When White Wolf woke up, he found himself in a thatched cottage.
There is a clean wooden bed with a wooden table next to it.
There is also a bowl of steaming medicinal liquid on the table, exuding a warm breath.
"Where is this?"
Bai Lang was thinking in his mind, but he heard a creak and the door was pushed open.
A man in black clothes and long hair walked in from outside the house. He glanced at the white wolf and shouted happily to the outside: "Master, this wolf monster is awake!"
"knew."
A lazy voice came from outside the house, followed by a chattering voice: "You brat, I asked you to help me find the 'fire in the sand'. The fire was not found, but you picked up a wolf cub for me."
The voices outside the house were chattering and cursing, but the long-haired man inside the house smiled helplessly and closed the door behind him.
The cursing voice immediately became much quieter.
The long-haired man picked up the medicine bowl and said with a chuckle: "Don't blame the master. He has a sharp mouth and a soft heart. He is the one who prepared this medicine for you."
After saying that, he poured the bowl of medicine into Bai Lang's mouth.
There was no bitterness as expected, and it seemed to have a hint of sweetness. The warm liquid slid down his throat, turned into a warm current, and spread towards his limbs and bones.
Gradually, there was a trace of vitality in his numb body. He moved his hands and feet and got up from the bed.
A pair of wolf eyes looked around cautiously. He stared at the human in front of him carefully, but he still couldn't figure out why he would save himself.
The long-haired man looked at the white wolf's vigilant look and couldn't help but smile gently: "You can't transform yet, so you can't say anything, right? My master and I are both human beings. We just came here to do some things. After we finish
We went back."
Bai Lang stared at him for a long time, especially those eyes, but no matter how carefully he looked, he could only see that gleam of clarity.
Finally, the white wolf put down his hostility, jumped off the wooden bed, and came to the side of the long-haired man.
"My name is Yuan Bao." The long-haired man chuckled, stretched out his hand to touch the white wolf's forehead, turned around and pushed open the wooden door of the thatched cottage.
White Wolf followed Yuan Bao and walked out of the thatched cottage. He saw that the outside was no longer a desert, but on a huge rock in a mountain stream. Next to it was a gurgling stream. On the opposite side of the stream was a strange rock, shaped like a futon, with cracks on it.
A sloppy old Taoist priest was lying on his back on a boulder, drinking and cursing, and he was still talking about Yuanbao.
He started by scolding Yuan Bao for not doing things well and not finding "fire in the sand" for him, but for attracting wolf cubs, and then went on to scold him for the previous things.
Talking about how he picked up the ingot, how his bad luck continued, and how he was implicated by the ingot, Luo Li talked about a lot of trivial things.
Yuan Bao touched his nose awkwardly, and then said something that changed Bai Lang's life:
"Master, why don't you accept another apprentice? I also have many junior apprentices, and we will honor you together from now on."
The originally chattering voice suddenly stopped. The sloppy Taoist priest slowly sat up and turned around to look this way.
"The disciple you want me to take on is this wolf cub?"
The sloppy Taoist priest changed his slovenly appearance and asked seriously.
Yuan Bao scratched his head and said, "Look at him, he's so pitiful. He's homeless. Why don't you just take him in, master?"
"snort!"
The sloppy Taoist priest snorted coldly from his nose and said: "How can the skills of my human race be passed on to the demon race at will? What you said is treasonous. Don't mention it again in the future!"
After the sloppy Taoist priest finished speaking, he immediately flicked his sleeves.
The white wolf felt a strong wind blowing towards his face, blowing him back ten feet in an instant and making him roll on the ground several times before he could stop.
When Bai Lang stood up again, the strange rocks on the opposite side of the stream were empty, and the sloppy Taoist priest from before had long since disappeared without a trace.
Next to him, there was only this man in black with long hair, Yuan Bao.
Yuan Bao looked at the direction in which the master was leaving, then at the white wolf, and murmured to himself: "What's the difference between demons and humans? Master, are you in this situation because of the demon clan?"
He had intended to give some words of persuasion, but knowing the master's temper, it was definitely ineffective at the moment.
After hesitating for a moment, Yuan Bao sighed softly and said to Bai Lang: "The master's secret method cannot be taught personally, but it is OK to teach you some basic cultivation methods. From now on, you can learn from me, at least practice to the point of transformation.
form period."
Although White Wolf cannot speak, his mind is sound. He longs to become stronger and longs for the method of cultivation.
After listening to Yuan Bao's words, he sat up backwards, held his front paws together, and reluctantly performed a human etiquette towards Yuan Bao.
Yuan Bao was amused when he saw it, he turned around, clasped his fists, and said with a smile:
"I didn't expect you were quite understanding!"
From then on, Bai Lang began his cultivation career.
During the day, Yuan Bao would instruct him on some Qi Luck techniques, and at night, Bai Lang would practice by himself without sleep or food.
The sloppy Taoist priest seemed to be looking for something when he came to the realm of the demon clan. You couldn't see him most of the time on weekdays, and he would only appear in the mountain stream occasionally for a few days.
Yuan Bao would often go out to help, but whenever he had time, he would give guidance on Bai Lang's practice.
Bai Lang practices hard without his supervision at all, which makes Yuan Bao very satisfied.
The three of them spent a year peacefully like this.
Although he spent this year beside a cold mountain stream, Bai Lang's heart felt rare and peaceful, as if he was far away from hatred and the wilderness.
The sloppy Taoist priest seemed to gradually accept the white wolf. He only scolded him occasionally, but it didn't hurt him.
On this day, White Wolf sat quietly in the thatched hut, crossing his legs on the bed like a human being, with his upper body upright and his front paws flat on his legs.
The surrounding white light was getting thicker and thicker, and gradually enveloped the white wolf's whole body.
A white light pupa swelled and shrank in the thatched cottage. Among the light pupae was the white wolf.
Such a wonderful state lasted for ten days. During this period, Yuan Bao and the sloppy Taoist priest came back and discovered this strange situation, but neither of them made a sound to disturb them and did not go out again.
On the night of the tenth day, the light chrysalis suddenly expanded and contracted hundreds of times, and then the white light shattered and turned into countless thin lights that scattered in all directions, revealing the white wolf inside.
At this time, Bai Lang already looked like a young man, with slender arms and waist, broad shoulders, and a face as clear as a knife or an axe.
The young man slowly opened his eyes, opened the door and walked out of the thatched cottage. He saw Yuan Bao standing outside the house and smiling gently at him, and also saw the sloppy Taoist priest lying by the stream, looking bored.
"Plop!"
The young man knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard to the two of them. This time it was so strong that his head was bruised and bloody.