Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

Heaven and earth have spirits.

Everlasting, tens of thousands of years of spiritual energy accumulated, turned into a form, can go up to the sky and enter the earth, call the wind and rain, supernatural powers are omnipotent, seen by mortals, strong name dragon, handed down to future generations.

There are different opinions about the legends of the later generations. The imaginary things of the ancestors, such as the carp jumping over the dragon's gate, are all fabricated nonsense. There has always been only one dragon in the world, a white dragon raised by nature.

It stands to reason that Bailong's life should be very easy. He is the most spiritual being, and he was born with supernatural powers. The aura in the world automatically nourishes him, and he doesn't even need to practice. There is nothing in the world that is his opponent, and he can do whatever he wants , act arbitrarily.

The fact is roughly the same. Bailong lived a leisurely life, flying to the sky when the sun was good, lying in the clouds to bask in the sun, and diving into the sea when the sun was out, catching fish by drifting with the waves.

It seems a little monotonous to say so, but in fact, when he first transformed, he often changed his size, size, length, and shortening to amuse himself, but after a long time, he got tired of it, so he might as well bask in the sun and sleep.

When lying on the clouds basking in the sun, Bailong occasionally glanced at the world, but those things called "people" on the ground were born, aged, sick and died one after another. The stubble is not bad, very boring.

That day, Bailong was lying on the cloud, turning his stomach boredly.

He has been transformed for many, many years, living a monotonous life day after day. He gradually got tired of eating fish, but most of the things on the ground have fur, and they run around covered in dust. He is not very willing to taste it. Still have to catch fish to eat.This day, he made up his mind to choose something from the ground to eat. He looked to the ground with his big longan, and saw a person by the side of a mountain stream.

An interesting person.

The man was wearing strange clothes, not the clothes that people usually cut from a whole piece of cloth, but patchwork and sewn out of rags. The rags were of different sizes and colors, and looked quite shabby, but luckily the man Neat and clean, tall and thin, with black hair and gray cloth!The strips are tied into an ordinary man's bun, which doesn't look sloppy.

It was sunset at this time, and the creek reflected the afterglow of the setting sun. He leaned on a slender branch in his right hand, as if he had walked a long way, wrapped a few times of cloth strips around his hands, and a small cloth bag was attached to the cloth strips.

Bailong recognizes such things. People use cloth bags to store things, poor people store rice, and rich people store money.

On the man's left shoulder, a scarlet owl was parked.

Bailong also recognizes the owl bird, he doesn't like it very much, this kind of bird usually comes out to look for food in the middle of the night, once Bailong lay on the sea basking in the moon and fell asleep, and drifted to the shallow bay with the waves, but was caught by a black owl Peck on the head, ruined a good sleep.

The man on the ground untied the cloth bag, and inside was a pitiful handful of rice. He grabbed half of it, held it in his palm, and let the red owl eat it.Chi Xiao was probably very hungry. Not only did he eat fast, but he also pecked the man's palm several times.The man didn't move, as if he didn't feel any pain.

After a while, the half handful of rice was eaten up by Chi Xiao.

The man moved his shoulders, which meant to let Chi Xiao fly away.However, Chi Xiao firmly grasped his shoulders, his bird eyes were sharp like sharp swords, staring at Bu Dai.

Up to here, no matter whether the person drives the birds away or compromises to feed the rice, he is just an ordinary good person, and he will not be interesting to Bailong.

The man on the ground neither chased the birds, nor grabbed the rice, but opened the bag, and when the red owl let out a loud cry and flew into the bag to eat rice, he tied the bag with both hands, regardless of the desperate effort of the red owl inside the bag. Struggling, carrying a cloth bag and leaning on a branch, he continued to walk forward.

Bai Long understood——

That man catches birds.

So Bailong continued to look at him, wanting to see how he ate.

In the past, Bai Long never used his brain on eating, he just watched casually and knew that people eat many kinds of food, but he never carefully watched how people cook.

The man on the ground continued to walk on the mountain road. Strangely, he opened the bag after walking for a while.

!Two or three times before, Chi Xiao immediately wanted to peck him to get revenge, but every time before he pecked, he was stuffed back into the cloth bag by that person.Then Chi Xiao learned how to be good, and obediently did not move, but the man tied up the cloth bag again.After doing this two or three times, Chi Xiao started to struggle frantically again, but the man was unmoved at all.

Does it taste better this way?Bai Long was confused.

The stream turned and went, the mountain road gradually became flat, and a small town was ahead, but there was a swamp between the mountain road and the village road, and the bamboo bridge on the swamp was half collapsed.

The man stopped for a while, and there were actually two wild pythons swimming from far away from the swamp, with their tails biting each other, and a vertical bar stretched across the swamp.

He saluted and thanked him, stepped on the body of the python, walked through the swamp, and the wild python swam by itself, as if it was the most natural thing.

Bailong slowly shook his tail, seeing that the person opened the bag again, this time, Chi Xiao didn't move at first, waited for a while, and then flew out of the bag when he saw that the person didn't move, but he didn't fly away, but stopped carefully On the man's forearm, there was a humming sound in his mouth, and tears fell towards the wound in the man's palm.

The man raised his forearm, sent the red owl flying into the air, and waved it away.

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Bailong watched him walk into the town, thought for a while, rolled from the cloud, disappeared, and flew to the ground.

"what's your name?"

The man was walking unhurriedly in the town. At this time, the sun was about to set and the road was empty. Suddenly, a question came from behind. The voice was like a clear stream, which was really pleasant to hear.

He paused, turned around, and in front of him was a man in white who seemed to be glowing.

It's just that the question is not very polite.

His left hand is the only inn in the town, and the cloth banner with the four characters of "Yunlai Inn" is swaying in the breeze. The word "green tea" is written on the cloth banner. I don't know if it is the name of the tea, or some taboo of the owner of the teahouse.

So he gave a shallow salute and replied: "Poor monk, step up to the sky."