The mythical beasts usually habitually walk around the north.
The main reason is that there is basically no need to explain, because Xuanwu lives here.
There are very few places in the north that need help, because Xuanwu is born with more helpers than others, so most of the beasts go around Xuanwu's jurisdiction.
Because they were basically called baby by Mrs. Snake.
But there is no way, who made Xuanwu come old, and he was a great hero in ancient times, helping the camel to cross the sky.
Even now, Xuanwu is still shouldering a very arduous task, and he can be regarded as a highly respected senior.
With such a credit, basically no one will offend Xuanwu. After all, if he offends him, he will not be able to beat him, and he will be devastated by backlash.
The black turtle is actually okay, but the snake really likes children. In his spare time, he loves making all kinds of toys that amuse children by hand. He is also an expert in children's education and psychology in human society.
Gu Bai hugged the huge life-size teddy bear and didn't dare to let go.
And Si Yiming got out of the pile of fluffy stuff, his face was not very good, but when he touched the gentle smile on Mrs. Spirit Snake's beautiful face, he silently held back.
Respect the old, Mr. Si thought.
"I told Xuan Gui." Si Yiming took the doll that Gu Bai was holding and put it aside, put his hands on Gu Bai's shoulders, "Bring a helper."
Mrs. Ling Snake looked at Gu Bai, she recognized at a glance that this was a growing cub.
The smile on her face was full of maternal light: "That little baby painted by Hualing?"
Gu Bai: "..."
Can't be called a baby.
Si Yiming nodded and sold his teammates quickly: "It's this kid."
The cub's attraction to the spirit snake is very strong. At least a small cub is placed in front of the spirit snake. They don't even know that the adult beasts are tens of thousands of years old. They will basically not arouse any interest in her.
Mrs. Ling Snake looked extremely happy, and Gu Bai was often taken care of by the majority of women because of this baby face. Although she could not bear her enthusiasm at the moment, she was not at the point where she wanted to hide.
Si Yiming swept the house and asked Mrs. Ling Snake, "Where's Xuan Turtle?"
"Going to Nether." The snake replied, and then happily dragged Gu Bai to the refrigerator and asked him what he wanted to eat.
Xuanwu's house was built behind the Crouching Turtle Mountain. It was a large European-style villa with a very warm architectural style. It had three floors. The first floor was for guests, the second floor was for living, and the third floor was all Mrs. Snake's studio.
Xuan Gui has no time to go out to work, and he can't even use his identity in human society.
Because since ancient times, after the camel over the sky, in modern times, Xuanwu has always guarded the netherworld.
What is Netherworld
It is the entrance to the underworld. When the Netherworld is open, the specific performance is actually very obvious and visible to the naked eye - it is the phenomenon that humans call the aurora.
Xuanwu occasionally extradite souls part-time, but overall he was very busy.
However, because Xuanwu is two divine beasts that are one and the same, even if it is necessary to guard the Netherworld, there is rarely any shortage of manpower in the north.
At this moment, Xuan Gui has gone to guard the ghost, and it is estimated that it is time for the ghost to open up to accept the souls of the dead.
Si Yiming watched as Gu Bai was fed a bunch of spirit fruit by Madam Ling Snake lovingly, and his cheeks were puffed up like a squirrel. He cleared his throat and said loudly, "Can you trouble Madam to take out the portrait?"
The front foot was still calling out to Mrs. Ling Snake of Si Yiming's baby, but at this moment, she uttered a "tsk" in disgust, and turned her head upstairs to get the picture scroll.
Gu Bai breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly chewed everything in his mouth, swallowed it, and ran back to the living room with a look of the rest of his life.
"Eat slowly." Si Yiming patted him on the back, "Go back and get the portrait, and see if there is anything that needs to be revised in the draft."
Gu Bai nodded: "Okay."
He took out the sketchbook where he had made a rough draft, and took out the pencil.
Si Yiming had told him before on the way here that the place where he needed to paint was a stone tablet that Xuanwu once carried for a long time.
It's not too big, two meters wide and high, and it doesn't take long.
Gu Bai looked at the draft on the sketchbook, and suddenly realized that the Pixiu and White Tiger pictures he had drawn before were also part of this series.
Gu Bai tilted his head to look at Si Yiming, hesitated for a while, and then quietly asked, "Mr. Si, what's the use of drawing these...?"
Si Yiming paused, without any intention of concealing it, and replied, "It's just to make up for the formation."
Divine Land has a formation that has been handed down since ancient times. Its main purpose is to filter out evil spirits and keep out the natural disasters.
Evil spirits are the spirits of evil spirits generated by human beings themselves, and the natural disasters that destroy the top are real events.
The so-called natural disaster of extinction is the great flood that exists in all the legends of the gods in the world and will destroy the whole world.
This is a crisis that unnatural creatures around the world have been very aware of since ancient times, and have conveyed this crisis to human beings. Therefore, in almost all cultural myths and legends, the appearance rate of the Great Flood is quite high.
But each family has their own methods. For example, Huaguo's side relies on the huge array that has been handed down from that time.
In the era when the spiritual energy is gradually fading, the main points of the formation must be guarded by divine beasts with corresponding attributes, suppressing evil energy and natural disasters at the same time.
But in addition to the suppression, the mythical beasts occasionally ran out to catch those alien beasts, especially in the past few hundred years, when the evil spirits have spread so much, the mythical beasts are even more incapable of being cloned.
To ask Gu Bai for help, that is, to make up for the formation and make the beasts more relaxed.
At the same time, the proliferation of evil spirits also means that there must be something wrong with this large formation. The population explosion is indeed one reason, but the formation must also be a little wrong.
But this matter has to wait until a group of divine beasts gather together to ponder and discuss.
Si Yiming and the beasts dared to delay so easily, because they did not dare to leave their jurisdiction easily.
If it was really a big problem, Bai Ze would have jumped back like his butt was on fire. After all, every time something happened, the first person to get the future revelation was this benevolent beast who knew everything in the world.
Si Yiming was still quite at ease. He looked up at Mrs. Ling Snake who was holding the picture scroll, took the picture scroll thrown over by the other party at will, and handed it to Gu Bai.
The stone tablet is standing on the edge of the rockery in the yard. If you don't look carefully, you can't find that it is a stone tablet. It is almost integrated with the rockery.
Gu Bai walked into the yard, and after checking the material and the smoothness as usual, he obediently returned to the house and began to ponder the portrait.
In fact, if you can see that the main body is the best, it must be said that Gu Bai's most self-satisfying picture so far is the Pixiu picture.
But it would be a little rude to ask Gu Bai to tell Madam Ling Snake that he wanted to see her body.
Mr. Zhai said that for monsters, the ontology is actually a very taboo topic.
When Gu Bai was studying the stele, Si Yiming turned his head and went to the car to take the painting tools that Gu Bai brought this time—as well as the extraordinary paints that he swept from the monster market.
Among the monsters, there are also those who pursue elegance. In terms of calligraphy and painting, they may not necessarily lose to ordinary humans. These natural self-made paints that have a bit of aura in themselves cannot be bought in human society.
Mrs. Ling Snake watched Gu Bai carrying his easel and struggling to find a place where he could sit down and write drafts. Without hesitation, she took Gu Bai to her own studio on the third floor, and made a space for Gu Bai. White painting.
Gu Bai is very focused when he draws, and Si Yiming knows this better than anyone else.
He gestured to Mrs. Snake with a motherly look, and the two walked downstairs.
Si Yiming said straight to the point: "Can you distinguish Gu Bai's body?"
When Mrs. Ling Snake heard this question, she frowned and looked at Si Yiming in disapproval.
Xuanwu is one of the few existences that Si Yiming can show respect. Although Mrs. Spirit Snake's character and hobbies are hard to describe, she is a senior who deserves respect and admiration, which is indelible.
Compared to Bai Ze and Gu Lang who didn't know when they would come back, Si Yiming felt that it might be quicker to ask Xuanwu for help.
"Gu Bai's situation is rather special, he himself doesn't know what he is." Si Yiming explained the relationship between Gu Lang and Gu Bai a little, and then said, "But I think his aura is a bit special, and it has a kind of long-term familiarity.”
Xuanwu lived longer than Si Yiming. Since the creation of the Pangu Falling Road, Xuanwu has existed.
The longer you live, the more you will have the chance to encounter anything.
Even if the spirits that are born to raise do not know their own nature, it is not a particularly surprising event here in Xuanwu.
Mrs. Ling Snake heard Si Yiming's doubts, she sat on the sofa, closed her eyes and thought for a while: "It's really familiar, and it smells a bit like the atmosphere of the Great Desolation."
Si Yiming heard Mrs. Ling Snake's words, and asked again, "Can you remember the specifics?"
"It's the smell of the Great Desolation." Madam Ling Snake turned her head to look at him and teased, "Why do you care about this little brat?"
Si Yiming paused and felt that the meaning of Mrs. Ling Snake's words was a little off.
He curled his fingers uncomfortably and explained, "I'm worried if he's like Bai Ze..."
It would be bad if there was something wrong with the painting spirit like Bai Ze.
"So you still care about him." Mrs. Ling Snake looked at Si Yiming strangely, "I've never seen you care about anyone before."
Si Yiming wanted to say that caring about cubs is not a normal thing.
Mrs. Snake blocked him back before he could speak: "You didn't care about other cubs before."
"… "
Si Yiming was silent for a while, and finally said with a bit of suffocation: "Because this is the first cub who has seen me fight but was not scared away."
Lady Snake:…
Oh.
Then you are miserable.
The author has something to say: Si Yiming: No fucking talk.