Fengshen Wendaoxing

eighth day.

When the sun had completely risen from the East China Sea and the morning light was shining on the sea, the gate of Longyuan Pavilion was slowly opened.

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

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

It is conceivable how much effort he has spent in the past few days in order to 'study the books' and 'memorize the secrets hard'.

"Engong, you... are you okay?"

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

Lu Chuan had almost lost a lot of weight in the past eight days, and with those dark circles under his eyes, he was completely different from the original Daoist priest who was so elegant.

"It's okay, I'm fine, so what, is there a guest room, I want to go to sleep first." Lu Chuan said wearily.

"Yes!" Ao Bing said quickly.

I wanted to tell him about the old turtle, but seeing that Lu Chuan is so tired, let's talk about it after he has rested!

Then he sent someone to lead Lu Chuan to rest in a luxurious guest room in Dragon Palace.

But Lu Chuan didn't have time to pay attention to these things, he went in and fell asleep when he saw the bed.

During this sleep, Lu Chuan slept for three days and three nights. During this period, except for eating some spiritual fruits, he spent the rest of the time sleeping.

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

"This is the old turtle's thank you gift?"

Holding a golden feather in his hand, Lu Chuan turned his head suspiciously to look at Ao Bing, who was smiling and waiting for his praise, and was speechless.

I told you to pluck the old turtle's hair, did you really bring me back with a hair?

Besides, is this tortoise feather? It's obviously bird feather, okay?

It's also golden, and it looks gaudy at first glance, and the owner must not be a serious and good bird.

"Yes, benefactor, isn't this feather the gift of thanks between you?"

The smile on Ao Bing's face gradually disappeared, and he said in amazement.

Lu Chuan: "..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chuan knew that the kid had misunderstood him, thinking that he really wanted a hair from the old turtle.

But what he said was not this one!

Lu Chuan sighed, this silly boy must have been tricked by that treacherous bastard again.

Shaking his head, Lu Chuan smiled and said, "It's okay, it's not a waste of my work to get the root hair back."

"Engong, take a closer look, this feather is not an ordinary feather, it is a golden feather..." Ao Bing said in a low voice.

Lu Chuan glanced at him lightly.

What color do you need to remind me, you think I can't see what color this hair is?

Ao Bing quickly explained: "No, benefactor, I mean this feather is not simple, it is regarded as the lifeblood by the old thousand-year-old.

I went and said directly that the gift was Mao, so he reluctantly took it out and asked how you knew he had this treasure. "

"Um?"

Hearing what Ao Bing said, Lu Chuan's expression changed.

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

It is golden and heavy.

There is a layer of faint golden brilliance flowing on it, one side is sharp, like a small knife made of gold, and when you hold it in your hand, you can feel it with your fingertips, and there is a sense of warmth from the feathers.

Lu Chuan thought for a while, and tentatively penetrated a real force into the feather, and suddenly the feather burst into flames on the spot, and the flames billowed.

"Zheng!"

At the same time, the golden feather trembled lightly, like a long chant of a sword, and a sharp and aggressive aura appeared.

Fortunately, Lu Chuan didn't inject too much real power, and within a few breaths, all these movements disappeared and fell silent.

"It's not bad, it's a baby!"

Lu Chuan played with this golden feather, or it was more like a small knife, one side was extremely sharp, but the other side was harmless.

I thought that Ao Bing had been cheated, but unexpectedly got him a nice thing by mistake.

Ao Bing smiled and said, "Grandfather, do you want to guess who the owner of this feather is?"

"Since it is a feather, its owner should be some kind of divine bird, and its strength is terrifying."

Lu Chuan stared at the feathers and pondered: "As for the divine birds with golden feathers, I remember there are the Golden Crow and the Golden Winged Roc. I guess this is a bird feather of the Golden Crow."

The Golden Crow is an elf of fire, born with the powerful supernatural power of the real fire of the sun, the fire on the feathers just now is probably related to the Golden Crow.

"Engong, it's amazing. I guessed it all. Old Qiantui said that in ancient times, the arrows of the human race's Dayi shot nine days."

Ao Bing said: "The body of one of the three-legged golden crows fell into the East China Sea, but it was a pity that it was nowhere to be found. It was a coincidence that he got only one feather."

"Three-legged Golden Crow, it's no wonder." Lu Chuan whispered to himself.

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

An extremely powerful deity was born in the sun, whose real body was a three-legged Golden Crow named Emperor Jun.

As for the Donghuang Taiyi in the previous novels, he couldn't find the classics collected in the East China Sea. There should be no such character in this world.

Emperor Jun came into being, and established the first Heavenly Court in ancient times after the birth of all spirits, responsible for managing the Three Realms.

He is the emperor of heaven, and the empress is Xihe.

Xihe and Dijun gave birth to ten sons, and they became the top ten princes in the heavenly court. His real body was also the three-legged Golden Crow.

In ancient times, these ten princes caused chaos in the Three Realms, turned into ten suns across the sky, and scorched the earth with charcoal.

At this time, the human race came into being. After Fuxi, Shennong, Xuanyuan, etc., it came to the era of King Yao and multiplied on the earth.

Ten days passed, causing disasters and chaos to the common people. The human king Yao found Dayi, a strong human being who was good at archery, and shot down nine days, leaving only a three-legged golden crow missing.

There are still some Golden Crows in the world, but there are only two of them. Now it is very difficult to find a three-legged Golden Crow.

"Xiaolong, help me find a few blank scrolls, as big as possible, with pen and ink."

As Lu Chuan said, he put the Golden Crow Feather into his sleeve.

The master is dead, and the power of the Golden Crow Feather has also been greatly reduced. Its current function is only used as a small knife, and it seems that it can also be thrown as a hidden weapon when facing the enemy.

Hearing this, Ao Bing immediately ordered people to find the scrolls and pens and inks, and they were delivered in a short time.

I have to say that the East China Sea is rich and noble, and the food is the best. The scroll is made of silk, which is impervious to water and fire. The pen and ink are Ao Bing's own. What he writes will not melt for thousands of years...

Rich and powerful!

Lu Chuan could only sigh.

"Okay, Xiaolong, Pindao has disturbed your Dragon Palace for a long time, and it's time to leave now." After carrying the scroll and pen and ink on his back, Lu Chuan offered to leave and say goodbye to Ao Bing.

"In such a hurry?" Ao Bing said, "Grandfather, why don't you stay a little longer, and I'll take you around the Dragon Palace."

"Let's bother again next time. Pindao has been away for too long, and it's time to go back to my master tonight," Lu Chuan said.

"Okay then, this is for benefactor."

Ao Bing took out a token, with a dragon coiled on it, and the character C in the middle: "In the future, when Mr. Benedict comes to the East China Sea, with my token, he can travel unimpeded."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Lu Chuan quickly put it away, this is not bad.

After leaving East China Sea, he went back to Chentang Pass. In the post house, he silently wrote down all the secret techniques he wrote down in East China Sea on the scroll.

After all, he now has to specialize in eight or nine profound arts, so he can't practice these spells. Although he has memorized the formulas by heart, it is inevitable that he will misremember a word or two after a long time.

But there must be no mistakes in magic cultivation.

The meaning of the difference in one word is very different. It is a small thing to practice, but it is a big thing to go crazy.

As the saying goes: a good memory is not as good as a bad pen, and it is safest to write it down.

It took Lu Chuan a day to write it down silently.

But because he was too tired after he came out, he went to sleep for the first time, so he forgot some of the formulas of several secret arts, and naturally he couldn't practice them if they were incomplete.

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