Later, in the place of "chasing deer", a decisive battle between the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor broke out. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The internal strife between the human races is no less than the killing of the demon race and the demon race at the beginning. Thousands of people died as a result, and the Yellow Emperor's dominance was established by the victory in the decisive battle. The reason why the war ended like this was because Shun took refuge in the Yellow Emperor at a critical time. Very simply, Shun's strength cannot be compared with Yan and Huang. Emperor Yan has always just regarded Shun as a grasshopper that can be pinched to death, but the Yellow Emperor made a promise to Shun: after 5,000 years, he will issue an edict of abdication and cede the imperial throne to Shun.

The Yellow Emperor did not break his promise, but a young man appeared among them, Yu.

He is the one hundred and first child of the snake and the fisherman, and the last descendant of the merger of the human race and the demon race with the bloodline of divine power.

After giving birth to the ninety-nine hundred and ninety-ninth child, the snake felt that he no longer had much divine power, and everything was no different from an ordinary human woman.

Yu's age is undoubtedly very young compared to the Yellow Emperor and Shun.

Snakes are not fools. As much as she loves her human husband, she also sees the ambition of the human sage to make the entire race dominant. The snake that has lost her divine power is powerless to stop this, however, living with humans for a long time has also taught her to think, learn to develop and use her brain to the maximum extent like a human. Turning into a snake is not stupid, she used a mysterious spell to infuse all her last divine power into her son Yu's body, and used her former identity as the sea demon king to summon the water demon clan to set off a tsunami again and engulf the earth.

After doing this, the snake completely lost its vitality and died forever.

The rest is a logical one. The flood was overwhelming, and the emperor and Shun were helpless. Yu stood up at this time. Using the divine power left to him by his mother's snake transformation, he split the rocks and dug deep ditches in the ground to channel the flood water to the sea......

Yu has gained great prestige among the people, and the people respect him as "Dayu", and the call for Yu to be enthroned as the emperor is getting higher and higher. And the person who guides everything is ———— Yao, a direct descendant of the human sage who originally formulated the plan for the transformation of the three races.

What happened later was a scuffle.

Yao, Shun, Yu, and the Yellow Emperor refused to take the initiative to give up the throne. The Terran world has entered a millennia-long history of strife and killing. Unlike the Gold, Silver, and Bronze Ages, this period was fundamentally infighting among the human race, with their own people killing their own people. In the Linglong Secret Record, this period is called the "Ancient Era".

The strength of the human race lies in the number, although the demon race and the demon race are in decline. But he also saw clearly the fact that human beings dominate the world. After the death of the three demon kings and the leader of the demon race, the demon and demon races did not decline, but reached an alliance to deal with humans together. The so-called war in ancient times was born in the process of the continuous attacks of the demon race and the demon race against the human race. It's just that the human population is extremely large, and the foundation has been firmly laid, no matter how strong the attack of the demon race and the demon race is. No amount of humans killed can shake the fact that humans occupy most of the world.

After a banquet. The Yellow Emperor died inexplicably. Some people say that he died of a stroke, some say he died of food poisoning, and some say that there was chaos at the banquet site, and the Yellow Emperor was killed by the rebels...... Everything is a rumor, and gradually it disappears into invisibility.

Yao, Shun, and Yu are the three giants, and none of them want to let go. The war lasted for 220,000 years. Maybe everyone is tired of fighting and can't afford to continue fighting. In short, the later emperors became Yao first, Shun second, and Yu third. What happened back then. Only the three parties themselves know best.

The fisherman village chief kept watch in front of the corpse of the dead snake for a whole month. He brought the death message to Yu's son, but Yu never went home to see it. The truth is always covered by beautiful lies, and as an emperor, it is easy to come up with an absurd story such as working hard for the people to control the water, and not entering the house three times.

The fisherman truly loves the snake, just as the snake knows that he is being calculated by humans, but still loves the fisherman.

The fisherman buried the snake next to a huge rock by the sea. At his wife's grave, the fisherman slit his own throat with a knife, and the blood soaked the soil, and the two men became one until they died.

In the suicide note, the fisherman asked his son, the emperor Yu, to build a tower on top of his and the snake's grave. The serpent comes from the sea and should return to the sea. The fisherman was reluctant to let his wife's body be eaten by fish and shrimp, and preferred to bury her by the sea. With a tower on it and her own companionship, my wife shouldn't feel cold.

This may be the original blueprint for the love story of the White Lady and Xu Xian. The fisherman has become a scholar who has gone to Beijing to take the exam, and the demon clan has turned into a delicate and beautiful woman. Thousands of years of grievances and grievances have finally turned into a handful of loess, except for the record on the "Linglong Secret Record", no one will know how painful it is to watch the death of her fellow demon clan and sit alone in tears, and no one knows the anger of the demon clan who was shocked to find that he could no longer return to the original demon after enjoying the pleasure of men and women.

Actually, humans have done nothing wrong.

We just want to survive in this world, to live like individuals.

The world is so big, although the demons and demons are our friends, no one is sure that the former friend will not wield a knife and slash at his throat in front of the last bite of food.

They don't die, it's us who die.

This is the cruel and cold reality, but there is no second option.

The only beautiful things are those love stories that have been handed down and have long been unrecognizable.

Therefore, we believe that the beautiful fairy above the nine heavens will fall in love with Dong Yong, an orphan.

We believe that the Weaver Girl, as the princess of the fairy world, will fall in love with the poor ghost of the Cowherd.

We believe that the snail girl is willing to help the farmer who is sweaty and sweaty, and likes to pick his feet, cook and do laundry, and help him warm the bed at night.

We believe that there is a snake pressed under the Leifeng Pagoda, and there is a monk Xu Xian in the Lingyin Temple who stands on the big rock every day and looks in that direction from a distance.

There is a kind of thing in this world, called love.

There is also a thing called tears.

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It was dark in the inn.

Yang Tianhong gently pushed open the door and stood in the corridor on the second floor, vaguely seeing a faint halo of light coming from the dark depths of the first floor below.

He was puzzled. At this time, why is there light?

The original plan was to take Meng Qi and two guards to Hezhou to seek support.

Standing in the dark and observing the surroundings for a while, Yang Tianhong changed direction and took people with him. Bent over, he tiptoed towards the halo.

It was a room connected to the hall, and it didn't look very big, with a paper covering the window and a figure shaking inside.

The trick of wetting the window paper with your fingers dipped in saliva and gently picking a small hole is very common in film and television works in another world. But what you really do is simply to announce to the people in the house that you are outside. Yang Tianhong was not stupid, he found a thin crack on the edge of the window. Leaned in, held his breath, and carefully observed the movement in the room.

The third lady sat on the edge of the bed, facing the window sideways.

She is still dressed for the day. The bright color of the big red skirt makes it even more dazzling under the oil lamp. Perhaps because she felt that it was hot, the third lady took off her shawl, revealing a large area of white and greasy skin on her chest. The plump breasts are particularly eye-catching, at first glance. It contrasts with the red dress that tightly cinched the chest.

She hunched over and looked focused. Pulling out something from a cloth bag embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

It seemed to be some child's toy.

There are two cows made of wood, which are not large, about 20 centimeters high, and the legs are as thick as fingers. The workmanship is very exquisite, the head and body of the ox are vivid, and the two eyes are carved with knives. It is also painted with black ink.

The third lady's bed was large, and the woman's back was to the window, and her carefully drawn eyebrows were particularly dark and bright in the candlelight. The slender Danfeng's eyes released a charming and cunning gaze. She was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn't notice the four peeps outside the room.

The cloth bag for the wooden toy cow is not large. The third lady took out a delicate and small plough from the inside, a bamboo basket about the size of a woman's rouge box, and a fist-sized stone mill that reflected a cyan luster in the light.

Finally, she took out two dolls from the cloth bag that were about the same proportions as a wooden ox. Judging by the attire, it should be a man and a woman. The male puppets are dressed in bright red, and the female dolls are green, which is very conspicuous, like a boy or girl who has died in the family and is buried with a coffin, and is tied with bamboo strips and cotton paper.

The third lady picked up a piece of felt placed on the small wooden table next to her, made a magic seal casually, and whispered softly in her mouth with red lip paper. The distance was a little far, and Yang Tianhong couldn't hear it clearly outside the room at all, but judging from the speed and rhythm of speech, it should be a spell used for special spells.

The wooden figure next to the felt stood up. They stood on either side of the ox, the man whipped the cow on its back, and the woman carried a small bamboo basket and grabbed a handful of grain seeds from it. As the wooden oxen dragged the iron plough slowly over the felt, the thick and thick felt also parted into a ridge-like ravine.

A few drops of cold sweat slowly slid down the foreheads of Yang Yuan and Yang Yi. They didn't dare to come out, holding their breath and holding their right hand on the hilt of the sword. The time that Yang Yuan and Yang Yi have followed Yang Tianhong is not short, and they have seen more or less all kinds of immortal methods and spells. It's just that it's the first time I've seen a wooden doll like this, which uses magic to drive a wooden doll and plow on felt.

The felt is not large, with an area of about one square meter. The wooden puppet and the wooden ox quickly walked through, and the three ladies picked up a basin of water prepared in advance and placed on the table, took out a charm from the cloth bag, approached the oil lamp and lit it, the charm immediately burned, and the black paper ash fell from the air, and quickly soaked on the surface of the copper basin. The third lady stretched out her white and tender right hand, stirred back and forth in the copper basin, felt that it was almost, picked up an empty porcelain cup, scooped up a glass of water from the basin, poured it into her mouth, turned around, and spit out the felt that had been cultivated by the wooden puppet spread out on the bed.

This rune water is like a rain, and it suddenly produces an extremely wonderful effect on the cultivated felt. Small green seedlings grow from between the hairy roots. For a moment, already occupied all the felt. From the location where Yang Tianhong is located, it is a special place of turquoise.

Meng Qi approached Yang Tianhong's ear, and asked in an extremely subtle voice with the Qi Refining Cultivator's unique method of closed sound transmission, "What is that woman doing?"

Yang Tianhong shook his head slowly, and replied in the same slight voice: "I don't know either." However, as far as I know, this should be a spell unique to the demon race. ”

Both demons and demons are good at change. One of the biggest differences. It is the demon race that often uses its own ontology as the basis for change, or uses external objects to produce form transformation. The change of the demon race is different. They pay more attention to the temptation of the human heart and the subtle differences in the activities of the psychological mind, so as to achieve the purpose of plundering the essence of human beings.

When he saw the three ladies take out the wooden puppet from the cloth bag, Yang Tianhong could basically conclude that the three ladies were not humans, but a monster.

If it's a demon. The Three Ladies would never use bread to turn a living person into a donkey. If it were the demons who did this kind of thing, they would have always liked to do it themselves. They are good at pretending to be a young woman in front of a man, or a handsome man in front of a woman, and touch the other person's heart with sweet words, so that the target will die for himself and would rather die than regret it.

The three ladies sprayed three sips of runic water in a row, and the green seedlings growing on the felt gradually matured. From a slightly yellowish tender green to a dark green, and then to a fully ripe golden yellow, it takes only a stick of incense before and after. The one-square-meter felt suddenly became much thicker. Heavy ears of wheat bent the branches.

Yes, it is wheat. The grains are full and the panicle sequence is uniform, even Yang Tianhong, who is hiding outside and peeping, can smell a faint wheat fragrance from a distance.

Two wooden dolls, a man and a woman, appeared on the stage, holding scythes in their hands, and harvesting the entire "wheat field" at great speed. Next, it is to raise the ears, thresh, and grind the shells...... A series of assembly-like processes down. The wheat grains in the bamboo basket are about two hands together. It looks like it's full of two handfuls.

The wooden puppet pours the wheat grains into the stone mill, and the female puppet dressed in green holds a bamboo basket and continuously adds wheat to the millstone. The male puppet dressed in red drove the cow and dragged the stone mill to rotate slowly. When they did these things, the three ladies plucked the hairpin on the top of their heads and pierced their fingertips with a sharp hairpin. Drop drops of blood into the groove in the middle of the grinding disc.

Soon, flour flowed out of the mill port. It didn't seem to be contaminated by the blood of the three ladies, and it was still snow-white. However, the amount of flour is much more than the grain of wheat poured into the eye of the millstone. Half an hour passed, and the two handfuls of wheat harvested from the felt were finally finished. However, the flour received from the port of the mill plate contained two large pockets and weighed about 50 kilograms.

The third lady recited the rhythmic incantation from before again, and the wooden puppet also untied the wooden ox from the small stone mill, packed everything up in order, and put it into a cloth bag one by one. Finally, two people, a man and a woman, walked in.

It was still dark and it was late at night.

The third lady stood up from the side of the bed, raised her hands, and stretched out very comfortably. She yawned, twisted her waist, walked to the opposite wall, picked up an empty basin, scooped some flour out of the pocket containing the noodles, and walked to the water tank by the wall, scooping the water, and mixing the noodles.

The house is clearly connected to the kitchen. It didn't take much time to mix water and noodles, and waiting for the dough in the basin to gradually take shape, the third lady walked out through the opposite door while wiping the wet noodles stuck to her hands. About half a minute later, she walked in again with a stove and an iron pot.

A rag dipped in sesame oil wipes the hot pot, and through the raised bottom of the pot, you can see the red color of the charcoal fire burning through the stove. The third lady kneaded the dough into palm-sized pieces in her hands, skillfully twisted them, spread them into round and thin cakes, and gently placed them on the edge of the pot. Soon, the smell of food smelled pleasant inside and outside the house.

Seeing this scene, Meng Qi only felt a churning in his stomach, his two eyes involuntarily stared at the boss, and the muscles on his face twitched.

It was the first time he had seen "farming" in this way. Meng Qi also clearly saw the blood of the third lady blending into the flour. Thinking about Meng Zhong, the follower who was lying in the room and had turned into a big black donkey, even a fool understood that it was the effect and effect of this strange dough cake.

The biggest difference between youkai and humans is the difference in their understanding of the word "food".

For youkai, there are many things that humans can't accept, and even humans themselves, can be used as food.

Meng Qi had heard of monsters eating people.

He had also heard that some youkai took the initiative to feed humans. On the surface, those foods are common steamed buns and steamed buns. In fact, they are all stones, clods of soil, and even feces after the youkai have transformed their form with hex.

Meng Qi only felt that his scalp was numb, and his mind was filled with uncontrollable furious flames.

If it weren't for Yang Tianhong's stopping, if it weren't for the Meng family's rule of "washing hands before and after eating", maybe the black donkey lying in the room on the second floor would have become himself.

Not only the attendant Meng Zhong, but also more than a hundred other servants of the Meng family, all of whom had eaten this kind of bread at dinner. Although they hadn't entered other rooms to see it, it was conceivable that they were all in the same situation as Meng Zhong now, and they had encountered an accident.

Thinking of this, a stream of boiling blood surged sharply from Meng Qi's body, instantly surging to the top of his head, his entire face became bright red, and his eyes released a hideous gaze like a cannibal.

"Youkai! You should die! Damn it! Lao Tzu must kill you with his own hands and sacrifice your head with blood!"

With a roar coming out of his mouth, Meng Qi drew his dagger with his backhand, raised his foot, kicked the door open fiercely, and plunged headlong into it. (To be continued.) )