Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

240 years ago, Lou Jia was not yet Lou Jia, he was only 16 years old, and he was still a white boa in the world who was practicing hard.

It lives in a beautiful valley, with high mountains and dangerous peaks as natural screens outside, and vines and beasts inside to block people from walking.I have forgotten which year it was, it swam into the valley from the waterway by mistake, and found a Fenghe cave full of spiritual energy hidden in the valley stream.

This Fenghe cave is half in the water and half on the water. The spring in the cave is gurgling, but it is not wet. The deepest part is the most open. It is a lotus pond filled with aura. I don’t know which expert left it. It is so beautiful that it cannot be moved. open your eyes.

Since then, it has occupied Fenghe Catacombs for cultivation.

Cultivating to transform into a dragon is its greatest wish.

Its body is snow white, it is a beautiful big snake, it likes to be clean, but snakes are born to drag their bellies along the ground, and cannot avoid dust, so it has become a strange snake, only willing to sway in the water and refuse to go ashore.If you can transform into a dragon, you can soar through the clouds and ride the fog, and you will no longer have to drag the ground.

It also doesn't like the hissing sound of snakes, it's really unpleasant. If it can transform a dragon, the dragon's hissing sound is much better than the snake's hissing.

There are not too many monks in the world, and people, ghosts and monsters have their own needs, and the more they ask, the more they ask.

It only wants not to neigh, to be simple, but also to surpass itself. It has a firm mind, ignorant and persistent, and devotes itself to cultivation.

So when he was a hundred years old, one day thunder roared in the valley, and the aura overflowed, and it successfully transformed into a little white dragon.

Originally, after more than ten years of cultivation, it would be able to ascend to the realm of comprehension, but it has already fulfilled its wish and has no motivation to practice. It just idles around every day, flying freely in the valley, or lying lightly in the mountain stream. How happy it is to sing an unknown tune, this is the happiest day it has been since it was born as a white boa.

The birds and beasts here don't know that there is a world beyond the valley, they are ignorant and ignorant, and have never seen a dragon. After the white dragon left the customs, they would point to it and often swarm around it from a distance to look at it in wonder.

The sparrows who flew here for the winter sneered at the little white dragon. They were well-informed and told everyone that they had seen this long, white thing before. In the world, it was called noodles, and it was very common.

It turned out that it was a noodle, and the birds and beasts were amazed.

But the thunderstorm on the day of practice attracted prying eyes, and nearby monks found it.

Little White Dragon knows nothing, the evening breeze blows away the haze, butterflies and wild bees are flying among the fragrant grass flowers, sparrows are chirping on the trees, it rained yesterday, the mountain stream has swollen, and now it has recovered Clear, all this makes Xiao Bailong happy.

It lay lazily in the mountain stream, opened its mouth to catch water and played, if it wasn't for the occasional lazy wagging of its tail!It moves like a jade carving.

The monk sneaked up and saw the little white dragon in the mountain stream. He was ecstatic in his heart. This is a great nourishment for the soul. Not to mention that eating it will greatly increase his skill, and he can make magic weapons by peeling off the dragon's tendons and skin, so he immediately appeared and moved Come on.

Then several thunder talismans flew towards the little white dragon, exploding all over his body.

Surrounded by thunder talismans, the little white dragon was instantly injured, and the white jade-like dragon was covered with bloodstains.

It had never learned to fight against enemies, but it was so angry that it swung its tail and twitched, suppressing the monk's movements for a while.However, it was inexperienced, and the monk quickly saw through it, and bound it firmly with the Huntian rope, tightening it continuously, and the rope tightly circled it, as if trying to get into its flesh.

it hurts!

Little Bailong didn't know why he was treated like this, he was so wronged, tears fell from his big eyes, and turned into snow-white pearls.

The monk picked up the pearl and laughed wildly: "Well, well, even tears are treasures, I might as well let you live for two more days."

Xiao Bailong turned his head, closed his eyes, and held back his tears.

The sparrows were terrified and fled in all directions, shouting, "Noodles are going to die! Noodles are going to die!"

"What are you talking about?" A handsome priest grabbed a sparrow and asked.

Although the sparrow's eyes were small, it could be seen that this person was dressed in similar clothes to that monk, and immediately screamed, "Accomplice! Accomplice!"

The little white dragon sensed that another monk was coming, and started to fight the previous one. When he opened his eyes, he just saw that the latter one buried the first one in the soil.

What are you doing in the ground?Can people grow it too?

The later one came over.

Xiao Bailong closed his eyes, he will never cry this time.

However, the later monks untied the Huntian rope on its body, healed its wounds, stroked its head, and said many words of comfort to it.What he said was extremely profound, and the little white dragon couldn't understand it, but after hearing these words, it felt inexplicably comfortable, so it must be comforting words.

His breath is clean, and his attitude is very gentle. When he caresses it, it seems to be surrounded by a gentle aura. Little White Dragon has never met such a person, not even birds and beasts. Birds and beasts that cannot speak, especially chirping sparrows, are very annoying.

It quickly became attached to this person, hooked him with its tail quietly, and didn't want him to leave.

But the dragon is not a little snake, its tail encircles half of the person, how can it be considered quiet, it is quite shy about its own behavior, and dare not look at him.

The man smiled softly and sat cross-legged!Accompanied by the little white dragon on the rocks of the mountain stream, the little white dragon put his head in his arms, and being caressed by him, he felt happier than the day when he transformed into a dragon.

It almost lost its shape. When I thought about it later, I really wanted to bury my head in the sand of the stream. It foolishly showed the man the lazy daily routine, opened its mouth to catch water, caught fish, and kicked stones with its tail. Well, the man didn't laugh at it, but just looked at it gently and accompanied it.

However, that person was going to leave after all.

"I'm leaving," he said.

After receiving more than 100 stones in a row, they just fell on the dragon's tail and slid into the mountain stream.

It swam up to him dully and rubbed its head against him, not knowing what to say.

He caressed it and said to him: "You and I are destined, and we will meet again."

It whispered and asked him: "Goodbye, I don't know where you are going, will you come to see me again?"

But his answer disappointed it, "I'm about to ascend to the realm of comprehension, and I can't visit you anymore."

It hangs its head, frustrated anxiously.

"I'll wait for you up there," he said softly, "if you'd like to come."

In this way, how could it not want to.

He smiled, and told it to let nature take its course and cultivate, there is no need to force it, and told it that if it wanted to find him when it got there, it should tell others to find Bu Qingyun.

He dipped his hand in the stream water, wrote the three characters on the stream stone for it to see, and at its request, engraved them on the stone.

Xiao Bailong understood that this was farewell.

It asked him to wait, turned around and swam into the Fenghe Cavern.

Not long after that, it swam out with a wind lotus in its mouth, swam to his side, raised its body, and gave the wind lotus to him.

He seemed a little surprised, and then took the wind lotus with a smile.

Then, he raised his hand and waved a palm at it!

Immediately afterwards, thunder roared in the valley again, far more violent than the thunder that Hualong had on that day, almost with a destructive aura, it all hit the figures in mid-air.

Little White Dragon's eyes widened in astonishment, when he realized that Zhang Feng just sent him to the shore, he was already in heavy thunder.

There were nine continuous thunderstorms, and then all of a sudden the thunder cleared the clouds, the sun was shining brightly, and the valley was filled with aura. The man looked down at it, and flew away without a trace.

Is this soaring?

For a long time it looked at the empty blue sky.

If you want to see him again, you must practice, soar to the world of comprehension, and find Bu Qingyun.

Then practice, little white dragon lying on his back in the mountain stream!

, made up his mind to the blue sky, it was going to find him.

Fast-forward 16 years, when the three characters "Bu Qingyun" on the creek stone had been blurred by the dragon's claws, thunder resounded through the valley again.

Bailong ascended to the world of comprehension, and saw him at the first sight.

He was really waiting for it.

Just like 16 years ago, Xiao Bailong came to his side and heard him say, "We meet again, Xiao Bailong."

This sentence alone seems to be a perfect thing.

But it didn't know at that time that he would name it for him, teach it how to practice swords, and accompany it for 30 years.

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Then one day, Bu Qingyun, who said he was going to work in the evil way, left a letter, instructing Bailong to rescue Daozong on a certain day of the month, saying that they would meet again when Daozong accepted disciples.

Just like that, Bu Qingyun ran away.

Originally, Bailong was so angry that he didn't want to pay attention to Bu Qingyun who was running around casually.

But when the agreed day came, he still took the sword that Bu Qingyun gave him, and according to what Bu Qingyun said, he covered up the pure aura of the dragon as the supreme spirit of heaven and earth, and pretended to be a righteous overhaul to save Daozong.

The strange thing is that Bailong found Bu Qingyun, who had completely turned into an evil cultivator, among the people who attacked Daozong. What's even more strange is that Bu Qingyun didn't seem to know Bailong at all.

But before Bailong caught him, the evil cultivators ran away, and Bailong gritted his teeth in anger.

A taciturn Zhengdao Daxiu has since been regarded as a guest of honor by Daozong.

Bailong didn't like Daozong, and Daozong was also wary of this unknown Daxiu, and arranged him on the most fringe peak of Daozong, in the name of not disturbing the Qingxiu of the masters, but in fact he let him guard the mountain for them for nothing.

Bai Long, who was not willing to talk to them at first, was in the middle of his arms, but he waited and waited. Daozong just didn't accept disciples. Ask someone, okay. It turns out that Daozong accepts disciples once every 100 years, and the next time he accepts disciples, it will take more than 90 years back.

Bailong was almost mad at Bu Qingyun.

In the letter, Bu Qingyun told it not to take form in Daozong territory, so when it misses him, it can't lie down in the mountain stream, but can only sit on the stream stone, and secretly call him a bastard; it is very worried When he was injured, he couldn't catch rocks with his tail to play. He could only lie on the ice bed on the peak and fall asleep looking at the sky.

On the side peak where Bailong lived, there was a female boa constrictor in the forest at the foot of the mountain. The female boa constrictor said that if a man ran away casually, his legs should be cut off with one tail.

Bai Long thought it made sense.

Although reluctant, scaring Bu Qingyun is also good.

As the sun and the moon passed, it finally came to the day when Daozong accepted disciples again.

Hmph, Bu Qingyun...