Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

The sudden grievance came and went quickly. At first, Bailong thought it was nothing, but was caught by Bu Qingyun as a joke. Bailong immediately stared at Bu Qingyun, and said angrily: "You are crying Nose."

Bailong's eyes were like a dark night just after it rained. When he bumped into Bu Qingyun's eyes, not only did not show any sarcasm, but was gentle like the sea, he was completely caught off guard. Bailong felt as if he fell into the sea instantly from the clouds. I can't tell what kind of mood it is, in short, my heart is beating like a drum, and I forget to breathe.

"It was my mistake," the monk lied, "Don't be angry."

Bailong came back to his senses, he actually couldn't tell whether Bu Qingyun was wrong or not, it was Wu Boli who made him angry, and Bu Qingyun just stopped him from being exposed to others, logically speaking, Bu Qingyun That's right, but when Bu Qingyun apologized like this, Bailong felt much more comfortable, as if he smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes.

"Where did you go wrong?" Bailong asked intentionally.

But Bu Qingyun stood up again, he turned to the mountain path, and talked about something irrelevant to Bailong's question: "Let's go to the mountains, there are few people."

Bai Long was overjoyed, but said coldly: "Where's your disciple?"

"He walked on the main road," Bu Qingyun explained, "We will meet tomorrow."

Fine.

Bai Long reluctantly snorted.

The waters in the southwest are developed and the branches are complicated, especially in the mountainous areas. People rely on mountains to eat mountains and water to drink water. Most villages are built near mountains and rivers. Therefore, after walking for half a day in the deep mountains, they walked away from the small town and approached a village.

It is said to be a village, but it is actually a small cottage where the Feng people live together. People in blue-dyed cloth can be seen working from a distance. Nearby, some children with shiny silver ornaments on their necks are playing in the river, and a few are throwing stones. Flying in the water, a few played "grabbing bones" with small stones on the shore.

Bailong was fascinated by watching, and forbade Bu Qingyun to leave, "How does this work?"

The people of the Feng Clan are tough, they don't like to deal with outsiders, and they love their children very much. If someone finds that the two big men are staring at the little baby, it will inevitably lead to a dispute, so Bu Qingyun didn't stop and promised : "I will. Let's go forward and I will teach you."

They walked along the river, and along the way, Bu Qingyun told Bailong about the family rules and customs of the Wind Clan.

In ancient times, the Feng Clan was a nation that migrated with the wind and wandered around, so they used "Feng" as the name of the clan. Their totem was a dragon that walked against the wind. In the legend of the Wind Clan, one of their ancestors, Because he loves to wander between heaven and earth with the wind, he unknowingly traveled all over the continent, and finally turned into a dragon in a beautiful lake. This dragon god will always bless Suifeng!The children and grandchildren of vagrants.

Therefore, every member of the Wind Clan chose to stay in a place with a beautiful lake, formed a cottage, and stopped wandering.

Every October, they hold a grand harvest festival. Regardless of men, women, or children, they all get up in the morning to bathe in the lake, play games during the day, and light a high fire by the lake at night. The fruit of the dragon god will be sacrificed to the ancestors.

Although it is another story that pretends to be himself, the legend of the ancestors of the Wind Clan is indeed somewhat fascinating. Bai Long doesn't care, but is just curious: "You said that the people living in the village just now were the people of the Wind Clan, but we only Where are the beautiful lakes that let them stay here after seeing the small rivers and brooks where the great rivers diverge?"

Bu Qingyun smiled without saying a word, and led Bailong to the end of the mountain road in front of him, turned around the mountain depression, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

"At this."

Bailong straightened his body and stared at the beautiful scenery in front of him without blinking.

Surrounded by three green hills, a wide lake is formed by the confluent rivers. The lake is shimmering, reflecting the green mountains. There are green reeds beside the lake, and water birds swim leisurely by the bank.

After several days without water, Bailong couldn't hold back anymore, abandoned Bu Qingyun, soared into the sky, flew towards the lake, and plunged into the lake.

Bu Qingyun followed unhurriedly and sat on the old tree that fell by the lake, watching the white dragon play in the water.

The white dragon lengthened itself a bit, about the thickness of a pillar, just like the size of a mortal dragon dancing in celebration, playing wantonly in the lake.

No matter how inferior the jade is, it will always look much more beautiful after being soaked in water, let alone the body of the dragon, which is more beautiful than jade. The white dragon hovers and dances, causing ripples and waves. There is such a clean and beautiful creature in the world, he is amazing enough, now in the rare beauty in the world, even Bu Qingyun can't say enough to praise him.

Bailong disturbed the lake and finally had fun, so he flew over slowly. He had a bad idea halfway, took advantage of Bu Qingyun's unpreparedness, wrapped his tail tightly around Bu Qingyun's waist, flew to the center of the lake, and Bu Qingyun let go of his tail after falling into the lake together.

Bu Qingyun's clothes were completely wet, and he moved back to the shore of the lake with magic, so helpless.

Bailong also flew back to the shore, flying low around Bu Qingyun, and asked dissatisfiedly: "Why do you come up, don't you play with me?"

"I'm not good at swimming in water," Bu Qingyun cut a branch and hung it between two trees, explaining while taking off his outer shirt, "I fell into the water accidentally when I was young, and I don't like to be close to the water since then."

Bai Long regretted, "I don't know."

Listen to Bailong's words!Blaming himself, Bu Qingyun hung his outer shirt on the branch, and said with relief: "Actually, I still know how to be water-based, and there is also spiritual protection, but I just don't like it."

He turned around, holding those pearls in his hands: "These, what should I do?"

Bai Long tilted his head to look at him, blinked, as if he had made up his mind.

In the next moment, it was no longer the white dragon, but the man in white.

He held Bu Qingyun's hand holding the pearl, lowered his eyes, and whispered earnestly: "Look."

Originally, I didn't intend to tell Bu Qingyun.

It wasn't a big deal at all.

Lou Jia's other hand covered the snow-white pearls in Bu Qingyun's palm, he selected one of them with his index finger, and used his spiritual power to roll Xiaoxiao around, and stopped, the other pearls seemed to be drawn, and they all went to that one. The pearls rolled away, and when the beads collided, they melted into the pearl. As the number of fused beads increased, the pearl gradually changed from snow white to translucent white.

In the end, there was only one white and translucent bead left in Bu Qingyun's palm, which was exactly the same as the bead on the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist.

That string of Buddhist beads turned out to be obtained in this way.

Lou Jia didn't hear what Bu Qingyun was feeling, he felt his face was hot, he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Bu Qingyun, he lowered his eyes but didn't look up, his index finger trembled slightly, pushing the bead in Bu Qingyun's palm, along the steps With the palm of Qingyun facing up, he pushed it all the way to Bu Qingyun's wrist. He stopped beside the string of Buddhist beads, and with a light touch, the beads were mixed into the string of Buddhist beads.

This string of Buddha beads used to have eighteen beads, but now there are nineteen.

"I have cried so many times", Bu Qingyun actually said that.

Lou Jia stared, and finally turned his gaze to Bu Qingyun's face, but saw Bu Qingyun's eyes were waiting for him, looking at each other, Lou Jia turned his head again, and said angrily: "My lord has not cried many times, Xiao Xiaobu Qingyun talks nonsense."

Bu Qingyun followed suit and said: "I guessed randomly. But if Lord Bailong didn't cry, where did these beads come from?"

"Yawning", Lou Jia's toddler Qingyun looked for a reason seriously, "I'm often sleepy."

Bu Qingyun pretended to believe it, nodded and said, "I see."

Lou Jia followed him and nodded, "Exactly."

The outer shirt was drying, but Bu Qingyun's inner shirt and trousers were dripping, Lou Jia couldn't stand it anymore, and said angrily: "There is no one here, either you hang it all up, or you use spiritual power to dry the clothes , it’s so wet, why don’t you seek sickness if you’re not sick?”

With Bu Qingyun's cultivation level, even if he is thrown into the lake for a few days and nights, he will not get sick, and he doesn't need spiritual power. Naturally, as a monk, he should practice hard!reason.

But Lou Jia said this out of concern, he cried again before, Bu Qingyun didn't want to make him unhappy again, so he folded in the middle, dried half of his body with spiritual power, took off his inner shirt, and hung it together with the outer shirt.

Once you take it off, you get rid of the problem.

Lou Jia stared at Bu Qingyun's bare back, his eyes widened.

He was surprised, not because Bu Qingyun was too thin after a full meal and hungry, on the contrary, Bu Qingyun looked thin and tall, especially in the patched coat, which looked a little laid-back, but in fact Without clothes, this man is worthy of being a free laborer everywhere, with well-proportioned texture, not like a weak monk at all, but like a character like a general and knight in a story.

Ke Bu Qingyun's back, waist and abdomen were covered with a large bruise, which looked very frightening.

This is a symptom of mortal injuries, and Lou Jia knew it.

"what happened to you?"

Lou Jia was in a hurry, he only dared to hold Bu Qingyun's elbow, not daring to touch his wound.

Bu Qingyun was taken aback for a moment, and actually used his spiritual power to eliminate the bruise.

"It's nothing," Bu Qingyun said uncomfortably, "Maybe he helped cut firewood that day and hit a tree."

This is even more wrong.

Although Bu Qingyun often said some specious things, but after all, he didn't often lie. Lou Jia just didn't know much about people in the market, but he was still smart after all. Bu Qingyun lied and used his spiritual power abnormally easily, no matter how he thought about it, he felt something was wrong... …

But why?

Why hide the injury?

Lou Jia stared blankly at him, "Are you going to die?"

Then Lou Jia suddenly became anxious and said in a panic: "You are not allowed to go any further, I will lock you up, I will not allow you to die..."

These words are all out of Bailong's instinct. If another person listens to it, he may feel very scary, but Bu Qingyun smiled. He has never felt how terrible and holy Bailong is. He saw Bailong when he first met him. Dragon has a childlike heart, so he treats his words and deeds as cute as a harmless little animal. To Bu Qingyun, these words are like a squirrel holding a pine cone and trying to drag it back to the hole, and it is not afraid at all.

"I'm fine." Bu Qingyun comforted him with a smile, and showed him all the unsealed spiritual power. A strong white light shone around him, brighter than the sun, but it was not dazzling at all, "Look, I With so much spiritual power, how could he die so easily?"

Lou Jia felt relieved.

But even more puzzled.

What is that to cover up...

"It's me", Lou Jia looked at Bu Qingyun incredulously, "It's me... right?"