When Qi Wufu came, he had never seen his teacher, standing in the sky at this moment, he could only perceive the infinite killing machine escaping, the flow of thunder and starlight was unpredictable, even if their master was no longer there, the remaining power still made people feel thrilled.

"Oh, you're here."

Fu Xi looked at Qi Wufu, as if he was looking at his original self in the past, and then retracted the light in his eyes, looked lazy, and said lightly: "If you come here to find your teacher, it is unfortunate that he has already left." ”

Then he shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Before leaving, he threatened me by the way."

"I'm so scared that my clothes are wet."

Qi Wu said confusedly: "Are you leaving......

The green-shirted scribe said lightly: "Don't think about it, with Ling's age, you have been able to come to this point, it is already because of this turbulent general trend, because of this era, you have come to the top of the wave, so you are in front, so it is so fast, but your teacher is different, and the royal is not the same, they are the ones who set off the waves." ”

"It's like if you're standing on flat ground and looking at it from afar, you can see the mountains as if they were right in front of you."

"But that's just a picture, it's still far away from you, you need to walk through it step by step, one day, shoulder to shoulder, holy and heavenly, at that time, these things, you don't have to be behind our backs, and at that time, your teacher should talk to you about these things in detail."

The green-shirted scribe looked at the sky, then lowered his eyes to the world at his feet, and said, "Let's go." ”

"I have something to tell you."

Qi Wufu looked in the direction the teacher left, retracted his gaze, and nodded.

……………………

The previous immortals, starlight, and thunder were as if they were just a dream, and people watched these streamers disperse, and the fear and panic of such a power beyond ordinary imagination should have lasted for a long time, but at this moment, under the influence of a certain force, it was gradually forgotten, and eventually turned into a deep dream-like memory.

They will leave a thirst for power in their hearts, but they will not breed tyranny and fear, and they will not affect their normal lives, and people will only puff up the green shirt scribe who threatens their survival, with anger and resentment, but they will gradually return to normal life.

"Really, who the hell is that person just now, how can he be so hateful!"

"What do you mean by kidnapping the luck of the entire human world!?"

"Really, the heavenly gods and bodhisattvas, bless us quickly and arrest the evil ghost and evil god just now."

An old woman with gray hair was walking through the street with her grandson, people were talking about what had just happened, the lanterns on both sides of the street had been hung up, and a faint light flowed from the cracks in the door, and a man in a green shirt with gray temples was walking on the road, smiling when he heard the words, and next to him was a Taoist in a Taoist robe.

"Do you know when there will be peace and prosperity on earth?"

"It's not a psalm that praises the peace of the world, it's not a martial art."

"It's time for these little chirping guys to complain."

The green-shirted scribe spoke casually, and the Taoist walked beside him, and after a while, Qi Wufu took the initiative to speak, and said slowly: "You have taken your own hands and pulled the immortals and gods of the heavenly realm into the whirlpool laid by yourself, and they have no way to make a move against the human world in the next few hundred years, but the grievances between you and them have not been resolved." ”

"What are you going to do in a few hundred years......"

The green-shirted scribe understated: "After a few hundred years, it is natural to end cause and effect." ”

"Cause and effect is nothing more than what you do now, and then you get a good or bad outcome."

"When you do something, you have to have the expectation of the result later, if not, you are not qualified to do it, I have done more things, and the reason why you can still talk to me here calmly is only because you don't know my past."

Qi Wufu looked at Fu Xi and pondered.

The green-shirted scribe said: "In the past few hundred years, let me see, it is about three hundred years." ”

"During these three hundred years, the Heavenly Realm will not participate in human affairs."

"They will take care of the world, and even more diligent than in the past, there will be no natural disasters, it is the time for the development of the human race, but during this period of time, the human race has lived like a drunken dream for three hundred years in the hotbed without growth; Or in these three hundred years, the initial ability to protect oneself? ”

"It's up to you."

The green-shirted scribe smiled: "My temperament is too solitary, and I have no interest in the reproduction and growth of the human race; The Terrans are chattering, and I don't have much patience, I'm afraid that I will be so angry that I will hang them up and smoke, and when the time comes, Awa will be annoyed with me again, so forget it. ”

The Taoist paced to the side, thinking quietly.

The current situation seems to be unfolding in front of us - the Antarctic Immortal Emperor has shown great and obvious hostility towards the human race, and in addition, not all the gods of the heavenly realm are kind to the human race, at least the group that was pulled out by Fuxi all have a certain level of hostility towards the human race or the Wa Emperor, some of them were solved by Fuxi, and some of them are still alive.

On the other hand, the situation in the human world is ......

The Taoist's thoughts paused, and he used the word "a hundred wastes to be rebuilt" in his heart.

It is said that a hundred wastes are waiting to be rebuilt.

But it's actually just two words.

Confusion!

The realm of the human world, there is no unification for 8,000 years, each fighting for itself, and the most powerful force in the human world, Shenwu Kyushu, has just experienced the change of the human emperor, and the mighty king cleans these major events, and is in a relatively weak state.

In itself, it is equivalent to the loss of a protective cover.

Once Fu Xi went to the appointment to fight.

is even more dangerous.

There are enemies in all directions.

Only by relying on the characteristics of humanity and luck can it be possible to have the power to protect oneself by truly spreading the Fa to the people of the world in the past three hundred years, so that the human race is leaping to a higher level, but this matter is extremely difficult just by thinking about it.

There are also rivers flowing through the inner city and the outer city in the capital, every festival time, there will be people who put lanterns, at this moment the green shirt scribe stood on the side of the river, stood with his hands in his hands, and said: "Let's talk about it, is there any way?" ”

Qi Wufu said in a deep voice: "First, the nine countries of the human realm are unified. ”

"Second, spread the Dharma to the world."

The green-shirted scribe raised his eyebrows, and then said, "Is it too late?" ”

This sentence made Qi Wufu silent.

Three hundred years, against the enemies of Emperor Shangwa.

Face off against enemies who don't want to be strong on earth.

Is it in time?

Qi Wufu wanted to say that it was too late, but the passage of time was fair to any living being, and he said, "It's too late to ......"

"However, even if it is too late, we must do our best."

Fu Xi naturally mended the knife and said: "Naturally, it's too late." ”

"It's too late, it's the hell."

"For those immortals, three hundred years is just a moment, and for the human race, even if Ah Wa has returned now, and the human race has reached three Jiazi, it is also an extremely long time."

"It takes three hundred years to catch up with the thousands of years and tens of thousands of years of cultivation of others, and to defeat them, this can't but be said, it's really too arrogant, even if you are a disciple of the Supreme People, you shouldn't have such arrogant thoughts."

"What's more, you may face more enemies than you do now."

"After all, [relationships] are constantly changing."

"The Tao rhyme between heaven and earth, the resources of all things, are limited, and the human race is powerful, it will inevitably occupy the interests of the rest of the race, and even some weak immortals, and those immortals who are friendly with the human race may not be willing to see the rise of the human race."

"And one day, when the human race is so strong that it is higher than the sky, your friend Jade Emperor may also become your enemy, and in this world, there is no eternal relationship."

Qi Wufu was silent.

Of course, he knew these things.

Therefore, as long as he thought that after the man in the green shirt in front of him left, all the pressure would fall on the world, and he felt a great oppressive force, a kind of desperate pressure, the Taoist straightened his back and never wavered, but suddenly thought of the request of the teacher Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun.

My disciples, you must have the confidence to support the sky with one hand.

The green-shirted scribe immediately smiled lazily, spread his hands, and said leisurely with that angry expression on his face: "However, this matter should always be handed over to you for a headache, me, I am definitely going to be stared at now, and I can't do anything, so this matter can only be left to you." ”

"Of course, I'm not dumping the pot, hahaha."

"But there's one more thing I've got for you."

The green-shirted scribe smiled casually:

"Originally, I was going to give you a treasure of my own to help you set your breath."

"But I've retracted my mind now."

"That thing is a bit too wasteful to give you, I still have a stone lump, so I reluctantly lend it to you for three hundred years, I hope that in these times, you can do the things you said, it doesn't matter if you can't do it, in short, you will pay me back when the time comes."

He casually threw a stone to Qi Wuchao, and Qi Wuqian raised his hand to grab it, his palm slightly heavy.

It is a book with ancient words and patterns that record the subtle charm.

The Taoist didn't have any expectations for the things given by Fu Xi, but this thing was different, Qi Wufu just glanced at it, but his complexion changed suddenly, and he recognized that part of it was the number of heaven and earth, the number of the Great Yan, and the principle of left-handedness, the principle of pictograms, the five elements of yin and yang, and innate changes, all in it!

Qi Wufu said in disbelief: "This is ......"

"River Tuluo Book?!"

The river is out of the map, Luo is out of the book, and the saint is it!

Legend has it that many Terran Holy Kings have used these treasures to overcome countless dangers, leaving behind many legends, and there are even rumors that this is the origin of gossip, and now, this supreme divine object was handed over to Qi Wufu by him at will.

The green-shirted scribe said, "Huh? Hetuluoshu, forget it, that's what you Terrans call it. ”

"It just so happens that your foundation lacks the most to hold down the number of qi."

"And what you face next is a competition for time and time, and it just so happens that I used this thing to make deals with the ancestors of your human race."

"A deal about time."

The corners of Fu Xi's mouth were slightly hooked, and he looked sideways at Qi Wufu, as if countless years ago, he turned sideways, with red pine nuts, as the teacher of King Yu, and with the perspective of the old farmer who discovered Hetu, he handed over this treasure to the ancestors of the human race, and then let those human holy kings leave their own strength.

He gave his reasons for doing so.

And they did not hesitate to leave their breath behind.

And now this ancient humane qi is rising, either magnificent or domineering, but each one is the most mellow human qi.

"I asked them to keep their power on this [Hetuluo Book]."

"The words of those guys, in your time, should be called [Three Emperors and Five Emperors], right?"

"I'll leave it to you what you want to do after that, but I think this thing can help you survive this catastrophe."

The green-shirted scribe said it lightly, his expression was peaceful, as if he had been waiting for all this to happen, and then began to lay out in the extremely distant past, [Hetu Luo Shu], coupled with the ancient kings, the three emperors and the five emperors contained in it, these were full of strong and heavy power in Qi Wufu's hands.

It's as if the history of the Terrans is here.

Qi Wufu was slightly moved by such a heavy inheritance, and muttered to himself in his heart.

Every legend in the ancient era is associated with Hetuluoshu, and it turns out that it is for this reason......

If we said earlier, 300 years is an extremely difficult challenge for people to have a certain amount of self-preservation, and it is almost impossible.

Now, the turnaround has emerged.

It's not just 300 years.

These three hundred years are just a flashpoint of reversal.

The human world has been preparing for these three hundred years long before several eons.

Qi Wufu suddenly remembered the words of Fu Xi on the day he blew up his identity, and at that time, the man in the green shirt smiled gently, and his voice carried the vicissitudes and remoteness that he had seen since the ancient years, and the sigh and gentleness of the [people] of the original ancient era, and said:

"In order to wait for a glimmer of opportunity like you."

"I've been waiting for generations."

At that time, he didn't even lie......

Qi Wufu held the Hetu Luo Book, felt the weight and heaviness attached to this force, and felt a trace of Fuxi's loneliness and determination in these long years, he looked at the Qingyi scribe - with himself as his son, leading the Six Realms into the game, and since the ancient times, he began to prepare for today's things, which naturally gave people a kind of determination.

Qi Wufu's expression was complicated, and he subconsciously said:

"Then three hundred years later, are you going to make an appointment with the Northern Emperor and the Antarctic?"

"Three hundred years?"

The green-shirted scribe looked sideways at the man, smiling rather than smiling, and said leisurely:

"When did I say that I would not go to them until three hundred years later?"

"Or if I say 300 years, is that 300 years?"

The Taoist is stagnant.

Could it be ......

The green-shirted scribe laughed loudly.

The appearance and bearing are endless, free and chic.

It is the royal that leads the gods into the game and wins an incredible 300-year opportunity for the world; It is the emperor god who plays with the immortal gods and applauds, but he is also thoughtful and has already appeared at the beginning of the distant catastrophe, and he fell silently for the reversal of the distant future, and endured the human race Xihuang who does not know how long the years were.

Whether it is means or supernatural powers, they are all extraordinary, and if you look at them comprehensively, they are even more peerless.

Even if it is a Taoist, he sighs from his heart at this moment.

Emperor Xi ......

Those who can leave a name in distant times are not ordinary existences.

Such a person has almost no weaknesses, no matter what kind of desperate situation he has, he has the means to break the situation; Planning for the common people, calculating the Six Realms, and the determination to silently endure the long years for the sake of a momentary opportunity to turn the tables, Qi Wufu didn't know for a while who could make him afraid and make him retreat.

Until they returned to the storage room and pushed the door open.

Then, I saw the avatar of Emperor Wa, who was supposed to be sleeping in the quiet room, appear at the door.

Then 'calmly' open your eyes.

Fuxi: "............"

(End of chapter)