After Qingluan tore off the demon-suppressing curse seal on the Ice Sword, all eight white feathers on its body withered into ashes. Qingluan, who had lost his immortality forever, picked up the dying white snake and flew out of the mountain.
Qingluan, who had lost his spiritual feather, could not fly out of the White Camel Mountain. The barrier of the Demon Sealing Sword Formation in the mountain was three thousand heavy.
Qingluan held the white snake in his mouth and hovered high in the snow-covered Baituo Mountain for three days, his wings covered with a layer of thick snow that could not be shaken off.
It flew lower and lower, and finally landed in the snowy ground, leaving a long bright red trail.
The feathers under its belly were stained with blood and withered, and its heart had been injured by the sword array in the mountain. It struggled for three days before finally falling.
Qingluan lying in the snow began to peck at the feathers on his body, and then fluttered his wings to cover his body with feathers.
The white snake thought she was cold, so she used her tail to sweep her feathers over her body.
Qingluan screamed in joy, and pushed the white snake with his head, pushing it farther away, then opened his mouth to spit flames, igniting the feathers covering his body, and soon only a pool of charred black remained on the snow-white ground. trace.
It turns out that it pecked its feathers in order to cremate itself.
The vast blue sky and the snow-capped earth.
The white snake stared blankly at the scorched black mark for a long time, and its body was covered with snowflakes.
Until the light of several torches lit up in the mountain, the young men guarding the Sin Sword Pond caught up with them.
White Snake shook off the fine snowflakes from his body as if he was awakened from a dream, carefully touched the scorched black marks with his tail, and then rushed into a room despite the wind and snow.
Only then did Fang Geyu discover that the place where Qingluan landed was a small peach blossom courtyard.
She secretly thought that this little snake was stupid enough. Since he could have his own residence and courtyard on Baituo Mountain, the owner of this hut must have a high status in the Tianxi Sword Sect.
If he rushes in without thinking, if he encounters an elder-level swordsman, he may be able to kill him with one sword.
The scene suddenly changed.
His sight had fallen into the hut.
Fang Geyu was stunned.
The hollow carved window lattice, flying snow drifted into the room, and the wind filled the sleeves.
The owner of the hut who was awakened in the middle of the night was standing in front of the window. He was extremely short and turned out to be a young child.
The boy was about four or five years old. His features were so young that he could pinch water out of his mouth, and his facial features were exquisite. Even Fang Geyu, who didn't like children very much, thought he was very handsome and cute at first glance.
Fang Geyu looked around, but did not see the figure of the little snake. It was well hidden. Unfortunately, none of the disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect were vegetarians. After searching for it, he might not be able to escape.
Sure enough, the voices of those teenagers came from outside the door.
"Young Master, there is a demon who is escaping from the sword pool at night. We came here looking for traces of the demon. We saw the snake demon who didn't know whether to live or die and seemed to have broken into the young master's bedroom. We were afraid that the demon would hurt the young master. We still hope Young Master, please forgive me for our rude behavior."
It turned out to be the young master of Tianxi Sword Sect.
I just don’t know which sect leader’s son he is.
I don't know whether he was bullying the young master because he was young or because he was really worried that he would be in danger. Without waiting for a response, the young man pushed open the door with one palm and rushed in with a few people.
The child standing in front of the window stared blankly at these people, perhaps frightened by the sudden intrusion. Yuxue's cute little face was pale and pale, and she took two steps back with a pair of bare feet, knocking her over. Put the inkstone on the case.
Black ink stained large parts of his sleeves.
Seeing that he was so afraid, the young men looked respectful on their faces, but no one came forward to comfort him. There was even more disdain in their eyes, and they no longer paid attention to the young master who could not explain clearly, so they started searching the house on their own.
A search was unsuccessful.
They looked at the open window and complained: "It's freezing cold today. The young master doesn't care about his body so much that he even opens the window when he sleeps at night."
But Fang Geyu could tell that they complained about the child sleeping with the window open, so they let the white snake escape.
The teenagers did not find any evil spirits in the house, so they had to leave in a hurry and continue searching in the mountains.
The wind and snow howled outside the window, and the cold wind entered the room.
The young master shivered, as if he felt cold. He moved a bench very sensibly, closed the window, and sat on the edge of the bed with his feet dangling.
He slowly rolled up his wide sleeves that were stained black with ink.
Seeing this scene, Fang Geyu couldn't help but be shaken and shocked.
There was actually a white snake tightly wrapped between his delicate arms. The little snake demon's cold vertical pupils were full of vigilance and hatred for humans. The sharp fangs pierced his arm, and bright red blood was flowing. The white sleeves were stained with ink, so the blood stains were covered up and no one noticed.
How could a four or five-year-old child endure this pain?
Facing the snake demon, he was not afraid at all.
Obviously the death of Qingluan was a huge blow to White Snake. Previously, a disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect used an imp to lure White Snake into being, polluting it with its spiritual breath. Now that he had eaten a mouthful of blood, there were already faint signs of demonization.
The gouged corners between the eyebrows were deeply red and gradually turned black, filled with evil energy.
That child really demonstrated his fearlessness to the ignorant. Fang Geyu even sweated for him, but he lowered his head and kissed the white snake between the eyebrows without knowing the danger at all.
The white snake's tail suddenly stood up!
But he stretched out his hand to press its tail. When his lips left the little white snake, his cheeks swelled like fat and tender buns, and then he spat out a mouthful of snake blood.
The child mistakenly thought it had been poisoned, and when the wound turned black, he sucked it out bit by bit.
So the white snake, which was in danger of becoming a demon, had its tail hanging softly, and fainted because it had sucked too much blood.
He took one mouthful after another and almost drank it all.
The blood is still in the dead of night.
The young child who seemed sensible and lonely carefully cleaned up the blood stains, carefully took the white snake off his arm, then put it into the warm bed and slept with it in his arms all night.
On the little arms exposed outside the quilt, the two sharp bright red dots were like two dots of cinnabar, which penetrated deep into the bones.
Fang Geyu thought this child was extremely strange. If it were a child's nature, he was born with a love for small animals and wanted to keep them secretly.
But ordinary children like some cute and plush kittens and puppies.
As for snakes, not to mention children, even adults were frightened when they saw them. Why did this child hide them as if they were treasures?
Scattered images floated again.
Fang Geyu finally knew the answer.
The child's father is the Tianxi Sword Master. When he appeared in Fang Geyu's sight wearing a black and red sword outfit, his face was unclear.
It seems that in this memory, he is very afraid of this sword master, as if he has not dared to look at him all year round, so that over the years, his face has been blurred and weathered.
The young Master Tianxi had high hopes, and he was indeed extremely talented and intelligent. Therefore, the sword master was extremely harsh and even severe towards his only son.
He can't play around like ordinary children, let alone be distracted by chores, raising flowers, grass, and animals. For a sword master who pursues perfection, this is just playing with things and not making progress.
A child at such a young age had to read Taoist swordsmanship for four hours every day and start practicing swordsmanship when he fell asleep.
After a whole day, I was exhausted, but there was no one to talk to.
In the Peach Blossom Courtyard, you can't even catch a cricket.
Now that there is a little snake beside him, he no longer has to look at the sky to see the birds flying away and the mountain eagles taking up residence.
For some reason, Fang Geyu felt a little soft in his heart when he looked at this dumpling-sized child.
She wondered how there could be such a sensible and well-behaved child in this world. He clearly had such a cruel father, but he didn't look crooked at all.
He would deliberately injure himself while practicing his sword, so that he could obtain the elixir from the arsenal and use it to treat the wounds left on the white snake's body when it was peeled off.
Relying on the fact that the sword wound on his body was not serious, he secretly licked it twice and let the wound scab and heal on its own.
The little snake was fed by him and grew up little by little, and became closer to him day by day. The young master was so smart that he didn't even let others notice that he was raising monsters privately.
And the little white snake became the only demon in the Tianxi Fuyaolu who escaped from the Sin Sword Pond.
I don’t know to what day time has passed.
The ice and snow melt, and wild flowers bloom all over the mountains.
The slightly taller child pointed to the sky and said to the little white snake under him: "Xiaobai, if a dragon leaves the water and a tiger leaves the mountain, it will be bullied..."
Under the scorching sun in the sky, his young eyes shone brighter than the scorching sun: "You should fly high."
So, the little child took out a crystal clear little horn from his arms.
The important thing that was once lost was now recovered by this child from the hands of those vicious teenagers by some unknown means.
The little white snake was finally raised into a real dragon by a child on Baituo Mountain.
Longjiao returned to his position, and the disaster that was difficult to overcome three years ago was averted by him.
Snake scales fade away, dragon claws grow, the scorching sun disappears, the heaven and earth are dim and everything is gone.
On this beautiful spring day, a dragon soared.
All the clouds and stars in the sky and the earth follow behind them. Thunder, rain, and dew come out of the gate of heaven, shaking the four ends of the world.
The grass is long and warblers are flying, and the flowers are blooming brightly.
The white dragon was born in the sky. At the moment when the whole world was celebrating and hundreds of birds were flying across the sky, its head that should have been proudly held high bowed down in submission. The dragon's whiskers were like a kiss, touching the child's eyebrows.
Then leave.
