The peaches are young, their flowers are scorching, and the spring breeze is blowing the white clothes.
Zuowang Peak is the place where many young disciples practice. The fairy island on the top of the peak is surrounded by clouds and mist, and cranes are flying. The ancient peach trees growing tiltedly have bright pink peach blossoms. The breeze is swaying, and the petals are floating like flowers and raining down on the shoulders...
Under the tree, Bai Yujun is painting slowly and attentively with a brush in his hand, and the wolf hair is gentle and vivid on the paper.
Young disciples aged six to seven to 12 or 13 years old are studying painting seriously. The eyes of those who don't understand it well are full of circles, and the faces of those who have realized the wonderful things are full of joy. They are different from each other.
Disciples of the Chunyang Palace had to learn everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting to the Five Elements and Bagua, astronomy, geography, medicine, alchemy, etc. They had to choose one to study and become proficient in, and they had to understand a little bit of other knowledge. In terms of calligraphy and painting, Bai didn't like to practice calligraphy, but he was an absolute master in painting.
Ordinary life always requires adjustments, and it is good to be a teacher.
In recent days, Bai Yujun has been teaching young disciples to learn painting. In addition to the young disciples, there are also disciples who like painting. They are either happy about the harvest or frowning and thinking about something unclear. Under the tree, on the wooden table carved with natural roots, there is a classic painting Present before your eyes.
When it comes to painting, any piece of Bai's work can make the world go crazy.
Swing the pen lightly, put it away, and nod with satisfaction.
The paintings I performed better today far exceeded my expectations. The peach trees and rainbow roots are rooted in the blue rocks, the flowers are in full bloom, and the flowers are falling, with the beauty and sadness of endless petals falling.
The hair is swaying slightly to cover the dragon's horns.
The breeze made the drawing paper rustle, and I waved my hands, and the sea was calm.
The young disciples were stunned and shocked, and were very envious of this move that could make the wind stop with just a wave of their hands.
"Wow~ Ancestor can control the wind~"
Bai Yujun's lifespan and seniority are enough to be the ancestor of these little brats. Apart from Bai, the only other person alive in the same generation is Chu Zhe, the leader who is about to go through the tribulation. The master of Zixu Peak, Ye Zi, has to call Bai Yujun "Master Bai" when he sees her. Uncle, it is estimated that after the leader passes through the tribulation, the senior person in Chunyang Palace will be a certain lazy white dragon.
The small mouth smiled, revealing two white fangs, and began to play with the child.
With a gesture of his hand, five auspicious clouds as big as cotton balls flew around him. It was very fun and immediately made the children's eyes widen with envy and drool.
"Thunder and lightning~"
The five small auspicious clouds suddenly turned gray, crackling arcs of electricity flashed randomly, and there was a hint of thunder.
This time, even the older painting disciples were surprised. Since they can simulate thunder and lightning, if they guessed correctly, they should also be able to simulate rainy weather. As expected...
"Rain~"
Small clouds were pattering and light rain was rustling.
This is not an eye-covering illusion that children occasionally play for fun. It is a truly exquisite and mysterious magic. Many monks may be able to create many small clouds, but if there is only one Bai Bai to simulate thunder, lightning and drizzle, this It's a talent that can't be learned even through hard work and practice.
"Work hard to practice and understand the Tao, and you will become very powerful in the future~"
"Now let's practice painting. Each person will draw a peach tree. I will check it before the sun sets. If you haven't finished your homework, you will only be able to eat steamed buns and no vegetables tonight. Don't try to deal with it. Let's get started."
The peak was filled with complaints and cries, and Bai Yujun floated lightly on the trunk of a peach tree and lay down, smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms.
There are not many ancient trees in Shenhua Mountain, and the peach tree at Zuowang Peak is more famous. In addition, the vigorous cedar at the top of Lunjian Peak is famous in the world. No one dares to climb up these two trees, only a certain white dragon has the freedom to climb.
It is natural that Bai Yujun is a snake or a dragon and likes to climb trees. To sum it up in one sentence, it does not mean that people do not need to follow certain rules.
Lying on the tree, the long dragon tail with fine white scales twitches occasionally~
The thick peach tree grows slanting like a horned dragon, with purple air in the morning glow and cold moonlight. This tree has been influenced by the pure Yang Taoism all year round. Listening to the scriptures and practicing the Dharma, if it were not for the difficulty of the flowers, plants and trees to become spirits, I am afraid it would have become a demon.
The pink petals gently fall on the tip of the pretty nose, and the conditioned reflex stretches out the tongue and rolls it into the mouth...
Bah, bah, bah~
It tastes good, but I wonder if it can be supplemented with vitamins.
"If you live too long, you will be bored..."
Reaching the pinnacle of Jiaosheng's life, he grew up as a snake spirit in the palace from a young age to the ancestor of the world's largest immortal cultivating sect. Most people may think that the secret is a peerless skill and a super magic weapon, but they are all wrong. The mistake is very wrong.
The most important thing is to live. Only by living can you hope to reach the top.
Even if you are not as crazy as you are at your peak, everything is possible only if you are alive. It may be embarrassing to crawl into the mud and lie in the grass, but you can survive.
In fact, Bai Yujun sees the world differently from others.
The peach blossoms are in bloom and full of fruits. The leaves fall back to their roots in autumn, and the branches are covered with snow in winter.
As if taking a nap, flowers bloom and fall, summer passes, autumn comes, and winter snows, the young disciples who sit on Wangfeng to learn Taoism are like flowers and bones, blooming and falling, growing up and aging in a hurry. New people come every year, and their steps can't stop. And passed...
Yawn, stretch, or squint for a while. Hundreds of years pass in this world, and time passes by.
"So sleepy~ Take a nap~"
From then on, a certain Bai started his sleeping life like some demon emperors in the Shiwan Mountains. He saw in confusion that the rain outside the window turned into snow, and the snow turned into rain again, and the windows were covered with frost and turned into raindrops. Halfway through, he saw When I saw Chu Zhe half-awake, he had settled the sect affairs and had to overcome the disaster.
After simply saying a few words to take care, Moubai shouldered the burden of taking care of the entire Chunyang Palace.
Looking up at the leader who successfully overcame the tribulation and left along the beam of light, he really became the ancestor of the sect, and at the same time he felt a lot more strange to Chunyang Palace.
Familiar people are either dead or gone, and there are fewer and fewer opportunities to speak.
Once again, Chunyang Palace held a martial arts competition among disciples. Just like the time of Snake Spirit, it was divided into Qi refining period, foundation building period and golden elixir period. Vibrant young men and women came and went to show off their magical powers. As an ancestor, Bai Yu Jun can only sit at the top and be respected by others, feeling uncomfortable...
Leaving behind a scaled clone, he simply returned to the Southern Wilderness, got into the sinkhole and fell asleep again, hoping to sleep through the endless years.
Hundreds of years later, more than 1,400 years old.
One day, everyone in the Longmen Desert saw a towering tree covering the sky and the sun, and disappeared in the blink of an eye...
Mu finally got out of the confinement of the secret realm and began to repair the dragon gate.
At this time, Bai Yujun was already more than 1,400 years old. The Demon King had reached the state of perfection and was about to face the challenge of walking on a dragon and leaping over the Dragon Gate in the form of a dragon. It was very difficult for Mu to repair the Dragon Gate before transforming into a dragon.
Small figures flew around the huge dragon gate.
Bai Yujun was bored so he chatted with Mu and studied whether there was a back door to Longmen. He stood far away and talked to Mu. Who would have thought of staying near Longmen but suffered a disaster? Longmen caught fire and Bai Jiao was affected...
Mu repaired it carefully, occasionally flipping through ancient books dug out from nowhere, and learning while reading. He repaired the damaged parts bit by bit and carefully drew the rune formations. The amount of work was enough to make any genius despair.
However, there are always flaws in every effort. Just when it was about to be completely restored, an accidental touch triggered some mysterious functions of the gantry. Bai Bai, who was sitting on the sand dune eating the hind legs of roasted lamb, was dumbfounded.
The dragon gate sheds golden light and covers the sand dunes, and the violent energy fluctuations are extremely terrifying!
what's the situation?
This is not a tribulation at all!
It takes 1,500 years to transform into a dragon. You cannot miss even one day. Today is still early for your 1,500th birthday!
In an instant, the colorful orb between the two dragon horns bloomed with light, complementing the golden light. It seemed that there was some inexplicable connection between the orb and the dragon gate!
Bai Yujun felt like he was falling into endless darkness, with only the colorful light of the orb...
The golden light disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the sand dune was empty, leaving only a sheep's hind leg with cracks and teeth bite marks. Mu looked at the dragon gate and then at the sand dune, his little face blank.
"Where did Longmen send the little white dragon?"
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