Dragons only want to be in the water, and don't like to stay in the wilderness

Chapter 24 Taiyuan Spirit Turtle
"I will definitely do that next time!"

Chen Zhu answered with a firm tone, and the ceratosaurus swam over, congratulating them for having a new ceratosaurus in their tribe!
Uncle Qingchou swam over, holding a round turtle in his hand and gave it to Chen Zhu.

"This is a gift from your uncle. Take good care of it in the future."

"Uncle Qingchou, this is too valuable."

Qingying shook her head and helped Chen Zhu to decline: "The Taiyuan Spirit Turtle can predict good and bad luck, and it is almost impossible to catch it. It would be a waste to give it to Zhu Ming."

"It's okay. It just happened that the spirit turtle swam over to me just as I walked to the temple gate."

Qingchou chuckled, stuffed the turtle back into his arms and continued to be polite:
"Just accept it."

"Well, Zhuming, thank Uncle Qingchou quickly."

Qingying grabbed the spirit turtle and put it in Chen Zhu's hand.

Qingchou: ...

He was about to say something, but he saw Qingying pulling Chen Zhu out of the Zulong Hall: "Thank you, Uncle Qingchou. We have something else to do, so we'll leave first. We'll definitely come to visit you next time."

"Zhu Ming, say goodbye to all the uncles, aunts, uncles, grandpas, brothers and sisters."

Chen Zhu took a deep breath and tried hard to recall with his photographic memory.

Goodbye Grandpa Qing, goodbye Uncle Qingchou, goodbye Uncle Qinghen, goodbye Sister Qingxi...

The time span within the dragon clan is too long, so there are names of small and big, big and small.

There was no problem for him to shout along with Qingying, and after saying goodbye in one breath, he felt as if the oxygen in his body had been drained away.

After finally saying goodbye to everyone, they returned to the island. Qingying said she would find him a place to stay and then went back.

However, before leaving, she reminded him, "This Taiyuan Spirit Turtle is a good pet. You must feed it carefully. Creatures that own a Taiyuan Spirit Turtle are very lucky."

Is this turtle really that magical?

Chen Zhu lowered his head. The Taiyuan Spirit Turtle was about the size of his palm. It poked its head out from his palm, staring at him with its small eyes.

"If your luck is really that good, can you prove it to me?"

The spirit turtle glanced upwards, slowly found a sunny spot, and lay down to bask in the sun, with no intention of paying any attention to him.

Was that rolling her eyes at him?
"Hey?"

Chen Zhu's eyes widened. "How dare a little turtle despise a real dragon?"

"Forget it, the real dragon won't bother with you."

He turned his head and built a fence around it to ensure that the turtle would not escape.

What if...it's useful?

Underwater, Qingying was searching next to Grandpa Qing, trying to find a perfect position.

They, the horned dragon clan, love water. In fact, most dragons love water and would rather stay in the water than go ashore.

Only Chen Zhu was an exception. He particularly liked going ashore.

So, she planned to find a good location for it, where there were some cavities underwater with a comfortable environment.

"Xiaoying, you care about that child very much."

Qing Lao said jokingly: "When he grows up, you can marry him."

"Wouldn't that mean I have to wait ten thousand years? I can't wait that long."

Qingying shook his head: "Besides, he has been blessed by the Ancestral Dragon. Maybe he can grow up to be an innate god in the future."

"Innate God? How difficult it is."

Old Qing sighed. He had also been blessed and taught by the Ancestral Dragon, but now he could not remember how many years he had lived. He only knew that the small family he had casually established had grown into such a behemoth.

That is the ceratosaurus clan in front of us.

"Grandpa Qing, when did you become an innate god?"

Qing Ying asked curiously, and Qing Lao shook his head: "It's still early, it's still early, I can only see a little shadow now."

"It's a pity that I have never seen what an innate god looks like."

Qingying said regretfully that she knew Longsheng’s goal, but she never knew what that goal was specifically.

"It is said that becoming an innate god will give you the chance to see the Ancestral Dragon. I really want to see what the Ancestral Dragon looks like."

"You probably won't be able to see Zulong now." Elder Qing laughed, "But it's not impossible to see Xiantian God. An old friend of mine is coming to see me soon, and he is a real Xiantian God."

Elder Qing thought for a moment and said, "When the time comes, the outstanding dragons in the tribe can come and take a look. If they can give you some pointers, it will be a blessing for you."

"Then I'll call Zhu Ming!"

"Okay~Call Zhuming."

Chen Zhu, who had no idea that he would be in public again, looked at Shui Qun with a dull look in his eyes and an unconscious smile on his lips.

Wei WuXian: "Oh no! That guy ran away and I couldn't find him."

Chen Dachui: "I would rather leave regrets for morality than leave hidden dangers for life. Brother, go dark."

Han Li: "It should not have run far. I suggest covering the entire territory with a formation, and releasing them one by one. If we can't find them, we can refine that area."

Good, good, everyone is really brainstorming. He likes it here. Everyone speaks well and is talented.

Zhu Ming: "Me too."

The boring life of a dragon requires these regulators. Chen Zhu finished his practice for today and looked behind him.

The inside of the trunk is covered with scratches.

Counting the days, it seems that the talent CD cooldown is almost over.

Which world do you want to benefit?

Or, why not go meet King Frieza and see what the planet he built for himself is like?
It’s only 400,000, which is somewhat insufficient, and it’s relatively fixed.

Zhuhuo Shendao needs more firewood.

Outside, the Taiyuan Spirit Turtle kept crawling on the wall that Chen Zhu had casually built, looking at him from time to time.

Just when he was struggling, someone unexpectedly sent him a message.

Patriarch Bodhi: "Zhu Ming, come and see the master."

In the Sanxing Cave, Patriarch Bodhi looked at the luck in front of him and slowly shook his head.

Still failed.

He tried to use the luck from the Journey to the West world, but still couldn't condense it.

This only proves one thing, that Zhuming's world is too huge and the luck required is far beyond his imagination.

The entire Journey to the West world is far from enough.

"The body of an ordinary creature that has not practiced cultivation is comparable to that of a Daluo. After practicing cultivation, it can even catch up to a Quasi-Sage. How terrifying."

Patriarch Bodhi's eyes were filled with regret, and karma was burning on his whisk.

"Regrets can never be made up."

He looked straight ahead. Zhuming hadn't appeared for several years.

The rotten peaches in the back mountain are ripe and falling. If no one comes, Wukong will leave.

He planned to let the two brothers have a good talk and get closer. Wukong was a child with a tragic fate, and maybe his brother could save him in the future.

And himself...

“Being behind bars is not being free.”

A long sigh filled the Sanxing Cave. This Sanxing Cave, which was so small and small, only trapped itself...

Patriarch Bodhi sent me a message.

Chen Zhu looked at his phone and suppressed the smile on his face. He stood up and sat down again several times.

"Forget it, let's go and take a look."

Even if there is danger, he can just come back.

A few days later, the talent CD cooled down, Chen Zhu looked up, and this time he saw Fangcun Mountain himself.

After practicing, it was finally no longer the master who led him in. The real dragon shrank its body and Zhuming stepped onto the stairs.

This was the first time he measured this place in person.

(End of this chapter)