Zhou Shan smiled softly, "Xiaowa, why didn't you cultivate well and run out?"

"Alas," Nuwa sighed, "After I cut out the three corpses, I didn't make an inch for a long time, and I couldn't unite the three corpses and reach the pinnacle of quasi-sainthood. ”

So I went out of the customs and wanted to talk to Brother Shan, maybe the combination of work and rest is the best. ”

"I see. Zhou Shan nodded clearly, but he was already thinking deeply in his heart.

After a moment, he seemed to think of something, and a bright light suddenly crossed in front of him.

Originally, Nuwa made people by kneading the soil, so as to become holy by merit, and she was the first to be sanctified in the desolate world.

She did not take the path of beheading three corpses to become holy, maybe under the influence of the Heavenly Dao, this path was not suitable for her.

Thinking of this, Zhou Shan couldn't help but smile and said, "Indeed, blindly retreating and cultivating is too boring, and it may not be good. ”

"Xiaowa, why don't we play clay figurines?"

If you say this to others, you will be despised. How old are they, one of the top existences in the entire Flood World, actually playing with clay figures, and his brain is not sick, right?

However, when these words fell on Nuwa's ears, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

In an instant, the fog that had lingered in her mind during this period of cultivation had been dispelled a lot, and a ray of golden sunlight shone in, making Nuwa seem to understand something for a moment, but it was difficult to grasp it.

"Clay man, good, good......" Nuwa cheered, showing great interest.

Time flies, and three hundred years have passed.

On the top of the mountain, in the northwest corner, next to a yellow quagmire, there are piles of clay figurines, all kinds of them.

It's just that these clay figurines are just clay figurines, and they don't have the slightest anger.

Nuwa is still pinching, using her inspiration and trying to create, but the result obviously disagrees with her.

At this moment, Zhou Shan quietly came to Nuwa's side, and then asked, "Xiaowa, how is it?

Nuwa shook her head in disappointment, and then her voice suddenly changed, "However, these days, I have continued to comprehend Hongmeng Purple Qi, but I have gained something. ”

"Oh?" Zhou Shan's eyes lit up, "Xiaowa, what have you gained?"

Nuwa stood up, staring at Zhou Shan with a pair of beautiful eyes, "I feel that in the dark, the opportunity for my sanctification seems to be in you, Brother Shan." ”

"On me?" Zhou Shan pointed at himself, his brows furrowed deeply, but then, he suddenly realized, "Xiaowa, I understand." ”

Although Nuwa didn't run away from kneading the soil to create people, she didn't pinch people out of thin air, but needed some innate treasures to assist.

When the words fell, Zhou Shan's palm flipped, and a burst of treasure light flickered, and three things appeared, namely the Nine Heavens Resting Soil, the Three Light Divine Water, and the Innate Gourd Vine.

"Xiaowa, you use these things to pinch the clay figurines again. Zhou Shan gave it away.

Nuwa's beautiful eyes were shining, and she immediately took it and pinched the clay figure again.

Through this period of practice, she has become very proficient.

Soon, Nuwa mixed the Nine Heavenly Resting Soil with the Three Light Divine Water, constantly stirring it, and then embellished it with innate gourd vines to create eyes, hearts, and so on.

In a short time, under Nuwa's dexterous jade hands, a lifelike clay figure took shape.

Compared to before, these clay figurines are extremely agile and look full of vitality.

This made Nuwa seem to have found her way, and she was deeply immersed in it at the moment, unable to extricate herself.

In a blink of an eye, another three hundred years have passed.

Zhou Shan came to the quagmire again, "Xiaowa, can you gain something during this time?"

"Alas," Nuwa shook her head and sighed, pointing to the newly created clay figurines and said, "Brother Shan, I still feel that something is missing. ”

Following the guidance, Zhou Shan couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

The clay figurines had come to life, and they were constantly moving around on the ground.

It's just that he is very slow to move, and most importantly, his expression is wooden and his eyes are blank.

Zhou Shan felt like a robot, without intelligence.

"It's really a little worse, what is the difference?"

Zhou Shan's brows furrowed deeply, puzzled.

Bang!

Just as Zhou Shan was racking his brains, suddenly, a sound came from behind.

Confused, Zhou Shan couldn't help but turn around, only to see Nuwa Yu holding a red hydrangea in her hand and smashing it on him for some reason.

"Xiaowa, what are you ......?" asked Zhou Shan.

Immediately afterwards, Nuwa suddenly approached Zhou Shan, stared at his eyes, and said very solemnly: "Brother Shan, I, I like you, I want to marry you!"

Nuwa actually confessed to Zhou Shan.

Over the years, she and Zhou Shan have gotten along day and night, the so-called long-term love, the original brother and sister relationship between her and Zhou Shan has long changed, and it has been sublimated into the kind of relationship between men and women.

Last time, when Zhou Shan and Xi and Changxi held a heavenly marriage, Nuwa was heartbroken, but she didn't show it, but buried it all in her heart.

However, she never gave up on Zhou Shan.

And now, through her continuous perception of Hongmeng Purple Qi, a strong sense has been born in the dark, and her sanctification opportunity is in Brother Shan.

So, after a few deliberations, she smashed Zhou Shan with a red hydrangea.

This smash is not a casual attack, you know, it is a red hydrangea, which can designate the innate merit spirit treasure of heavenly marriage.

If it is smashed on a pair of men and women, it is equivalent to pulling a red thread for it, which will change their fate and make them marry and stay together.

"What! Marry, marry me?"

Zhou Shan pointed at himself, dumbfounded, his eyes as big as a copper bell.

But in the next moment, the shock vanished without a trace, and was replaced by a brilliance of euphoria and jubilation.

At this moment, he stared at Nuwa intently, unable to take his eyes off it.

The beauty of Nuwa is incomparable, but Zhou Shan has never felt that Nuwa is so beautiful.

In his eyes, Nuwa's smile and every move are beautiful and incomprehensible.

Suddenly, Zhou Shan stretched out a hand, holding Nuwa's blown-up face, and said affectionately: "Xiaowa, I like you too!"

At this moment, in his eyes, there is only Nuwa, and he can't tolerate anyone anymore.

Then, the two embraced each other, regardless of each other.

At the gate of the palace, Fu Xi saw this scene, and his eyes were full of smiles.

As Nuwa's brother, Fuxi knows Nuwa best, but he can't interfere in this kind of thing.

Now, he is sincerely happy to see that Nuwa's sister has found her happiness as she wishes.

So, in the evening, Zhou Shan and Nuwa walked together naturally, seeing each other frankly, yin and yang combined, regardless of each other.

After a night.

On the jade bed, Nuwa suddenly startled, "The law of creation, I have comprehended the law of creation, I understand, I finally understand ......"

Nuwa suddenly became bright, and she didn't care about being entangled with Zhou Shan, so she turned over and got out of bed as soon as possible, and came to the quagmire outside at the speed of light.