New White Snake Asking Immortals

The peach is young, its flowers are scorching, and the spring breeze blows the white clothes.

Zuowang Peak is the practice place of many young disciples. The fairy island on the peak is shrouded in clouds and mist, cranes fly, and ancient peach trees grow obliquely.

Under the tree, Bai Yujun was painting slowly and attentively with a brush in her hand, the brush was soft and vivid on the paper.

Young disciples between the ages of six and seven to twelve or thirteen are serious about learning painting. The eyes of those who don't quite understand are full of circles, and the faces of those who realize the beauty are joyful.

The disciples of Chunyang Palace have to learn piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, five elements, eight trigrams, astronomy, geography, medicine, alchemy, etc. They have to choose one to study and master, and they have to understand some other knowledge.

Ordinary life must be adjusted, and being a teacher is very good.

In recent days, Bai Yujun taught the young disciples to learn to paint. In addition to the young disciples listening to the class, there are also disciples who like Danqing to listen in. Either they are delighted with the harvest, or they are frowning and thinking about the unknown. Under the tree, on the wooden table carved with natural roots, there is a classic painting presented in front of the eyes.

In terms of painting, any of Bai's works can make the world crazy.

Swipe lightly, close the pen, and nod in satisfaction.

Today's paintings performed better than expected, the peach tree's rainbow roots are rooted in Qingyan, the flowers are in full bloom, and the flowers are floating, with the beauty and sadness of endless petals falling.

The hair fluttered slightly to cover the dragon's horns.

The breeze blew the drawing paper rattling, waved his hand, the wind was calm.

The young disciples were dumbfounded, they were very envious of this move's ability to make the wind stop with a wave of their hands.

"Wow~ Patriarch knows how to control the wind~"

Bai Yujun's lifespan and seniority are enough to be the ancestors of these little brats. Apart from a certain Bai, the only one alive in the same generation is Chu Zhe, the master who is about to cross the catastrophe. Ye Zixu, the master of Zixu Peak, has to call Bai Yujun when he sees Bai Yujun Uncle, it is estimated that the most senior person in Chunyang Palace after the head of the family crosses the catastrophe is a certain lazy white dragon.

The small mouth smiled, showing two white fangs, and began to tease the child.

Stretching out a hand, five slaps of big cotton-like auspicious clouds flew around the body, which was very amusing, and immediately made the eyes of these children round and drooling with envy.

"Thunderbolt~"

The five small auspicious clouds suddenly turned dark gray, crackling electric arcs flickered randomly, and there was faint thunder.

This time, even the older disciples who learned painting were surprised. Since they can simulate thunder and lightning, if they guess correctly, they should be able to simulate rainy weather. As expected...

"Rain~"

Little clouds patter and rain rustle.

It's not an eye-covering illusion that children occasionally play with. It's a really delicate and extremely mysterious spell. Maybe many monks can do as many small clouds as they can, but if it simulates thunder and drizzle, there is only one person. It's a talent, and you can't learn it even if you study hard.

"Work hard to practice enlightenment, and you will become very powerful in the future~"

"Start to practice drawing now. Each person draws a pair of spring peach trees. I will check before the sun goes down. Those who haven't finished their homework can only eat steamed buns and no food tonight. Don't think about fooling around. Let's start."

On the top of the peak, there were complaints and crying, and Bai Yujun floated on the peach tree trunk and lay down, smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms.

There are not many ancient trees in Shenhua Mountain, and the peach tree on Zuowang Peak is more famous. In addition, the vigorous cedar on the top of Lunjian Peak is famous all over the world, and no one dares to climb the two trees. Only a certain white Jiao has the freedom to climb trees.

Bai Yujun is a snake and a jiao likes to climb trees.

To sum it up in one sentence, it's not that people don't have to follow certain rules.

Lying on the tree, with fine white scales and long dragon tail shrugging occasionally~

The sturdy peach tree grows obliquely like a horned dragon, purple in the morning glow, and the moonlight is cool and cold. This tree has been influenced by the pure yang Taoism all year round, listening to the scriptures and practicing the law, if it is not difficult for the flowers and trees to become a spirit, it may have already become a demon.

The pink petals gently fell on the pretty nose, and the conditioned reflex stretched out the tongue and rolled it into the mouth...

baji baji~

The taste is okay, but I don't know if it can be supplemented with vitamins.

"If you live too long, you'll be bored..."

Going to the peak of Jiaosheng, watching the snake spirit grow up from a young age, becoming the ancestor of the world's largest cultivating sect, the tricks that ordinary people may think are peerless exercises and super magic weapons, are all wrong, very wrong.

The most important thing is to be alive, and only by surviving can you hope to reach the top.

Even if you are not as crazy as the peak, everything is possible only if you are alive. Maybe it is embarrassing to lie in the mud and grass, but you can live.

In fact, the world Bai Yujun sees is different from others.

The peach blossoms bloom and bear fruit, 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 in summer, autumn comes and winter blows snow, and the young disciples who sit on the Wangfeng Peak to learn Taoism are like flower buds, blooming, falling, growing up and getting old in a hurry, newcomers come every year, and the footsteps that can't stop are flickering And pass...

Yawn and stretch, maybe squint for a while, the world is a hundred years old, time flows by.

"So sleepy~ Take a nap~"

From then on, a certain Bai started a sleeping life like some demon emperors in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. He saw in a daze that the rain outside the window turned into snow, and the snow turned into rain, and the frost stubble on the windows turned into raindrops again. Seeing Chu Zhe while half asleep, he settled the affairs of the sect and had to go through the tribulation.

After simply saying a few words to take care, Moubai shouldered the burden of taking care of the entire Chunyang Palace again.

Looking up at the sect leader Du Jie successfully leaving along the beam of light, he really became the patriarch of the sect now, and at the same time, he felt a lot of strangeness about Chunyang Palace.

Familiar people are either dead or gone, and there are fewer and fewer opportunities to speak.

Once again, the Chunyang Palace held a martial arts competition for its disciples. Like the Snake Essence back then, it was divided into the Qi Refining Period, the Foundation Establishment Period, and the Golden Elixir Period. Vibrant young men and women came and went to each other to show their magical powers. As the ancestor, Bai Yu Jun can only sit at the highest place to be respected by others, feeling uncomfortable...

Leaving behind a scale clone, he simply returned to the Southern Wilderness, got into the deep pool of the Tiankeng and fell asleep again, hoping to spend endless years with sleep.

Hundreds of years later, more than 1,400 years old.

One day, everyone in the Longmen Desert saw a towering giant tree covering the sky, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye...

Mu finally got out of the restriction of the secret realm and started to restore the dragon gate.

At this time, Bai Yujun was more than 1,400 years old, and the Demon Emperor had completed his realm. He was about to face the dragon gate and the dragon transformation. 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 and just went to chat with Mu and researched whether there was a back door to go through the Dragon Gate. He stood far away and talked to Mu. Who would have thought that he would stay near the Dragon Gate and suffer disaster? The Dragon Gate caught fire and brought Baijiao...

Mu is serious about repairing, occasionally looking through ancient books dug out from nowhere, learning while reading, repairing the damaged parts bit by bit and carefully drawing the rune formation. The amount of work is large enough to make any genius despair.

However, there are always flaws in every secret. Just when it was about to be completely restored, some mysterious functions of the Longmen were accidentally touched, and a certain white who was sitting on a sand dune and gnawing the hind legs of roast lamb was dumbfounded.

The golden light from the dragon gate shrouded the sand dunes, and the violent energy fluctuations were extremely terrifying!

what's the situation?

This is not a tribulation at all!

It takes 1,500 years to transform a dragon, not even one day less. Today is still too early for the 1,500th birthday!

In an instant, the colored orbs between the horns of the two dragons bloomed with light, reflecting the golden light. It seems that there is some inexplicable connection between the orbs and the dragon gate!

Bai Yujun felt that she had fallen into endless darkness, only the orbs were shining...

The golden light disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the dune was empty, leaving only a hind leg of sheep with gaps and teeth torn. Mu looked at the dragon gate and then at the dune with a dazed face.

"Where did Longmen send Xiao Baijiao?"

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