Don’t Provoke the Turtle

Chapter 120: Leopard King

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Ge Laodao said nothing. He panted for a long time before transmitting his voice: "It really is a script. I have become a leopard monster in the woods ten miles away!"

"Isn't that good?" Taoist Qinghe asked in confusion. Wouldn't it be easier to interact with the dragon turtle? Why did he hear some arrogance in Taoist Ge's tone

Ge Laodao panted for a few times before sending a voice message: "Then tell me, why do leopards have leopard kings like lions? The leopard king also has a harem!"

At this moment in the illusion, Ge Laodao was facing an eight-headed female leopard in estrus and was at a loss as to what to do.

Taoist Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and stopped talking. His beard twitched, and he wanted to laugh but held it back.

I wonder how good Brother Ge is in the illusion? If he is a low-level demon, he probably can't beat the leopards, right

He wanted to make a joke, but at this moment a huge thought came from nowhere and suddenly exploded above Dongyun Mountain.

Su Huanian, dressed in white, stood above the battlefield as a translucent incarnation of his thoughts. His gaze fell on the eight statues of the Great Ming King, carving them into his eyes one by one.

Senior Brother Ge, Junior Sister Yu, Senior Brother Qiao…

She pointed at them one by one, and her eyes finally fell on Feng Yiju.

Without saying a word, she just looked at him quietly, neither angry nor sad, just looking at him quietly.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

The lower battle zone could not sense it and was still fighting, but the upper battle zones stopped one after another.

Especially at the top floor, everyone knew what happened to Feng Yaya, and at this moment there was an eerie silence.

It cannot be hidden. Su Huanian is at the second step into heaven, and he can tell what happened at a glance.

Feng Yiju slowly closed his eyes. He didn't know where Su Huanian's incarnation came from. There were too many possibilities. Su Huanian was born and raised in Qingyuan. Perhaps a leaf carried her consciousness.

So after breaking the Qingyuan Mountain Protection Array that day, Feng Yiju took the opportunity to make changes and immediately added the suppression of Su Huanian's spiritual thoughts, but he didn't expect that there would be some fish that slipped through the net.

Several statues of the Great Ming King remained motionless, without speaking a word, without explaining or concealing, and they just kept their heads down and remained motionless.

Su Huanian looked at Feng Yiju, as if chatting with him normally, and said calmly, "From now on, we will have nothing to do with each other."

With a swing of the sword, a strand of black hair was cut off.

Feng Yi Ju did not respond, not even his breathing was disordered, he did not hear or move.

The incarnation of Su Huanian's thoughts was shattered.

In the Yaoguang world, the ancestral land of the Hechuan tribe, a blue bird flew over Su Huanian's head. It was chirping non-stop, but suddenly it fell silent.

The soul beast is in telepathic communication with its master, and it already knows what happened in Qingyuan Sect.

I opened my mouth but didn't know how to speak.

I just watched Su Huanian looking in the direction of Qing Yuan, standing there quietly. After an unknown amount of time, a tear rolled down his cheek.

A sixty-year cycle... sixty years! Yaya had been in a coma from time to time since she was born. It was possible that her essence had been stolen for sixty years.

Right under her eyelids, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't stop crying.

It turns out that sixty years ago, Yaya had made a great medicine!

My heart aches!

A strand of black hair at the temple turned into white hair.

"Bluebird, follow me on the flying boat, up the Liuguang River, back to Qingyuan."

"But that is the Liuguang River controlled by the Fenghuang World." The blue bird was overwhelmed.

"Then kill them back."

Su Huanian raised her white hand lightly, and her green jade fingers tapped on the "protective" green energy repeatedly. She could feel that the dragon turtle was still calling her, again and again.

In the illusion of the dragon turtle, there is her!

He sent another thought into the illusion, asking the dragon turtle to take Yaya away immediately.

In the illusion of Xuanqing Temple, time passed quickly. Midsummer had long passed and it was already late autumn. Su He emerged from the lake holding a grass carp in his mouth, put the fish on the bluestone and looked at Su Huanian: "How about... some sashimi?"

"Why?" Su Huanian opened his eyes and looked at him.

After being together for a long time, Su Huanian started to pay more attention to Su He. It was not like before when he would not reply to any of the four or five questions he asked.

Su He said awkwardly: "It's nutritious, I can gain a little weight."

"I'm thin?" Su Huanian asked.

Su He's eyes passed over her body and lingered on her chest for a moment: "She will definitely not lose weight in the future, but she is a little bit now."

Turtles do have spirituality, but it is not true that they can predict whether one will be fat or thin in the future. Besides, being fat or thin does not affect one's cultivation, so why should one care? Su Huanian shook her head gently. She still did not like meat.

"Are you going to hibernate soon?"

Su He felt melancholy in his heart. Although he had already started practicing, his turtle nature was still there. These days, his instinct drove him to keep hunting and storing energy. The temperature dropped, and the hibernation time was coming.

"Where will you go after I hibernate?"

Su Huanian shook his head: "I don't know. Maybe he will live here, or visit famous mountains and rivers to find fellow practitioners."

"Will you come again next year?"

“I don’t know.”

Then he won't hibernate. Su He sank into the water, the water temperature dropped, and his movements became slower.

He caught a few fish and shrimps, and swam slowly to the surface of the water. He saw that Su Huanian had already cut up the grass carp on the bluestone and placed it on a plate, and was tasting it in small sips with vinegar and mustard.

The turtle was happy.

This mustard was exchanged for the silver that a peddler who passed by the day before had picked up from the bottom of the lake.

Unfortunately, when the peddler heard the huge turtle talking, he tremblingly put down all the mustard, and fled with the goods without even taking the silver.

Su He was very hurt.

As time went by, the white-haired old man from Su Huanian's house came several times. Su He didn't like him. Every time he came, he would praise Feng Buyi in front of Su Huanian.

Su He really couldn't understand what this old man was thinking. His daughter was already a nun, and her lifespan and means were beyond ordinary people's imagination. Why was she still obsessed with her promise and wanted to marry a fairy to a mortal

Don’t you know that there have been no good scholars since ancient times

Such an old man couldn't understand this? The old man's kung fu was not low, Su He felt that even he might not be able to beat this old man now. The old man once broke a huge stone as big as a millstone in front of him with one punch.

It was a complete deterrence by force. Su He couldn't figure it out. He hadn't revealed anything in front of the old man, and the old man seemed to be on guard against him.

She was on guard, but she took it for granted that he was being used. Every time he came, Su He would go down to the lake to catch a few carps for him. Sometimes he would even send them back home. He lived in the town ahead, where he had a martial arts school and lived a semi-secluded life.

When the old man came again, it was snowing lightly, and thin ice began to appear on the lake. Su He rarely went into the water. He had not eaten for two days, and he was relying on his willpower to stay alive until he hibernated.

The old man sang and danced happily here all day long, because he had news from the capital that Feng Buyi had been awarded the third place in the imperial examination and would be returning home in glory soon.

Su He felt that they were bragging. How could the imperial examination be held in this season

Can’t even grind the ink

When the old man left, the weather became colder.

Su He looked at Su Huanian and said, "Can I hibernate in your hut this year?"

(End of this chapter)