[Honghuang] Every time I go through calamities, I see Zulong hatching eggs

Fuxi, who was reincarnated, grew up day by day in the Fengdun tribe of Huaxu State. As the illegitimate son of Zulong, he enjoyed extremely special treatment in the tribe. After the old patriarch abdicated, he was successfully elected as the new patriarch.

Under the leadership of Fuxi and the fame of the illegitimate son of the totem ancestor dragon, the Fenggun tribe grew day by day, and Fuxi also carried out a series of reforms. After his fame was in full swing, he began to faintly recall the things of his previous life.

It's a pity that he hasn't accumulated enough enlightenment merits, these memories can only flash back in his sleep, and he can't see clearly in a daze. Sometimes when Fuxi wakes up, he can't tell if it is a dream.

He also once felt that he really had a rich imagination, and he could imagine that he was the elder brother of Empress Nuwa plus a male ticket. Obviously, he was only the illegitimate son of Zulong's father, and he must not covet the holy empress.

Fuxi grew up day by day with an indescribable sense of guilt, until one day he had another evil dream and couldn't sleep, so he found a small river and squatted in a daze, when he saw a dragon horse and a white turtle reciting books A scroll with writing emerges from the river.

Fuxi was stunned for a while, and then felt guilty. Could it be that Empress Nuwa discovered the little Jiujiu in her heart and sent her little soldiers to abuse him.

He was a bit uneasy, seeing that these two seemingly supernatural creatures did not have any attacking intentions, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately shifted his attention to the things they were carrying.

Fuxi tentatively stretched out his hand, and took Hetu Luoshu off the backs of the dragon horse and the white turtle, and pulled them apart to see that there were dots criss-crossing them, a strange pattern that was messy and incomprehensible.

"..." Fuck, I don't understand. Fuxi was very nervous, and subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his palms on the bark that was used as pants.

He can subconsciously feel that this thing is extraordinary, and has a strong connection with himself in the dark. If it can be used properly, it will definitely make a big step forward in human development.

But Fuxi silently turned over the Hetu Luoshu for a long time, and found that the heavenly book is still a heavenly book, and if he doesn't understand it, he just doesn't understand it.

The corner of his mouth twitched, his face was expressionless, and he was thinking deeply. He said that his father Zulong was not very smart, and maybe he, as his son, was also affected to a certain extent.

——Sure enough, from the perspective of IQ, his real identity is the illegitimate son of Zulong, and has nothing to do with the rumored smart and wise Empress Nuwa, otherwise he wouldn't be unable to solve even this level of problem solving.

Fuxi was very sad. He thought that maybe as an ordinary human being, he might not have enough time to make more contributions to the human race. He also thought that his strength was insufficient, but he never thought that the one who defeated him in the end was brought out from the womb IQ.

Fuxi blamed himself for a long time, and the dragon horse and white tortoise who were in charge of carrying Hetu Luoshu were impatient to wait beside them. According to what the mighty Zulong who descended from the sky just now said, they had to hand over the magic weapon to Fuxi, and then waited. Seeing Fuxi's tiger body startled, he took the magic weapon to establish the emperor's throne, and then chose one of them as a mount.

But when he was holding the scroll, he started to be in a daze, not at all pointing to one of the two as a means of transportation. Longma and Baigui looked at each other silently, signaling each other with their eyes.

——Does the future master have a bad brain?

——Be considerate of others, isn't this the illegitimate son of Lord Zulong?It's not his fault.

The two of them discussed for a while, and they both felt that waiting like this was not an option. Rather than handing over the choice to Fuxi and letting the two of them stay here foolishly and don't know how long they will have to wait, it is better for the two of them to decide in advance which one to choose. Be (zhi) sit (mao) ride (yi) for a fool.

In view of the fact that the future owner seems to be a little unreliable, it is impossible for them to recommend volunteers who voluntarily sacrifice. In the end, through the prehistoric version of rock-paper-scissors, the dragon horse with stone-shaped hooves was killed by the white turtle with cloth-shaped turtle feet. The record of ten to ten is perfect.

Fuxi was stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses again, he found that the white turtle had disappeared, only Long Mala had a standard donkey face, looking at him with a dark face.

He carefully put Hetu Luoshu away, stepped forward and touched Longma's neck, and said happily, "Are you staying here to be my mount voluntarily?"

"..." Ryoma hesitated for a while between lying or saying something that hurt him - he is a kind person, otherwise he would not have been abused by the white turtle with such a simple trick - and finally became silent nod.

How does Fu Xi feel that this mount is high-end and elegant, even if he is limited by his talent and can't read Hetu Luoshu for the rest of his life, this trip to the riverside is not in vain. With one finger, he said in high spirits: "Let's go, let's go back to the Fenggun tribe!"

The white tortoise had been hiding at the bottom of the river until the dragon-horse took Fuxi away with small steps, and then heaved a sigh of relief and emerged from the river, thanking himself for being smart enough to escape.

Zulong, who dispatched dragon horses and white turtles to carry Hetu Luoshu on his back, showed up at this time, raised the corners of his mouth in the direction Fuxi left, and said with a sneer, "I knew he couldn't understand Hetu Luoshu. Only brother Ji is so smart that he can comprehend the formation without a teacher."

This is something that Zulong has always been very proud of. Di Jun only comprehended the Zhoutian Xingchen formation with the help of the demon master Kunpeng, and he knew it when he saw Fuxi's "=口=" face when he saw Hetu Luoshu This guy didn't understand either.

——Before Zulong handed over Hetu Luoshu to Longma and Baigui, he also opened it curiously and took a look. Of course, he didn't understand it, but this did not prevent him from holding the thigh of the great god to other people who couldn't understand Launches a taunt attack.

The white tortoise was so respectful that it was almost frightened. It buried its head in the mud by the river and knelt down to the ancestor dragon.

She dared to slander Fuxi, it was because Fuxi's mana had not fully recovered, and now he was just a human being with a shallow cultivation level, but to Zulong, even if the other party's words were flawed, Bai Gui would not dare to show any disrespect thought.

Zulong smiled at her, stretched out his hand to take off the shell from the back of the white turtle, played with it in his hand, and sighed: "Fuxi's magic power is low at this time, and he can't comprehend the mystery of the magic weapon. I need your turtle shell." Give him a helping hand."

Humans like to use tortoise shells for divination, because the patterns on tortoise shells have extremely special power. This white tortoise has matured for tens of thousands of years and lived in Luoshui, which coincides with the meaning of Luoshu. Books do help.

The turtle shell is extremely important to every turtle spirit. If it is not around, it will greatly damage the cultivation base, and it will be even more difficult to make progress in the future.Bai Gui was stunned when he heard this, his heart ached like blood, but he didn't dare to refute, he hurriedly said: "Everything is under the arrangement of the adults."

Zulong smiled slightly: "You can rest assured that Fuxi will have a great contribution to the human race in the future, and he will also have a share of your merit, and will never treat you badly." The person who handed over Hetu Luoshu may have another opportunity, and he will have a great fortune in the future.

At any rate, the other party did me a favor, and besides, I still had to take away the tortoise shell, which really seemed to be the worst thing I could do. After doing some calculations, Zu Long realized: "You have a relationship with Master Tongtian. Fate, you can go to Penglai Biyou Palace to learn from a teacher by yourself with a volume of my manuscript."

In the prehistoric world where family background is very important, having a good master is more effective than ten tortoise shells.The white tortoise was very excited, and the slight complaints about being robbed of the tortoise shell disappeared immediately, lying in the mud and kowtowing one after another.

"It doesn't matter, the fate is determined by heaven. You are destined to be with Tongtian. This seat gave you a little push. Even if you don't have this seat, you will be a general under the Tongtian seat sooner or later." Zu Long calculated the future of the white turtle. The Holy Mother of Guiling, who will definitely become one of the four major disciples of the Tongtian Sect, is just destined to be killed. Thinking that I will help out once in the future, it can be regarded as the end of the karma caused by the gift of the shell today.

He waved his hand, lifted up the thankful Mother of the Turtle Spirit, and sent it directly to the outskirts of Penglai Island, thousands of miles away.Then Zulong put the white tortoise shell into his sleeve and sent the tortoise shell to Fuxi through his dream.

When Zulong left Tanlangxing to complete the task assigned by the Heavenly Dao, Xiao Si and Xiao Wu wiped away the ginseng fruit given by Zhen Yuanzi, and there was already a movement, and it would probably hatch in a short time.

This time the lower realm also delayed him a lot of time, Zulong was in a hurry to go home, so he didn't say much to Fuxi, sneaked into Fuxi's sleep with a cool and noble air, and said, "This thing is very important to you. Useful" and left.

Finally, he did not dream of Nuwa Empress, but dreamed of his own father, and his own father gave him something. Fuxi woke up and pinched the tortoise shell excitedly. Finally, he confirmed his identity. He will doubt this, even if his father is a father, he will love him the same.

Zulong didn't realize at all that Nuwa and his man had inadvertently determined that he was really his real father. As soon as he returned to Greedy Wolf Star, he saw two piles of broken eggshells piled up on the ground, and Ji Wujiu held a son in his hand and was looking at it carefully.

Zu Long, who was used to having his sons as dystocia, shuddered. He didn't expect to give birth so smoothly this time, but he was also worried about what would happen if the two dead children grew deformed again.

He struggled for a while, but he didn't dare to look at Ji Wujiu's palm, he raised his eyes, stared at Ji Wujiu's eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice trembled: "How is it, is the result beautiful this time?"

Zu Long said that he was also guessing, seeing Ji Wujiu's expression was very calm, even if he saw him, he didn't show any embarrassment.

Sure enough, Ji Wujiu smiled at him, and nodded calmly: "Little four is called 'Pulao', and little five is called 'Suan Ni', you can hug them."

Zu Long breathed a sigh of relief, and dared to move his eyes downward, and saw that Ji Wujiu's left hand was a dark green long and slender creature, and his right hand was a golden yellow plush lion.

Judging by the color of the eggshells of the twins, the long strip is Pulao, and the golden lion should be Suanni.Zulong was somewhat entangled in why the twins would look so unimaginable, but Pu Lao was a fairly standard dragon shape, with a dragon head and a dragon body, and he was overjoyed.

This is a little milk dragon that was born after two Yuanhui's painstaking efforts. Zu Long rushed forward and directly grabbed Pu Lao from Ji Wujiu's hands and pulled Pu Lao into his arms. He checked it from beginning to end, it was unbelievable. Said: "It's really a dragon!"

Hearing the words, Ji Wujiu touched the head of Suan Ni who was ignored by Father Long to express his comfort, seeing that Suan Ni was smiling and didn't care at all, so he nodded and kept smiling like a mountain.

Originally, he was a little worried that Zulong would dislike Pulao because he was too small, half smaller than normal dragons, but after the blows of the previous sons, Zulong's standard has dropped very low Now, no matter how big or small, as long as he is the son of the dragon shape, he will love it.

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Pu Lao used stunted dragons to form Zulong's favorite son. His hobby is barking, and his specialty is loud voice. He likes bouncing and bouncing down from the planet where he was assigned to live. Shout out to the Nether.

The people in the lower realm were frightened at first by the sound of thunder that came from the sky from time to time in the blue sky and daylight. It was one particular star that made the strange sound.

People originally wanted to name this star "Thunder Star", but Fuxi considered that there was a god in charge of thunder and lightning living in Lei Ze next to them as a neighbor, so it seemed inappropriate to name a star after someone else's name respect.

Fortunately, there was also a saying of "the voice of gold and stone" among the people at this time, so he decided to name the star where Pu Lao lived as "Golden Star".

Suan Ni, on the other hand, likes to smoke and smoke, so he found a lot of plants and piled them on his own planet, lit a fire and sat on the fire while enjoying the smoke.It's just that the smoke must be choking. He likes this feeling very much. Several of his brothers are grateful, and even the prisoner and evil master who live on two nearby planets have changed places.

So at night, many human beings were pointing at a planet that was emitting fire. The first star was named "Mars".

The human race naturally shouted long live the emperor, but Fuxi always felt sad when he looked up at Venus and Mars in the dead of night.He vaguely figured out that these two stars that suddenly emanated visions should be the birth of another dragon prince, so these two should be his own younger brothers.

As the prospective prince of the Dragon clan who was exiled and unable to return home, Fuxi always sighed deeply, thinking that only by implementing the prehistoric monogamy system and promoting loyalty to his partner can he stop the tragedy of illegitimate children like himself without human rights from the source.