Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

"Oh?"

Bu Qingyun lifted the hem of his clothes, sat on the cloud facing Bailong, asked a question in a leisurely manner, as if he didn't know what Bailong was referring to.

Acting stupid.

Just as Bai Long was about to get angry, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Bu Qingyun carefully.The person being stared at is still looking relaxed, his eyes seem to be closed, and his thoughts are deep, as if he is not in the nine clouds, but still in the ruined temple.

Bailong noticed that the aura around Bu Qingyun was clearer than before.

Everything in the world has aura.The so-called all things are not only heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, but also mermaids, birds and beasts.

But unless one knows the method of exhaling the old and absorbing the new, one can absorb and cultivate the aura into spiritual power, otherwise, the longer one lives in the world, the aura will inevitably be eroded, and it will become more and more muddy and thinner.Spiritual energy has the ability to protect, if the spiritual energy dissipates completely, or if the spiritual energy in the whole body is not enough to survive the catastrophe, then the time of death is not far away.

For a person with spiritual power, the spiritual energy around him is naturally clearer than others.

Previously, Bailong had deduced from Bu Qingyun's aura that he must possess powerful spiritual power, powerful enough to heal his injuries instantly, even though Bu Qingyun chose not to use it.

Today, Bu Qingyun has not yet revealed his spiritual power, but the spiritual energy all over his body is so clean and pure that it actually gives the white dragon a sense of majesty like a vast ocean.

Bu Qingyun in the bamboo grove did not have this change yesterday, but the only variable today is Wu Boli.

Why did Wu Boli come here?

Bai Long frowned, temporarily put aside the discussion about cheating or not, and asked instead: "What is your resolution? Are you going to leave with Wu Bo? What are you going to do?"

Hearing this, Bu Qingyun was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes and looked at the opposite Bailong, showing some appreciation.He is convinced that Bailong does not have the ability to read minds, nor does he have the experience of living in the world, so he can guess that he has made up his mind, he is really clever.

You're so smart, the question you asked hit the nail on the head, so it's not easy to answer.

The dragon is supposed to be omnipotent, but according to what Bu Qingyun saw with his own eyes and what Bailong said yesterday, this little white dragon really doesn't care about the world and spends most of his time playing with himself!Spirit outside.It is obviously supernatural, but its life is boring, it is unrestrained, it will keep doing what it likes, and only when it gets tired of it will it slightly change the mind, and from raising the mind to really changing a daily routine , maybe another tens of hundreds of years.

Thinking about it this way, I don't know whether it should be said that it is too indulgent or too indifferent to pleasure.

This little white dragon is too lazy to eat raw fish even today.

Therefore, Bu Qingyun speculated that after a few days, he would embark on a long journey to the west, and Bailong was used to activities in the Central Plains, so it was unlikely that he would continue to follow him, a curious mortal.

In other words, parting is imminent.

It is already a great adventure for mortals to get acquainted with dragons, even if it is only for a few days.

What's more, this white dragon is very cute.

What's more, Bu Qingyun hasn't been able to have a good conversation with anyone for a long time. In the future, it's hard to say that he will have such an opportunity again.

Bailong couldn't answer the questions twice successively. Bu Qingyun chose the lesser of two evils, and answered honestly, "I will go west with Wu Boli to Tianzhu to meet his master", then turned his head and said Pulling away, talking about his past without knowing the truth.

"I was originally from the Central Plains."

Just as Bai Long wanted to ask more questions, he heard Bu Qingyun say such a sentence. He was curious but unwilling, and counterattacked: "Didn't you say that you don't remember? Isn't that a lie to me?"

"It's my fault", Bu Qingyun rubbed his nose, and readily admitted his mistake, which made Master Bailong very unhappy, and let him change the subject without paying attention, and continued, "At that time, I was born in Zhongding's family. My father and brother, I have sisters and brothers, so I can't say that I shoulder a heavy burden, and my family doesn't care much about me, so I let me study medicine and practice medicine."

Hearing that Bu Qingyun wanted to tell a story, Bailong gradually lost his position, and attracted another cloud to hug him, and commented: "I can't see that you have been a doctor before."

Bu Qingyun smiled lightly, and continued: "The family has wealth, and my father and brother also value the reputation of the people, so I have many opportunities to treat diseases and practice medicine, from high-ranking officials to the common people. There are often epidemics after floods and natural disasters, and I also used medicine to relieve disasters in the name of my elder brother."

"Why do you want to bear the name of your big brother?" Hearing that someone dared to snatch Bu Qing who was raised by him!Bai Long was immediately dissatisfied with Yun's contribution.

Bu Qingyun was amused by Bailong's loyal expression, and almost blurted out his tongue without paying attention: "He is Chu, uh, the eldest son."

There are always mortals offering sacrifices, succeeding to the throne, and rebelling in the name of "dragon". Bailong is not very familiar with mortals' methods, but he is definitely not unfamiliar with them. He is very sure what Bu Qingyun wanted to say just now which word.

Bailong stared at Bu Qingyun, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a look of pride that he had caught a horse's foot, "You want to say 'Chujun'!"

Bu Qingyun was a little embarrassed and pretended not to hear: "Later, my father died. The second brother killed the eldest brother, and I was also given poisoned wine."

"Don't drink."

"...I drank it."

Bai Long's face was full of displeasure.

Bu Qingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and added: "But I didn't die."

Bailong's face turned from cloudy to sunny.

"I guess it's because the poisoned wine was sent all the way from the capital to the frontier. The journey is long and the frontier is scorching hot, so the toxicity is reduced. Or maybe someone dropped the bag, but didn't send a message to teach me to pretend to be dead." Bu Qingyun carefully consulted the poisoned wine There was no reason for poisoning myself, so I briefly skipped the ending, "In the end I was considered to be possessed by evil spirits, and I was sentenced to be crushed and died."

Suddenly it was cloudy again, Bailong stretched out his hand and grabbed Bu Qingyun's sleeve, not allowing him not to answer, and asked: "What do you mean by crushing torture!"

"It's a death penalty," Bu Qingyun summed it up lightly.

Bai Long gritted his teeth.

While he was grinding his teeth, Bu Qingyun hurriedly continued: "I was tortured and died. I never expected that one day I would be able to open my eyes. My limbs are intact. I am wearing the clothes I had before I died. I am standing outside the border gate. I asked the old man Lu, Only then did I realize that it was the seventh day after my death. I stood outside Bianguan and thought for a long time. I couldn’t figure it out. Maybe the sky would not let me die. So I chose a random direction and walked forward, leaving the Central Plains. I kept my name incognito on the road, and only when I arrived in Tianzhu did I know that I chose the west side."

Bai Long recalled Wu Boli's words just now, and asked, "Hidden name. 'Qiaosong'?"

Bu Qingyun nodded slightly.

"Why the pseudonym 'Qiao Song'?" Bai Long wanted to understand everything.

Bu Qingyun said with a smile: "I'm traveling alone, so I won't speak!

I had no choice but to learn foreign languages ​​while walking, and one day I met a man who could speak simple Mandarin, and he asked me what my name was.I was unprepared, and I couldn't show my feet. I saw the white clouds in the sky like a dragon swaying its tail. I remembered the sentence in "The Book of Songs" that "there are bridges and pines in the mountains, and there are dragons in Xi", so I decided on a pseudonym. "

Hearing that Bu Qingyun got his alias because he saw Baiyun who looked like a dragon, Bailong couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction.

"The more I went west, the costumes of the ethnic groups were very different from those in the Central Plains. Some people always treated me like a monk because of my actions. From then on, I started to get in touch with Buddhism, and I got a little enlightenment, even though there were many things I didn't agree with. , but for the convenience of walking, I still wear monk's clothes."

"Unknowingly, the more I think about it, the more I become a monk."

After the words fell, Bu Qingyun became silent, as if he had finished the story.

Bailong was caught off guard by the speed at which the story ended, and he was stunned: "Is that the end? And what about you seducing the prince? Where's Wu Boli?"

Bu Qingyun followed the good advice, and said briefly: "The crown prince wanted to become a monk, but everyone refused to let him. He sneaked out to meet me, and suddenly he became a monk in my name. Tianzhu people don't pay attention to their body, hair and skin. The little worker who cuts the prince's hair is kind-hearted, because the prince is crying because he is sad to become a monk, I see him pitiful, he is also quite clever and eager to learn in the questions and answers, I wanted to accept him as a disciple, but I didn't expect the prince to take the lead."

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As he spoke, Bu Qingyun had an embarrassing look on his face.

"This prince", Bai Long narrowed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes were closed, his eyes were full of light, and he was really powerful, "It doesn't sound like a thing."

Bu Qingyun was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help laughing out loud.

His left hand was resting on his folded left knee, his right hand was hanging by his side, covered by clouds, and his right leg was also covered by clouds. A monk, but a kind of casual handsome.

Bailong stuffed Yun Duo in his arms behind his back, folded his arms and leaned on him, his lazy eyes were fixed on Bu Qingyun, and suddenly he didn't want to ask any more questions.

Always know anyway.

"Bu Qingyun", Bailong kicked Bu Qingyun's right leg with his left leg, as if suddenly sleepy, rubbed his head against the cloud, and then looked at the person opposite, "Give me a name." .”