Fengshen Wendaoxing

　　 The eighth day.

　　 When the sun rose from the East China Sea and the first ray of morning light shone on the Dragon Palace, the gate of Longyuan Pavilion slowly opened.

　　 Lu Chuan walked out of the door with the Zixiao sword and bow box on his back.

　　Although he is a person who cultivates qi and martial arts, he looks a little haggard at this time, his eyes are bloodshot, and he has two thick dark circles under his eyes.

　　 It is conceivable how much effort he has spent these days in order to "read the library" and "keep memorizing the secret technique."

　　 "Gongong, you... are you okay?"

　　 When Lu Chuan came out, Ao Bing was taken aback.

　　 Lu Chuan has almost lost a large circle in the past eight days, and with those dark circles under his eyes, he is completely different from the original Taoist leader who is flowing out of the dust.

　　 "It's okay, I'm fine, so what? Do you have a guest room? I want to go to sleep first." Lu Chuan said tiredly.

"have!"

　　 Ao Bing said, I wanted to tell him about the old turtle, but seeing that Lu Chuan is so tired, let's wait for him to rest well!

　　 Then he sent someone to lead Lu Chuan to the guest room of the Dragon Palace to rest. Lu Chuan went in and fell asleep when the bed fell.

　　 With this sleep, Lu Chuan slept for three days and three nights.

During the 　　 period, apart from eating some spirit fruits, the rest of the time was sleeping.

　　 It was not until the fourth day that Lu Chuan regained his spirit.

　　 "Is this the old turtle's thank you gift?"

　　 Lu Chuan held a golden feather in his hand, turned his head and looked suspiciously at Ao Bing, who was waiting for his praise with a smile, very speechless.

　　 I told you to pluck the old tortoise's root hair, so you really got me the root hair back?

　　 Besides, is this tortoise feather? Is it obviously bird feather?

　　 is still golden, it's fancy at first glance, it must not be a good bird.

　　 "Yes, my dear, isn't the thank you gift between you... this feather?"

　　 The smile on Ao Bing's face gradually disappeared, a little surprised.

　　 Lu Chuan: "……"

　　 As soon as he heard this, Lu Chuan knew that this kid had misunderstood him, thinking that he really wanted a piece of old tortoise hair.

　　 But what he said is not this hair!

　　 Lu Chuan sighed, this silly boy was probably cheated by the treacherous old **** again.

　　 Shaking his head, Lu Chuan said with a smile: "It's okay, it won't count as a waste of work to get the root hairs back."

　　 "Gong, you look again, this feather is a bit different."

　　 Ao Bing said in a low voice: "It is well preserved by the old Chitose, and it is regarded as a lifeblood. It took me a lot of effort to get it for you."

"Um?"

　　 When Ao Bing said this, Lu Chuan's expression moved.

　　 In fact, at this moment, he also gradually realized that this feather was a bit wrong.

　　 Golden, heavy, with a faint golden brilliance flowing on it, and one side is sharp, like a knife made of gold.

　　 And, when I put it in my hand, I can feel it with my fingertips, and there is a warm feeling from the feathers.

　　 Lu Chuan tentatively penetrated a real power into it. Suddenly, the feather burst into flames and burst into flames.

　　 "Zheng!"

　　 At the same time, Jin Yu lightly shook, like a sword groaning, a sharp-edged breath of urgency appeared.

　　 Fortunately, Lu Chuan Guanru's true power is not too much, just a few breaths, all these movements are silent.

"not bad!"

　　 Lu Chuan played with this golden feather, or it is more like a knife, one side is extremely sharp, the other side is not hurting.

　　 Ao Bing smiled and said, "Gongong, do you want to guess, what is the origin of the owner of this feather?"

　　 "Its owner should be some kind of sacred bird, and the strength is very terrifying."

　　 Lu Chuan stared at the feathers, and muttered: "As for the golden feathers, I remember the golden crow and the golden-winged roc. I guess this is a golden crow's bird feather."

　　 The Golden Crow is an elf in the fire, and he is born with the supernatural power of the sun and real fire. The fire on his feathers is probably related to the Golden Crow.

　　 "Benevolence, it's amazing. I guessed it. Old Qiansui said that in ancient times, the Human Race Da Yi arrow shot for nine days."

　　 Ao Bing said: "One of the three-legged golden crow's corpses fell into the East China Sea. Unfortunately, he was missing. It was a coincidence that he only got a feather."

　　 "Three-legged golden crow, no wonder." Lu Chuan whispered to himself.

　　According to the ancient books he has read, the heaven and the earth opened, and all spirits came to the world.

　　 In the sun, an extremely powerful **** was born, a three-legged golden crow named Emperor Jun.

　　 As for the Donghuang Taiyi in the previous novels, the classics he collected in Donghai have not been found, and there shouldn't be any here.

　　 Emperor Jun came into being and established the first Heavenly Court to manage the Three Realms. He is the Emperor of Heaven and the Empress is Xihe.

　　 Xihe and Emperor Jun gave birth to ten sons, the ten princes of heaven, and the true body is also the three-legged golden crow.

　　 In ancient times, these ten princes made chaos in the Three Realms and turned them into the sky for ten days, roasting the earth and the creatures on charcoal.

　　 At this time, the human race has come into being and thrived on the earth. In the era of Wang Yao, he recruited Da Yi, a strong human race who is good at archery, and shot it down for nine days.

　　 Only one three-legged golden crow is missing.

　　 At this time, there are still some golden crows in the world, but they are all two-legged. Now it is difficult to find a three-legged golden crow.

　　 "Little Dragon, help me find a few blank scrolls, as large as possible, with pen and ink."

　　 Lu Chuan said, putting Jin Wuyu in his sleeve.

The owner is dead, and the power of the Golden Crow feather is greatly reduced, and the value is not too great. The real fire of the sun will not hurt people~www.readwn.com~ Its current role is to be a small knife, against the enemy It seems that it can be thrown out as a flying knife.

　　 Ao Bing heard this and immediately ordered someone to find the scroll and pen and ink.

　　 It was delivered in a short time. They are all the best things. The scrolls are made of Celestial Silk, which does not invade water or fire. The pen and ink are Ao Bing's own. The things written will last forever...

　　 Great wealth!

　　 "Well, Xiaolong, I have been disturbing you Dragon Palace for a long time, now it's time to leave."

　　 After Lu Chuan put on the scroll and pen and ink on his back, he asked Ao Bing to leave and bid farewell.

　　 "In such a hurry?" Ao Bing said: "Benevolence, why don't you live for a while, I will take you to the Dragon Palace and walk around."

　　 "Let's come back next time, Pang Dao has been out for too long, now it's time to go back to my master at night," Lu Chuan said.

　　 "Well, then, give this to my benefactor."

　　 Ao Bing took out a silver token, with a dragon on it, with a letter C in the middle: "In the future, En Gong will come to the East China Sea, and my token will be unimpeded."

　　 "Thank you, thank you!"

　　 Lu Chuan quickly put it away, and after leaving the East China Sea, he went back to Chentangguan.

　　 In the post house, he wrote all the secret techniques that he had memorized in Donghai silently on the scroll.

　　 After all, he now specializes in eight or nine profound arts and cannot practice spells. Although he has learned the spells now, he will inevitably remember one or two words incorrectly over time.

　　 But spells must never go wrong. The difference between the words means that there are many differences.

　　 Lu Chuan wrote it down silently in one day.

　　 But because he was too tired after he came out, he went to sleep for the first time, which caused some of the secret techniques to be forgotten. Naturally, he couldn't practice if he was incomplete.

　　 The next day, Lu Chuan caught fire and returned to Chaoge.