The peach is dying, scorching its bloom, and the spring breeze blows the white clothes.

Sitting in the place where many young disciples of the Forgotten Peak practice, the peak of the fairy island is surrounded by clouds and mist, the cranes are flying, the ancient peach trees are growing obliquely, the pink peach blossoms are gorgeous, the breeze is shaking, and the petals are floating like flowers and rain falling on the shoulders......

Under the tree, Bai Yujun held a brush to paint slowly and attentively, and the wolf was gentle and jumped on the paper.

The young disciples from the age of six or seven to twelve or thirteen studied painting seriously, and the eyes of the disciples who did not understand it were full of circles, and the disciples who realized the beauty showed joy on their faces, and they were different.

Disciples of Chunyang Palace, Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, five elements, gossip, astronomy, geography, medicine, alchemy, etc., must be learned, always choose one to study and be proficient, and other knowledge must be understood.

A light life always needs to be adjusted, and it is good to be a gentleman.

In recent days, Bai Yujun has taught young disciples to learn to paint, in addition to the young disciples listening to the class, there are also people who like Danqing to listen, or happy to harvest or frown and ponder the unknown, under the tree natural root carved wooden table, a classic painting is presented in front of you.

On painting, any of a certain white's works can make the world crazy.

Wave the pen lightly, put the pen away, and nod very satisfied.

Today's better performance of the painting far exceeded expectations, the peach tree rainbow root is rooted in the green rock, the flowers are in full bloom, the flowers are scattered, and there is the beauty and sadness of endless petals falling.

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

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

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

"Wow~The ancestor will control the wind~"

Bai Yujun's lifespan and seniority are enough to be their little fart ancestors, and the only one who is still alive in the same generation is Chu Zhe, the head of the sect who is about to cross the catastrophe, and the master of Zixu Peak, Ye Zi, when he sees Bai Yujun, he also has to call Uncle Bai, and it is estimated that after the head of the sect crosses the catastrophe, the most senior in the Pure Yang Palace is a certain lazy and lazy Bai Jiao.

The small mouth smiled and showed two white fangs and began to tease the child.

With a gesture of hand, five palm-like cotton balls flew around the body, which was very fun, and immediately made the eyes of this group of children drool with envy.

"Thunder~"

The five small auspicious clouds suddenly turned gray, crackling, arcing, and faintly thundering.

This time, even those older disciples who learned to paint were surprised, since they could simulate thunder and lightning, if they guessed correctly, they should also be able to simulate rainy weather, and sure enough......

"Rain~"

Small clouds are dripping and the rain rustles.

It's not an eye-covering illusion that children occasionally play with, it's really delicate to the extreme of mysterious spells, and many monks may be able to do it if they make a few small clouds, but if there is only one white one that simulates thunder and lightning and drizzle, this is a talent, and you can't learn it with hard work.

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

"Now start to practice drawing, each person draws a spring peach tree, I have to check before the sun sets, and those who don't finish their homework are only allowed to eat steamed buns tonight without vegetables, don't want to fool and deal with it, let's start." ”

The peak was full of complaints, crying and grabbing the ground, Bai Yujun floated lightly on the trunk of the peach tree and lay down, smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms.

There are not many ancient trees in Shenhua Mountain, and the peach tree of the Forgotten Peak is more famous, and the world is also known as the vigorous cedar on the top of the Sword Peak, and no one dares to climb up the two trees, only a certain white Jiao has the freedom to climb the tree.

Bai Yujun is a snake and a Jiao, who likes to climb trees, and it is natural to summarize it in one sentence, not that people don't have to follow certain rules.

The tree is reclining, with fine white scales and long tails, and occasionally swaying lightly~

The stout peach tree is oblique like a dragon, the purple air is sunny, the moon is cold, this tree is influenced by the pure yang Taoism all the year round, listen to the scriptures and practice the law, if it is not for the flowers and trees to become the essence of the difficult I am afraid that it has already become a demon.

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

Let's chirp, chirp~

The taste is still good, I don't know if I can supplement vitamins.

"If you live too long, you will be bored, alas......"

Walking on the pinnacle of Jiaosheng, from a small age, the temple snake spirit has grown into the ancestor of the world's largest immortal cultivation sect, the trick ordinary people may think that it is a peerless exercise and a super magic weapon, all wrong, very wrong.

The most important thing is to live, and only by living can you hope to reach the top.

Even if you are not at the peak of your madness, everything is possible if you are alive, maybe it is humiliating to burrow into the mud and lie on the grass, but you can live.

In fact, Bai Yujun sees the world differently from others.

The peach blossoms bloom and bear fruit, the leaves fall back to their roots in autumn, and the branches are covered with snow in winter.

As if taking a nap, the flowers bloom and fall in the summer, and the snow flies in the autumn and winter, and the young disciples who sit on the peak to learn the Tao are like flowers and bones, blooming, falling, growing up and aging in a hurry, and there are new people coming every year, and the footsteps that can't be stopped pass by in a flash......

Yawn and stretch your waist, maybe squint for a while in the world for another hundred years, time flows.

"I'm so sleepy~Take a nap~"

From then on, a certain Bai and some demon emperors in the 100,000 mountains started their sleep life, and in a daze, they saw that the rain outside the window turned into snow, and the snow turned into rain again, and the window was full of frost and stubble and turned into raindrops.

After saying a few words to take care, a certain white shouldered the burden of taking care of the entire Pure Yang Palace.

Looking up and seeing that the head of the sect successfully left along the pillar of light, he really became the ancestor of the sect at this moment, and at the same time, he also had a lot of strangeness to the Pure Yang Palace.

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

Once again, the Chunyang Palace held a disciple martial arts competition, just like the snake spirit back then, it was divided into the Qi refining period and the foundation building period and the Jindan period......

Leaving a scale clone to simply return to the Southern Wilderness, he went into the deep pool of the sinkhole and fell asleep again, hoping to spend endless years with sleep.

Hundreds of years later, more than 1,400 years old.

One day, everyone in the Longmen Desert saw a towering giant tree covering the sky and the sun, and disappeared in a blink of an eye......

Mu finally walked out of the forbidden realm and began to repair the dragon gate.

At this time, Bai Yujun was more than 1,400 years old, and the Demon Emperor was in the realm of perfection, and he was about to face the Dragon Gate and the Dragon Leaping Dragon Gate, and it was very difficult for Mu to repair the Dragon Gate before turning the dragon.

Small figures flew around the huge dragon gate.

Bai Yujun was bored and simply chatted with Mu by the way, researched whether there was a back door to go to Longmen, and stood far away to talk to Mu, who ever wanted to stay near Longmen and was stunned, and the Longmen caught fire, which affected Bai Jiao......

Mu repaired carefully, occasionally flipped through the ancient books that he dug out of nowhere, and learned while reading, repairing the broken places little by little and carefully drawing the rune formation, the amount of work was enough to make any genius despair.

However, there is always a mistake in the hundred secrets, and when it is about to be completely repaired, he accidentally touches some mysterious functions of the dragon gate, and a certain white who is sitting in the sand dunes and gnawing on the hind legs of roast lamb is dumbfounded.

The dragon gate sprinkled golden light and shrouded the sand dunes, and the violent energy fluctuations were terrifying!

What's the situation?

This is not a catastrophe at all!

If you want to turn into a dragon, you must be 1,500 years, not even one day, and today is still early for 1,500 years old!

In an instant, the colored orb between the two dragon horns bloomed, reflecting the golden light, and it seemed that there was some kind of inexplicable connection between the orb and the dragon gate!

Bai Yujun felt like he was falling into endless darkness, and there was only the colored light of the orb......

The golden light disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the sand dunes were empty, leaving only a sheep's hind leg with a gap and teeth biting marks, Mu looked at the dragon gate and then at the sand dune, his little face was dazed.

"Where did Longmen send the little white Jiao?"

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