Sword Intent Ling Ran

Fuxi's words saved the withered Nuwa. This natural goddess instantly gained the meaning of existence from her brother's words. She became bright and happy again, and the original wild grassland was once again filled with Nuwa's happy laughter. .

"Brother Fuxi, what's the matter, are the children doing well today?" Because of the difference in temperament between the two, Fuxi, who was supposed to be the younger brother, was often called "brother" by the casual Nuwa. Taking it for granted has also become a relationship recognized by heaven and earth.

"Wa, did we make a mistake? These little people are too fragile." Fuxi looked at the creature conceived in his hands with a bitter face.

It was a huge bottomless ditch, and clusters of huge flowing black clouds meandered in the ditch, which was as pure and beautiful as the night of the prehistoric world. The clear water from the source of the Yellow River passed by the black cloud, full of The exuberant and beautiful vitality, the weird and strange power mixed in the black cloud, even Fuxi, who gave birth to the ancient gods in heaven and earth, had to use it carefully.

Fuxi used a stone ladle full of strange symbols to scoop up the black cloud, and then added some water from the Yellow River. A miraculous thing happened. It turned into yellow soil, and as Fuxi stretched out his hands to knead it, rough human shapes came out one by one, but all of these human shapes had a pair of beautiful snake tails.

Nüwa squatted beside Fuxi, and blew on these figures. These little clay figures had grown all over, with hair, eyes, nose and mouth. They opened their eyes and looked at them curiously. Looking at the new world, he laughed happily at Fuxi and Nuwa, and stretched out his hand to hug Fuxi and Nuwa.

Nuwa's eyes were full of happiness, she hugged the newborn little man, but the good times didn't last long, the next second the little man was in pain, although they grew the same upper body as Nuwa Fuxi, they didn't know Why, the snake tail on the lower body still looks like dirt.

Soon, these mud snake tails lost their supporting strength and turned into a soft pool of mud. The little people also lay on the ground in pain. The gods howled in pain for help.

But it's useless. Although the gods made them, they also don't know why they can only transform into half of their real bodies, and can only watch their creations howling in pain.

Nuwa's expression also became sad and painful, her eyes were filled with tears, water drops fell down her cheeks, she also stretched out her hand to hug these, but was held back by Fuxi.

Fuxi shook his head: "Wa, you know it's not possible. Although I found such a strange material, if it fails, the pain and resentment in their bodies from the raw material can even pollute us. Although the aura of the Yellow River water can purify them, But the premise is not to fail."

"Children, I will definitely find a way, my children, you are in too much pain!" Nuwa's face was full of tears, she looked sadly at the little people in pain on the ground, watching them finally slow down. Slowly turning into a puddle of soft mud, at the last moment of disappearing, there was still resentment distorted by the extreme pain on their faces.

"Sister Wa, we can definitely figure out a way." Although Fuxi is not very interested in making villains, but Nuwa likes it, he will definitely accompany her to do it well, let Nuwa find her own meaning, not to mention, After starting to make villains, Fuxi faintly felt a kind of realization. As these villains gradually took shape, that kind of understanding became deeper and deeper, and began to gradually take shape. Man-made appeared.

Nuwa tried countless ways, but no matter what she did, those villains turned into a puddle of ooze in the end, so that after Heiyun used him as a human being, he accumulated more and more resentment, and the last time he almost hurt Nuwa, The two had to suspend creation and use the water of the Yellow River to completely clean up their grievances once.

"Nuwa, stop it, I think this thing is too dangerous." Fuxi frowned: "Why don't we just let the two of us be together? There is no place in the entire wilderness that the two of us can't go to. We can play freely everywhere." Okay, let's do each other's meaning, shall we?"

"No, I must succeed, there must be something wrong." Nuwa directly rejected Fuxi: "I have to think about it again."

"Nuwa!" Fuxi looked like he was about to cry, he hugged Nuwa tightly: "Stop doing this, I feel very bad."

As if she didn't expect Fuxi to be so worried, Nuwa was stunned, and then she turned around and hugged Fuxi: "You understand, Fuxi, this is what I mean. Once you know it, you can't resist it. You also have your own mission. Creating a human must be done." It will succeed, and your meaning will also appear at that time, Fuxi, continue."

Nuwa is right. Once the gods born in heaven and earth discover their own meaning, they will continue to do it without hesitation. They will never stop without exception. There are some exceptions for Fuxi. Nuwa often wonders whether it is because Fuxi was born after him, so This is only the case when there is not enough spirit energy allocated.

But she didn't tell Fuxi these words, because in an accident, the clay figurine in Nuwa's hand fell to the ground, a snake tail broke in two, and five points fell out of the tip of the tail. It would not survive, but a miraculous thing happened. Not only did this strange-looking clay figurine survive, but it also jumped around happily calling Nuwa mother.

His lower body is especially firm, and he will never rot into a pile of soft mud like a snake's tail, and his body does not have the negative effects of black clouds, because it is exceptionally clean due to the washing of the Yellow River water.

Nuwa succeeded. She pointed to this strange clay figurine and said to Fuxi: "Although he only has the same upper body as ours, he is so cute. His upper body is the same as ours, but the lower body is split. Why don't we call this appearance the same as ours?" 'People'."

After Nuwa succeeded, she began to make clay figurines non-stop. She divided the clay figurines into men and women according to the appearance of herself and Fuxi. She made several ethnic groups. She found that these clay figurines could not be regarded as clay figurines in the end. They would reproduce by themselves. Living, becoming the new spirit of the Great Desolate World.

They are much more interesting than the creatures in the wild world, because they are made of strange black clouds and the water of the Yellow River from the source of the wild. With strange ideas, once they have an idea, they will immediately make it. Even Nuwa was attracted by their novelty, and Fuxi gradually changed his mind, because the birth of these people gave birth to their own ability to , he began to guide these villains with new abilities.

But these human groups are too fragile, they can't adapt to the wild environment, casual exposure to the sun, wind and even cold will kill them, and even the wild beasts can become their biggest threat.

In order to create a stable environment for these villains, Fuxi and Nuwa decided to transform the wild world. They expended a lot of energy to expel Jiuri Jiuyue to the back of the wild land, and drove all the beasts in the wild world to Jiuri. , only the weakest beasts were left, and the trees with fangs and claws were also removed. Although they were reluctant, Nuwa Fuxi did it after spending a lot of time.

The transformed world is fully suitable for human habitation. They multiply and grow gradually. Fuxi taught them a lot of knowledge and let them know how to survive better. People are very smart and learn quickly. They gradually gave birth to civilization and Tribes gave birth to their unique god worship.

Nuwa Fuxi was very happy at first, and sometimes they would pretend to be adults to live with them. Although the lifespan of the human race is very short, the changes from day to day made the two gods very novel.

But the good times didn’t last long, one day Fuxi found that the newly born gods began to weaken, and they returned to the embrace of heaven and earth for no reason, and more and more ancient gods disappeared, until one day this change came to Fuxi, and Fuxi carried At the beginning, I found that although the scorching sun in the sky was shining brightly, the will of the Golden Crow that made the scorching sun become a spirit disappeared, and the scorching sun became a dead thing that could only rise and fall day by day. the land, then the gods should also dissipate.

"Brother Fuxi, although we are leaving, as the ancestor who created them, I always feel uneasy." Nuwa suddenly said to Fuxi one day: "I often think about making their black clouds, that At that time, we were busy making people, and it seemed that we never thought about the black clouds in the deep ditch, Brother Fuxi, I am worried about the children."

"The black cloud is something we don't know, it's not owned by the wild land itself, it gives human beings strength, they are so smart that we are also amazed, it is because of the black cloud, but the dark black cloud will also bring disasters to human beings, this kind of disaster It still comes from human beings themselves, and finally sweeps the entire human race, just like no matter how we stop them, they will sometimes kill each other, this is their law, just like our law will dissipate."

Nuwa's expression became serious: "Brother Fuxi, you also feel it, right? They will usher in a catastrophe, just like we will return to heaven and earth, and they will also return to the black cloud that gave them their spirits."

"It's still the negative and tyrannical kind, because the aura of the Yellow River water will become less and less, without the aura that can purify them, the part of the black cloud will no longer be suppressed, and will eventually attract their origin, the black cloud from the bottom of the abyss. , and finally the whole land will be submerged." Fuxi explained while drawing the eight trigrams formation.

"But I don't want the children to have such an ending. Even though we used black clouds as raw materials, the children still have the wild Yellow River water in their bodies and our breath. They are the things we have worked hard to make. Those who come out should not all return to the black cloud in the end, Fuxi, you realized the Bagua formation because of the children, can't you think of a way?"

Fuxi stopped the gossip array in his hand, straightened his upper body and sighed: "Sister Wa, I don't have time, this is the last thing I leave for you."