The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the water, a bright red and golden color. The shadows of lotus leaves and stems in the water sway intertwined, like a deep forest.
Su He's entire tortoise was limp at the bottom of the pond, with the otter tearing several holes at the base of his left hind leg and the flesh all exposed. The smell of blood drove the fish and shrimp in the pond crazy. Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped, and the wound was now slightly white.
The otter next to him was completely dead, and Su He had bitten off a palm-sized piece of flesh from the back of its neck.
This time it was Su He Laoliu who launched a surprise attack, clamping the otter's fate on the juncture, making it unable to use its agility at all, and then relying on his superior breath-holding ability, he drowned the otter.
I’m very fortunate and very capable, but what about next time
If the wolf king can catch one otter, he can catch ten. But if there are only two otters, Su He will not be able to defeat them.
Turtles are not good at fighting. They are good at retreating into their shells to avoid danger.
But the turtle shell cannot stop the otter. The otter knows how to attack the turtle's limbs. Once it retracts into its shell, it is like a walnut, which is delicious when cracked open.
This pond is too small. If we let four or five otters in, they wouldn't even have anywhere to escape.
We have to find a way out.
If a tortoise does not plan for the future, it will surely have immediate worries. It can either kill the wolf king and drive out the wolf pack, or find a way to retreat that will make it invincible.
Or I am too weak!
Too young, Su He was reincarnated less than two years ago, and he was able to grow to the size of a basin only because of the luck of the dice. The little turtles that were born in the same batch as him and survived were only the size of a palm.
If he is given another two years to grow to the size of a manhole cover, he can act recklessly. Even a crocodile can break all its teeth if it bites him.
Let’s dig a hole!
Dig a hole and seal the entrance with stone slabs, try to grab a few more giant salamanders and let them crawl into the hole and grow slowly.
If you are lucky enough, you can grab a red carp and throw five or six points. Maybe it will grow to the size of a manhole cover soon.
Su He dived underwater and found a perfect spot to dig a hole. It was hidden among the lotuses, and there were plant roots everywhere, which held the soil tightly. He could dig a huge cave without worrying about it collapsing under the pressure of the pond water. After drilling in and cutting through the soil layer above, huge rocks would fall down and cover the hole.
Not to mention that the otters couldn't get in, even if Su He wanted to get out, he would have to dig up the mud behind him and make a new hole.
Otters have their nostrils closed in the water, so it is impossible to smell and find him. If the noise is too loud, Su He will be woken up. Turtles have very sharp hearing.
After Su He made his plan, he dived into the bottom of the pool, waved his claws to break through the mud and began to dig.
The sky gradually darkened, and the bottom of the water was the first to fall into darkness. The howling of wolves could be heard one after another. Pairs of eyes glowed green in the darkness, and the violent atmosphere was particularly creepy.
Su He was hiding at the bottom of the pond and could not be seen. He was digging a hole.
Fifty miles away, on an inconspicuous island on Tinghai Lake, a sword light fell and transformed into two people, an old man and a young boy. A sloppy old Taoist priest and a topless boy.
The boy held a bronze mirror in his hand, looked at the flickering light on it, and said somewhat disappointedly: "Master, there are a total of eighteen demon-transforming fruits growing in Tinghai Lake, and they are all colorless fruits."
He put away the mirror and showed a bit of envy: "Ancestor, when do you think our Qingyuan Mountain will be able to grow green demon-transforming fruits?"
Yesterday, I followed the master to meet Taoist Qinghe of Xuanqing Temple. A green fruit grew in their land and was eaten by an old mastiff that had been raised in the sect for more than ten years. The two little Taoist boys showed off in front of him.
It was as if they were the ones who ate the fruit.
Tong'er's eyes twinkled: "Grandmaster, do you think it's possible that the demon fruit in our Qingyuan realm has produced red fruit and we missed it?"
This magic mirror can only see colorless and green demon fruits, what about the legendary red fruit
The sloppy old Taoist took a bite of a chicken leg, his mouth full of oil. "You are quite bold, little brat! Once every sixty years, a star falls, and a demon fruit falls from the sky to the ground. It takes sixty years to become an ordinary fruit, and three thousand six hundred years to have a green fruit. The red fruit has never appeared, but it is speculated that it may be produced after a gestation period of 100,000 or 200,000 years. It is said that such a fruit does not exist. If it really exists, can our Qingyuan Sect protect it?"
The entire area within a radius of ten thousand miles belongs to the Qingyuan Sect. The pond where Su He is and the Tinghai Lake within a radius of a hundred miles are no exception.
The old Taoist gave the boy a slap on the head and said, "Instead of thinking about those trivial things, you might as well think about how to make the roast chicken more delicious. If you do it well, I will reward you with three melons and two dates, which will be enough for you to show off for half your life!"
"Go! Look around to see if the turtle has come. The Taoist priest has come as promised on July 7th."
After teasing it for a while, the turtle became very smart and actually thanked him as if it had gained intelligence.
The old Taoist was so overjoyed that he wanted to take it away directly. But he couldn't bear to cut off its chance to transform into a demon. The starfall that happens once every sixty years is coming, and all beasts in the four directions have the opportunity to transform into demons. If he took it away, he would ruin this opportunity.
There are regulations in the cultivation world that humans are not allowed to participate in the fight for the demon-transforming fruit.
The old Taoist agreed to come back to see it on the seventh day of the seventh month of this year when the lotus flowers are in full bloom. If it is lucky enough to swallow the demon-transforming fruit, he will bring it back to the sect to teach it well. If it is still an animal, he will keep it as a pet.
Today is July 7th.
The boy climbed up to a height and looked around. The lake was sparkling with fish swimming in schools, small turtles swimming gracefully, and water birds flying leisurely. But the little turtle that the master loved was nowhere to be seen.
After a careful search, there was still no sign of the turtle.
The ancestor is probably stupid. Even if the turtle is very smart, how could it understand the agreement when it has not taken the demon-transforming fruit and cannot become intelligent
He ran down the small mound, shouting as he ran: "Grandmaster, Grandmaster, are you stupid? You agreed with the turtle to meet on July 7 when the lotus flowers are in full bloom, so how did it know when it was? This year, Master Su fought with someone and caused spring and summer to come late around Qingyuan Mountain. The lotus flowers haven't bloomed yet!"
The sloppy old Taoist suddenly froze, holding a chicken butt in his mouth, with a look of shock on his face.
Old Taoist, even a wise man like me can make mistakes
He sighed and said, "This is what fate means!"
I have specially reserved time to come here today. I have to go to Sanhe Wasteland in the middle of the night to preside over the opening of the wasteland this year. It is impossible for me to wait until the lotus flowers bloom.
This lotus has been blooming for at least a month
The old Taoist picked two lotus leaves, carefully wrapped the half-eaten roast chicken, stuffed it into his arms, then stood up and took out his magic sword.
The boy blinked and said, "Master, are you going to break your promise? Aren't you going to go look for that little turtle?"
With your magical powers, you should be able to find it at a glance, right
"Bah!" The old Taoist snorted and raised his head proudly: "It should be it who came to find me, is it appropriate for me to look for it?"
Who is the seeker? Who is the preacher? Isn’t it that the son of a bitch has gone through countless hardships and 72 difficulties to prostrate himself before the old Taoist priest and pay homage with all his heart
The master is a tsundere!
The boy's eyes rolled around: "What if... the little turtle has great luck and eats the green demon fruit?"
The green fruit can create a genius demon with extraordinary talent.
The old Taoist snorted disdainfully: "So what?" Who wouldn't be a genius if he could cultivate to his level
"What if I eat red fruit?"
The old Taoist flicked the boy's head. What was this little head fantasizing about every day? What's wrong with the red fruit? What's so great about the red fruit? A fruit that only exists in legends, why would I care about it
Could it be that he wanted the old Taoist to kneel down and teach him the way? At worst, he could fight with other sects in a bloody storm, snatch him away and accept him as a disciple for the old man.
The old Taoist priest couldn't bear the luck of being able to eat red fruits and dared not accept it. Anyway, the old man's bones were rotten after death, so he was not afraid.
The old Taoist stomped his foot lightly on the ground, picked up the little boy, jumped onto the magic sword and rushed into the sky.
The wind blew, and the stone he had stepped on shattered into pieces, revealing a stone turtle statue in the middle that had been chopped with an axe or knife. The turtle stretched out its limbs and stretched its neck, its eyes slightly closed, facing the bright moon, breathing in and out.
The old Taoist's skills are comparable to those of nature. The turtle he carved out with just a kick actually contained a set of breathing techniques.
The breeze blows through the stone turtle's nostrils, just like the turtle's breathing, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes fast, sometimes slow...
At this moment, Su He was digging a hole in a small pond fifty miles away.
(End of this chapter)