Originally, Lin Huang thought that he could take a short rest after returning to Qingtian Martial Palace. He thought carefully about what Xiao Yishan, Li Baiyi and Qin Changsheng told him.
But now it seems that it is impossible.
Born to be busy and hardworking.
In the thatched hut, Lin Huang rubbed his palms together, recalling Li Baiyi's words carefully, and murmured in his voice, "Could this be what Li Baiyi said, that the world's luck will be determined by the strong? A slow step is a step by step.
Wait...has the King-Sealing War already started from here?"
"You still have ten days to practice!"
Situ Huang's grave reminds Lin Huang.
Lin Huang waved his hand helplessly, "I can't reach the realm of the Martial Emperor in ten days. And... even at my current level, I may not suffer a loss when facing the Martial Emperor!"
After the battle with Bei Lin Weiyang, Lin Huang had great confidence in his own strength.
After all, the latter is the head of the Nine Divine Sons of the Mainland, and he is also wearing the martial soul of the Six Paths of Reincarnation!
Pei Xiufu slowly shook his head, "According to the previous news, in the Nianhua City in the Taixuan Domain, a young monk in red once appeared. Wherever the latter went, the Buddha's light shone everywhere, and dead trees bloomed with spring!
This person is probably from the Buddhist Kingdom of the West!"
Lin Huang's expression condensed.
Lu Donghuang then spoke: "Coincidentally, when the young monk in red left Nianhua City, a young Taoist priest came down the mountain, rode a green bull upside down, and entered Nianhua City. The young monk met the Taoist and spoke Buddhist words for the first time!"
Lin Huang's expression changed again.
"There is no need for us to continue talking..."
Pei Xiufu stared at Lin Huangdao.
Lin Huang smiled sarcastically.
"No matter what, there's no point in sharpening your skills in battle. Being able to adjust yourself to peak condition in ten days is already pretty good!"
Lu Donghuang said.
Zhao Tianjia picked up his crotch, stood up and walked out of the room, "I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense, old man, I'd better go to Wu Mansion for a walk, Wu Mansion is better...everyone's little face can be pinched with tears!"
"Old man! Boss Lin! I caught him!"
Before Zhao Tianjia even stepped out of the thatched hut, an excited roar came from the lake outside, as if a tiger had taken drugs.
After just a few breaths, Fatty Bai rushed into the thatched house with his whole body wet.
He grabbed a turtle with both hands.
Zhao Tianjia was stunned for a moment, looking back at Fatty Bai and the turtle in disbelief.
Pei Xiufu and Lu Donghuang were also stunned on the spot.
"Wow... the little turtle appears again!"
Tang Xiaoqi, who was in the corner of the room, screamed. She was wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket and could hardly move. She ran up to Little Fatty Bai and slapped the little turtle on the shell.
Lin Huang stared at the little turtle with wide eyes.
Look at Fatty Bai again...
What about this motherfucker?
"Boss Lin, let me tell you, I stewed this turtle for soup today at noon." Xiaopang Bai shook the little turtle in his hand, laughed, and then lightly kicked Li Chunfeng on the butt.
He went up and said: "What are you waiting for? Go to the whole cauldron and let us stew it!"
"It won't turn into a stew, we tried it!"
Li Chunfeng said aggrievedly.
Little Fatty Bai's eyes widened, "How can there be a tortoise that can't be stewed... Believe it or not, I will slap your head with a turtle shell and a melon seed?"
Li Chunfeng glanced at Little Fatty Bai sideways and squatted next to Lin Huang, not looking down upon Little Fatty Bai at all.
"...how did you catch it!"
After Zhao Tianjia was stunned for a long time, he asked Bai Xiaopang.
"What's the problem, old man? When I was in the Great Xia Dynasty, I always stepped on the thousand-year-old tortoises and let them carry me." Bai Xiaopang said with pride, turning the turtle in his hand and baking it on the stove.
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But in Fatty Bai's hands, the little turtle didn't seem to be too repulsed. Its body was burned by the fire, but it stretched its body and then hooked its fingers towards Lin Huang. The meaning was very obvious.
——Uncle, I want to drink.
Lin Huang smiled helplessly, and politely took out a pile of wine and placed it in the room.
Bai Xiaopang looked at Lin Huang's weird behavior, then looked at the stunned people around him, and scratched his head in confusion, "What...what's going on? Isn't turtle meat delicious? Then I can eat it alone."
You guys, don’t you know what to eat to make up for it? If you just take a bite of its meat, you may live a hundred years. Hey... you country people!"
With that said, Fatty Bai hugged the little turtle and walked out of the thatched house.
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"It seems that I have really found a treasure!"
After a long time, Zhao Tianjia said happily.
Pei Xiufu grinned unhappily, "It's just the Xuanwu Holy Body... Lin Huang has already succeeded in cultivation. Even if my black turtle from Qingtian Martial Palace turns his elbows outward, Xiaopang Bai will still be able to cultivate into a White Tiger Saint at best.
body!"
"Country boy, you know nothing!"
Zhao Tianjia suddenly cursed, took out his crotch with a cold and arrogant expression, and then cleared his throat and said: "What Xuanwu Holy Body, my disciple is born with Xuanwu Fate... Do you know the Xuanwu Fate? Thousands of years ago, it was called
Lu Shenzhou’s destiny is Xuanwu!”
"Lu Shenzhou... I've never heard of it!"
Pei Xiufu frowned.
"Country man! Ignorant! Short-sighted!"
Zhao Tianjia was so angry that he kicked open the door and left.
Pei Xiufu let out a long sigh, slapped Lin Huang on the shoulder, shook his head and said: "What kind of bad friends have you made? If he doesn't show up, the black turtle will be yours sooner or later. It's okay now. I've invited a thief to my house."
Come and steal what belongs to you!"
Lin Huang waved his hand and said with a heartfelt smile: "If it is really Xuanwu's fate, then this is good!"
Pei Xiufu immediately glared at Lin Huang, his face full of hatred that iron could not turn into steel.
Lin Huang smiled.
Even though he only stayed in the snow cottage for a few hours, the impact on him was extremely profound.
Xiao Yishan once said that those so-called people with destiny are the people with great luck. As long as they are given time, they will definitely be noticed by the world. If Bai Xiaopang is really such a person, how can Lin Huang not
Happy.
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The warm spring atmosphere in the thatched house gradually dissipated as time went by.
Everyone has their own thing.
After lunch, everyone left one by one.
Especially Wang Xiao and Situ Huangfen, every minute and moment they spend now is eager to be used for cultivation.
As for Li Chunfeng and Tang Xiaoqi, they can mess around as they please.
Outside the hut, Lin Huang was sitting on the threshold. Lord Grim was leaning against the door frame, watching Little Fatty Bai stewing and roasting the little turtle, but he looked helpless and embarrassed, with a look on his face like he was looking at a fool.
smile...
"There's something!"
Lin Huang suddenly spoke and smiled at Jun Mo.
"I'm not familiar with you yet!"
Lord Grim rolled up his sleeves, as if he hated trouble.
"I heard that Shen Ce Thirteen has an extra fourteenth gun. I want its secret!"
Lin Huang opened his mouth and said.
Lord Grim looked slightly cold, then frowned, and finally said with a smile: "Why should I give it to you, just because your face is big enough?"