Chapter 223 (1/2)

”Oh, it's burning me!”

The fat Taoist screamed, full of gas and black smoke. Finally, he opened his mouth like a fountain and ejected a column of water to extinguish all the flames on his body.

But at this time, in the fire, he became a teenager, who was burned black and looked very embarrassed.

”Unharmed?”

Lu Chuan blinked in disbelief. Except that the flame made him a little embarrassed, his palm didn't cause any harm.

”The head of Qishi mansion, right? Wait for me.”

The teenager gnashed his teeth and looked at Lu Chuan. ”Chi” turned into a water column, broke through the roof of his hall and directly disappeared into the sky.

”Young, not young.”

Lu Chuan was angry and laughed. At the same time, his right hand quickly picked and threw it on his left wrist, and a golden light followed the broken hole in the roof.

When!

Soon after, a golden light ”Dang” fell down from the broken hole in the roof and fell to the ground.

Lu Chuan went over to look at the broken hole in the roof, looked down at the golden light, and a different color appeared in his eyes.

”Ouch!”

Moaning in the golden light.

After the golden light dispersed, I saw a palm sized turtle lying on his back with a gold ring around his neck and turning his eyes faintly.

It is said to be strange because Lu Chuan saw a strange texture on the turtle shell behind it.

Lu Chuan curiously grabbed its small tail and gently lifted it up.

”Ah!”

As soon as the turtle opened his eyes and saw him, he gave a strange cry, then spit out his tongue and turn his eyes, and his four claws and head fell down powerlessly, as if they were dead.

”Pretend to be dead?”

Lu Chuan was speechless, but ignored it. What he was interested in was the texture behind it.

Just now he saw only one corner and felt a little mysterious, so he wanted to see what happened.

In fact, the Little Turtle was really extraordinary. Only then could he get out of his hand and eat his palm without damage.

It's just a little lower.

Lu Chuan twisted his tail gently and turned it over to look at the shell behind the little turtle.

”Gossip?”

At the next moment, Luchuan's pupils contracted.

Behind the Little Turtle was a picture of eight diagrams.

Moreover, this picture is different from the general eight trigrams. Lu Chuan felt mysterious at a glance, as if it contained a mysterious power.

”What is this gossip map? What's the origin of this little turtle? ”

Lu Chuan was surprised. Looking at the weak drooping of the four claws and head in his hand, he stuck out his tongue and turned his white eyes to pretend to be dead. Some couldn't understand it.

”Hey, are you dead?”

Lu Chuan said deliberately, focusing on the little turtle from the eight diagrams, shaking his tail.

During this period, the little turtle did not respond, and with the strength of his shaking, his head and limbs were shaken around, really like dead.

The heaven and earth trap was placed around its neck. During the shaking process, it collided with the turtle shell, and sparks splashed, making a sound of ”clang” between gold and iron.

Lu Chuan's eyes flashed and heard that the turtle shell was so unreasonable and hard. Was it also because of this eight trigrams diagram?

He saw many mysteries in the East China Sea library.

He remembered two things about the tortoise.

First, Cang Jie, a minister in the Yellow Emperor's period, created characters. It is said that the first few characters were carried on the back of a turtle, who also received merit because of carrying the characters of the human race.

Later, he became a Taoist and worshipped under the door of the Heavenly Master. It is said that she is the virgin of the tortoise spirit who is now truncated.

As for another legend, it goes back to the more distant Fuxi era.

It is said that Fu Xi, the sage of the human race, was inspired by the river map carried by dragons and horses and the Luoshu carried by big turtles, and created the innate eight trigrams.

”Could it be...”

Lu Chuan looked at the little turtle. It was hard not to associate with his gossip.

”Are you really dead?”

Lu Chuan muttered, carrying the little turtle outside the hospital.