Day 8.

When the sun rises from the East China Sea and the first ray of morning light shines on the Dragon Palace, the gate of Longyuan Pavilion slowly opens.

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 the truth and qi and practices martial arts, he looks a little haggard at this time, his eyes are covered with bloodshot, and two thick dark circles are pressed against.

It is conceivable how much effort he has spent in the past few days to "read a collection of books" and "hard secret techniques".

"My benefactor, are you...you're okay?"

The moment Lu Chuan came out, Ao Bing was shocked.

Lu Chuan almost lost a lot of weight in the past eight days, and those two dark circles were completely different from the original Taoist priest who was elegant and outspoken.

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

"have!"

Ao Bing said, wanting to tell him about the old turtle, but seeing Lu Chuan is so tired, I should wait for him to rest before talking about it!

Then he sent someone to take Lu Chuan to the guest room of the Dragon Palace to rest. Lu Chuan went in and saw the bed falling down and then fell asleep.

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

During this period, except for eating some spiritual fruits, I spent the rest of my time sleeping.

It was not until the fourth day that Lu Chuan recovered his spirits.

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

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

I asked you to pluck the root hair for the old turtle, and you really brought the root hair back?

Besides, is this turtle hair? Is it obviously a bird hair?

It's still golden and whistle-like at first glance, so it must be no good bird.

"Yes, benefactor, isn't the thank you between you... this feather?"

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

Lu Chuan: "…"

As soon as he heard this, Lu Chuan knew that the boy misunderstood his meaning and thought he really wanted a hair from the old turtle.

But what he said is not this!

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

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

"My benefactor, look at it again. This feather is a little different."

Ao Bing whispered: "It is well preserved by Lao Qiansui and is regarded as a lifeblood. I have worked so hard to get it for you."

"Um?"

When Lu Chuan heard Ao Bing say this, his expression moved.

In fact, he gradually realized that the feather was a little wrong now.

It was golden and heavy, with a faint golden light flowing on it, and the edge was as powerful as a knife made of gold.

Moreover, when you hold it in your hand, you can feel it, and a warm feeling comes from the feathers.

Lu Chuan tentatively penetrated a true power into it. Suddenly, the feathers burst out of fire and burned, and flames surging.

"Zheng!"

At the same time, the golden feather shook lightly, as if it was a long roar of swords, and a sharp and powerful aura appeared.

Fortunately, Lu Chuan did not penetrate too much true power. In just a few breaths, all the movements and stills became silent.

"not bad!"

Lu Chuan was playing with this golden feather, or it was more like a knife, with one side being extremely sharp but not hurting people.

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

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

Lu Chuan stared at the feathers and pondered: "As for the divine bird with golden feathers, I remember there were golden crows and golden-winged big rolls. I guess it was a golden crow's bird feather."

The Golden Crow is an elf in the fire. He is born with the magical power of the sun's true fire. The fire just now appears on his feathers, which is likely to be related to the Golden Crow.

"My benefactor, you're amazing. You can guess this. Lao Qiansui said that in ancient times, the human race's arrow shot the nine suns."

Ao Bing said: "One of the three-legged golden crows' bodies fell into the East China Sea. Unfortunately, they disappeared. He also had a feather by chance."

"Three-legged Golden Crow, no wonder." Lu Chuan said softly.

According to the ancient books he has read, the world has just begun to open and all spirits have come to the world.

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

As for the Donghuang Taiyi in the previous novels, the classics he collected in the Donghai Sea have not been found, so it should not exist here.

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

Xihe and Di Jun gave birth to ten sons, and were the ten crown princes of the Heavenly Court, and their true body was also a three-legged golden crow.

In ancient times, these ten princes rioted the Three Realms, turned into a sky of ten days, scorching the earth and suffering from the creatures.

At this time, the human race had emerged and reproduction on the earth. When Wang Yao was a man, he found Dayi, a powerful human race who was good at archery, to shoot down the nine suns.

Only one three-legged golden crow is gone.

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

"Xiaolong, help me find a few blank scrolls, try to be as large as possible, and also have brush and ink."

Lu Chuan said as he put the golden crow feather into his sleeve.

The master is dead, the power of the Golden Crow Feather is greatly reduced, and its value is not very great. The real fire of the sun is gone and it cannot hurt people.

Its current function is to use a small knife to use it, and it seems that it can be thrown out as a flying knife when facing the enemy.

Upon hearing this, Ao Bing immediately ordered someone to find the scroll and the pen.

It was delivered soon, and it was all the best things. The scroll was made of Tian Silk, and it was not invaded by water and fire. The pen and ink were Ao Bing himself. The things he wrote were not melted for thousands of years...

Wealthy and powerful!

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

Lu Chuan put on the scroll again, and after writing ink, he asked Ao Bing to leave and say goodbye.

"So anxious?" Ao Bing said: "My benefactor, why don't you stay for a while? I'll take you to the Dragon Palace to go around."

"Let's bother me next time. I've been out for too long. Now it's time to go back to find my master tonight." Lu Chuan said.

"Okay, that's for my benefactor."

Ao Bing took out a silver token, with a dragon on it, and the word C in the middle is: "In the future, my benefactor will come to the East China Sea, and my token will be unobstructed."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Lu Chuan quickly put it away, and after leaving the East China Sea, he returned to Chentang Pass.

In the inn, he wrote down all the secret techniques he had memorized in Donghai on the scroll.

After all, he is now specializing in the eight or nine mysterious skills and cannot practice magic. Although he has memorized the magic now, he will inevitably remember one or two words incorrectly over time.

But spells must not make mistakes. The meaning of a word is that there are many differences. If you can’t practice, you will get into trouble. If you get into trouble, you will get into trouble.

Lu Chuan spent a day writing down.

However, because he was too tired after coming out, he went to bed first, which led to forgetting some of the secret techniques, and naturally he could not practice the incompleteness.

The next day, Lu Chuan took off a fire and returned to Chaoge.
Chapter completed!