don't mess with that turtle

Chapter 3

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the water, a piece of fiery red and gold swayed, and the shadows of lotus leaves and lotus stems in the water swayed intertwined, like a secluded forest.

Su He's entire tortoise was limp at the bottom of the pool, the base of the tail of its left hind leg was torn several times by the otter, and the skin and flesh were turned out. The bloody smell drove the fish and shrimp in the pool crazy.Fortunately, the bleeding has stopped, and the wound is a little white now.

The otter beside him was completely dead, and the back of his neck was bitten by Su He's chin, which was as big as a piece of flesh.

This time it was Su He's sixth child who made a sneak attack, pinching the node of the otter's fate, making it unable to use its keen skills at all, and drowning the otter by virtue of its superior ability to hold its breath.

I am very fortunate and very capable, but what about next time?
If the wolf king can get one otter, he can get ten otters, but if there are two otters, Su He can't beat him.

Turtles have never been a fighting species.What the tortoise is better at is patience, and what he is good at is retracting into the tortoise shell to avoid danger.

But the turtle shell can't stop the otter. The otter knows how to attack the tortoise's limbs. If it is retracted into the turtle shell, it will be a walnut, and it will be delicious when smashed open.

The pond is so small that if four or five otters were put in, there would be nowhere to escape.

We have to find a way out.

If the turtle has no long-term considerations, it must have short-term worries. Either kill the wolf king and expel the wolves, or find a retreat that can remain invincible.

It's still too weak!

He was too young, Su He was reincarnated less than two years ago, and he could grow to the size of the washbasin with the help of dice.The little turtle who was born in the same batch as him and survived was no more than the size of 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 a crocodile bites and breaks all its teeth.

Dig a hole!

Dig a hole and seal the hole with stone slabs, try to grab a few more giant salamanders, and then get into the hole and grow slowly.

If you're lucky, grab another red carp and lose five or six points, maybe it will grow to the size of a manhole cover soon.

Su He dived to the bottom of the water and found a good place to dig a hole. It was hidden among the lotus bushes, and there were plant roots everywhere, tightly hugging the soil. It was possible to dig a huge hole without being afraid of being crushed by the pool water.After drilling in, the upper soil layer will be broken, and a large stone will fall to cover the hole.

Not to mention that otters can't get in, even if Su He wants to go out, he has to dig up the mud behind his back and open a new hole.

Otters close their nostrils in the water, it is impossible to smell and cannot find him.If there is too much movement, Su He will be woken up.Turtles have very keen hearing.

After planning, Su He plunged into the bottom of the pool, waved his claws to break through the mud and started digging.

As the sky gradually darkened, the bottom of the water was the first to fall into darkness, the howling of wolves one after another, the eyes glowing green in the darkness, and the irritable atmosphere was extra permeating.

Su He huddled at the bottom of the pool and couldn't see, he was digging a hole.

Fifty miles away, on an inconspicuous island on Tinghai Lake, a ray of sword light fell, turning into two people, an old man and a young man.A sloppy old Taoist priest and a boy with a total horn.

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 Haihu Lake grows a total of eighteen demon-turning fruits, all of which are colorless."

He put away the mirror, showing a bit of envy: "Patriarch, when do you think our Qingyuan Mountain will grow a blue demon fruit?"

Yesterday, I followed the patriarch to meet Taoist Master Qinghe of Xuanqingguan. A green fruit grew out of their land boundary, which was swallowed by the old mastiff dog who had been raised in the door for more than ten years. The two little Taoist boys showed off in front of him.

As if they were the ones who ate the fruit.

Tong'er's eyes flickered: "Master Zu, do you think it is possible that our Qingyuan Land Realm Demon Transformation Fruit has produced red fruit, and we missed it?"

This precious mirror can only view colorless and blue-colored demon fruits. What about the legendary red fruits?
The sloppy old man gnawed a big chicken leg, his mouth glistening with oil: "Little brat dares to think about it! Every sixty years a star falls, and the demon fruit falls from the sky to the earth and is born. It takes sixty years to become an ordinary fruit. It took 20 years to have green fruits. Red fruits have never appeared, but it is only speculated that it may bear fruit after more than [-] to [-] years of gestation. There is no such fruit, but it really exists, and we Qingyuanmen can guard it?"

This prescription belongs to Qingyuanmen with a radius of ten thousand li.The pond where Su He is located and Tinghai Lake, which has a radius of hundreds of miles, are no exception.

The old Taoist gave Tong'er a brainstorm: "If you think about those who have something, it's better to think about how to make roast chicken to make it more delicious. I will reward you three melons and two dates for the patriarch, enough for you to show off for half a lifetime!"

"Go! Look around to see if the tortoise is here. The old man will come on July [-]th as promised."

Last year, the old man got drunk and talked nonsense.On this small island, he gave a three-day sermon to a group of swimming fish kings.When I woke up three days later, I found that there was really a tortoise listening carefully.

Just kidding, that turtle was full of spirituality, and thanked him as if he had opened up his intelligence.

The old Taoist was overjoyed and wanted to take it away.But I couldn't bear to let go of its chance to transform into a demon. Once in sixty years, a starfall is approaching, and beasts from all directions have the chance to transform into a demon.If you take it away, you will ruin this opportunity.

There are regulations in the practice world that human beings are not allowed to participate in the competition for the fruit of transforming demons.

The old Taoist agreed to visit it again on the seventh day of July this year when the lotus is in full bloom.If it is lucky enough to swallow the demon fruit, it will bring it back to Professor Haosheng.If it is still a beast, it will be kept as a pet.

Today is July [-]th.

The boy climbed up and looked around.There are groups of fish swimming in the sparkling water of the lake, small turtles swimming like flying, and water birds soaring leisurely.Only the little tortoise that the patriarch loved was missing.

Searched carefully, still nothing.Turtle missed his appointment.

The patriarch is probably stupid, even if the turtle is spiritual, how can it understand the agreement when it cannot be enlightened without taking the Yaohua fruit?

He ran down from the small mound and shouted as he ran, "Shizu Shizu, are you stupid? You and the tortoise agreed on July [-]th when the lotus blooms. How does it know when it is July [-]th? This year, Master Su Fighting with others has caused spring and summer to come late around Qingyuan Mountain, and the lotus hasn't bloomed yet!"

The sloppy old man was stunned suddenly, with a chicken butt in his mouth, looking shocked.

I am a wise man who is old and wise, and I have a mistake?
He sighed and said: "This is no fate!"

Today I specially set aside time to come here, and I will go to Sanhe Wasteland in the middle of the night to preside over the opening of this year's wasteland. It is impossible to wait until the lotus blooms.

This lotus blooms for at least a month?

The old Taoist picked two lotus leaves, carefully wrapped the half-eaten roast chicken and stuffed it into his bosom, got up and sacrificed the immortal sword.

Tong'er blinked: "Master is going to break his promise? Aren't you going to look for that little turtle?"

With seasoned supernatural powers, you can find it with just a glance, right?
"Bah!" The old man snorted and raised his head arrogantly: "It's the one who came to me, is it reasonable for me to look for it?"

Who is a seeker?Who is the preacher?Could it be that the turtle son has gone through untold hardships and 72 hardships and prostrated himself in front of the old Taoist, sincerely paying homage?
Master is arrogant!

The boy's eyeballs rolled around: "Then what if... the little turtle was lucky enough to eat the blue demon fruit?"

Cyan fruit can create a demon genius with extreme talent.

The old Taoist snorted disdainfully: "So what?" Who is not a genius who can practice to his level?

"What if you eat red fruit?"

The old Taoist made Tong'er's brain 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, old daoist, would I care about it?
Is it possible that the old Taoist should kneel down and teach him the Dharma?It's a big deal to have a bloody fight with other sects, and snatch it over to accept apprentices on behalf of the master 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 dead bones were rotten, so he wasn't afraid.

The old Taoist stomped his foot lightly on the ground, and leaped onto the fairy sword with the little boy in his arms, soaring straight to the heavens.

The wind blew by, and the stone he stomped on shattered into pieces, revealing a stone statue of a turtle chopped with an ax in the center.The tortoise stretched its limbs and stretched its neck, slightly closed its eyes and pointed at the bright moon, breathing in and out.

The old-fashioned kungfu is involved in good fortune, but the turtle carved out by stomping his feet actually contains a set of breathing methods.

The breeze blows through the nostrils of the stone turtle, just like a turtle breathing, whether long or short, urgent or slow...

At this moment, Su He was digging a hole in a small pond fifty miles away.

(End of this chapter)