In the earliest period, human beings did not have writing, and their memories were tied in knots by ropes.

The advent of the hundred tribes in the primeval period not only allowed mankind to see the power of ghosts and gods, but also the writing of various races.

Human beings began to learn to cultivate the truth, and mastered all kinds of indescribable mysterious powers. One day, humanity will finally be strong enough to resist the hundred races that have been enslaving them, and even be able to expel them from the Qingying Yue Hengtian.

But humanity still has no writing.

In that era of saints, there was a human saint named Cangjie. He made a vow to create a human language.

There is a word in it, called: Yuan.

Next to the skein on the left, it means silk rope. On the right is 彖, which refers to animals.

The intersection between the animals stems from a silk rope that binds them together. The grasshoppers on the same rope are born together and die together, which is the "fate".

The first thing Canghai knows is "fate".

He didn't know why his sister taught him to read and write from "Yuan", and gave him such an explanation.

Oh, by the way, my sister is referring to his master, the woman who picked him up.

This woman is very unreasonable and evil, the first time he called her Master, she was inexplicably smashed by bird feces falling from the sky.

The second time she called her Master, he suddenly broke the push.

The third time I called her Master, he had diarrhea for three months.

Fourth ...... Oh, the fourth time Canghai suddenly opened up, called her sister, so the spring flowers bloomed, and the sun was shining.

After that, Canghai only called her sister.

Qinglan picked up the sea because of an accident.

At that time, there was a three-year drought in the mortal world, there was no harvest in the fields, the mortal world was full of hunger, and the peasant households did not have one out of ten.

Canghai was a little beggar, of course, because the whole family was starving to death, only he took out some bark and grass roots from time to time to satisfy his hunger, and the little man fled with the homeless people, but he did not starve to death.

But it's almost time to die.

At this time, a violent act occurred under his nose.

A beautiful woman dressed in white like snow and a fairy was beating up about twenty adult men.

The men wept incessantly, and they all fell to their knees crying and begging for mercy.

But the woman was unrelenting, her fists were to the flesh, her feet and feet were bloody, and she was chilled to see the little sea urchin.

Heart: The old monk who starved to death said that it was really good, women are tigers, and the more beautiful women are, the more ferocious they are, don't provoke women.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Canghai thought it was true. A master is a master, and he can see it clearly.

Wait until all the men are knocked unconscious by the fairy-like woman...... Rather than fainting, Canghai felt that it was more likely to be painful.

The woman found the sea, and a pair of bright water pupils looked at him unblinkingly, as if she was very curious.

Canghai shrank for no reason, thinking that he was going to be beaten, his body was so small, and he was hungry and had no strength, where was the opponent of this beautiful female tiger?

Wouldn't you have beaten yourself to death with three punches and two legs?

"It's not right for you, you, you to hit someone." The frightened Canghai said.

The woman walked over, squatted in front of him, raised her chin with her index finger, and said proudly, "What's wrong?" ”

The posture is a domineering mess.

"If you hit someone, they will hurt. It's like when someone hits you, you hurt too. Zi said: Do not do to others what you do not want to be done to yourself. So, it's not right for you to hit someone. ”

Canghai was anxious, and the words that the scholars who fled together last month often hung in his mind flashed in his mind.

"Kong Zhongni?"

The woman sneered and said to him, "Do you know why that old boy said this? ”

Canghai's eyes lit up, and he felt that this woman was smiling so beautifully, as if a hundred flowers were blooming, and his face was red for no reason.

"That old boy is often beaten by me, that's why he said this, you know?" The woman's face was full of pride, and she suddenly frowned again: "It's a pity that he died, and his bones turned into slag, otherwise I would have beaten him again." ”

It's so ferocious!

Canghai felt that this woman was really cruel and terrible, and it seemed that he would not be able to escape a beating today. But young people don't lose when they lose, and if they can't beat them, they have to leave at least one sentence of ruthlessness: "If you beat someone today, you will be beaten one day." ”

The woman pursed her lips and said incredulously, "How is it possible, no one can beat me." ”

Canghai looked at the adult man lying on the ground and felt that what she said made sense. With such a murderous woman, no one should be able to beat her.

He rolled his eyes and said, "No one can beat you now, but if you are sick, if you are hungry, if you are old, you will be beaten by then." ”

The woman was stunned when she heard this, lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised her head and stared at Canghai, scaring Canghai so much that her liver jumped.

"That's what I said, I have so many enemies, what if it's inconvenient for me one day, and others come to seek revenge?" She muttered to herself, her expression was very distressed, and her eyes lit up after a while: "Yes, I can take in an apprentice and teach him to fight, and when it is inconvenient for me, let him help me beat people, wouldn't it be good?" ”

Canghai wanted to say that it was not good, it was wrong to beat people, but he didn't dare to say it.

The woman suddenly said "Huh", looked up and down the sea, and her eyes became brighter and brighter.

Canghai was a little ashamed of herself under her red fruit's scrutiny, and quietly hid the black soles of her feet under her torn clothes.

"You kid is a rare Heavenly Spirit Root, not bad, it's you. I teach you to fight, and when someone beats me in the future, you help me beat him. When I beat someone, you beat him up for me, you know? ”

Canghai just wanted to shake his head, he would rather fall into the hands of a hungry tiger than in the hands of this fairy-like woman.

After all, tigers are not as ferocious as she is.

"If you don't agree, I'll beat you." The woman added slowly.

"Okay." Canghai nodded quickly.

So, Canghai was finally no longer a little beggar, he became a monk.

Because he met that woman, he went from a mortal to an immortal, and ascended to the sky in one step.

By the way, the woman told him that her name was Qinglan, and she was twenty-eight years old and very young.

But Canghai later learned that the monks in the cultivation world called her Qinglan Fairy on the surface, and they all called her the Qinglan Great Demon King behind their backs. She is not twenty or eighty years old, but an old witch who has lived for at least a thousand years.

She likes to beat people, and her reputation in the monastic world is really ...... How to say it, notorious? Because he is her younger brother, he always hides his head and tail when he goes down the mountain, for fear that he will accidentally meet someone who has been beaten by her, and his life will be extremely bleak.

Canghai didn't dare to speak, for fear of being beaten.

But I don't know why, when Canghai thinks of this old witch, he is always helpless and happy at the same time, which is really tangled.

Hey, that's fate!

I was tied to her and became a grasshopper on a rope, and I always had to be together in life and death.

"Canghai, where is the death, is the water boiled, I want to wash my feet." A coquettish shout rang out next door.

"It's burned, it's burned, it's coming right away."

Canghai stopped thinking in his head, picked up the footbasin and rushed out. (To be continued.) )