White snake fairy in the world

Chapter 26

In the Valley of the Snake King, Bai Yu was coiled up on the boulder, and finally felt that the immortality is long before his eyes.

Wisps of spiritual energy from the heaven and the earth poured into his body, circulated around the sky, and sank to the inner acupoint of the dantian.

The cultivation of demons is different from that of humans. They do not need to study the scriptures, nor do they need secret books of exercises. It is just a process of accumulating demon power.

Only when one is in the realm of transforming into a great demon, can one use writing skills.

If not, how could one comprehend those obscure and profound classics with the wisdom of a newborn monster?

Ten thousand beasts are born between the heaven and the earth, and they are one spirit of nature, which can directly draw the spiritual energy of the heaven and the earth into the body. It does not need to be as troublesome as human beings, and they must have the skills of the fairy family to draw the spiritual energy of the heaven and the earth into the body to practice.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages.

In human beings, there may be many people who seek immortality and ask questions, but they can't find a piece of immortal family exercises in their entire lives.But those disciples of the great sects have accumulated countless immortal skills in their sects. After decades of practice, they may be able to defeat monsters who have cultivated for hundreds of years with some foreign objects.

After all, monsters cultivate by instinct, and human beings have kung fu blessings, regardless of the quality or quantity, to absorb far more aura than monsters in the same period of time.

Bai Jun realized that he was absorbing the aura of heaven and earth extremely fast, and the aura poured into his body in a radius of ten miles from the valley, and fell into his dantian after circulating nine lines around his body.

The aura of heaven and earth he draws is only blue and blue, which belong to water and wood, and the two qi circulate and flow in the dantian endlessly.Thinking about it, I was originally a water snake, and it was normal to be able to draw the aura of water, but it was a bit unexpected for the aura of wood.

However, Bai Jun has never been the kind of person who studies deeply.Otherwise, if there are so many weird things happening to him, what kind of Tao is he going to find out one by one?

He firmly believes that as long as he is strong enough, all mysteries will be solved naturally, and the truth of these things can be obtained without searching.

In the valley, the breeze blows, and the willow leaves are fluttering. Occasionally, one or two willow leaves fall with the wind and land on the white snake. The sunset and sunset are infinitely beautiful.

After several hours of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, Bai Yan stopped. Cultivation is something that has persisted for hundreds of years, and one has to maintain enough anticipation and a sense of expectation to be firm.

Many things can not be persisted by virtue of enthusiasm, most of them rely on habit.

Bai Jun decided to practice only six hours a day, three hours during the day and three hours at night.

It's not that he's lazy, it's that he cultivates a habit that he may have to persist for many years.

In the legends of the previous life, there are too many monsters who have exhausted their enthusiasm for cultivation, lost their desire to seek Tao after a little achievement, and turned to rely on sorcery to be lawless, and they could not escape death in the end.

He can't guarantee that ten years later, or even a hundred years later, he will still retain the right way, the expectation and pursuit of longevity like today.

Therefore, habits are very important.

Although there are only six hours of practice in twelve hours a day, with this habit, even if one day in the future he no longer desires greatness and longevity, he can still do it if he persists in this habit.

Bai Jun moved his stiff body, looked at the setting sun, with infinite expectations in his eyes.

He was white, and today he finally became a demon!

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Outside the valley, in a dense forest, a giant wolf was blocked by a fox that was much smaller than him.

The giant wolf let out a warning growl, the white fox didn't take it seriously, flicked the fox's tail behind him, and said, "Qilang, go back and tell Mr. Hushan that this monster has been captured by me, Hu Qiniang. If he wants, let him go to our Black King to ask for it."

The giant wolf let out a long howl, as if it was irritated, it suddenly jumped up and pointed at the white fox with claws with traces of gray demonic aura attached to its claws.

Behind Hu Qiniang, the fox's tail suddenly grew five feet, like a long white whip, and the gray wolf was thrown into the pit, then the fox's tail shrank, and she sighed: "Qilang, I am not mean to you. You'd better practice for decades to melt away the bones, then, hehe, let's fight with the goblins again."

The gray wolf whimpered, took a hard look at the white fox and ran away with a limp on his legs. He only had more than a hundred years of cultivation, even though he was slightly stronger than the fox in terms of species, the difference in cultivation was too big to compare.

Seeing that he was gone, the white fox kicked his legs and flew a gust of gray monster wind as if flying close to the ground. He jumped tens of feet away in the blink of an eye.

In the valley, Bai Jie, who had just had a full stomach, suddenly raised his head and saw a white fox falling from a small pool to a hundred feet high mountain, and it was not harmed.

He tensed up, raised his giant head and looked at the very demon fox.

"Hehehe~ Don't be nervous, little snake." The white fox spit out human words.

On the contrary, Bai Yan felt even more nervous, this is still a monster with refined bones.

"I know you can understand people's language, remember, my name is Hu Qiniang." The white fox raised one foot and spun around, "Of course you can also call me Hu Qiniang, that's what all the little demons in the mountains call me." mine."

Bai Yan almost couldn't help laughing, but nodded.

Hu Qiniang said with satisfaction: "That's right, your spiritual intelligence is quite high. You will be a little demon from the lineage of our Black Wind King in the future. I live on the side of a red stone mountain three hundred miles southeast of here. Find me there."

Bai Yan was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and said: What is the lineage of the Black Wind King?I was accepted as cannon fodder just after I became a demon?
Hu Qiniang saw him shaking his head, and said with a sneer: "On the outside of the mountain, Hushan Lord's wolf demon came to threaten you to join their lineage. But I have already been driven away by my old lady, saying that you are already in the lineage of the Black Wind King.

So, if you don't belong to the Black Wind King's lineage, you can only be eaten by that tiger demon.You know, Mr. Hushan is a tiger demon who has practiced for 700 years, and he will be transformed into a demon catastrophe in a hundred years at most. Isn't it easy to kill a white snake that has just entered the demon realm? "

Bai Yan pondered for a moment, and did not get angry, otherwise he would only lose his mind and affect his brain to make a judgment that best suits his own interests.

The giant python nodded helplessly.

Hu Qiniang smiled and said, "Good snake, I knew you were a smart snake. Let me tell you about the power of these mountain monsters.

Our Qinan Mountains are the dividing line between the two races of Linnanzhou, which stretches no less than [-] li.And because we are close to the territory of the human race within a radius of one or two thousand miles, there are no great monsters in form.

There are only two people with the highest cultivation, one is the Tiger Mountain Monarch, who has a good bloodline and is extremely strong. He has lived for more than 500 years and has been on the verge of transformation for 700 years. He has subdued many wolf demons and leopard demons. Most of the eight or nine small monsters like bobcats are four or five hundred miles away to the west of your valley.

Mr. Tiger Mountain is greedy and extremely cruel, and the little monster in the mountain has no choice but to throw himself at King Heifeng.

More than 200 miles away from your valley to the south is the territory of the Black Wind King. He is a black bear spirit who has lived for 800 years. The demons are mostly birds or weak demons that eat grass.

As for my old lady, I am the number one monster under the Black Wind Throne, with more than 400 years of cultivation, except for that tiger and black bear, I am not afraid of anyone within a radius of two thousand miles. "

Bai Jun knew in his heart that there are still so many twists and turns in the monsters. He thought that the monsters were all cultivated by everyone, and they never interacted with each other.

He pointed his head at the guide.

Hu Qiniang's slender fox eyes smiled and said: "Dark Black Wind usually doesn't like such trifles, so if you have anything to do in the future, just come to me, understand?"

The white snake paused for a moment, this fox wants to fight between the tiger and the bear, did she benefit from it?
Hu Qiniang saw the white snake's hesitation, clapped her hands and laughed, "Good snake, good snake! It's true that the old snake didn't die because it was a demon. It's so smart that I can see it.

My old lady, I have been hiding in the human world for decades before I developed a good brain and wisdom. You snake is so smart when you first became a demon. It seems that the sky is helping me.

Don't worry, follow my old lady and I will definitely satisfy you. "

White Snake was speechless, but still nodded in agreement.After all, foxes are so smart and cunning that they should not be trusted, but they cannot resist either.

He is absolutely unable to defeat a fox demon with 400 years of demon power.

Hu Qiniang patted Bai Min's body in satisfaction, and said: "Cultivate well, if there is a need in the future, I will come to you, old lady."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and drove away in that weird and evil wind, so fast that Bai Jun couldn't see his figure clearly.

Is this sorcery?

As the setting sun in the valley was swallowed by the darkness little by little, his heart gradually calmed down, and he was not worried about his safety.Because I am just a little white snake, I don't have these monsters to plot against. If I insist on saying that I have potential, it must be after he has practiced for a hundred years.

Once a monster turns into a monster, its lifespan is extremely long.

Although Bai Yan doesn't know how long he can live, he probably feels that his body will not age even after hundreds of years.

Therefore, even if there are ties between monsters, it is almost measured by age.

Bai Jun really can't feel any sense of urgency, the Hushan Lord's power is hundreds of miles away from him, plus monsters generally have a fixed territory, he doesn't think those monsters who have traveled far will come Eat this monster who hasn't cultivated for a year.

Eating it is not enough to run to consume the demon power.

Looking at the moon rising high into the sky, it should be a full moon tonight.

Bai Yu didn't hang on the boulder, but climbed to the top of the cliff beside the small pool.

On the top of the mountain nearly two hundred feet high, the eyes are extremely open.The endless mountains and dense forests are shrouded in the moonlight, and the silver light shines all over the mountains and rivers. The moon is like a toad.

Bai Ju rolled up his body, raised his head and swallowed the moon.

The traces of Taiyin essence were swallowed by him and swam all over the body. The cold feeling was really uncomfortable, but Bai Ye still persisted.

The light white power of the sun entered the body, sank into the dantian, and merged with the light blue water spirit power to turn into milky white.

When the full moon was about to disappear, Bai Yu swallowed a few strands of Shaoyin energy into his body and merged with the spiritual energy of Mu Xing, turning it into emerald green.

The four powers of the dantian in the body are like the four elephants, and the two appearances give birth to the four elephants, and the four elephants can naturally belong to the two appearances.

Since there are two instruments, there are yin and yang.The power of the yin and the water combine to form yin, which is icy cold.The power of Shaoyin combines with the elements of wood to transform into Yang, warming and energizing.

The two colors of blue and white hug each other head and tail in the body, embracing the circle and guarding the gap to form a Tai Chi, which is endless, and the former red jade bead also spontaneously falls into the dantian and is in the center of this Tai Chi.

Although it is just a trace of monster power without a fixed point effect, but if the sun and the moon accumulate, there will be infinite possibilities.

From then on, every day when there is a moon, there will be a magical white snake on the top of the mountain, raising its head to swallow the moon.The silver glow tilts a mountain and a snake, the white snake is as crystal clear as jade, and the light clouds and mist on the top of the mountain are like a layer of veil covering its true appearance.

……

At the foot of Ten Thousand Snakes Mountain, a gray-clothed layman came at some time, and he lived in a hut here, and two little bookboys who were almost grown up took care of his daily life.

This person is named Wu Xuanzi, although he is only a scholar, he is proficient in ink painting, especially animation animals. He once painted a picture of white cranes flying in the sky which was sold for an astonishing price of 6000 taels in Jinjing. Jin painting circle.

But this painting also restricted him, and it was difficult to draw more vivid ink paintings than the picture of white cranes flying to the sky.So Wu Xuanzi took the book boy to the mountains to look for opportunities.

That night, Wu Xuanzi was tossing and turning on the bed. By chance, the moonlight entered the house. He put on a green robe and overcoat with great interest and walked out of the hut. When he looked up, he saw the bright moon hanging high on the top of the mountains. Sleeping in the forest, insects chirping and frogs chirping in the mountains and forests, it is very artistic.

He smoothed his beard, sat in the courtyard and made a pot of tea for himself, tasting the fragrance of tea late at night under the moonlight, but it was quiet and elegant, probably no more than a hermit.

"Sir, are you still awake?" A handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen years old rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked while standing at the door of the house.

"Oh, it's Yunsong." Wu Xuanzi looked back and said with a smile, "I just came to the mountains, and I'm still not used to sleeping.

Go and get the painting tools, I think the mountain scenery is quite interesting, worthy of a painting. "

"Yes, sir." Yun Song regained consciousness and did not wake up the other book boy in the room. He took the painting tools and put them on the small table in the courtyard.

He was no longer sleepy at the moment, so he stood beside Wu Xuanzi and watched him skillfully set out the painting tools, and asked: "Sir, didn't you say that good paintings are rare, and excellent ones are hard to come by? Why did you paint after only a few days in the mountains?" So many good paintings?"

Wu Xuanzi picked up a brush with wolf tail hair, gently smoothed the tip of the brush, and said with a smile: "Where do you see so many good paintings?"

Yun Song said: "As for the sunrise painting and the sunset painting you drew a few days ago, I think they are both very good."

"Hehe." Wu Xuanzi shook his head and said, "That's just an ordinary handwriting, not even a good painting. A good painting requires the painter's concentration, concentration and hard work, coupled with the scenery of the sky, to make it .

As for the masterpiece paintings, it needs the right time, place and people, and even good luck. Some painters may be able to draw some good paintings after decades of hard work, but they can't paint a masterpiece painting in a lifetime. "

Yun Song nodded half-understood and said: "So that's it, I thought that a good painting is a good painting if it looks good."

Wu Xuanzi was teased and scolded with a smile: "You bastard, don't practice kung fu all day to become a big guy with no brains, read more like green bamboos, and when you grow up, you can find a girl to start a family and start a family."

Yun Song grinned, rubbed the back of his head and stopped talking.

Wu Xuanzi took a sip of his tea and began to seriously conceive and draw.

Standing beside him, Yun Song didn't dare to make a sound for fear of disturbing Mr.'s painting.

Wu Xuanzi sometimes stared at the full moon in the sky and meditated, sometimes lowered his head to concentrate on painting, and sometimes looked back at the real scene and the painted scene.

The mountain night is long and silent, and the Huayue is cold and bright.

A gust of wind blew in at night, maybe the sand and gravel blinded his eyes, Wu Xuanzi rubbed his eyes, suddenly he looked at a mountain, and said in surprise: "Yunsong, Yunsong! Look at what that is?"

Yun Song, who was standing beside him and almost fell asleep, hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, "What did you say, sir?"

Wu Xuanzi said: "You have good eyes, go to the roof and see what is on that mountain?"

When Yun Song heard the words, he stepped on the small stone bench in the yard and jumped onto the thatched hut, obviously with some internal strength.

He looked in the direction Wu Xuanzi said, and saw a white snake on a mountain that was very close to the moon. It looked up and swallowed the moon. It seemed to be dotted with silvery white light like a moonlight veil.

Yun Song opened his eyes wide, reconfirmed that he was not dazzled, and said in disbelief: "Sir, snake!
Sir, what a big snake! "

Wu Xuanzi excitedly said: "It's really a snake! The white snake swallows the moon under the moon, and the mountain top is cold and long-lived.

quick!Quickly call Qingzhu, and bring me my exquisite precious rice paper and pen, tonight is the time for me to paint in Wu Xuanzi's famous town! "

Yun Song hurriedly got down from the roof to wake up the book boy Qingzhu, and brought the treasured Four Treasures of the Study worth a hundred taels.

Wu Xuanzi began to draw as soon as he picked up his brush, and he never left his eyes for a moment while staring at the top of the mountain. Under the toad palace, among the mortal world, the clouds, light and night are beautifully veiled.On the top of the mountains, the white snake reflects the snow and swallows the moon.

Such an image of a scene where the celestial beings are cold and in harmony with mountain legends is many times higher than his picture of cranes flying to the sky. The cranes are just beasts in spirit, but this white snake is a demon, with human-like wisdom and inhumanity. heterogeneous.

Yun Song and another twelve or thirteen-year-old book boy, Qingzhu, supported the left and right sides of the painting screen, and spread out a huge painting that was a foot wide.

Wu Xuanzi kept the brush in his hand, splashing ink and brushing his hair, vividly portraying the scene of the fairy and monster in the world.

He poured all his efforts into this painting, and even Wu Xuanzi's spiritual will was integrated into the painting. This paper is made of century-old wood, this mill is Qinghe Cui's precious ink that is rare in a century, and this brush is made of tiger hair. Doing is something that ordinary painters can't ask for.

Under the moon in the courtyard, the silver light shines on the painting, and every stroke and every ink is infected with the essence of the moonlight. When the nine-day moon fades away, Wu Xuanzi also draws the last stroke.

At this moment, Wu Xuanzi looked at the top of the mountain again, and the white snake seemed to see him from several miles away.

It was also at this white snake's glance that Wu Xuanzi picked up the pen and ink, and drew the last stroke of the white snake's eye.

Just at this moment, the morning sun is rising, the red sun is shining brightly, and the painting is dyed with a thin red sun. On the top of the White Snake Huayue Mountain, the cloud-veiled boulder, the moon on the paper and the sun in the sky, complement each other. Phosphorus carving builds on it.

Seeing this scene, Yun Song and Qing Zhu frightened: "Sir! The snake is alive! The white snake is alive!"

When Wu Xuanzi heard the words, he raised his head and laughed loudly. Regardless of his clothes stained with ink, he said excitedly: "It's done! It's done! It's a painting, teacher, I finally did it!"

After all, he staggered and fell into a coma.

The two boys exclaimed in surprise, "Mister! Sir!"

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(End of this chapter)