In the Valley of the Snake King, Bai Jun was curled up on a boulder, and finally felt that the immortal path was endless, right before his eyes.
Wisps of spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into his body, traveling around the sky and sinking into the inner points of his dantian.
The practice of demons, unlike humans, does not require meditating on scriptures or secret techniques. It is just a process of accumulating demon power.
Only when you reach the realm of transforming into a great demon can you use writing skills.
Otherwise, how can a newborn demon understand those obscure and mysterious classics and techniques with his wisdom?
All beasts are born between heaven and earth, and are natural spirits that can directly draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body. They do not have to go through the trouble of human beings who must have immortal skills to draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body for practice.
However, there are pros and cons.
There may be many people in the human race who seek immortality and have never been able to find a single piece of immortality practice in their entire lives. But those disciples of high-level sects have accumulated countless immortal skills, and after decades of practice, they may be able to defeat monsters that have been practiced for hundreds of years with some foreign objects.
After all, demons cultivate based on instinct, while humans with the blessing of skills can absorb far more spiritual energy in the same time than demons in terms of quality and quantity.
Bai Jun found that he was absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth very quickly. The spiritual energy from a radius of ten miles in the valley poured into his body, and then fell into his Dantian after running nine elements around his body.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth he draws has only two colors: green and blue, which belong to water and wood. The two energies circulate in the Dantian endlessly. Come to think of it, I am a water snake, so it is normal for me to be able to attract the water spirit, but the wood spirit is a bit unexpected.
However, Bai Jun has never been the kind of person to delve deeply into things. Otherwise, if so many strange things happened to him and he had to explore them one by one, why would he still be cultivating?
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.
The breeze blows in the valley, and the willow leaves are fluttering. Occasionally, one or two willow leaves fall with the wind and fall on the white snake. The afterglow of the sunset is infinitely beautiful.
Bai Jun stopped after absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for a few hours. Cultivation is a matter that lasts for hundreds of years. You must maintain enough expectations and expectations to persevere.
Many things cannot be persisted with passion, most of them rely on habits.
Bai Jun decided to only practice for six hours every day, three hours during the day and three hours at night.
It's not that he is lazy, but that he may have to persist in developing habits for many years.
Bai Jun knew that many monsters, after exhausting their enthusiasm for cultivation, lost their desire to seek the truth after achieving a little success, and instead relied on sorcery to be lawless, and eventually died.
He cannot guarantee that ten years from now, or even a hundred years from now, he will still retain the same hope and pursuit of Tao and immortality as he does today.
Therefore, habits are very important.
Although there are only six hours of practice out of twelve hours in a day, with this habit, even if one day in the future he no longer desires immortality, he can still do it by persisting in this habit.
Bai Yan moved his stiff body and looked at the sunset with infinite hope in his eyes.
He, Bai Jun, finally became a demon today!
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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 roared in a warning tone, but the white fox didn't take it seriously. He flicked his tail behind him and spoke in human words: "Qilang, go back and tell Mr. Hushan that this demon has been captured by Hu Qiniang. I want to If he wants it, let him go to our Black King to ask for it."
The giant wolf roared loudly, and as if it was angered, it suddenly jumped up and pointed at the white fox with its claws with gray demonic claws attached.
Behind Hu Qiniang, the fox tail suddenly grew five feet long, like a long white whip, and whipped away the giant gray wolf into the pit. Then the fox tail shrunk, and she sighed: "Qi Lang, I am very kind to you. You'd better practice for another few decades to break up the crossbones, and then, hey, let's fight with fairies again."
The gray wolf whimpered, gave the white fox a hard look and limped away quickly. He only had more than a hundred years of cultivation. Even though he was slightly stronger than the fox in terms of species, the gap in cultivation was too big to be comparable.
After the white fox saw that he was gone, he kicked off his legs and whipped up a gray demonic wind, running as fast as flying close to the ground and leaping dozens of feet in the blink of an eye.
In the valley, Bai Yan, who had just filled his stomach, suddenly raised his head and saw a white fox falling from a mountain hundreds of feet above the small pool unscathed.
He tensed up and raised his head to look at the very demonic fox.
"Kekeke~ Don't be nervous, little snake." The white fox actually spoke human words.
Bai Jun felt even more nervous. This was a demon who had refined his bones.
"I know you can understand human speech, remember, my name is Hu Qiniang." Bai Hu picked up one foot and spun around, "Of course you can also call me Hu Qiniang, that's how the little monsters in the mountains call me. mine."
Bai Yan almost couldn't help laughing in his heart, but nodded anyway.
Hu Qiniang said with satisfaction: "Yes, your intelligence is quite high. You will be a little demon of our Black Wind King's lineage from now on. I live on a red stone mountainside three hundred miles southeast of here. If you need it in the future, I can Look for me there."
Bai Jun was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: What kind of lineage is the Black Wind King? I just became a demon and was used as cannon fodder by others?
Hu Qiniang looked at him and shook his head, and sneered: "Just now outside the mountain, the wolf demon of Lord Hushan came to threaten you to join their lineage. But I have already driven you away, saying that you are already of the lineage of King Black Wind.
Therefore, if you don't join the lineage of King Black Wind, you will have no choice but to be eaten by that tiger monster. You know, Tiger Mountain Lord is a tiger demon who has been cultivating for seven hundred years. It will take only a hundred years at most to survive the demon tribulation and transform. Isn't it easy to catch you, a white snake who has just entered the demon realm, by squeezing it to death? "
Bai Yan pondered for a moment and did not get angry. Doing so would only cause him to lose his mind and affect his brain in making the judgment that best suits his own interests.
The giant python nodded helplessly.
Hu Qiniang smiled and said: "Good snake, I know you are a smart snake. Let me tell you about the power of these mountain monsters."
Our Qinnan Mountains are the dividing line between the human and demon tribes in Linnan Continent, stretching for no less than a hundred thousand miles. And because we are close to the human race territory within a radius of one or two thousand miles, there is no great demon in disguise.
There are only two people with the highest cultivation level. One is the Tiger Mountain Lord. He has good blood and extremely strong strength. He has lived for more than five hundred years and has seven hundred years of demon power on the verge of transformation. He has conquered many wolf demons and leopard demons. , and eight or nine little monsters such as lynxes, most of which are four to five hundred miles away on the west side of your valley.
The Tiger Mountain Lord is greedy and extremely cruel, so the little monster in the mountain surrenders to the Black Wind King.
More than two hundred miles south of your valley is the territory of King Black Wind. He is a black bear spirit who has lived for eight hundred years and has a higher level of cultivation than Lord Hushan. However, he does not like fighting and has collected more than ten A small demon, mostly a bird or a weak demon that eats grass.
As for me, I am the number one demon under the throne of Black Wind. I have cultivated for more than four hundred years. Except for the tiger and the black bear, I am not afraid of anyone within a radius of two thousand miles. "
Bai Jun understood in his heart that there were so many twists and turns in the world of monsters. He thought that monsters were all cultivating in their own way and would never interact with each other until death.
He pointed with his head in the direction of the direction.
Hu Qiniang's slender fox eyes smiled and said: "King Black Wind usually doesn't like these chores, so if you have anything in the future, just come to me. Do you understand?"
Bai Jun's head paused, this fox wanted to fight between the tiger and the bear, would she benefit from it?
Hu Qiniang saw Bai Snake's hesitation, clapped her hands and said with a smile: "What a good snake! It's true that the old snake is not dead but a demon. It's so smart that he can see it."
Mom, I have been hiding in the human world for decades and have developed a good brain. You, snake, are so smart when you first become a demon. It seems that the heavens are helping me.
Don't worry, follow me and I will definitely satisfy you. "
White Snake was speechless, but still nodded in agreement. After all, foxes are wise and cunning and cannot be trusted, but they cannot resist either.
He could never defeat a fox demon with four hundred years of demon power.
Hu Qiniang patted Bai Jun with satisfaction and said, "Practice hard. If you need it in the future, I will come to you."
After saying that, he turned around and drove away in that weird demonic wind, so fast that Bai Jun couldn't see his figure clearly.
Is this witchcraft?
As the setting sun in the valley was gradually swallowed up by darkness, his heart gradually calmed down, and he was not worried about his own safety. Because he is just a little white snake, there is no plot for these monsters. If he insists on saying that he has potential, then it must be after he has practiced for a hundred years.
Once demons transform into demons, their lifespans are extremely long.
Although Bai Yan didn't know how long he could live, he probably felt that his body would not age even if it took hundreds of years.
Therefore, even if there is involvement between monsters, it is almost measured in terms of years.
Bai Jun really can't feel any sense of urgency. The power of Tiger Mountain Lord is hundreds of miles away from him. In addition, monsters generally have fixed territories. He doesn't think that those monsters come all the way. Eat this monster who has not cultivated for a year.
Even if you eat it, you won’t be able to consume enough demon power by running around.
Looking at the moon rising high into the sky, it should be a full moon tonight.
Bai Jun did not coil up on the boulder, but climbed to the top of the cliff beside the small pool.
On the top of a mountain nearly two hundred feet high, the view is extremely broad. 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 palace where immortals live in the nine heavens, standing above all living beings and being respected by all spirits.
Bai Jun curled up his body, raised his head and swallowed the moon.
Wisps of taiyin essence were swallowed by him and spread throughout his body. The cold feeling was really uncomfortable, but Bai Jun could still persevere.
The pale white lunar power enters the body, sinks into the Dantian, and merges with the pale blue water spiritual power to form a milky white color.
When the full moon was about to disappear, Bai Jun absorbed a few more Shaoyin powers into his body and merged with Mu Xing's spiritual power to turn into emerald green.
The four powers of the Dantian in the body are like the four images. Two phenomena give rise to the four images. Naturally, the four images can also be attributed to the two phenomena.
Since there are two rituals, there is Yin and Yang. The power of Taiyin combines with the water element and turns into Yin, which is bitingly cold. The power of Shaoyin combines with the elements of wood and turns into Yang, warming and vitalizing.
The two colors of green and white embrace each other head to tail in the body, forming a Tai Chi circle and guarding each other, 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 demon power now and has no fixed effect, if it accumulates over time, there will be infinite possibilities.
From then on, every day when there is a moon, there will be a mysterious white snake sitting on the top of the mountain, raising its head and swallowing the moon. There is a silvery glow slanting across the mountain and a snake. The white snake is as crystal clear as jade. The light clouds and mist on the top of the mountain are like a layer of gauze, blocking its true appearance.
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At the foot of Wanshe Mountain, a gray-clothed layman came here at some point. He settled in a cottage here, and two little book boys who were almost adults took care of his daily life.
This man's name was Wu Xuanzi. Although he was just a scholar, he was proficient in ink painting and especially good at drawing animated animals. A picture of a white crane flying into the sky that he once painted was sold in Jinjing for an astonishing price of 6,000 taels, so he became famous. Jin Dynasty painting circle.
But this painting also restricted him, and it was difficult for him to paint an ink painting with more vivid imagery than the white crane flying into the sky. Therefore, Wu Xuanzi took the book boy to the mountains and fields to look for opportunities.
That night, Wu Xuanzi tossed and turned in bed. Occasionally, the moonlight entered the house. He put on a green robe and coat with interest and walked out of the thatched house. When he raised his head, he saw the bright moon hanging high on the top of the mountains, and the mountains were lonely in the moonlight. Sleeping there, the insects chirping and the frogs chirping in the mountains and forests, it is quite artistic.
He smoothed his beard, sat in the courtyard and made himself a pot of tea. He drank the fragrance of tea late at night under the moonlight. It was quiet and elegant, and he was probably nothing more than a hermit.
"Sir, are you still asleep?" A handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen years old asked standing at the door of the house, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Oh, it's Yunsong." Wu Xuanzi looked back and said with a smile: "I just came to the mountains and I still can't get used to sleeping.
Go get the painting tools. I think the scenery in the mountains is quite interesting and worthy of a painting. "
"Yes, sir." Yun Song became more awake and did not wake up the other bookboy in the room. He took the painting tools and put them on the small table in the courtyard.
He was no longer sleepy at this moment, so he stood next to Wu Xuanzi and watched him skillfully lay out the painting tools, and asked: "Sir, didn't you say that good paintings are hard to come by and perfect paintings are hard to come by? Why did you start painting just a few days after you came to the mountains?" So many good paintings?”
Wu Xuanzi picked up a wolf tail hair brush, gently smoothed the tip, and said with a smile: "Where did you see so many good paintings?"
Yun Song said: "As for the sunrise painting and the sunset painting you painted a few days ago, I think they are both very good."
"Haha." Wu Xuanzi shook his head and said: "That's just an ordinary handwriting, not even a good painting. A good painting requires the painter to concentrate, concentrate on the work, and have the right time and scenery to achieve it. .
As for the best paintings, it requires the right time, place and people, and it even depends on luck. Some painters may be able to paint some good paintings after working hard for decades, but they will never be able to paint a single top-quality painting in their lifetime. "
Yun Song nodded as if he understood something: "I see, I thought that if it looks good, it means it's a good painting."
Wu Xuanzi was amused and laughed and scolded: "You bastard, don't practice all day long and become a big brainless guy. Read more like Qingzhu. When you grow up, you can find a girl to start a family."
Yun Song grinned, rubbed the back of his head and stopped talking.
Wu Xuanzi took a sip of tea and began to seriously conceive and write.
Yun Song stood beside him and did not dare to make a sound for fear of disturbing his husband's painting.
Wu Xuanzi sometimes stared at the full moon in the sky and meditated, sometimes lowered his head and concentrated on painting, and sometimes looked back at the real scene and the painted scene.
The mountain night is long and silent, and the Chinese moon is cold and clear.
A gust of wind blew at night, and maybe the sand and gravel blurred his eyes. Wu Xuanzi rubbed his eyes. Suddenly he looked at the top of a mountain and exclaimed in surprise: "Yunsong, Yunsong! Look, what is that?"
Yun Song, who was standing nearby and almost fell asleep, hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said, "Sir, what did you say?"
Wu Xuanzi said: "You have good eyesight. Go to the roof and see what is on the top of the mountain?"
When Yun Song heard this, he stepped on the small stone bench in the courtyard and jumped onto the thatched hut. He obviously had some internal strength in him.
He looked in the direction Wu Xuanzi said and saw a vaguely white snake on a hilltop very close to the moon, raising its head and swallowing the moon. It seemed to be embellished with silvery white light, like a moonlight gauze.
Yun Song opened his eyes wide, made sure again that he was not dazzled, and said in disbelief: "Sir, snake!
Sir, what a big snake! "
Wu Xuanzi said excitedly: "It's really a snake! The white snake swallows the moon under the moon, and the cold sky on the top of the mountain refines immortality."
quick! Quickly call Qingzhu and bring me my exquisite precious Xuan paper and pen. Tonight is when I, Wu Xuanzi, will become famous in the painting world! "
Yun Song hurriedly went down to the roof to wake up the book boy Qingzhu, and brought him the Four Treasures of the Study, which was worth a hundred taels.
Wu Xuanzi started painting as soon as he picked up his pen. He stared at the mountain top and never left his eyes for a moment. Under the Toad Palace, in the mortal world, the clouds and night were delicately veiled. On the cold heights of the mountains, white snakes reflect the snow and swallow the moon.
This image of a scene that combines immortality and coldness with mountain legends is many times higher than his picture of a crane flying into the sky. The crane is only a beast in the supernatural world, but this white snake is a demon, with human-like wisdom but inhuman of aliens.
Yun Song and another scholar, Qing Zhu, who was twelve or thirteen years old, held the left and right sides of the painting screen respectively and spread out the giant painting that was a foot wide.
Wu Xuanzi kept painting in his hand, splashing ink and vividly portraying the scene of immortals and demons in the world.
He devoted all his efforts to this painting, and even Wu Xuanzi's spiritual will was integrated into the painting. The paper is made of century-old wood, the mill is a rare treasure of Qinghe Cui's ink in a century, and this stroke is made of tiger hair. Doing it is something that ordinary painters cannot ask for.
Under the moonlight in the courtyard, the silver glow illuminates the painting, and every stroke and every ink is infected with the essence of the moon. When the nine-day moon fades away, Wu Xuanzi also painted 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 this glimpse of the white snake that made Wu Xuanzi put down his pen and ink, and painted the last stroke of the white snake's eyes.
At this moment, the early sun is rising, the red sun is dyed with thin sunlight, and the white snake is painted with clouds and gauze on the top of Huayue Mountain. The moon on paper and the sun in the sky complement each other. The snake's eyes look directly into the human heart, and the white snake scales are like real ones. It is carved with phosphorus.
When Yunsong and Qingzhu saw this scene, they were frightened and said: "Sir! The snake is alive! The white snake is alive!"
When Wu Xuanzi heard this, he raised his head and laughed. Regardless of his clothes that were stained by ink, he said excitedly: "It's done! It's done! I'm so absorbed in painting, teacher, I finally did it!"
After that, he staggered and fell unconscious.
The two children exclaimed: "Sir! Sir!"
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