The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 21 Nuwa Saint Is a Brother Control
Saints can't bully people like this!

But Houtu didn't dare to say that directly, coughed dryly, covered up his embarrassment, and smiled wryly: "Ms. Hongxiu, Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, it's not good for us to talk about the saint behind his back like this. If the saint blames it... "

When he said this, Hou Tu looked at Empress Nuwa, but Empress Nuwa just picked up the wine glass to drink, but ignored her.

But how could Houtu think that Jiang Shi would be so courageous!I only saw Jiang Shi waved his hand, and said carelessly: "It's okay, didn't fellow Daoist Xiaotu say last time that saints are usually very busy, so they don't pay attention to us small people. For example, last time the Sanqing saints didn't blame us, did they?" .”

Oh hoo, have you guys talked about the Sanqing sages?
Empress Nuwa glanced at Houtuzuwu, and gave a meaningful look. After seeing Houtuzuwu, her heart felt cold, and she could only silently say:

My fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, last time the Sanqing sage was far away, and it was only okay with my magic power to cover it.Today this Nuwa sage is sitting in front of you, don't say anything you shouldn't say, otherwise I won't be able to save you.

But Houtu also silently made up his mind, if Jiang Shi said something he shouldn't say later, he would ask Empress Nuwa to spare his life if he didn't want to save face.Originally, I asked Empress Nuwa to give Jiang Shi a chance, but don't let the chance become a disaster.

Jiang Shi drank the fire jujube wine in the wine glass, wiped his mouth, and then said: "Why is Saint Nuwa in a bad mood, but I can't say anything, lest I say something wrong and hurt Empress Hongxiu instead. "

Saint Nuwa's expression didn't change when she heard this, but she looked down upon her in her heart: That's it?

But then Jiang Shi's words made Empress Nuwa's complexion change.

"Although I don't know what Sage Nuwa is worrying about right now, I do know what Sage Nuwa is most worried about." Jiang Shi leaned over his head, with that little secret expression on his face, and said quietly : "Let me tell you, Saint Nuwa is a brother-in-law!"

On the saint's face, say that the saint is a brother...

No help, just die.

Jiang Shi, however, was dull and didn't realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere on the field, so he talked eloquently: "A sage is indestructible, transcending the prehistoric world, but a sage also has feelings, and has relatives, friends, teachers and friends who can't let go of them. It is her elder brother Fuxi the Great God."

Empress Nuwa couldn't help being shocked, she was a saint, and the most worrying thing was actually said by a small human race!Couldn't resist drinking a glass of jujube wine, Empress Nuwa suppressed her thoughts and asked slowly: "Oh, how do you say that?"

Houtu also moved his head closer, with a gossip and curiosity on his face.brother control?Interesting!

"To put it simply, a saint is immortal, so is the Nuwa saint. But although Fuxi is a master of Taoism, he is not a saint after all. One day he will be robbed, and there will be a day when the Tao will die. Nuwa saint and Fuxi are brothers and sisters. Deep, naturally I don't want to see my brother fall, but there is no good way, so I am naturally upset."

Jiang Shi spread his hands: "This is just human nature, it's easy to infer."

In the prehistoric world, although the aura is abundant and the descendants of various gods and demons have a long lifespan, in theory, apart from the ancestor Hongjun and the six saints, the twelve ancestor witches can live forever.The former is to become a saint and become an ancestor, while the latter inherits Pangu's blood essence. Although he can live forever, he may still be killed.

Except for these nineteen, all other living beings, even those with the highest cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian, will die sooner or later if they fail to become saints.

The same is true of Fuxi, and after the speculation of Nuwa and Fuxi, Fuxi may live another kalpa and be about to die, so why not upset Nuwa.A measure of calamity means that although time is long, it will eventually come.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, then what can you do to solve Empress Nuwa's troubles?" Suddenly hearing Jiang Shi's straightforward words, Empress Nuwa couldn't help calling Jiang Shi as a fellow daoist, and asked for advice on the solution.

After the voice finished speaking, Empress Nuwa couldn't help laughing herself.Isn't this a rush to seek medical treatment for a sudden illness? Even a dignified sage himself has no solution. He actually asks a small human race to let others know, I'm afraid he will laugh his ass off.

Nuwa saint who didn't expect Jiang Shi to answer, couldn't help picking up the wine glass and drinking another glass, but suddenly heard Jiang Shi's words, and accidentally choked.The saint choked on the drink, who would believe it?
"Cough, cough, fellow Taoist Jiang Shi, what did you just say?!" Empress Nuwa didn't even have time to wipe off the wine stains from the corners of her mouth.

"Miss Hongxiu, although I'm not sure, I have two thoughts that I can try."

Nuwa was stunned. Okay, I'm a saint and I can't do anything. You little human race has two directions. I'm afraid I'm a fake saint, right?
Jiang Shi raised a finger: "It is said that there is a primordial purple qi in the heaven and earth, and if you get it, you can become a saint. There should be another primordial purple qi in this world. Finding it may solve the problem."

Empress Nuwa's eyes lightened a little, and she patiently explained to Jiang Shi: "There is still a primordial purple aura in this world, but saints can't find it, and even if they get the primordial purple aura, whether they can become saints or not To say the least, this road will not work.”

Patriarch Hongyun got the primordial purple qi, not only did he not become a saint, but he also didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Naturally, Empress Nuwa knew about it.

Hearing this, Jiang Shi didn't show any expression on his face. Instead, he raised his second finger: "This second way, it may succeed in constructing an independent small space with great luck and great merit."

The great merit of great luck, as soon as she said this, Empress Nuwa seemed to have grasped something, but she was not very sure, there seemed to be yin and yang clear and turbid air in her eyes, and it took a long time before she asked: "Dare to ask?" Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, the amount of luck merit is so large that it might be comparable to a sage who became enlightened, but I don't know where to find it?"

Houtu almost couldn't hold back his complaints: You, a saint, ask a human race like this, how do others know.

Jiang Shi grinned, and laughed loudly: "The great merit of great luck is naturally related to Empress Nuwa, we can just chat and talk, how can we solve the worries for Saint Nuwa. Two fellow Taoists, Drink and eat meat."

After saying this, Jiang Shiman drank a glass, and then invited the two of them to drink and eat meat.

To be honest, Jiang Shi naturally knew that Fuxi's luck and merit would fall on the human race, but could he say it clearly?

For one thing, the human race is now cowardly, and no one will believe it.Second, if this word got out, if someone really believed it and came secretly to destroy the human race, Jiang Shi would become a sinner of the human race.So I can't say this, I can't say it.

Empress Nuwa felt lost, but she also knew in her heart that it would be a great opportunity to get a method, and she couldn't expect him to know more than a saint like herself.But this little human race, could it be that they can pinch and count, and know it from birth?
Does the human race I created by myself know me better than me?
Empress Nuwa suddenly fell into self-doubt.

(End of this chapter)