The inner sight searched the mind-aperture divine turtle inch by inch.
The dragon head, turtle body, and dragon tail are really like the dragon turtle in myths and legends. It would be more like a dragon turtle if it carried a stone tablet on its back.
But Su He couldn't see anything. There was no inheritance and no skills. The dragon turtle was like a black jade statue, untouchable.
Su He was patient and watched quietly.
On the river bank, Xia Dali looked at Su He who was shrinking into a turtle shell and swimming down the water. He thought for a moment and broke off a branch. With a slight tap, the branch turned into a wooden kite and flew into the distance.
In any case, the Qingyuan Sect is biased today. Except for Mrs. Su, everyone including the leader owes this turtle an explanation.
In particular, everyone in the Palace of Eternal Life was too eager to take the opportunity to set restrictions on the turtles.
Perhaps the turtle's intelligence was still lacking and he failed to see it. But this lack cannot be permanent. Maybe a hundred years or a thousand years, the turtle will always have its wisdom expanded. At that time, if he recalls everything today, he may feel resentful towards the Qingyuan Sect.
If you make mistakes, correct them and give you the compensation you deserve.
Uncle Ge, as the oldest monk in the Beast Control Valley who practices the Transformation of Beasts, his second body is a turtle.
He has great affection for turtles. He saw a spiritual turtle at Tinghai Lake last summer, and he started thinking of taking a disciple. It took him a year to create a set of turtle exercises, just in time to compensate the turtle.
Law enforcement hall, prison town.
In an ordinary prison, Lu Ming, dressed in bloody clothes, quietly looked at Qiao Ling who was escorted in and imprisoned in the prison, his expression calm and neither angry nor angry.
A small insect on his collar whispered to him what was happening outside.
Qiao Ling was imprisoned in the Gobi desert. She knocked on the wall and smiled at Lu Ming through the cage window: "I lost!"
Lu Ming shook his head: "You're so stupid! That's not how you kill a turtle."
"Huh?" Qiao Ling tilted her head, waiting for him to finish.
"To deal with that turtle, we can't take action directly. It's a divine beast. How can we just let it go if it dies unexpectedly? Even if you succeed today, you still can't escape the sect's investigation."
"To kill it, we can only use the power of the entire sect, let the sect rules and the leader implement them, so that no one will doubt it."
Moreover, it is a mythical beast! Why kill?
Wouldn't it be better to accept it as your natal animal?
In the past few days in the prison, Lu Ming's attention to Su He did not decrease even a little bit. Junior brothers from outside kept using little bugs to pass in news.
He thought the turtle was too simple before!
In just over a month, he was able to grow from the Eight Immortals Table to a size larger than a millstone, and even grew dragon scales. This was definitely not something that could be achieved by swallowing half of a white tiger.
That turtle's bloodline may be purer than everyone imagined.
It is impossible for a divine beast with a certain level of bloodline to be adopted as a natal beast, at least not by conventional means.
Divine beasts cannot be humiliated.
The natal beast just has a nice name, but is it actually not a beast slave or a beast pet? In name, the natal beast and its master share weal and woe, seemingly equal, but if the master dies, the natal beast will die. If the natal beast dies, the master will still have a chance to come back.
You can even avoid harm.
If fate is not equal, how can we speak of fairness?
Divine beasts cannot be humiliated and cannot be accepted as natal beasts, unless the sacred beast is incomplete - Yuan Ling!
Monks have souls, and mythical beasts have souls, pretty much the same thing. It's just that the divine beast is slightly special. It cannot leave the body, but it is not afraid of the strong wind.
The intact soul resists all surrender. Moreover, the turtle belongs to Su Huanian, and no one can easily handle it.
Only by letting the turtle make a mistake first can the leader have the opportunity to gather the strength of the whole sect and put a ban on its Yuanling.
The mythical beast cannot be insulted, and the turtle will definitely resist. At this time, with a little guidance and help, the turtle can cooperate to break up the small piece of contaminated soul.
Lu Ming can take advantage of the opportunity and sneak in.
Of course, it would be best to let the turtle whose spirit was damaged swallow his original natal beast, the white tiger, so that the aura of the white tiger can be completely integrated into the turtle. Then Lu Ming can use the formation to turn the turtle into his natal beast.
These methods are not available in the Beast Control Valley, but they are included in the inheritance he received!
The little bug on the shoulder interjected doubtfully: "Senior brother, how do you deal with a divine turtle according to the sect's rules?"
Lu Ming was not the first true successor of the Beast Controlling Valley, but he could become the number one true successor of the Beast Controlling Valley. How could he not have some tricks and a few die-hard loyalists? This little bug used special methods to contact his junior brothers outside who were loyal to him.
Lu Ming smiled and said: "It is natural that the mythical beast should have privileges. Small mistakes will naturally not be punished, but if the crime is big enough and the person offended is strong enough, the leader will definitely not miss the opportunity to put a ban on the mythical beast."
If it weren't for Su Huanian's existence, the leader would have taken the opportunity to put a ban on it today. Even if he knew it was unjust, the most he could do was to redress it after placing the ban, apologize in person, and promise never to use the ban.
But the ban will never be lifted again.
"Who?" Xiao Chong asked curiously.
"Elder Ge!"
Qiao Ling thought for a while: "The patriarch of your Beast Control Valley, the elder whose second body is a turtle?"
"Not bad!" Lu Ming said with a bit of a smile on his face: "Elder Ge is addicted to alcohol and is extremely stingy. I heard that he spent a year last year to create the Taoism of turtles. Do you think if this turtle What should I do if I break into Elder Ge's dojo and steal the secret book?"
Hearing the theft secrets, Xiao Chong'er shivered subconsciously: "Yes, will he be beaten to death?"
The most important thing in practicing a sect and being a wealthy couple is this Dharma. This is the foundation of the sect's inheritance. Stealing secrets is a capital offense in any sect!
Lu Ming shook his head: "It won't die because it is a divine beast! But the leader will definitely not let this opportunity go."
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Outside the boundary of Qingyuan, in a special space in the Dongyun Mountains to the west of Anyang City, a slovenly old Taoist held a wine gourd and gnawed on the butt of a chicken. He suddenly waved his hand and grabbed a small wooden kite in the air.
The wooden kite made a low chirping sound.
This is the special sound transmission method of Qingyuan Sect's Royal Beast Valley. Even if the wooden kite is intercepted, no one can decipher the bird's song.
The little Taoist boy next to the sloppy old Taoist blinked and asked curiously: "Grandmaster, is this the message from the leader? What did he say? When will we be transferred back?"
As soon as the Patriarch received Mu Yuan, his expression was very strange. What happened? It's a pity that he can't understand the bird song of the wooden kite.
The sloppy old Taoist had a weird look on his face, has our Qingyuan Sect stabbed the turtle's nest? He only discovered a very spiritual little turtle last year, and this year another turtle with the descendant of the God Turtle appeared?
Or an extremely smart turtle?
If it weren't for the huge difference in body shape, I would have thought it was his little turtle that came to him.
The sloppy old Taoist took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Your first master uncle wants me to pass on the turtle breath longevity secret."
The childish face of Tao Tong became colorful. Do you want the Patriarch to teach you Taoism? Is the leader out of his mind?
When had Grandmaster ever been so generous?
The founder had been regretting for several days that he had left a stone turtle that contained 30% of the magic power for the little turtle who had broken the promise. What good thing could the first master think of?
"Does the Patriarch want to reply to him and reject him?" After all, he is the leader, so I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to just ignore him, right?
The sloppy old Taoist waved his hand: "Why refuse? The boss promised a lot of remuneration. It's not too much for the old Taoist to earn extra money, right?"
"However, the Tao should not be taught lightly. The Secret of Turtle Breath and Longevity is in our courtyard. Let the turtle break through the formation. If he can get through the three-level formation, give him the Tao. If he can't get through, you can't blame me, right?"
The sloppy old man took out a token from his arms, threw it into the sky, and the token turned into a golden light and flew away.
Law enforcement hall, prison town.
Lu Ming looked serious and said to Xiao Chong: "Remember, Elder Ge's dojo is a three-entry courtyard. Once you enter a group of spells, the first two arrays do not kill people. They are used by Elder Ge to warn the disciples who enter by mistake. Even then It's no big deal if the turtle breaks in, he won't be punished.
The three of you must force that turtle into the third courtyard no matter what, and that will trigger Elder Ge's true protective formation. Anyone who sneaks into this formation must have bad intentions, and the rules of the sect will not be merciful! "
Xiaochong said solemnly: "Senior brother, don't worry, you won't make any mistakes!"
Lu Ming nodded: "I believe you fellow juniors, but the formations in the first two courtyards of Elder Ge are not easy to break through. If you want to force the turtle into the third formation, you have to break through two formations. My Qiankun Bag is buried in the white tiger." There may be something useful in it, go and fetch it.”
Xiaochong did not refuse, he responded, and with a flash of light, he regained his composure. With a squeaking sound, the junior brother connected to Xiao Chong left, and Xiao Chong was just a little insect.
Lu Ming flicked the insect away with his fingers. Gobi Qiaoling had already fallen asleep. Her performance was over. If she lost, it would be Lu Ming's business next. She would just watch.
