New White Snake Asking Immortals

The peach blossoms are scorching their flowers, and the spring breeze blows their white clothes.

Sitting in the place where many young disciples practice, the immortal island on the top of the peak is surrounded by clouds and mist, and the cranes are flying, and the ancient peach trees with vicissitudes of life are sloping.

Under the tree, Bai Yujun was holding a brush to paint slowly and intently.

Young disciples aged six to seventeen to twelve or thirteen were earnestly learning to paint. The eyes of those who didn't quite understand were full of circles, and the faces of those who had realized the beauty were all different.

The disciples of Chunyang Palace have to learn piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, five elements, gossip, astronomy, geography, medicine, alchemy, etc. They always choose one subject to study and master, and they need to understand a little bit of other knowledge.

A simple life always needs to be adjusted. It is good to be a gentleman.

In the past few days, Bai Yujun has taught young disciples to learn to paint. In addition to the younger students listening to the class, there are also disciples who like Danqing. They are either delighted with the harvest or frowning and thinking about the unknown. On the wooden table, a pair of classic paintings are carved by natural roots under the tree. present before the eyes.

In terms of painting, any piece of Bai Bai's work can make the world go crazy.

He swiped lightly, closed the pen, and nodded with satisfaction.

Today's performance is better than expected. The peach tree's rainbow roots are rooted in the blue rock, the flowers are in full bloom, and the flowers are scattered, with the beauty and sadness of endless petals falling.

The hair swayed lightly to cover the dragon's horns.

The breeze blew the drawing paper, waving his hand, the wind was calm.

The young disciples were stunned, and they were very envious of their ability to stop the wind with a wave of their hands.

"Wow~ Patriarch can control the wind~"

Bai Yujun's lifespan and seniority are enough to be the ancestors of these little brats. Except for a certain Bai, the only person of the same generation is Chu Zhe, who is about to cross the calamity. Zixu Peak's master Ye Ye has to call Bai Yujun when he sees Bai Yujun. Uncle, it is estimated that after the sect master crosses the calamity, the oldest person in the Chunyang Palace is a certain delicious and lazy white Jiao.

Xiaozui smiled, revealing two white fangs, and began to tease the child.

He stretched out his hand, and five slaps and big cotton **** flew around his body like auspicious clouds. It was very fun, and immediately made these children's eyes widen and drool with envy.

"Thunderbolt~"

The five small auspicious clouds suddenly turned grey and dark, and the arcs flashed and thundered faintly.

This time, even those older disciples who learned to draw were surprised. Since they can simulate lightning, if they guessed correctly, they should also be able to simulate rainy weather. Sure enough...

"Rain~"

Little clouds are pattering and the rain is rustling.

It's not a blindfold illusion that children occasionally use to play with, it's a really exquisite and extremely mysterious spell. It may be possible for many monks to make a few small clouds, but if there is only one white one to simulate thunder and lightning drizzle, this It's a talent, and you can't learn it with hard work and hard work.

"Work hard to achieve enlightenment, and you will become very powerful in the future~"

"Let's start practicing painting now. Each person will draw a pair of spring peach trees. I want to check before the sun goes down. If you haven't finished your homework, you can only eat steamed buns and no vegetables tonight. Don't try to fool yourself. Let's start."

The top of the mountain was full of complaints, crying and grabbing the ground, Bai Yujun floated up on the peach tree trunk and reclined, smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms.

There are not many ancient trees in Shenhua Mountain, and the peach tree on Siwang Peak is more famous. In addition, the vigorous cedar on the top of Lunjian Peak is known in the world. No one dares to climb up the two trees. Only a certain Baijiao has the freedom to climb trees.

Bai Yujun is a snake or a scorpion. It is only natural that he likes to climb trees. To sum it up in one sentence, it is not that people do not have to follow certain rules.

Lying reclining on the tree, the fine white scales and the long tail of the dragon swayed occasionally~

The sturdy peach tree grows obliquely like a horned dragon, the purple air is dawning, and the moon is cold.

The pink petals gently fall on the nose, and the conditioned reflex sticks out the tongue and rolls it into the mouth...

Hahahaha~

The taste is still good, I don't know if it can be supplemented with vitamins.

"It will be boring if you live too long..."

Stepping up to the peak of Jiaosheng, from a young age, I watched the temple snake spirit grow into the world's largest immortal sect patriarch. Most people may think that it is a peerless cultivation technique and a super magic weapon. They are all wrong, and they are very wrong.

The most important thing is to live. Only by living can we hope to reach the top.

Even if you are not as crazy as the peak, everything is possible when you are alive. Maybe it is embarrassing to be in the mud and lie on the grass, but you can survive.

In fact, the world Bai Yujun sees is different from others.

The peach blossoms are blooming and full of fruits, the leaves fall back to their roots in autumn, and the branches are covered with snow in winter.

As if taking a nap, flowers bloom and fall from summer to autumn to winter and snow falls. The young disciples sitting on Wangfeng’s peak learning Taoism are like flowers, blooming, falling, growing and aging in a hurry, new people come every year, and their unstoppable footsteps flicker. And over...

Yawning, stretching, maybe squinting for a while, the world is a hundred years old, and time flows.

"So sleepy~ Take a nap~"

Since then, a certain white has started a sleep life like some demon emperors in the 100,000-strong mountain. He was confused and saw that the rain outside the window turned into snow, the snow turned into rain, and the window was full of frost and then turned into raindrops. When he saw Chu Zhe in his sleep, he had to settle the sect affairs and had to survive the calamity.

After simply saying a few words to take care, a certain white shoulders the burden of taking care of the entire Chunyang Palace.

Looking up at Sect Master Du Jie successfully leaving along the beam of light, he really became the ancestor of the sect, and at the same time, he also felt a lot of strangeness to Chunyang Palace.

Familiar people are either dead or gone, and there are fewer and fewer opportunities to speak.

Once again, Chunyang Palace held a disciple competition. Just like the Snake Spirit, it was divided into Qi-refining period, foundation-building period and Jindan period. Young and energetic young men and women show their magical powers. As the ancestor, Bai Yu Jun can only sit at the highest place to be respected, and feel uncomfortable...

Leaving behind a scale clone, he simply returned to the Southern Wilderness, got into the deep pool of the Tiankeng and fell asleep again, hoping to spend endless years with sleep.

Hundreds of years later, more than fourteen hundred years old.

One day, everyone in the Longmen Desert saw a towering giant tree covering the sky and blinding the sun...

Mu finally got out of the restriction of the secret realm and started to repair the dragon gate.

At this time, Bai Yujun was over 1,400 years old, and the demon emperor was in the perfect state. He was about to walk away from the dragon and transform into a dragon. It would be very difficult for Mu to repair the dragon's door before transforming into a dragon~www.wuxiamtl.com~Little Figure Flying around the huge dragon gate.

Bai Yujun was bored, so she chatted with Mu and researched whether there was a back door to go to Longmen. She stood far away and talked to Mu. Who ever wanted to stay near the Longmen and sell it, but the fire was in the Longmen, and Bai Jiao...

Mu earnestly repaired, occasionally flipping through ancient books that he dug up from nowhere, learning while reading, repairing the damaged parts bit by bit and carefully drawing the rune formation. The amount of work is enough to make any genius despair.

However, there are always flaws when it is sparsely sparse. Just when it is about to be completely repaired, some mysterious functions of the gantry are triggered by accidentally touching it, and a certain white who is sitting on the sand dune eating the hind legs of roasted lamb is dumbfounded.

The golden light from the Dragon Gate shrouded the dunes, and the violent energy fluctuations were extremely terrifying!

what's the situation?

This is not a calamity at all!

It takes 1,500 years to turn into a dragon, not even one day less. Today is still early before the 1,500th birthday!

In an instant, the colorful orbs between the two dragon horns shone brightly, and the golden light reflected each other. It seemed that there was some kind of inexplicable connection between the orbs and the dragon gate!

Bai Yujun felt that she had fallen into endless darkness, only the light of the jewels...

The golden light disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the sand dunes were empty, leaving only the hind leg of the sheep with gaps and teeth biting marks. Mu looked at the dragon gate and the sand dunes, his little face blank.

"Where did Longmen send Xiao Bai Jiao?"

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