"Lord Priest, I'm back. A small thin figure appeared in front of Zhang Zifan's eyes.

Zhang Zifan stood up from the chair in surprise and welcomed his little follower back to his place.

"Huh?"

Although he is not a careful person, the sadness on Xiao Yi's face is difficult to ignore, Zhang Zifan couldn't help but ask:

"Aren't you happy? Why don't you cook me a bowl of noodles?"

"No, nothing!"

Xiao Yi rubbed her face vigorously with her hands, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll go to Steward Wang's place to see, if there are materials, cook a bowl of chicken noodle soup." ”

With that, he turned and ran away.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhang Zifan feels that Xiao Yi seems to be slightly twisting his butt when he runs, which is not a good habit for the cute Xiao Zhengtai.

He decided that if he had time, he would definitely correct the child's bad habits.

If he really can't correct it, he can only be a boy who can draw a beautiful eyeliner for himself.

Of course, Zhang Zifan could see that Xiao Yi had something in his heart.

Most of it is still related to his relatives.

Maybe this time I went home to go to the funeral or something, and it was very likely.

This kind of thing must not be inquired about casually, Zhang Zifan can only pretend not to know.

When I am sad, I cook a bowl of noodles for the boss to eat, and I hope that Comrade Xiaoyi can get out of the haze.

This is the method that Zhang Zifan learned in Hong Kong dramas, I hope it will work.

Speaking of which, during the time when he came home in primary school, Zhang Zifan really felt that there was something missing in his life, and he was a little unaccustomed to it.

Although I usually think this little tail is quite annoying, but after it really disappears, even the chicken soup every day becomes bitter.

"Hey, finally someone helps carry firewood, deliver water, and wash clothes every day!"

Stretching, Zhang Zifan slowly paced back to his small courtyard.

Speaking of troublesome things, not only his little followers, but also Zhang Zifan, the priest, has been in a lot of trouble recently.

This trouble naturally comes from the evolution in the immortal realm of the small courtyard.

It's not that Zhang Zifan suddenly became too sentimental and worried about the matter of Nu Snail and Fu Xi.

In fact, in Zhang Zifan's view, anyway, in classical mythology, the two brothers and sisters originally had that strange relationship.

Of course, I don't have anything to worry about.

As long as there is no big mess in the fairy world and the human race, everything is a trivial matter.

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Fu Xi won the world, lost his sweetheart, and became the master of the human race with tears, and was called the Emperor of Xi.

So far, Emperor Xi has reigned for 500 years.

Sitting on the tall golden throne, Fu Xi's originally handsome and delicate face had become a little old.

But this old age is only relative.

The courtiers of His Royal Highness all looked at their Holy Emperor respectfully.

His face was like a knife, and his eyes were majestic but gentle.

For five hundred years, the fathers of these courtiers, the fathers of the fathers, and all the ancestors who can be traced, were the subjects of this great and wise lord.

The Holy Emperor is so powerful, leading the Terrans over mountains, conquering jungles and grasslands, and accomplishing one miracle after another.

These 500 years are an epic of human beings thriving and surviving.

Like every morning meeting in the long past.

Fu Xi sat quietly on the throne, looking down at his loyal courtiers, waiting for them to report on various matters.

"Holy Emperor, the army sent in the direction of Kunlun five years ago has returned, and they have brought back the oracle of the Jade Void Sage. ”

"Read!"

"Master Reed said: Enter my Xuanmen, from Feierchen. ”

"Humph!"

Fu Xi snorted coldly, but he was helpless.

With the multiplication of the human race, the population was large, and many of them joined the three sects.

Although most of these people recited the Yellow Court silently and had no quarrel with the world, there were also many people who committed a lot of murder like the Blood Knife Ancestor back then.

As the co-leader of the human race, Fu Xi naturally couldn't sit idly by.

As a result, conflicts between imperial power and clerical power continued to emerge.

Those monks who have attained the Tao often do not put the royal law in their eyes, in addition to the big things, there are also sects for their protection, and among them, the Yuxu Palace Reed Sect is the most protective of the short, only the skin, whether it is right or wrong.

But when it comes to saints, even a male lord like Fuxi is helpless.

After all, the Reed Palm Sect is rumored to be a second disciple of Hongjun, and his cultivation is even more advanced than that of the Terran Race's female snail Niangniang.

Holding back his anger, Fu Xi wrote a letter in his hand and handed it to a young official: "There is the Xiong clan, and you will send 3,000 people to accompany you to Kunlun Mountain, take my handwritten letter, and hand it over to the Yuxu Sage." ”

As an individual, Fu Xi would never bend down like anyone else, but as the first human emperor, he had to compromise with the Xuanmen.

In the past, the three religions had always wanted to come to the human race to preach, but Fuxi had always guarded against and refused.

But now it is incomprehensible, and you can only use this chip in exchange for some benefits.

Youxiong is one of Fuxi's most favored young juniors, and he often takes him with him to teach.

In Fu Xi's opinion, the Xiong clan has outstanding talents, and his intelligence is not inferior to Chi You, the eldest disciple who defected decades ago.

Today, Fu Xi ordered him to go to Yuxu to seek the Tao, that is, he acquiesced to the infiltration of Xuanmen, so as to exchange for the right to manage the children of Xuanmen walking in the human race.

"You are a smart person, the righteousness of the sect and the human race, you should know the importance of it. ”

Fu Xi patted Youxiong's shoulder and said meaningfully: "The future is yours." ”

There is a Xiong clan's decree, and he said: "The disciple remembers the teachings of the teacher, no matter how many teachers the disciple has in the future, always remember that I am a descendant of the human race and receive the great favor of the Holy Emperor." ”

After that, the Xiong clan took the order and left.

At this time, another courtier came out and said, "Holy Emperor, the temple of the female snail has been completed as scheduled. ”

"Great goodness!"

Fuxi was overjoyed, and the face of Gujing Wubo for five hundred years was full of joy: "The female snail Niangniang is the righteous god of the human race, and she has the holy virtue of creating people and mending mountains."

Now I set up its temple and build its statue, Li Shu should be repaid with the four seasons of incense, and I should also be an example!"

......

After a while, the Holy Emperor's chariot, accompanied by a group of ministers, made incense towards the Nusnail Palace.

After more than 800 years of reproduction, including 500 years of hard work after Fuxi, the human race has now occupied an extremely vast and fertile land.

How vast is this land?

Covers roughly the entire area of the red buff pit.

This is a huge area, and even if a mortal walks, he will have to walk for years.

Fortunately, the Nusnail Temple is not far from the imperial city, and the convoy went out of the city gate, and after walking for a long time, they saw a gorgeous palace from a distance.

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