further and further away, gradually becoming blurry.

Bai Yujun, who was jumping up and down and waving his hands, moved slower and slower, and finally squatted down and looked at the sky without saying a word.

There will no longer be anyone in front of the window looking at the sea of ​​clouds in a daze...

Gradually, the long dragon tail stopped swinging back and forth as if powerlessly, its pointed ears twitched, and its cheerful face turned sad.

Turning around, the lonely figure left Yunyao Ancient Village...

The sadness caused a clear rain from the sky, and the long and ferocious dragon's tail was dragging its tail listlessly in the muddy water. The rain became heavier and heavier, and there was only a single figure on the mountain road under the white rain curtain.

"Muduo is gone too..."
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