Chapter 6: Being an otaku meets a girl

Zhuang Xiong didn't know that the brother and sister were Fuxi and Nuwa. They had just been depressed for hundreds of thousands of years and felt bad. They wanted to joke with him for a moment, but they trapped Zhuang Xiong himself. At this time, Zhuang Xiong was having a headache about his cultivation and did not know that he had already tied up himself.

If you want to say that Zhuang Xiong can be considered to be deep, the spirit of the innate earth mixed with the essence of the three thousand gods and demons, and merged into the body of the earth bear. Although it is not a human body, it seems that there is no great god on the prehistoric land who is born with a human body? It will be balanced after thinking about it like this. What's more, after endless years of cultivation, Zhuang Xiong has long achieved the innate body, and it is no different from the human body.

What Zhuang Xiong was worried about was his own Taoist practice. Zhuang Xiong's body was between the Chaos God and the Innate God. Looking at Pangu's opening heaven, the method of combining the three thousand gods and demons' physical bodies. Even if he didn't care much, countless Yuanhui had already instinctively cast an unparalleled body. His martial power was full, and even the ancestor witch was slightly inferior. Although his magic power was only basic magic tricks, Zhuang Xiong opened the true spirit when Pangu opened heaven. With his physical body, he could be regarded as the first creature of the Emperor Kaitian. After countless years, his magic power was probably only slightly inferior to Hongjun, Yangmei and other Chaos God and Demons. It is estimated that at least the level of Daluo Golden Immortal, and even a quasi-saint could be possible. However, this Taoist practice made Zhuang Xiong very embarrassed.

It is not that the Taoist practice is not enough, and the magic power cannot be improved, and the magic power will be unable to be controlled. What controls magic power is the soul. Zhuang Xiong's soul is catalyzed by the merit of the creation of heaven. It is polished by the pressure of Pangu's thoughts every day. It also has to separate some of it to explore underground, sacrifice magic weapons, and some of it needs to be cultivated and activate magic power. The soul is a little higher than the magic power. Even if Zhuang Xiong has twice the magic power, the soul is enough to control it.

Taoism means understanding the way of heaven. Simply put, Taoism means that it can let you know the truth and the reason, so that you can practice more systematically. The first is that you can understand the way of heaven, understand the truth, know what to do, what not to do, and what consequences will be if you do it.

It seems simple, but if no one teaches it, it is really difficult. For example, if you only know that one plus one equals two, and there is no systematic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, then what year and month do you have to calculate a bad account? Can you compare with the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division? Zhuang Xiong is facing this situation at this time. Although his magic power is strong, it is just because he transformed early and has been countless years longer than others. Moreover, Buzhou Mountain is a first-class cultivation holy place, so he has accumulated this strong magic power. And tomorrow's Tao and sensibility are also the foundation of being mixed in the prehistoric world, just like in the 21st century you can understand the most basic laws, otherwise it will be useless to pay for how much money you have. But can the laws of later generations be the same as the laws of the prehistoric world? I don't know the taboos of the heavenly way, and it is unclear when it turns into gray.

Zhuang Xiong frowned. Whether it was the three tribes of the first tribe of the dragon and phoenix, or the lichs in the Lichs fighting each other, they all died because they only practiced magic power and did not practice Taoism. They did not know how to fight, and they were never stopped Taoism and were brought to the scene by the great gods such as the Three Qings. It can be seen that this Taoism is really a flaw. Zhuang Xiong did not expect that he would become one of them one day.

Zhuang Xiong thought hard that he only had the basic Jade Qing Immortal Art in his hand. Pangu’s understanding of the sky was a typical battle method. He was trapped in the endless years of Buzhou Mountain and thought about how to get out of trouble. After all, survival is the first priority. The Taoist practice really has not improved much.

Zhuang Xiong finally had a general concept and determined what he should do. His magic power still needs to be accumulated, and his strength is fundamental no matter when. As for Taoism, it seems that he can only wait for Hongjun Zixiao Palace to start his lecture. He can understand the way of heaven or understand the Tao contained in the magic weapon on weekdays. Although he is slower in progress, he is always slightly better than nothing. Unfortunately, his natal companion magic weapon has not yet been formed. The stick in his hand contains the way of fighting, which has nothing to do with Zhuang Xiong's lack of experience.

Zhuang Xiong's mind changed slightly, or just search for Hongjun? Even if he couldn't find Hongjun, it would be better to find Sanqing Nuwa. These are all future great gods. With the favor of the Heavenly Dao, he probably knew that understanding the Heavenly Dao was better than being clueless like himself. Moreover, the great masters at the starting point said that Hongjun seemed to have given Sanqing a small hospital in advance.

This thought was apart, but it could no longer be curbed. Zhuang Xiong's thoughts suddenly became alive. He thought of finding Nuwa in Buzhou Mountain, sitting and talking about the Tao, and having a good relationship. It would be better to pull Nuwa to find Sanqing, drink tea, and discuss the Tao. It would be better to meet Hongjun again. He asked for some innate treasures in the Tao. He would just take Hongjun as his master. With the care of the saint, the Heavenly Dao, he would have been rampant from now on, and he would be invincible in the world. He would collect a large number of brothers and build a big **, and there were many beautiful women. As he thought about it, Zhuang Xiong's saliva could not help but stay. It was indeed a mind that could not help but restore the limit, and yy was everywhere.

Sure enough, this guy has only been out of trouble for only one day after he got up, and he has completely forgotten countless tragic years since the reign of the year. When he reacted, he wondered if he thought Nuwa was the protagonist? He wanted to travel to the prehistoric world and then sent him to the bodyguard. It was exactly the same as her plan when he got up. However, Zhuang Xiong would not consider such profound things. No matter when and where, as long as Nuwa appears, she will definitely carry the protagonist's halo. If she is not the first protagonist, she will definitely be the main supporting role.

No words all night.

On the second day, I don’t know if it was because Zhuang Xiong was too nervous and too thick-skinned, or if he worked in the underground without seeing the sun for too long and too tired. In short, this guy just got up until he knew it was too late.

After washing and sorting out, I came out, but I saw Nuwa and Fuxi sitting by the stone table drinking tea. Zhuang Xiong hurriedly smiled with a simple face, and there was a warm greeting.

This greeting was so uncomfortable. Zhuang Xiong was an otaku and was trapped in countless Huiyuan in Buzhou Mountain. Although there were countless theories in the 21st century, he had never practiced them. But he still thought he was enthusiastic about the world. In Fuxi's eyes, he just smiled like a fool and was polite to the horse. Fuxi lived in Buzhou Mountain for a long time and had never dealt with anyone. This enthusiastic smile was extremely stiff. In Zhuang Xiong's eyes, he was a typical hypocrite, and he was still an unqualified product.

Nuwa looked at her speechlessly, rolled her eyes and ignored them, just drinking tea with a reserved attitude.

The two of them felt polite and were speechless after a while. They looked at each other with big eyes for a while, and sat down to drink tea in a depressed manner.

Zhuang Xiong was trapped in Buzhou Mountain and was lonely for countless Huiyuans. He had just escaped from the trap and was agile. He couldn't stand the quiet atmosphere after a while. So he smiled and said, "I don't know what to call you for a night, but I'm so rude." He said that this guy has been staying for a night, but he doesn't even know the name of his master. What's even more rare is that this guy asked with confidence and no shame at all.

Nuwa smiled and said, "Since fellow Taoist knows that he is rude, shouldn't he report his name first?"

Zhuang Xiong was slightly stunned, a little embarrassed. In fact, he really didn't deliberately not report his own name, but what name should he apply? Zhuang Xiong was homophonic with Pretending Bear. He was often dragged down by this name when he was in school. In this new life, Zhuang Xiong really didn't want to call this name anymore. Now the right to name is in his own hands, so he should give himself a good name. By the way, the Taoist name was popular in the prehistoric era. What kind of Taoist name should he choose? There was really no good idea for a while.

Nuwa didn't know that Zhuang Xiong was actually distracted, and she thought there was something inconvenient to think, so she said, "Fellow Taoist do not have to make things difficult. If it is inconvenient, there is no need to say it."

Zhuang Xiong hurriedly said, "No, it's not that there is any inconvenience. He was trapped in the mountains shortly after he was born and was thinking about how to get out of trouble. He had not yet had time to name him, and he didn't know what to call him for a while."

Nuwa smiled and said, "What's the difficulty? Just take any one? It's just a title anyway."

Zhuang Xiong pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Forget it, the name matter can be big or small, so let's talk about it later. My body is Cang Xiong, and the two can call me Cang Xiong or Xiong Taoist."

Fuxi curled his lips beside him and said, "It turns out it's a big bear. No wonder he has a thick skin and a silly smile like a fool."

Zhuang Xiong's smile couldn't help but suffocate, and Nuwa hurriedly said, "Do not mind, my brother is too real and can't speak. He has many inappropriate words. If there is any offense, don't blame me."

Zhuang Xiong cursed inwardly: "Damn, your brother can't speak, so you speak properly? If you say your brother is a real person, wouldn't you admit that I'm rough and thick-skinned and like a fool?" Seeing Fuxi muttering beside him, Zhuang Xiong couldn't care, so he said: "I don't know what you should call me?"

When Nuwa heard this, she couldn't help but laugh. Fuxi rolled her eyes next to her and said, "Fuxi is below, this is my sister Nuwa." But the two decided to have a true friendship with Zhuang Xiong, so they didn't hide it.

Fuxi's confession angered Zhuang Xiong. He had long believed that the two were not Fuxi and Nuwa. At this time, he felt that the two were pretending to deceive him. He was furious and slapped the table and scolded: "You are a dead girl, and you don't look at your smirk. Do you look like Fuxi? I ​​have a true friendship with you, but you cheated me by my words. I can play with you at the age of three. You should do a more promising job, you are a dead girl."

Fuxi thought he was honest, but unexpectedly he was scolded and was furious: "How come I don't look like Fuxi? How come I look like a girl? You are the girl's control, your whole family is the girl's control!" Cough cough, by the way, this Fuxi seemed a bit unreliable at this time, and his complaints were quite sharp, but it seemed to be off topic.

Zhuang Xiong was also furious and raised his voice and shouted: "** is a dead girl. I'll tell you, tomorrow I'll go to pick up your sister, marry her home as a wife, and kick you away with one kick. You'd better find a cool place to draw circles as soon as possible, you'll be able to control your sister, die-hard girl!"

Zhuang Xiong's words were vicious enough. Fuxi turned black in an instant, and the girl's control fire exploded. He shouted, "Don't touch my sister" and rushed up.

Zhuang Xiong was not afraid of him, and he didn't use his magic power. He rushed up and wrestled with Fuxi, shouting: "You dead girl, I'll definitely get your sister."

The two of them beat and scolded each other, and the more they beat, the more fierce they became, and the dust suddenly rolled, overwhelming countless flowers and plants.
Chapter completed!