The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the water, making it glow red and gold. The shadows of lotus leaves and stems sway in the water, making it look like a secluded forest.
Su He's entire turtle lay limp on the bottom of the pond. The base of his tail on his left hind leg was torn by an otter and his skin and flesh were exposed. The smell of blood caused the fish and shrimp in the pond to go crazy. Fortunately, the bleeding has stopped and the wound is now a little white.
The otter next to him was completely dead, and the back of his neck was bitten by Su He, a large piece of flesh and blood.
This time, it was Su He Laoliu who made a sneak attack and clamped down on the fate of the otter, making it unable to use its agile skills. He also drowned the otter with his superior ability to hold his breath.
I’m very lucky and very capable, but what about next time?
The wolf king can catch ten otters if he can catch one otter in his mouth, but Su He cannot defeat two otters.
Turtles have never been a warlike species. The tortoise is more about patience and is good at retracting into its shell to avoid danger.
But the turtle shell cannot stop the otter. The otter knows how to attack the limbs of the turtle. When the turtle shell is retracted, it becomes a walnut, and when it is smashed open, it becomes a delicious food.
This pond is too small. If four or five otters are allowed in, there will be no place for them to escape.
We have to find a way out.
A tortoise without long-term worries must have short-term worries. Either kill the wolf king and drive away the wolves, or find a retreat that can make it invincible.
I am still too weak!
He was too young, Su He had been reincarnated for less than two years, and his growth to the size of a basin was all due to the power of dice. The turtles that were born in the same batch as him and survived by luck were only about the size of a hand.
As long as he is given another two years to grow to the size of a manhole cover, he can be unscrupulous. Even if a crocodile bites it, it will break all the teeth in its mouth.
Dig a hole!
Dig a hole and seal the entrance with a stone slab, try to grab a few more giant salamander fish, then get into the hole and grow slowly.
If you're lucky, if you lose five or six points by grabbing a red carp, it might soon grow to the size of a manhole cover.
Su He lurked under the water and found a good spot to dig a hole. It was hidden among the lotus bushes and was full of plant roots. By holding the soil tightly, he could dig a huge cave without fear of collapse under the pressure of the water. After drilling in, dig out the soil above, and a big stone will fall down to cover the entrance of the hole.
Not to mention that the otter couldn't get in, even if Su He wanted to get out, he would have to dig out the mud behind his back and make a new hole.
Otters have closed nostrils in the water, making it impossible to smell and find him. If there is too much movement, Su He will be woken up. Turtles have very keen hearing.
After Su He made a plan, he plunged into the bottom of the pond, waved his claws to break through the mud, and started digging.
The sky gradually darkened, and the bottom of the water was the first to fall into darkness. The sounds of wolves howling one after another, pairs of eyes glowing green in the darkness, and the violent atmosphere was particularly permeable.
Su He huddled at the bottom of the pool and couldn't see it. He was digging a hole.
Fifty miles away, on an inconspicuous island on Tinghai Lake, a sword light fell and transformed into an old man and a young man. A sloppy old Taoist priest and a corner boy.
The boy held a bronze mirror in his hand and looked at the flickering light spots on it. He was somewhat discouraged and said, "Master, I heard that there are eighteen demon-transforming fruits growing in Haihu Lake, and they are all colorless fruits."
He put away the mirror and showed a bit of envy: "Grandmaster, when do you think our Qingyuan Mountain will be able to grow the green demon-transforming fruit?"
Yesterday, I followed the Patriarch to meet Taoist Priest Qinghe of Xuanqing Temple. A green fruit grew on their territory and was eaten by the old mastiff that had been raised in the sect for more than ten years. The two little Taoist boys were showing off in front of him.
It was as if they were the ones who ate the fruit.
Tong'er's eyes flickered: "Master, do you think it's possible that our Qingyuan Realm Demon Transformation Fruit has produced red fruits, and we missed it?"
This precious mirror can only view colorless and cyan demon fruits. What about the legendary red fruits?
The sloppy old man took a bite of the big chicken drumstick, and his mouth was full of oil: "How dare you think about it, little kid! Every sixty years when a star falls, the Demon Transformation Fruit falls from the sky to the ground and is born. It takes sixty years to become an ordinary fruit. It takes 3,600 years for a green fruit to appear. A red fruit has never appeared. It is only speculated that it may be produced after more than ten or two hundred thousand years. There is no such thing as a fruit. Is it true that the Qingyuan Sect can hold it?"
This place belongs to Qingyuan Gate. The pond where Su He is located and the Tinghai Lake, which is a hundred miles in radius, are no exception.
The old Taoist gave Tong'er an idea: "If you think about all the things that you don't have, you might as well think about how to make the roast chicken more delicious. Once you've cooked it, I'll reward you with three melons and two dates, which will be enough for you to show off for half a lifetime!"
"Go! Look around and see if the turtle boy is here. The old man will be here on July 7 as promised."
Last year the old man got very drunk and talked nonsense. On this small island, I preached to a group of fish bastards for three days. Three days later, when I woke up from the drunkenness, I discovered that there was actually a turtle here listening attentively.
After a while, the turtle was so spiritual that it actually thanked him as if it had become wise.
The old Taoist was overjoyed and wanted to take it away directly. But it can't bear to cut off its opportunity to transform into a demon. The starfall is coming once in sixty years, and all beasts from all over the world have the opportunity to transform into demons. If you take it away, you will ruin this opportunity.
There are regulations in the cultivation world that humans are not allowed to participate in the competition for the Demon Transformation Fruit.
The old Taoist agreed to visit it again on the seventh day of July this year when the lotus flowers are in full bloom. If it is lucky enough to swallow the demon-transforming fruit, it will take it back to Professor Haosheng. If it is still a beast, keep it as a pet.
Today is July 7th.
The boy climbed up and looked around. There are schools of fish in the sparkling lake, small turtles swimming as gracefully as if they are flying, and water birds soaring leisurely. Only the little turtle that the Patriarch loved was missing.
Searched carefully and still couldn't find it. The turtle broke the appointment.
The Patriarch was probably stupid. No matter how spiritual the turtle was, how could it understand the agreement when it couldn't gain wisdom without taking the Demon Transformation Fruit?
He ran down the small mound and shouted as he ran: "Master, Master, are you stupid? You and the turtle agreed that the lotus will be in full bloom on July 7th. How does it know when it is July 7th? This year, Master Su Fighting with others has caused spring and summer to come late around Qingyuan Mountain, and the lotus flowers haven't bloomed yet!"
The sloppy old man suddenly froze, holding a chicken butt in his mouth with a look of shock on his face.
I am a wise man who has made a mistake despite all my considerations.
He sighed and said: "This is no fate!"
I have specially set aside time to come here today. I have to go to Sanhe Wasteland in the middle of the night to host the opening of this year's wasteland. It is impossible to wait for the lotus flowers to bloom.
This lotus flower can't be open for at least a month?
The old Taoist picked two lotus leaves, carefully wrapped the half-eaten roast chicken and stuffed it into his arms. He stood up and held out the fairy sword.
Tong'er blinked: "Master, are you going to break your promise? Aren't you going to look for that little turtle?"
With my experienced magical powers, I can find it at a glance, right?
"Bah!" The old Taoist snorted and raised his head arrogantly: "It's the one who came to me. Is it okay for me to look for it?"
Who is a seeker? Who is the evangelist? Isn't it possible that the turtle son went through all kinds of hardships and ninety-nine and seventy-two difficulties to prostrate himself in front of the old Taoist and sincerely bow to him?
Master is so arrogant!
The boy's eyes rolled: "Then what if...that little turtle's luck is so bad that he eats the green demon fruit?"
The green fruit can shape a demon genius with great talent.
The old Taoist snorted disdainfully: "So what?" Who can practice to this level and not be a genius?
"What if I eat red fruit?"
The old Taoist fooled Tong'er to the point of collapse. What is this little head fantasizing about every day? What happened to the red fruit? Red fruit is amazing? A fruit that only exists in legends, would I care about it?
Is it possible that he needs an experienced Taoist to kneel down and teach him the Dharma? The worst case scenario is to have a bloody fight with other sects, snatch them over and accept them as teachers, and let the old man accept a closed disciple.
The old man couldn't bear the luck of being able to eat red fruits. Anyway, the old man's bones were rotten, so he was not afraid.
The old Taoist lightly stomped his feet on the ground, then he took the little boy and jumped onto the sword and flew straight into the sky.
The wind blew, and the stone he stamped on shattered to the ground, revealing a stone turtle statue in the center that had been chopped with an axe. The turtle stretched its limbs and stretched its neck, closed its eyes slightly and looked at the bright moon, taking in its breath.
The old Taoist Gong took part in creation, and the turtle carved out of just one foot actually contained a set of breathing techniques.
The breeze blows through the stone turtle's nostrils, just like the turtle's breathing, which may be long or short, rapid or slow...
At this moment, Su He was digging a hole in a small pond fifty miles away.
