In the Valley of the Snake King, Bai Jun was curled up on a boulder and finally felt that the path to immortality was endless, right before his eyes.
Wisps of spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into his body, traveling around the sky and sinking into the inner points of his Dantian.
The practice of demons, unlike that of humans, does not require the study of scriptures or secret techniques. It is just a process of accumulating demon power.
Only when you reach the realm of transforming into a great demon can you use the writing technique.
Otherwise, how can a newborn demon understand those obscure and mysterious classics and techniques with his wisdom?
All beasts are born between heaven and earth, and are natural spirits that can directly draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body. It does not have to be as troublesome as humans, who must have immortal skills to draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body for practice.
However, there are advantages and disadvantages.
There may be many people in the human race who seek immortality and have never been able to find a piece of immortal skills in their lives. However, those disciples of high-level sects have accumulated countless immortal skills from their sects. After decades of practice, they may be able to defeat them with the help of some external objects.
A demon who has been practicing for hundreds of years.
After all, demons cultivate based on instinct, while humans have the blessing of martial arts and can absorb far more spiritual energy in the same time than demons in terms of quality and quantity.
Bai Jun realized that he was absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth very quickly. The spiritual energy from a radius of ten miles in the valley poured into his body, and after nine elements circulated around his body, it fell into his Dantian.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth he draws is only blue and blue, which are of the nature of water and wood, and the two energies circulate and flow endlessly in the Dantian. I guess he is a water snake, so it is normal for him to be able to draw the spiritual energy of water, but the spiritual energy of wood is a bit unexpected.
However, Bai Jun has never been the kind of person who studies deeply. Otherwise, if so many strange things happened to him and he had to explore them one by one, then what else would he be practicing?
He firmly believes that as long as he is strong enough, all mysteries will be solved naturally, and the truth of these things can be obtained without searching.
The breeze blows in the valley, and the willow leaves flutter. Occasionally, one or two willow leaves fall with the wind and fall on the white snake. The afterglow of the sunset is infinitely beautiful.
Bai Jun stopped after absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for a few hours. Cultivation is a matter that lasts for hundreds of years. Only by maintaining enough expectations and expectations can he persevere.
Many things cannot be persisted with passion, most of them rely on habits.
Bai Jun decided to only practice for six hours every day, three hours during the day and three hours at night.
It’s not that he is lazy, but that he may have to persist in cultivating habits for many years.
Bai Jun knew that many monsters, after exhausting their enthusiasm for spiritual practice, lost their desire to seek the truth after achieving a little success, and instead relied on sorcery to be lawless, and eventually they could not escape death.
He cannot guarantee that ten years from now, or even a hundred years from now, he will still retain the same hope and pursuit of Tao and immortality as he does today.
Therefore, habits are very important.
Although there are only six hours of practice out of twelve hours in a day, with this habit, even if one day in the future he no longer desires immortality, he can still do it by persisting in this habit.
Bai Jun moved his stiff body and looked at the sunset with infinite hope in his eyes.
He, Bai Jun, finally became a demon today!
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Outside the valley, in a dense forest, a giant wolf was blocked by a fox that was much smaller than him.
The giant wolf roared with a warning, but the white fox didn't take it seriously. He flicked his fox tail behind him and said in human words: "Qi Lang, go back and tell Mr. Hushan that this demon has been captured by Hu Qiniang. I want to
If he wants it, let him go to our Black King to ask for it."
The giant wolf roared loudly, and as if it was angered, it suddenly jumped up and pointed at the white fox with its claws with gray demonic claws attached.
Behind Hu Qiniang, the fox tail suddenly grew five feet long like a long white whip and whipped the giant gray wolf away into the pit. Then the fox tail shrunk and she sighed: "Qilang, I'm not too kind to you.
You'd better practice for another few decades to break up the crossbones, and then, hey, let's fight the fairies again."
The gray wolf whimpered, gave the white fox a hard look and limped away quickly. He only had more than a hundred years of cultivation. Even though he was slightly stronger than the fox in terms of species, the gap in cultivation was too big to be comparable.
When the white fox saw that he was gone, he kicked off his legs and whipped up a gray demonic wind, running as fast as he was flying close to the ground and leaping dozens of feet in the blink of an eye.
In the valley, Bai Jun, who had just filled his stomach, suddenly raised his head and saw a white fox falling from a mountain hundreds of feet above the small pool without any damage.
He tensed up and raised his head to look at the very demonic fox.
"Kekeke~ Don't be nervous, little snake." The white fox actually spoke human words.
Bai Jun felt even more nervous. This was a demon who had refined his bones.
"I know you can understand human speech, remember, my name is Hu Qiniang." Bai Hu picked up one foot and spun around, "Of course you can also call me Hu Qiniang, that's how the little monsters in the mountains call me.
mine."
Bai Jun almost couldn't help laughing in his heart, but nodded anyway.
Hu Qiniang said with satisfaction: "Yes, your intelligence is quite high. You will be a little demon of our Black Wind King's lineage from now on. I live on a red stone mountainside three hundred miles southeast of here. If you need it in the future, I can
Go there and look for me."
Bai Jun was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: What kind of lineage is the Black Wind King? I just became a demon and was accepted as cannon fodder by others?
Hu Qiniang looked at him and shook his head, and sneered: "Just now outside the mountain, the wolf demon of Lord Hushan came to threaten you to join their lineage. But I have already driven you away, saying that you are already of the lineage of King Black Wind.
So, if you don’t join the lineage of King Black Wind, you will have no choice but to be eaten by that tiger demon. You must know that Tiger Mountain Lord is a tiger demon who has been cultivating for seven hundred years, and it will take him only a hundred years at most to survive the demon tribulation.
Now that you’ve taken shape, can’t you, a white snake who has just entered the demon realm, be easily captured by squeezing it to death?”
Bai Yan pondered for a moment and did not get angry. Doing so would only cause him to lose his mind and affect his brain in making the judgment that best suits his own interests.
The giant python nodded helplessly.
Hu Qiniang smiled and said: "Good snake, I know you are a smart snake. Let me tell you about the power of these mountain monsters."
Our Qinnan Mountains are the dividing line between the human and demon tribes in Linnan Continent, stretching for no less than a hundred thousand miles. However, our one or two thousand miles radius is close to the human territory, so there are no great monsters in disguise.
There are only two people with the highest cultivation level. One is the Tiger Mountain Lord. He has good blood and extremely strong strength. He has lived for more than five hundred years and has seven hundred years of demon power on the verge of transformation. He has conquered many wolf demons and leopard demons.
, and there are eight or nine little monsters such as lynxes, most of which are four to five hundred miles away on the west side of your valley.
Lord Hushan is greedy and extremely cruel, so the little monster in the mountain surrenders to King Black Wind out of choice.
More than two hundred miles south of your valley is the territory of King Black Wind. He is a black bear spirit who has lived for eight hundred years and has a higher level of cultivation than Lord Hushan. However, he does not like fighting and has collected more than ten
A small demon, mostly a bird or a weak demon that eats grass.
As for me, I am the number one demon under the throne of Black Wind. I have cultivated for more than four hundred years. Except for the tiger and the black bear, I am not afraid of anyone within a radius of two thousand miles."
Bai Jun understood in his heart that there were so many twists and turns in the world of monsters. He thought that monsters were all cultivating in their own way and would never interact with each other until death.
He pointed with his head in the direction of the compass.
Hu Qiniang's slender fox eyes smiled and said: "King Black Wind usually doesn't like these chores, so if you have any problems in the future, you can just come to me. Do you understand?"
Bai Jun was stunned, this fox wanted to fight between tiger and bear, would she benefit from it?
Hu Qiniang noticed the hesitation of the white snake, clapped her hands and said with a smile: "What a good snake! It's true that the old snake is not dead but a monster. He is so smart, he actually saw it."
Mom, I have been hiding in the human world for decades and have developed a good brain. You snake is so smart when you first become a demon. It seems that the heaven is helping me.
Don’t worry, if you follow me, I will definitely satisfy you.”
White Snake was speechless, but she still nodded in agreement. After all, foxes are wise and cunning and should not be trusted easily, but they cannot resist either.
He absolutely cannot defeat a fox demon with four hundred years of demonic power.
Hu Qiniang patted Bai Jun with satisfaction and said, "Practice hard. If you need it in the future, I will come to you."
After saying that, he turned around and drove away in that weird demonic wind, so fast that Bai Jun couldn't see his figure clearly.
Is this witchcraft?
As the setting sun in the valley was gradually swallowed up by the darkness, his heart gradually calmed down. He was not worried about his own safety. Because he was just a little white snake, and there was no plot for these monsters. If he had to say that he had potential, then it would be potential.
, but that will only happen after he has practiced for a hundred years.
Once demons transform into demons, their lifespans are extremely long.
Although Bai Jun doesn't know how long he can live, he probably feels that his body will not age even if it takes hundreds of years.
Therefore, even if there is any involvement between monsters, it is almost always measured in terms of years.
Bai Jun really can't feel any sense of urgency. The power of Tiger Mountain Lord is hundreds of miles away from him. In addition, monsters generally have fixed territories. He doesn't think that those monsters come all the way.
Eat this monster who hasn't cultivated in a year.
Even if you eat it, it won't be enough to run around and consume the demon power.
Looking at the moon rising high into the sky, it should be a full moon tonight.
Bai Jun did not coil up on the boulder, but climbed to the top of the cliff beside the small pool.
On the top of a mountain nearly two hundred feet high, the view is extremely wide. The endless mountains and dense forests are shrouded in the moonlight, and the silver light shines all over the mountains and rivers. The moon is like a toad palace, where immortals live in the nine heavens, standing above all living beings and being respected by all spirits.
Bai Jun curled up and raised his head to swallow the moon.
Wisps of taiyin essence were swallowed by him and spread throughout his body. The cold feeling was really uncomfortable, but Bai Jun could still persevere.
The light white lunar power enters the body, sinks into the Dantian, and merges with the light blue water spiritual power to form a milky white color.
When the full moon was about to disappear, Bai Jun absorbed a few more Shaoyin powers into his body and merged with Mu Xing's spiritual power to turn into emerald green.
The four powers of the Dantian in the body are like the four images. Two phenomena give rise to the four images. Naturally, the four images can also be attributed to the two phenomena.
Since it is divided into two elements, there is Yin and Yang. The power of Taiyin combines with the water element and becomes yin, which is cold and biting. The power of Shaoyin combines with the wood element and turns into yang, which is warm and life-giving.
The blue and white colors embrace each other head to tail in the body, holding each other in a circle and forming a Tai Chi, which is endless, and the former red jade bead also spontaneously falls into the Dantian and is in the center of this Tai Chi.
Although it is just a trace of demon power now and has no fixed effect, if it accumulates over time, there will be infinite possibilities.
From then on, every day when there is a moon, there will be a mysterious white snake on the top of the mountain, raising its head and swallowing the moon. The silver light tilts one snake on the mountain, the white snake is as crystal clear as jade, and the light clouds and mist on the top of the mountain are like a layer of gauze, covering its
True appearance.
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At the foot of Wanshe Mountain, a layman in gray came here at some point. He settled in a cottage here, and two little book boys who were almost adults took care of his daily life.
This person's name was Wu Xuanzi. Although he was just a scholar, he was proficient in ink painting and was especially good at drawing animated animals. A picture of a white crane flying into the sky that he once painted was sold in Jinjing for an astonishing price of 6,000 taels, and he became famous because of it.
The painting circle of the Jin Dynasty.
But this painting also restricted him, and it was difficult for him to paint an ink painting with more vivid imagery than the white crane flying into the sky. Therefore, Wu Xuanzi took the book boy to the mountains and fields to look for opportunities.
That night, Wu Xuanzi tossed and turned in bed. Occasionally, the moonlight entered the house. He put on a green robe and coat with interest and walked out of the thatched house. When he raised his head, he saw the bright moon hanging high on the top of the mountains, and the mountains were lonely in the moonlight.
Sleeping there, with insects chirping and frogs chirping in the mountains and forests, it is quite artistic.
He smoothed his beard, sat in the courtyard and made himself a pot of tea. He drank the fragrance of tea late at night under the moonlight. It was quiet and elegant, and he was probably nothing more than a hermit.
"Sir, are you still awake?" A handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen years old asked standing at the door of the house, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Oh, it's Yunsong." Wu Xuanzi looked back and said with a smile: "I just came to the mountains and I still can't get used to sleeping.
Go get the painting tools, I think the scenery in the mountains is quite interesting and worthy of a painting."
"Yes, sir." Yun Song became more awake and did not wake up the other book boy in the room. He took the painting tools and put them on the small table in the courtyard.
He was no longer sleepy at this moment, so he stood next to Wu Xuanzi and watched him skillfully lay out the painting tools, and asked: "Sir, didn't you say that good paintings are rare and perfect paintings are hard to come by? How come you only started painting in the mountains a few days ago?"
So many good paintings?”
Wu Xuanzi picked up a wolf tail hair brush, gently smoothed the tip, and said with a smile: "Where did you see so many good paintings?"
Yun Song said: "As for the sunrise painting and the sunset painting you painted a few days ago, I think they are both very good."
"Haha." Wu Xuanzi shook his head and said: "That's just an ordinary handwriting, not even a good painting. A good painting requires the painter's concentration, concentrated study, and the right time and scenery to achieve it.
.
As for excellent paintings, it requires the right time, place, and people, and it even depends on luck. Some painters may be able to paint some good paintings after working hard for decades, but they will never be able to paint a single excellent painting in their lifetime.
"
Yun Song nodded as if he understood something: "I see, I thought that if it looks good, it means it's a good painting."
Wu Xuanzi was so amused that he laughed and scolded: "You bastard, don't practice all day long and become a big brainless man. Instead, read more like Qingzhu. When you grow up, you can find a girl to start a family and start a business."
Yun Song grinned, rubbed the back of his head and stopped talking.
Wu Xuanzi took a sip of tea and began to seriously conceive and write.
Yun Song stood nearby and did not dare to make a sound for fear of disturbing his husband while he was painting.
Wu Xuanzi sometimes stared at the full moon in the sky and meditated, sometimes lowered his head and concentrated on painting, and sometimes looked back at the real scene and the painted scene.
The mountain night is long and silent, and the Chinese moon is cold and clear.
A gust of wind blew at night, and maybe the gravel blurred his eyes. Wu Xuanzi hurriedly rubbed his eyes. Suddenly he looked at the top of a mountain and exclaimed: "Yunsong, Yunsong! Quickly look at what that is?"
Yun Song, who was standing nearby and almost fell asleep, hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and asked, "Sir, what did you say?"
Wu Xuanzi said: "You have good eyesight. Go to the roof and see what is on the top of the mountain?"
After Yun Song heard this, he stepped on the small stone bench in the courtyard and jumped onto the thatched hut. He obviously had some internal strength in his body.
He looked in the direction Wu Xuanzi said and saw a vaguely white snake on a mountaintop very close to the moon, raising its head and swallowing the moon. It seemed to be embellished with silvery white light, like a moonlight gauze.
Yun Song opened his eyes wide, made sure again that he was not dazzled, and said in disbelief: "Sir, snake!
Sir, what a big snake!”
Wu Xuanzi said excitedly: "It's really a snake! Under the moon, the white snake swallows the twelfth yin, and the cold sky on the top of the mountain refines immortality."
Quick! Quickly call Qingzhu and bring me my exquisite precious Xuan paper and pen. Tonight is when I, Wu Xuanzi, will become famous in the painting world!"
Yun Song hurriedly went down to the roof to wake up the book boy Qingzhu and brought him the Four Treasures of the Study, which was worth a hundred taels.
Wu Xuanzi started painting, staring at the mountain top without leaving his eyes for a moment. Under the toad palace, in the mortal world, the clouds and night were covered with delicate veils. On the cold heights of the top of the mountains, white snakes reflected the snow and swallowed the moon.
This image of a scene that combines the coldness of immortality with the legend of the mountains is many times higher than his picture of a crane flying into the sky. The crane is only a beast in the supernatural world, but the white snake is a demon, with wisdom like a human but inhuman.
of aliens.
Yun Song and another scholar, Qing Zhu, who was twelve or thirteen years old, held the left and right sides of the painting screen respectively and spread out the giant painting that was a foot wide.
Wu Xuanzi kept painting in his hand, splashing ink and vividly portraying the scene of immortals and demons in the world.
He devoted all his efforts to this painting, and even Wu Xuanzi's spiritual will was integrated into the painting. The paper is made of century-old wood, the mill is a rare treasure of Qinghe Cui's ink in a century, and this brush is made of tiger hair.
These are things that ordinary painters cannot ask for.
Under the moonlight in the courtyard, the silver light illuminates the painting, and every stroke and every ink is infected with the essence of the moon. When the nine-day moon fades away, Wu Xuanzi also painted the last stroke.
At this moment, Wu Xuanzi looked at the top of the mountain again, and the white snake seemed to have seen him from several miles away.
It was this glimpse of the white snake that made Wu Xuanzi put down his pen and ink, and painted the last stroke of the white snake's eyes.
At this moment, the early sun rises, the red sun and thin sun dye the painting, the white snake Huayue Mountain is a giant stone with clouds, the moon on the paper and the sun in the sky complement each other, the snake's eyes look directly into the human heart, and the white snake scales are like real ones.
It is carved with phosphorus.
When Yunsong and Qingzhu saw this scene, they were frightened and said: "Sir! The snake is alive! The white snake is alive!"
When Wu Xuanzi heard this, he raised his head and laughed. Regardless of his clothes that were stained by ink, he said excitedly: "It's done! It's done! I'm so absorbed in painting, teacher, I finally did it!"
After saying that, he staggered and fell unconscious.