Chapter 4 The Man Under Nuwa's Bed

Zhuang Xiong suffered his own efforts, and he worked hard for a hundred years in vain, and he had no place to make any decisions. He now used the basic sacrifice and refining techniques in the Jade Qing Immortal Art and slowly began to sacrifice and refine magic weapons.

After all, this is considered half of Zhuang Xiong's companion spiritual treasure. It was not difficult to sacrifice and refine it by Zhuang Xiong. By the way, although the sacrifice and refinement are simple, this magic weapon is not an ordinary spiritual treasure. It has merged countless fragments of Chaos spiritual treasures. After being squeezed and forged by Buzhou Mountain and tempered by Pangu's thoughts, even if it is not an innate treasure, it is much stronger than ordinary top-level innate spiritual treasures. After integrating into the merit of Kaitian, it has become a merit spiritual treasure. Killing people does not involve cause and effect, and it is a must-have treasure for killing people and setting fires. A golden cudgel like Sun Wukong, I guess even my grandchildren cannot be ranked.

Zhuang Xiong was already happy when he got the good treasure. After the spiritual treasure was sacrificed, it could change in size and do whatever he wanted. Zhuang Xiong just moved his mind, and the purple pillar suddenly turned into a small stick of more than a ruler. Zhuang Xiong was slapped in his hand, and the thousand-pound burden pressed on his body disappeared. Zhuang Xiong was ecstatic, and his palms slapped hard on the ground, and his whole body jumped up.

"Woo..." A long and long roar sounded, as if the depression that had been suppressed for endless years also disappeared with the long roar, and the entire Buzhou Mountain suddenly trembled. The rocks rolled, causing a riot like an earthquake.

However, all this has nothing to do with Zhuang Xiong. At this time, Zhuang Xiong was shocked by the echo. The echoes in the mountains were already loud, let alone Zhuang Xiong was still in the closed abdomen of the mountain? What's more, Zhuang Xiong was screaming so loudly? Zhuang Xiong's voice caused echoes in the abdomen of the mountain, and it was endless and thunderous. When he turned around, he was shocked by the initiator. Fortunately, the land here was strong enough and did not cause collapse, otherwise Zhuang Xiong would not have been buried again?

When the Qingming Festival returned to the point of Qingming Festival, Zhuang Xiong no longer dared to make noises. He calculated, chose an angle of slant, and started digging silently. He practiced when he was tired, and continued to dig when he woke up. He repeated this endlessly. By the way, he was the only one in the belly of the mountain. What's the point of being called? It's not too late to be excited when he got out of trouble.

Looking back at the vast land, I don’t know how many years have passed. The familiar great gods of the prehistoric world have also transformed into shapes. However, the great gods are all very deep after all, and Hongjun still doesn’t know that they are hiding in that corner to think about the path to becoming a saint. The great gods who have no one taught do not have great supernatural powers at this time. They are still complacent about obtaining innate inheritance and learning to fly, and how dare they run around in the vast world to seek death. They hide at home so honestly.

At this time, the three tribes that dominated the prehistoric world were the dragon, phoenix and qilin. The three tribes transformed very early. The ancestors of the three tribes also practiced great supernatural powers. However, the three tribes did not have the remaining merits of Pangu, and they were rarely long after all. So they searched hard and finally discovered a way for the prosperity of the whole tribe and the way for the fortune. By occupying the prehistoric world, they could obtain great fortune. In order to become a saint, their descendants would have blessings. However, the fortune of the prehistoric world was destined to be prosperous by one tribe.

The three tribes were also transformed from part of Pangu, inheriting Pangu's fine traditions and negotiating. However, the old rules are used to negotiate with fists. In other words, Pangu dares to negotiate with fists because of that strength. The three tribes have similar strengths, dragons are the head of scales, phoenixes are the head of birds, and qilins are the head of beasts. Whether in terms of high-end, low-end, or ruling races, the number of the three tribes is almost the same. So they fight every three days, fight every five days, and fight every three days, and there is a fight every three times. This stalemate has lasted for thousands of years, and countless innate gods and even Chaos Demon Gods have been involved.

Speaking of Luohu, who was in the extreme west, was originally a demon god in chaos. He lost in negotiations with Pangu. After escaping his life, he saw Pangu die and thought, "It's only a victory that will last laugh. Pangu is dead. As long as I recover from my injuries, destroy this world and return to chaos, isn't it me who won in the end?" So this time, I finally waited for the opportunity. Seeing that the three tribes chose such shameless negotiation methods like Pangu, Luohu was immediately stimulated. After a change of mind, he came up with a bad idea. Today, he killed a son of the Dragon Clan and tomorrow a daughter of the Phoenix Clan. He continued to sow discord in the middle, and finally expanded the dispute between the three tribes infinitely, triggering a battle for the whole tribe.

However, it was not Luohu who escaped the Kaitian Tribulation, and there was also the Yujing Mountain Hongjun. After Hongjun recovered from his injuries, he swayed left and right to travel through the ancient world, and he also picked up a jade plate of fortune. In an instant, Hongjun's luck was full of money and countless magic weapons along the way, but it made Hongjun like the environment of the ancient world more and more. The ancient world was much better than the gray chaos all day long.

Moreover, the Jade Plate of Creation contains three thousand great ways, and the magic tricks made Hongjun intoxicated. It was much better than just knowing how to strengthen his body in Chaos, and his achievements were extraordinary. Seeing such temptation, Hongjun no longer wanted to go back to Chaos to become a congenital demon with developed limbs and simple minds, and made up his mind to preserve this world.

When the three tribes fought together, Hongjun looked at the wounded earth, feeling distressed, so he went to dissuade him, but found Luohu's conspiracy. So Hongjun was about to reason with Luohu. We are not an era of developing limbs and simple minds, we should learn to reason.

However, Luohu did not think so. He believed that the negotiations of Pangu's invention were the greatest innovations in history, classics, traditional, and we should maintain and should not be discarded. Hongjun was really a scholar who met a soldier, and he couldn't explain it clearly. He was also angry, so the two negotiated a game, but the outcome was not decided.

Hongjun was also a petty person, and was so angry that Luohu was so angry that he thought about it when he went home that he knew that Luohu was using his brain. There was no reason why I would lose to him? So Hongjun used the technique of uniting and connecting the ranks of the dragon, phoenix, and Qilin to persuade him to fight with the three tribes of dragon, phoenix and Qilin to the West and fight against the demons of Luohu and Luohu.

In this battle, the blood flowed into a river, the sun and the moon were gone, and even the spiritual veins in the West were destroyed. Finally, Luohu was destroyed. The three tribes were not deep, and their strength was no match for the Chaos Demon God. After a big battle, only two or three kittens were left. In the end, the dragon clan forever kept the four seas, the Fengzu suppressed the volcano, and the Qilin turned into auspiciousness, and could no longer participate in the war in the prehistoric world.

Hongjun gained a lot, and his mortal enemy Luohu died. He bought countless spiritual treasures such as the Zhuxian Sword Formation. He was immediately satisfied and was filled with joy. When Hongjun was happy, he immediately had a clear idea and had a hard time thinking about the path to becoming a saint. He also showed signs of it.

After all, the battle between the three tribes had nothing to do with Zhuang Xiong, so he just took it over. After countless efforts from Huiyuan, Zhuang Xiong finally dug out the surface of the earth. Zhuang Xiong learned the lessons of the earth spirit and did not dare to speak out. He quietly used his magical powers to transform the soil and rocks, and approached the ground little by little. According to legend, many masters fell down at critical moments, such as the earth spirit and Wang Chongyang.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, it is the night. After countless years of Huiyuan, Zhuang Xiong finally dug up the ground and climbed out quietly. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, stretched his waist hard, and looked back, but he was facing a pair of crystal clear eyes.

When Zhuang Xiong saw that the exit was in a thatched hut, the owner of the room, the owner of the eyeball, was a beautiful little girl. She was wearing gorgeous clothes and leaning on the bed, highlighting her concave figure, delicate face, and snow-white and crystal skin, which invisibly revealed charm, purity, dignity and beauty. The towering scream sounded so pleasant.

Zhuang Xiong reacted in an instant, Damn, scream? Zhuang Xiong didn't care about being intoxicated, and had no time to think, his whole body rushed onto the bed, tightly covering the girl's mouth, using her hands and feet, trying his best to control her struggling body. He kept saying: "Girl, calm down, listen to me, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. This is really a misunderstanding..."

At this moment, a roar from the next door was heard, and a big man broke into the door at the speed of the wind. Seeing Zhuang Xiong's whole body pressing on the girl, the unbearable posture instantly made the big man angry, and his whole face turned from red to black was useless for a second. His eyes were about to burst into flames, and he rushed over with a scream.

Zhuang Xiong was in a dilemma for a moment, so he simply slid back into the hole under the bed. He went a few feet deep, then quickly dug a small hole on the side, hid himself inside, and shouted to the top: "Brother, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! Calm down and listen to my explanation, okay?"

The girl had already reacted at this time and got out of bed in an instant and hid far away. However, the big man was even more angry and screamed, and he lifted the stone bed away.

The man couldn't beat Zhuang Xiong, and he didn't want to drill a hole to give up his initiative. He screamed in a hurry and shouted angrily: "I have seen it with my own eyes. What a misunderstanding is that even if it is a misunderstanding, the crime you committed by this thing that came out of nowhere is enough to cut you into pieces, peel off your skin and cramps, crush your bones and ashes, my sister...you...I..."

The man cursed and kept cursing for a while, Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but feel black. What's this? The sister in the prehistoric world? Wait, living in Buzhou Mountain, brothers and sisters, Fuxi and Nuwa? Damn, there are really legends about their brother-sister love in the future. Now it's a tragedy. I accidentally dug up the great god's house and I knew that God would not make me so happy. People have a long drought and a drought. I will add a suffix, one drop. The four great joys in life belong to others, and with the suffix, the four great sorrows belong to me? Am I born a tragic fate?

Zhuang Xiong was still thinking about it, and Fuxi was still screaming there. Nuwa finally recovered her calmness and said to Fuxi in a crisp and pleasant voice: "Brother, don't be anxious. I believe this is a misunderstanding. It would be better for us to listen to the explanation of the fellow Taoists." As he spoke, he reached out and pulled Fuxi and shook his eyes several times.

Fuxi understood, snorted coldly, and said angrily: "Okay, sister, you said it was a misunderstanding, but we were like fools when we talked to the hole like this. I really didn't get used to it. If you want to explain, let's sit down and have a cup of tea, and slowly say that I just want to talk to the hole like this, and I don't listen to anything. I would rather find a few stones to fill the hole."

Nuwa smiled slightly and said to the cave: "Fellow Taoist, it's just a misunderstanding. My brother is just a little nervous about me and is just angry. You come out first, let's talk slowly, have a cup of tea, and talk about it, okay?"

Zhuang Xiong thought about it, he was already a little bit in debt, and he was facing the future great god. He was fooled by Nuwa's crisp and pleasant voice, and his head was short-circuited, and his IQ dropped by 100 points. He hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll come up now, it's a misunderstanding, it can always be explained. It's better to drink tea in a harmonious society."

Nuwa hurriedly turned her eyes to Fuxi, Fuxi nodded to understand, picked up the stone bed that had just been lifted away, and carried it in her hand. She was ambushed at the entrance of the cave.

Zhuang Xiong believed in the credibility of the great god and crawled out excitedly. However, before he could stand firm, he just looked up and smiled at Nuwa, and felt a huge shadow covering his head, instantly turning into a storm, and smashing like rain on the banana leaves. Zhuang Xiong was stunned for a moment, and felt very regretful: he almost forgot that Nuwa is a famous little-hearted person in the legend. How could he believe her words? Zhuang Xiong, you are such a pig.
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