In the Valley of the Snake King, on the boulder of Bai Lan's body, he can finally feel that the fairy road is long, and it is right in front of him.

Wisps of spiritual energy between heaven and earth poured into his body, running Zhou Tian, and the qi sank into the inner acupoints of the dantian.

Demon cultivation, unlike the human race, does not need to consult the scriptures, nor does it need to practice cheats, it is just a process of accumulating demon power.

Unless you reach the realm of the transformation demon, you will be able to use the word technique.

Otherwise, how could the wisdom of the newborn demon comprehend those obscure and mysterious scriptures?

Ten thousand beasts are born in the heaven and earth, as a natural spirit, can directly pull the heaven and earth aura into the body, do not have to be as troublesome as humans, must have the immortal family exercises, in order to pull the heaven and earth spirit into the body to practice.

However, there are pros and cons.

There may be many people in human beings who seek immortals and ask questions, and they can't find a single immortal family exercise in their lifetime. But those disciples of the high-ranking sects have accumulated countless immortal skills in the sect, and after cultivating for decades, they may be able to defeat the demons who have been cultivating for hundreds of years with some foreign objects.

After all, demons cultivate by instinct, and humans have the blessings of the exercises, and the aura absorbed in the same amount of time far exceeds that of the demon clan.

Bai Lan found that he was swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth extremely fast, and the spiritual energy in a radius of ten miles in the valley poured into his body, and fell into the dantian after running nine elements around his body.

The aura of heaven and earth he pulls is only blue and blue, which is the genus of water and wood, and the two qi circulate and flow endlessly in the dantian. Thinking that he was a water snake, it was normal to be able to pull the water aura, but the wood aura, was a little unexpected.

However, Bai Lan has never been the kind of person who delves into it. Otherwise, so many strange things happened to him, and he went to explore them one by one, so what kind of Tao did he cultivate?

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 having to be pursued.

The breeze blows in the valley, the willow leaves flutter, and occasionally one or two willow leaves fall with the wind and fall on the white snake, and the sunset and sunset are infinitely good.

Bai Lan swallowed the aura of heaven and earth for a few hours and then stopped, cultivation is a matter of perseverance for hundreds of years, and it is necessary to maintain enough expectations and a sense of expectation to be firm.

Many things are not something that can be persisted with enthusiasm, most of them rely on habits.

Bai Lan decided to practice for only six hours a day, three hours during the day and three hours at night.

It's not that he's lazy, it's that he's cultivating habits that he might stick to for many years.

Bai Lan knew that after exhausting their enthusiasm for cultivation, there were many demons who lost their desire to seek the Tao after a little achievement, and turned to relying on demon magic to be lawless, and finally they could not escape death.

He can't guarantee that ten years from now, or even a hundred years from now, he will still retain the same expectations and pursuits for immortality as he does today.

That's why it's important to get used to it.

Although there were only six hours of cultivation for twelve hours a day, with this habit, even if one day in the future he no longer longed for Dao Immortality, he could still do it.

Bai Lan moved his stiff body and looked at the sunset, with infinite anticipation in his eyes.

He is white, and today he finally became a demon!

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Outside the valley, in a dense forest, a giant wolf was blocked by a fox far inferior to him.

The giant wolf roared with a warning meaning, the white fox didn't care, the fox tail behind him flicked, and he said: "Qilang, go back and tell Hushan Jun that this demon has been taken down by my Hu Qi Niang, if you want to, let him go to our black king to ask for it." ”

The giant wolf let out a long roar, as if it was enraged, and suddenly jumped up, with a trace of gray demonic qi claws on its claws, towards the white fox.

The fox tail behind Hu Qiniang suddenly turned five feet long, like a white long whip, and the gray giant wolf was smashed into the pit, and then the fox tail turned small, she sighed: "Qilang, the old lady is not thin on you." You still have to cultivate for another few decades to dissolve the horizontal bones, and at that time, hehe, let's fight together with the goblins. ”

The gray wolf whimpered, glanced at the white fox fiercely, and ran away with a limp, he only has more than a hundred years of cultivation, even if he is slightly stronger than the fox in species, the gap in cultivation is too big, and there is no comparison at all.

After the white fox saw him leave, he kicked his legs, and unexpectedly rolled up a gray demon wind, running at extreme speed like flying close to the ground, and jumped dozens of feet away in the blink of an eye.

In the valley, Bai Lan, who had just filled his stomach, suddenly raised his head and saw a white fox falling from a small pond on a hundred feet high mountain, but it was unscathed.

His heart tightened, and he raised his giant head to look at the very demon fox.

"Giggle~ Don't be nervous, little snake." The white fox actually spoke.

Bai Lan was even more nervous in his heart, this was still a demon who had refined the horizontal bones.

"I know you can understand people's words, remember, my name is Hu Qi Niang." The white fox picked up one foot and turned around, "Of course, you can also call me Hu Qi Niangniang, the little demons in the mountains call me like this." ”

Bai Lan almost couldn't hold back a laugh in his heart, but he still nodded.

Hu Qiniang said with satisfaction: "Yes, the spirit is quite high." You will be the little demon of our Black Wind King in the future. I live on a red-stone mountainside three hundred miles southeast of this place, and you can go up there to find me if you need to. ”

Bai Lan was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and said: What is the Black Wind King's lineage? I just became a demon and was accepted as cannon fodder by others?

Hu Qiniang shook her head when she saw him, and sneered: "Just now outside the mountain, the wolf demon of Hushan Jun came to threaten you to enter their lineage. But I've been driven away by my mother, saying that you are already the king of the black wind.

Therefore, if you don't enter the Black Wind King's lineage, you can only be eaten by that tiger demon. You must know that Hushan Jun is a tiger demon who has practiced for 700 years, and at most he will survive the demon tribulation and transform in a hundred years. ”

Bai Lan pondered for a moment in his heart, and did not get angry, which would only lose his mind and affect his brain to make judgments that were most in his own interests.

The python nodded helplessly.

Hu Qiniang smiled and said, "Good snake, I know you are a smart snake." Let the old lady tell you about the power of these mountain demons.

Our Qinan mountains are the dividing line between the two races of the human and demon clans in Linnanzhou, stretching for no less than 100,000 miles. And because we are close to the territory of the human race within a radius of one or two thousand miles, there is no shape-shifting demon.

There are only two people with the highest cultivation, one is the Tiger Mountain Monarch, who has a good bloodline and extremely strong strength, has lived for more than five hundred years, and has seven hundred years of demon power on the verge of transformation, subduing many wolf demons, leopard demons, and eight or nine little demons such as lynx, mostly four or five hundred miles away from the west side of your valley.

Tiger Mountain King is greedy and brutal, and the little demon in the mountain has no choice but to surrender to the Black Wind King.

More than 200 miles south from your valley, is the realm of the Black Wind King, he is a black bear spirit, he has lived for eight hundred years, and his cultivation is higher than that of Hushan Jun, but he does not like to fight, and he has also collected more than ten small demons, mostly birds and birds or weak demons who eat grass.

As for the old lady, I am the first demon under the throne of the Black Wind, with more than 400 years of cultivation, except for the tiger and the black bear, I am not afraid of anyone within a radius of 2,000 miles. ”

Bai Lan knew in his heart, it turned out that there were so many twists and turns in the demons, and he thought that the demons were all cultivated by everyone, and they didn't get along with each other.

He pointed his head at the guide.

Hu Qiniang's slender fox eyes smiled and said, "The Black Wind King doesn't like these miscellaneous things on weekdays, so you can just come to me for anything in the future, do you understand?" ”

Bai Lan snake head suddenly, this fox wants to fight between tigers and bears, is she here to benefit?

Hu Qiniang saw the white snake's hesitation, clapped her hands and smiled: "Good snake, good snake!" If it's really the old snake that doesn't die because of the demon, it's so high in wisdom that I can see it.

Mother, I have been hiding in the human world for decades before I have a good brain, you snake is so smart when you first became a demon, it seems that the heavens are helping me.

Don't worry, follow the old lady and me, and I will definitely satisfy you. ”

White Snake was speechless, but nodded in agreement. After all, foxes are wise and cunning, and they cannot be trusted, but they cannot resist either.

He will never be able to defeat a fox demon with 400 years of demonic power.

Hu Qiniang patted Bai Lan's body with satisfaction and said, "Cultivate well, if you need it in the future, I will come to you." ”

After saying that, he turned around and drove away in the strange demon wind, so fast that Bai Lan couldn't see his figure clearly.

Is this sorcery?

As the sunset in the valley was swallowed up by darkness, his heart gradually calmed down, and he was not worried about his safety. Because he is just a little white snake, there are no monsters to plot at all, if you insist on saying that there is potential, but it has to be after he has cultivated for a hundred years.

Once the demons turn into demons, their lifespans are extremely long.

Although Bai Lan didn't know how long he could live, he probably felt that his body would not age even if it was a few hundred years.

Therefore, even if there is an implication between demons, it is almost measured by age.

Bai Lan really didn't have any sense of urgency, the power of Hushan Jun was hundreds of miles away from him, plus the demons generally had a fixed territory, he didn't think that those demons who ran all the way would come to eat his demons who had not cultivated for a year.

Eating it is not enough demon power to run and consume.

Looking at the moon rising high into the middle of the sky, it should be a full moon tonight.

Instead of coiling on a boulder, Bai Lan climbed to the top of the cliff by the small pool.

At the top of the mountain, which is nearly 200 zhang high, the vision is extremely open. The endless mountains and dense forests are shrouded in the moonlight, the silver glow shines all over the mountains and rivers, and the moon is like a toad palace immortal who lives for nine days, standing on top of all beings and being admired by all souls.

Bai Lan stood up and raised his head to swallow the moon.

The wisps of Taiyin essence were swallowed into his abdomen and swam all over his body, and the cold feeling was really uncomfortable, but Bai Lan was still able to persevere.

The pale white power of Taiyin entered the body, sank into the dantian, and fused with the pale blue water spiritual power to turn into a milky white.

When the full moon was about to disappear, Bai Lan swallowed a few traces of Shaoyin power into his body and fused with Mu Xing's spiritual power to turn into emerald green.

The four forces of the dantian in the body are like four elephants, and the two instruments give birth to the four elephants, and the four elephants can naturally be attributed to the two instruments.

If it is divided into two instruments, there will be yin and yang. The power of Taiyin and the water line merge into yin, which is cold and piercing. The power of less yin and the wood line are combined into yang, warm and vigorous.

The blue and white colors hugged each other's heads and tails in the body, hugging the circle and guarding the lack of a taiji, endlessly, and the former red jade bead also spontaneously fell into the dantian in the center of this taiji.

Now, although it is only a trace of demonic power and has no fixed-point effect, the sun and the moon accumulate, there are infinite possibilities.

Since then, every day when there is a moon, there will be a miraculous white snake on the top of the mountain, raising its head to swallow the moon. The silver glow is inclined to a mountain and a snake, the white snake is as crystal as jade, and the light clouds and mist on the top of the mountain are like a layer of light veil to cover its true appearance.

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At the foot of Ten Thousand Snake Mountain, I don't know when a gray-clothed layman came, he lived here, and there were two little scholars who were almost adults to take care of his daily life.

This person's name is Wu Xuanzi, although he is only a showman, but he is proficient in ink painting, especially good at painting animations, and he once painted a picture of a white crane flying in the sky in Jinjing was sold to a shocking price of 6,000 taels, and therefore famous in the Jin Dynasty painting circle.

However, this painting also limited him, and it was difficult to paint a more expressive ink painting than the white crane flying into the sky. Therefore, Wu Xuanzi took the scholar to the mountains to find an opportunity.

This night, Wu Xuanzi tossed and turned in bed, accidentally entered the house by moonlight, put on a green robe coat and walked out of the grass house with great interest, raised his head and saw that the bright moon hung high on the top of the mountains, the mountains were lonely and sleeping in the moonlight, and the insects and frogs in the mountains and forests were chirping, but it was very meaningful.

He brushed his beard, sat in the courtyard and made a pot of tea for himself, and tasted the fragrance of late-night tea under the moon, which was also quiet and elegant, and most of the hermits were just like that.

"Sir, you haven't slept yet?" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old handsome young man rubbed his sleepy eyes and stood at the door of the house and asked.

"Oh, it's Yun Song." Wu Xuanzi looked back and said with a smile: "I just came to the mountains, but I still can't get used to sleeping."

Go and bring the painting tools, I see that the scenery in the mountains is quite interesting, but it can be painted. ”

"Yes, sir." Yun Song was a little sober, and did not wake up the other scholar in the room, so he took the painting tools and put them on the small table in the courtyard.

He didn't feel sleepy at the moment, so he stood beside Wu Xuanzi and watched him skillfully swing out the painting tools, and asked, "Sir, didn't you say that good paintings are rare, and masterpieces are difficult to produce?" Why did you paint so many good paintings in just a few days in the mountains? ”

Wu Xuanzi lifted a paintbrush with a wolf's tail and hair, gently smoothed the tip of the brush, and said with a smile: "Where do you see so many good paintings?" ”

Yun Song said: "As for the sunrise painting you painted a few days ago, as well as the sunset painting, I think they are very good." ”

"Huh." Wu Xuanzi shook his head and said: "That's just an ordinary handwriting, and it's not even a good painting." A good painting requires the painter's concentration and hard work, coupled with the scenery of the sky, to be successful.

As for the superb paintings, it is necessary to have the right time, place and people, and even to see the creation, some painters may be able to paint some good paintings after decades of hard work, but the superb paintings can not be painted in a lifetime. ”

Yun Song nodded as if he didn't understand: "I see, I thought it looked good and it was a good painting." ”

Wu Xuanzi was amused and scolded: "You bastard, don't practice all day long and become a brainless big man, read books like Qingzhu, and when you grow up in the future, you can find a girl to start a family." ”

Yun Song grinned, touched the back of his head and stopped talking.

Wu Xuanzi took a sip of tea and began to seriously conceive and paint.

Yun Song stood beside him, and he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing his husband's painting.

Wu Xuanzi sometimes stared at the full moon in the sky and pondered, sometimes lowered his head and focused on painting, and sometimes looked back at the real scene and the painting scene.

The mountain night is long and silent, and the moon is cold and clear.

A gust of wind blew at night, perhaps because the sand and gravel were blind, Wu Xuanzi was busy rubbing his eyes, and suddenly he looked at a mountain and exclaimed: "Yun Song, Yun Song!" What is that? ”

Yun Song, who was almost asleep standing on the side, hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, "What did Mr. say?" ”

Wu Xuanzi said: "You have good eyes, go to the roof and see what is on that mountain?" ”

When Yun Song heard this, he jumped onto the grass house by stepping on the small stone bench in the courtyard, and he obviously had some internal force on his body.

He looked in the direction that Wu Xuanzi said, and saw a mountain very close to the moon, and a white snake could be vaguely seen looking up and swallowing the moon, as if there was a silver-white light dotting its body, as if it was wearing a moonlight veil.

Yun Song's eyes widened, and he once again confirmed that he was not dazzled, and said incredulously: "Sir, snake!"

Sir, what a big snake! ”

Wu Xuanzi said excitedly: "It's really a snake!" The white snake swallows the yin under the moon, and the mountain top is cold and immortal.

Fast! Hurry up and call Qingzhu to come, bring my superb Baoxuan paper and pen, tonight is the time for my Wu Xuanzi famous town painting altar! ”

Yun Song hurriedly went down to the roof to wake up the scholar Qingzhu and brought the four treasures of the scholar's room worth a hundred taels.

Wu Xuanzi picked up the pen and painted, he stared at the top of the mountain and never left his eyes for a moment, under the toad palace, in the mortal world, the clouds and nights were delicate. At the top of the mountains, the white snake reflects the snow and swallows the moon.

Such a scene image of the immortal cold and the legend of the mountains and wilderness is more than many times higher than his picture of the crane flying to the sky, and the crane is only a beast in the spirit, but this white snake is a demon, a human-like wisdom and a non-human alien.

Yun Song and another twelve or thirteen-year-old scholar, Qingzhu, held on the left and right sides of the painting screen respectively, spreading out a huge painting that was one zhang wide.

Wu Xuanzi kept the paintbrush in his hand for a moment, splashing ink and waving, portraying the scene of fairies and demons outside the world.

This painting poured all his efforts, and even Wu Xuanzi's spiritual will was also integrated into the painting, this paper is made of a century-old wood, this mill is a rare treasure ink in Qinghe Cui's century, this is made of tiger hair, all of which are undesirable things for ordinary painters.

Under the moon in the court, the silver light was painted, and every ink was infected with the essence of the moon, and when the moon of the nine heavens faded, 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 see him from a distance of several miles.

It was also a glimpse of the white snake, Wu Xuanzi lifted the pen and put down the ink, and drew the eye of the white snake with the last stroke.

At this moment, the early sun rises, the red sun and the thin sun dyes the painting, the white snake Huayue Mountain top cloud gauze boulder, the moon on the paper and the sun in the sky, reflect each other, the snake pupils look directly at the hearts of the people, and the pieces of crystal white snake scales are carved on it like real phosphorus.

When Yun Song and Qingzhu saw this scene, they were frightened: "Sir! The snake is alive! The White Snake is alive! ”

When Wu Xuanzi heard this, he raised his head and laughed, ignoring his clothes stained with ink, and said excitedly: "It's done!" It's done! Mindful of the painting, teacher, I finally did it! ”

With that, he stumbled and fell unconscious.

The two children exclaimed, "Sir! Mr! ”

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