Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

"Poor monk, what do you mean?" the man in white asked suspiciously.

It's fine if you don't understand children, or old people in lonely villages, and don't understand what "poor monk" means.Although the white-clothed man has no complicated decorations, the material is no worse than the cloud silk for imperial offerings, and he looks handsome and smart.Even if it's a dude from the Hou family, it's not like he can't even understand the word "poor monk"?

The man who claimed to be Bu Qingyun did not feel that his question was strange at all, and replied naturally: "Monk, it means monk."

It turned out to be a monk.

Bai Long nodded in understanding, he knew the monk.Ask again: "Where are you going?"

Bu Qingyun still did not change his smile, but did not answer, and asked instead: "Why don't you tell me first, what is your name?"

Bai Long hesitated a bit.

He was born and raised, and he is the only supreme spirit. He never thought of having a name, which is something mortals do.All mortals called him a dragon, so he just followed them and didn't care.Ordinary people carve him on the beam or paint it on the wall, and the dragons he creates are all kinds of strange, beautiful and ugly, and he will do as they want.

Once before, he heard many people in the underground boast that so-and-so loves dragons like crazy. He was quite curious, so he flew to the house to see it. Sure enough, the whole house was piled up with all kinds of dragon paintings. Fa, holding a candle to draw a dragon under the moon, the white dragon lay on the pavilion and couldn't help complaining, "I don't look like this worm", but the host was so scared that he passed out immediately. Wen Shengguan got rich and spread the story more and more brilliantly, but Bailong was no longer interested.

If you tell this monk that you are a dragon, will you also scare him unconscious?

What if the monk doesn't believe it?

Bailong thought and thought, but couldn't figure it out, so he simply put aside these annoying thoughts and planned to try this interesting monk. He straightened his face and told Bu Qingyun seriously: "I am a dragon."

Bu Qingyun's reaction was as if Bai Long had just said "I am Zhang San", and he nodded calmly.

This made Bailong even more interesting.

Bu Qingyun's next question really surprised Bailong, he asked: "Bailong?"

Just now, Bu Qingyun thought the serious appearance of the man in white was very cute, so he took a closer look, because he was dressed in white, so he had this guess.

Bailong's eyes lit up, he leaned in front of Bu Qingyun, and asked in surprise, "How do you know that!"

"! Guess."

Bu Qingyun's answer was simple and clear, which made Bai Long feel very powerful even though he didn't understand it, and asked: "How did you guess?"

"The benefactor wears white clothes."

It turned out to be like this.Bailong nodded, without any doubt about what Bu Qingyun said.

Even though he didn't lie, Bu Qingyun couldn't help but feel that this little white dragon was a bit stupid, it should be that he seldom walks around in the world, and he was too willful and naive.

At this time, Bailong remembered the question he had asked Bu Qingyun before, but Bu Qingyun hadn't answered, and asked again: "Where are you going?"

Bu Qingyun looked at the sky and said: "The sun is approaching, and the poor monk wants to go back to his feet to rest."

"Oh."

Bai Long nodded again, "Then let's go."

let's go?

Bu Qingyun smiled, saluted Bailong lightly, turned around and continued walking.

Bai Long followed behind him generously.

After walking for a cup of tea, Bu Qingyun suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Bailong.

Bailong also looked at Bu Qingyun with a puzzled expression of "Why didn't you leave?"

"Why did the benefactor follow me?"

"Can't you follow?"

"The road is facing the sky, and the poor monk has no reason not to allow the almsgiver to go on the same road."

"Let's go then."

One was not annoyed, the other was generous. After such a question and answer, Bu Qingyun really turned around and continued to walk forward.

Walking out of the town, there are mostly green wheat fields outside the town. Not long after, Bu Qingyun stopped in front of a half-collapsed house.

This small house is not even built of mud tiles, but the simplest and most dilapidated earthen house, without even a door. It has obviously collapsed for some years, and no one has cleaned up the collapsed half.There is a wild mulberry tree outside the house that has not been pruned. It has grown to the corner of the house, and half of the crown is in the house.

Bu Qingyun walked into the earthen house naturally.

"Where is this?" Bai Long followed him in, looking at the cobwebs and holes on the roof with disgust.

Bu Qingyun replied: "It was originally a land temple built by the villagers. It fell into disrepair for a long time. The poor monk lingered for several days and settled here without authorization."

After hearing his answer, Bailong looked left and right, and sure enough, in the mud pile, he saw an unrecognizable statue and an incense stand that had been worm-eaten into broken wood.

"I remember seeing the temple!" Bailong gestured to Bu Qingyun and said, "It's only so small, just move two stones and add a cover. Why is this so big? No one came to worship ?"

While sorting the straw, Bu Qingyun replied: "The better the people in the world live, the better the Earth Temple is. There are fewer and fewer things that are obtained from the land, and no one comes to worship the Earth Temple."

After finishing speaking, Bu Qingyun pointed to the two unremarkable porcelain bowls by the wall and said: "There are still people who worship, but those who live in the fields can't get enough to eat, so what do they use to worship God?"

Bailong doesn't quite understand the twists and turns of the world, and doesn't understand why mortals occupy more and more land and cultivate more and more fields, but Bu Qingyun says that the things obtained from the land are getting less and less.

He had already quietly cast several layers of isolation spells on himself, so he was not afraid of the flying dust flying around. Although he was very disgusted, he still stood and watched Bu Qingyun busy, and by the way, he slowly thought about what Bu Qingyun said, and he was not in a hurry to understand.

Until he watched Bu Qingyun want to sit on the pile of straw——

"what are you doing!"

Bu Qingyun was taken aback by Bailong's sudden anger, and asked blankly: "The poor monk... what are you doing?"

"There are bugs!" Bailong pointed to an ant that crawled out leisurely from under the straw, and pointed to the straw itself, "It's still dust!"

This pile of dry straw should be left after the millet was threshed last autumn.Dried straw is not very useful. Farmers will spread it in the field to burn ashes or spread it in the pigsty. A few will keep some as fire starter. Throw it on the edge of the field.

There are bugs and dust, that's perfectly normal.

Bu Qingyun slowly explained the origin of the dry straw to Bailong. He thought he had explained clearly and in detail, but when he was about to sit down, Bailong grabbed his clothes and said, "Don't sit down!"

"Benefactor", Bu Qingyun was not angry, he was still reasoning with Bailong, "The poor monk has been walking for a day, and he really needs to rest."

Bailong retorted: "I didn't let you rest."

Of course Bai Long knew that this man needed to rest. This man had injuries on his hands, which Bai Long had personally witnessed. Just now, when Bai Long grabbed his clothes, he caught a glimpse of injuries on this man's ankles.

How can you sit with bugs if you are injured!Maybe Bu Qingyun doesn't understand, but Bailong has seen a wounded tiger being eaten by ants!

Saying that, a short-footed ice platform suddenly appeared in the ruined temple, look at the ruler!

, or an ice bed is more appropriate.

Bailong pushed Bu Qingyun to the side of the bed and said with satisfaction: "Now I can sit."

Bu Qingyun smiled, sat down on the ice bed in a good manner, and healed himself.

"You know magic spells." Bai Long frowned, "Then why did you sit on the dirty straw just now?"

"If you know magic, do you have to use magic in everything?" Bu Qingyun asked back.

Bai Long, who was born with spells, didn't think this was a problem at all, and said strangely: "It's so convenient to use spells, but mortals just don't know spells, so they die so easily."

When he talked about mortals, it was the same as talking about ants and tigers, there was no difference.

Bu Qingyun smiled and shook his head: "So I try not to use spells. I am human."

Bai Long was even more puzzled, and asked: "But you obviously know how to do it, why don't you use it?"

Bu Qingyun replied: "Because I know it, I shouldn't use it for everything."

Come back around.

And it doesn't make sense at all.

It was the first time for Bailong to feel this indescribable feeling of suffocation. He subconsciously realized that no matter what he said, he might be blocked by Bu Qingyun, even though at this time he didn't know Bu Qingyun's usual speech skills, and even at this time Bu Qingyun Qingyun didn't even realize that he was being funny.

But Master Bailong is still smart and sensitive enough, and he will not cover himself like ordinary people.

"I'm angry." Bailong told Bu Qingyun solemnly.

so cute.Bu Qingyun almost laughed, but held back.

But this did not escape Lord Bailong's eyes. The completely angry Bailong turned into a dragon body, hovered in mid-air, and bared his teeth at Bu Qingyun.

At any rate, it still remembered how dilapidated the ruined temple was in its anger, and the dragon's body shrunk greatly, a few times smaller than the wild python that built the bridge for Bu Qingyun.

As expected of the supreme spirit of heaven and earth, the body of the dragon is more radiant and beautiful than the most transparent white jade in the world. A pair of longan eyes are like lacquer spots, with their own spiritual light, and clouds grow under the claws.

Bu Qingyun stretched out his hand, and his fingers lightly touched the little dragon's claw carved out of jade.

"gorgeous."

He sincerely praised Bailong.

The little white dragon slowly landed on Bu Qingyun's arm, his eyes blinked, his head tilted, and he was fascinated by Bu Qingyun.

This person is really...

Really...

it's wired.