The light blue moonlight filled the courtyard, and the lights in the small windows looked like a dream.

Half real and half a mirror image of the past, there is no splendor or fairy atmosphere, just an ordinary night view of a small courtyard. The orange candlelight in the room comes out through the window, and the shallow warm light illuminates the delicate and pretty figure of the slender figure in the courtyard.

Face.

Actually, it’s good to be quiet for a while.

I took out a small green bamboo bench, sat on it obediently, and looked at the window blankly, making up for the missing regret.

I didn't want to push the door open, I was a little scared, afraid that everything would be empty if I pushed it open.

Staring at the shadow of the window, I remembered struggling for food in the Shiwanda Mountains, hiding in rock crevices and risking my life, escaping again and again and trying my best, cold-blooded, cruel, and living hard.

It's rare to be able to put aside your fatigue and seriously experience the ordinary, feel the warmth of candlelight, and feel the beauty.

Perhaps for many practitioners, they are inner demons. It can only be said that birth determines everything. The rare mythical beasts and vicious beasts are among the earliest creatures. Pure demons are born a little later, and inner demon training only appears at a later stage. You can directly

Ignored.

There is a reason why it is rare.

What's more, the so-called inner demons are just desires in the heart. Once you understand it, it doesn't matter.

A quiet little courtyard with stars rotating in the light blue sky on the roof.

The lights and shadows on the windows have also stopped. Late at night, the gentle figure will occasionally get up and coax the crying baby. The cool night breeze blows off the pear petals and spreads them all over the roof and small courtyard...

Time cannot be kept, and the eastern horizon gradually turns white.

The sea of ​​flowers and ancient trees fade away the fluorescence.

The bluestone lamps were extinguished intermittently, and the candles in the windows were also extinguished.

"well……"

Bai Yujun, who had been sitting all night, felt helpless again.

The irresistible passage of time, the irresistible night that cannot block the morning sun, seems to have lost a lot of things with the dawn, half of the past mirror has disappeared silently, the only thing that can be seen is the present, and a few pots of spiritual plants have been neglected.

The mind can grow freely, but it is limited to the pottery pot and cannot occupy more.

He put away the small bamboo stool, walked to the door, and raised his hand to hold a golden dragon-mouth lock.

An inexplicable intuition that it should be like this.

Click~

The dragon's mouth opens and the lock opens, and blends into the door.

Push it gently and there will be a squeak.

The door of the house that had been closed for countless thousands of years was reopened. There were no cobwebs or dust, as if the house was still inhabited last night. It looked ordinary and ordinary, without any trace of magic.

Lifting your feet, you stepped across the threshold and walked into the familiar yet unfamiliar hut.

Ding ding dong~

The dragon's horn accidentally touched a small gadget hanging on the roof, a pendant made of gold, silver and bamboo. When the wind blew it and swayed, it would make a nice sound.

Bai Yujun just paused for a moment before walking forward, and saw many things randomly placed on the ground in the room.

The various clutter is a bit messy but looks very natural.

The house is very small. You raise your hand to lift the curtain and walk into the bedroom. The bedroom is also a study room, bed, dressing table, and bookshelf.

In the middle of the room is a beautifully made little bed. The little bed is magical. It is engraved with rivers, lakes, seas, mountains and rivers. The air of the earth's veins and sea vapor gather in it. There are waves of waves, accompanied by several big white clouds and dark clouds. Occasionally, you can hear the roar of thunder and lightning.

The wind whimpered.

Ordinary creatures cannot withstand such power, but dragons can. The dragon soars for nine days and swims in the deep sea, combing the earth's veins and regulating rivers, calling for wind and rain to bring prosperity to the people.

Jade hands stroked the quilt on the small bed, feeling comfortable and comfortable from the bottom of her heart.

In a trance, I felt as if I was lying in a small bed in a dragon's nest, seeing that gentle figure leaning over me, looking at me with loving eyes, humming softly...

I stayed in front of the crib for a long time.

"well……"

He reluctantly looked away and glanced at the bookshelf filled with books.

The bookshelf occupies half of the wall in the bedroom. There are wooden tables and chairs in front of the window, all of which are simple and not in the current popular style. The tables and chairs can show signs of wear and tear caused by frequent use. Her beautiful eyes are in a trance, and she sees the figure sitting in front of the window reading...

Ever since I came to the valley, I have been in a daze.

Shaking his head, he glanced at the ancient books on the bookshelf.

The painstaking efforts to guide him here were definitely not just for nostalgia. Bai Yujun's intuition told Bai Yujun that there must be something important here. He previously thought it was the resources sealed by Longting for a comeback, or some top-notch materials.

But I didn't find any secrets in the basement, just ordinary small courtyards.

Until I saw these ancient books.

"Practitioners in the world, regardless of gods, immortals, demons or ghosts, all pursue resourceful cultivation methods throughout their lives, but they forget that there are other equally valuable things. After all, they fall short."

Ancient books are not made of paper, but come in various materials and shapes.

Animal skins, bamboo slips, jade charms, animal bones, etc.

"It's a pity that these ancient books came a little late. It would be great if they came earlier. Maybe this is fate..."

The little hand tapped on the bookshelf one after another, and selected the oldest-looking animal bone that was engraved with dragon language characters.

"It turned out to be a dragon bone..."

As soon as he touched the animal bones, he knew they were dragon bones, with restrained charm. Bai Yujun could tell this clearly.

"It's a ruthless dragon. It uses its bones as a book. It's ruthless."

Open the window.

I sat in front of my desk with my keel in my hand, looking at the peaceful scenery outside the window and taking a deep breath.

His eyes were slightly closed, and when he opened them again, his pupils were vertical. In an instant, the dragon language characters carved on the dragon bones seemed to come alive in his eyes. The original chaos turned into layers of massive records. Each character seemed to describe many, many dragon languages.

Naturally, only dragons can understand the text.

Outside the house, the pear blossoms were still like snow, and a piece of white petals floated slowly into the house and landed on the table, bringing in the fragrance of the pear blossoms.

Bai Yujun temporarily put aside his indifference and hatred and read quietly.

I can't reach the ground when I sit on a chair, and my legs are dangling randomly.

The long white-scaled dragon's tail is coiled on the ground, and occasionally the tip of the tail will sway slightly.

Midsummer wind, blue sky and white clouds.

Looking at the window from the outside, Bai Yujun is sitting and reading, her beautiful eyebrows occasionally wrinkled and sometimes stretched. The big trees outside the courtyard gate are dotted with shade, and the pendants hanging in the house are tinkling.

The content recorded in the dragon bone is incredible, recording the creation of the world learned from various sources.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the dragon bone is used to engrave it. Ordinary objects may not be able to withstand it.

It is very different from all the legends known so far, and feels more real. The ancestor of the dragon clan reveals his desire to witness the creation of the world with his own eyes. Bai Yujun agrees very much, and he also wants to see it.

Know how to create the world, even if it is not complete.

It's strange, I can't explain it, and my level of cultivation has improved unknowingly.

"Hey~ It's interesting."

I was shocked that reading can actually bring about progress. It's amazing, and it also proves that at least a considerable part of the ancient text is true.

These records are incredibly huge.

Dragon language writing is only suitable for dragons to master and use. The reason is very simple. Both the text and the content require a strong enough brain to support reading and understanding. The content contained in the creation of the world makes Bai Yujun's huge dragon brain run at high speed...

…

Bai Yujun cherishes this rare opportunity.

The inheritance of the mythical beast dragon clan does not involve meaningless pretense and condescension.

Some are all kinds of things he has seen and heard since the birth of the Dragon Clan, describing in detail the myths and legends seen by others, as if he had witnessed them with his own eyes. Everything can bring understanding and improvement to Bai Yujun. By analogy, many questions that he usually does not understand can be answered.

Got the answer.

The creation of the sky, the creation of the earth, the ancient gods.

In thousands of years, Bai Yujun received such a huge dragon clan inheritance for the first time.
Chapter completed!