The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the water, making it glow red and gold. The shadows of lotus leaves and lotus stems in the water are intertwined and swaying, 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 had stopped, and the wound was now a little raw.

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 used his superior breath-holding ability to drown the otter.

I am very fortunate and very powerful, 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 combative species. Turtles are more patient and are good at retracting into their shells to avoid danger.

But the turtle shell cannot stop the otter. The otter knows how to attack the limbs of the turtle. If you retract the turtle shell, it will be a walnut, and if you smash it open, it will be delicious.

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 immediate worries. Either kill the wolf king and drive away the wolves, or find a retreat that can make it invincible.

You are 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 were only as big as a palm.

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 him, it will break all his teeth.

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 for digging 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 hole without fear of collapse under the pressure of the pond 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 and make a new hole.

Otters have their nostrils closed in the water, so it is impossible to smell and find them. If there is too much movement, Su He will be awakened. 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 howls of wolves came one after another, and pairs of eyes glowed green in the darkness. The violent atmosphere was even more permeable.

Su He huddled at the bottom of the pond 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 two people, an old man and a young man. A sloppy old Taoist priest and a young boy.

The boy held a bronze mirror in his hand, looked at the flickering light spots on it, and said a little discouraged: "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 with Taoist Master 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 really 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, a star falls, and the Demon Transformation Fruit falls from the sky to the ground. 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 with a radius of hundreds of miles. The pond where Su He is located and the Tinghai Lake with a radius of hundreds of miles are no exception.

The old Taoist gave Tong'er an idea: "If you think about all the things that are available and not available, it is better to think about how to make the roasted chicken more delicious. Once you are done, I will reward you with three melons and two dates, which will be enough for you to show off for half a lifetime!"

"Go! Look around to see if the turtle boy is here. The old man will come on July 7 as promised."

Last year, the old Taoist got very drunk and talked nonsense. He lectured to a group of fish bastards on this small island for three days. After three days, he woke up and found that there was actually a turtle listening attentively here.

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 he couldn't bear to cut off its chance to transform into a demon. The starfall was coming once in sixty years, and all beasts in the four directions had the opportunity to transform into a demon. If he took it away, he would ruin this opportunity.

There are regulations in the spiritual world that humans are not allowed to participate in the competition for the Demon Transformation Fruit.

The old Taoist agreed to come see 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 be brought back to Professor Haosheng. If it is still a beast, it will be kept as a pet.

Today is July 7th.

The boy climbed up and looked around. There were swarms of fish in the sparkling lake, small turtles swimming as gracefully as flying, and water birds soaring leisurely. Only the little turtle that the founder loved was missing.

After searching carefully, there is still nothing. The turtle has missed the appointment.

The Patriarch is probably stupid. No matter how spiritual the turtle is, how can it understand the agreement when it cannot open its mind without taking the Demon Transformation Fruit?

He ran down from 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 an old Taoist, but even a wise man can make a mistake despite all his considerations.

He sighed and said: "This is no fate!"

I 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. There is no way I can 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? Don't you go find 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 the seeker? Who is the preacher? Isn’t that why the son of a turtle went through all kinds of hardships and ninety-nine and seventy-two difficulties to prostrate himself in front of the old Taoist and pay homage sincerely?

Master is so arrogant!

The boy's eyes rolled: "Then what if...that little turtle's luck is so bad that he eats the blue 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 into thinking. What is this little head fantasizing about every day? What happened to the red fruit? The red fruit is amazing? A fruit that only exists in legends. Do I care about it?

Is it possible that he needs an old Taoist to kneel down and teach him the Dharma? The worst he can do is fight a bloody battle with other sects, grab him as a teacher and accept a disciple, and then accept a closed disciple for the old man.

The old man couldn't bear the luck of being able to eat red fruits, and he didn't dare to accept them. Anyway, the old man's bones were rotten, so he was not afraid.

The old Taoist lightly stomped his feet on the ground, and carrying the little boy, he jumped onto the sword and flew straight into the sky.

The wind blew by, and the stone he stamped on shattered to the ground, revealing a stone statue of a turtle carved with an ax in the center. The turtle stretched its limbs and stretched its neck, closed its eyes slightly and looked at the bright moon, breathing in and out.

The old Taoist Gong took part in creation, and the turtle carved out of just one foot actually contained a set of breathing methods.

The breeze blows through the stone turtle's nostrils, just like the turtle's breathing, which may be long or short, rapid or slow...
Chapter completed!