To live in the floods [ floods ]

The current human race is no longer the lich period, that weak human race with only one tribe.

After thousands of years of reproduction, the human race has expanded and established many settlements around the ancestral land, like a spark of fire in this wild land.

At this time, in the ancestral land of the human race, there is a bluestone house built by the Chao family, which can be called beautiful in this era.

Shang Qian held a bowl of dark soup in his hand, and he stuffed the bowl into Fuxi's hand with great enthusiasm.

"I must be too tired from studying recently. Look at how thin you are. If your teacher sees it, it will definitely hurt you."

Fuxi was terrified and tried to push the black poison-like soup out of his hand.

Although in the past few years, he has not successfully refused every time.But the unpalatable level of this soup still makes Fuxi carry out this kind of indifferent resistance from the bottom of his heart every time.

——This bowl of soup was made by Shang Qian himself!OMG, hands on!

The taste of this soup is as bad as a stinking wild boar's nest, and when you drink it in your stomach, it's like eating something indescribable.

Shang Qian raised his eyebrows, looked at the two thick dark circles under Fuxi's eyelids with pity, and directly squeezed Fuxi's back collar, and poured the bowl of Shiquan Dabu soup in his hand into Fuxi's mouth .

This is a bowl of Shiquan Dabu Tang that she specially found from the waists of two celestial-level tiger demons and added dozens of elixir, which can make the human body withstand the strong medicinal power.

If she wasn't afraid that this little kid would be tossed to death by her apprentice, she wouldn't be bothered to put in so much effort.

After a stick of incense, Fu Xi, who was paralyzed on the ground with a strange smell in his mouth and lost his desire to live, his eyes were empty: "Why...why is this like this...why do I have to suffer like this..."

He is only 12 years old this year, and he has already endured pain that he should not have endured.

The room leak happened to be raining overnight, at this moment, a robust middle-aged man wearing animal skins rushed into the room anxiously, his eyes lit up when he saw Fuxi, he picked up Fuxi and went out.

"Shun, what are you going to do? Put me down!" Fuxi was pinned helplessly under his shoulders, kicking his legs and trying to struggle.

The man called Shou didn't mean to put Fuxi down at all, he just smiled: "The two small tribes separated out the year before last had a conflict because of a prey, and now more than a dozen men from the two tribes are fighting together. It's a mess. Isn't that right, I have to ask you to go and uphold justice!"

Why come to him again!Fuxi yelled in dissatisfaction: "Where is Youchao? He is the leader of the human race now. You should go to him for this kind of thing."

Hunting carelessly scratched the back of his head with his other free hand: "The leader went to a distant tribe to teach them how to build a house! Besides, the leader doesn't know how to mediate. You have to come to disputes, anyway, you are the next leader... ... They are all leaders, and it is different who you look for."

So in the half day that was finally free, Fuxi first adjusted the conflict between the two tribes caused by a hare, and then dealt with the fight caused by the quarrel between a couple. The animal skins are distributed.

As the night gradually darkened, Fuxi sat by the campfire with his hands folded around his knees, and Shang Qian sat beside him. There was no conversation between the two of them.

"Ms. Shangqian." Fuxi suddenly said sullenly.

Shang Qian responded, "Yes."

Fuxi raised his head and looked at the starry sky, and sighed: "Why am I only 12 years old, not only do I have to study but also handle the things that the leader should do?"

Tired, tired every day.To learn the knowledge of the human race from Taoist Kong Xuan, and to learn the knowledge of cultivation from the envoy of the Nuwa Empress, and to handle tribal affairs on behalf of the leader in his spare time.

Shang Qian also sighed and comforted: "Young people must struggle! Struggle is an excellent virtue, and only hard work can create a better future. You must be a person of value to the human race."

"Sometimes I wonder what my previous life was like." Fuxi fell into deep thought.

Ok?

Shang Qian's heart tightened, and a series of magical methods that could cleanse memory quickly flashed through his mind.

Why do I remember it now!I shouldn't think about it now, I haven't finished my life yet, how can I think about the things in my previous life!

But Fuxi didn't know Shang Qian's inner shock. He continued with a frowning face, "Sometimes when I have to take care of the affairs that the leader should be doing, I occasionally feel an indescribable feeling of familiarity in my heart, as if this It's the same thing I've done many times before."

Sometimes he would even be rebellious and want to beat up the unreliable leader. The first time he had this idea, Fuxi was taken aback by himself. Later, this idea came to mind many times Fuxi always felt that he might be dizzy from learning, something went wrong with his brain.

Otherwise, why would he feel that this idea of ​​his has been kept in his heart in his previous life and he failed to take action, and now he feels extremely regretful for being inexplicable.

"Ha, ha, ha." Shang Qian's eyes dodged, and he was extremely guilty. Thanks to the dark sky, although there was a bonfire, he still couldn't see the expressions of the people beside him clearly.

Speaking of it, it does have a little relationship with her. After all, Fuxi's boss in her previous life was Di Jun, and Di Jun would come down to exchange ideas with her every year, so it would be obvious who would replace Di Jun...

Fuxi didn't hear Shang Qian's guilty conscience at all. His short 12-year career in the human race left him with the impression that Shangqian Empress and Nuwa Empress are the two most important gods to the human race, so Fuxi did not do anything to Shang Qian at all. Non-positive guesses.

——Even if Kong Xuan, the terrifying man who has been pressing him to study, is Shang Qian's big disciple.

Fu Xi babbled: "Why is it that I am the only child in the entire human race who is so pitiful? No, it won't work like this. Other children should also learn from it."

"Yes!" Fu Xi suddenly thought of something, clapped his hands fiercely and stood up.

"I'm going to suggest to the elders that all the children of the human race should be captured and learned, and let them learn to hunt traps and plant from an early age!"

Fuxi showed a perverted smile, he wanted everyone to study with him.

Shang Qian silently lit a stick of incense in his heart for the children of the tribe who lost their childhood happiness, but said on the face seriously: "You are right, a good childhood is used to lay the foundation for life, how can we let them Every day I only know how to play in the mud with bare legs!"

Fuxi nodded excitedly, and immediately turned around to discuss with the elder, before leaving, he suddenly remembered the words of encouragement before Shang Qian, and clenched his fists.

"You are right, the meaning of life lies in struggle! I want to call on everyone to learn from you!"

Shang Qian repeatedly shook his head in horror: "No, no, you still have to choose a method that suits you."

Just kidding, learn from her, how does she know what struggle is.Kong Xuan and Fuxi are typical liver emperors, but she is different. She has always insisted on both learning and entertainment.

In order not to let himself become a role model for misleading children, Shang Qian left the human race with his tail between his legs in a dejected manner early the next morning, and returned to Kunlun Mountain.

Two groups of people on Kunlun Mountain are confronting each other, and everyone has a look of indignation on their faces.

Among them, the two men who stood in the center had bruises on their faces and blood at the corners of their mouths.

The man on the left is wearing a yellow robe, and the people behind him are also wearing the same style of robes as him.The man on the right is wearing a gray Taoist robe, and the styles of Taoist robes on several people behind him are different.

"Taoist Ci Hang, you are too deceitful!" Qin Wan held a cold sword in his hand, and glared at the gray-clothed Taoist opposite him.

"Usually you look down on me a lot in terms of words. I see that you are more tolerant of you because you belong to the same three religions, but this time you let your mount eat the elixir I planted. You are simply bullying me. good temper!"

Qin Wan was furious, and there was a pile of elixir whiskers with only roots scattered around his feet.

Cihang sneered: "My mount has always been obedient and obedient, how could it be mixed with you, a furry and feathered person? I looked at these elixir, and it was clear that you couldn't restrain your demonic nature and ate it, but you were relying on my mount on the head."

Cihang caressed her six-legged spirit deer distressedly. There seemed to be a two-finger-deep bloodstain on the neck of this spirit deer, and blood was oozing out.

"You guys!" As soon as the four words were uttered, several disciples of Jiejiao couldn't bear it immediately, and rushed forward to beat them without saying a word.

Chanjiao people are not afraid of them, they are just ordinary outer disciples of Jiejiao, how can they compare with them, if those 4 inner disciples are here today, maybe they still have half points left, but it is just Some outer disciples with low cultivation bases are not worthy of their fear.

But within a few breaths, the two gangs had already fought together.

Suddenly an irresistible force appeared, forcibly separating the two disciples who were fighting.

Shang Qian appeared from mid-air, condescending and majestic: "Enough! For a small matter, you make a big move regardless of the friendship between the two religions. How can you have the demeanor of a disciple of a great religion?"

She didn't expect to encounter such a bad thing when she first arrived in Kunlun Mountain. Although today's incident seemed insignificant, it made Shang Qian see a very bad sign.

To put it in a small way, it is a small conflict between explaining the teaching and cutting off the teaching of ordinary disciples, and in a big way, it is the discord between the two religions, which lays the groundwork for the future catastrophe of conferring gods.

"Elder Sister Mingjian, what happened today is that the disciples of Chanjiao failed to restrain their mounts and stole the spiritual grass I planted. It was their fault." When Qin Wan saw that the person who came was the senior sister from his own teaching, he seemed to have found it. The backer was as excited as a mountain, and told the ins and outs like beans, and said it again.

Cihang dissatisfied and retorted: "Senior Sister Shang, don't favor him just because he is a disciple of your congregation. It is obvious that this person is too small-minded, but he wants to kill my mount with just two spiritual grasses. My mount is certainly wrong, but It’s not a mistake to die.”

As soon as the two finished speaking, the other members of the two sects started arguing as if they were afraid that the money would be eccentric.

Shang Qian rubbed the center of his brows, feeling extremely headache.These people are idle, and for such a trivial matter, it developed into a gang fight between more than a dozen people and disciples of the two religions. It seems that there is still less homework.

Alas, when two great religions with different teachings stay together, there will always be friction and conflict among disciples.

This one disapproves of that one, that one looks down on this... It is necessary to find a way to resolve this bad atmosphere of looking down on each other.

It would be good to hold a competition where people from the two religions can compete in a fair manner.