Shui Zhu'er's hands and feet were cold, and his whole body trembled, and he curled up his body with all his strength and drilled into the arms of the old patriarch. The old patriarch hurriedly hugged Shui Zhu'er tighter, and the last bonfire of the tribe had scorched the bear skin wrapped in Shui Zhu'er's body.

"There is no firewood. The voices in the crowd were cold and desperate.

With the old patriarch as the center, all the remnants of the tribe sat next to each other, around the old patriarch and the bonfire, the women and the old men sat in the innermost part, and the men held their arms in the outer layer, forming a thin and strong human wall, as much as possible to shield the people inside from the howling cold wind in the cave.

The last child of the tribe is the last of the children, and the other children have been killed by the snowstorm that has been falling for nearly thirty days and the freezing cold that can freeze stones. The chest-high snow first flooded the rocks, then drove away all the animals in the mountain, and finally closed the cave of the tribe. If you can't get out, there will be no firewood and food, and even if you go out, you can't come back, and more than half of the young people in the clan rushed into the heavy snow, but no one came back.

Shui Zhu'er was a baby boy who was born with a blue drop-shaped jade on his forehead that seemed to flow with clouds flowing inside. So, everyone called him Shui Zhuer. Shui Zhuer is much stronger and smarter than the other children. He was only one year old, he ran faster than a three-year-old child, he could break a small tree two fingers thick, and he was the only person who could dive in the whole land, and the old patriarch who ate the scallops he found at the bottom of the river laughed, and the necklace made of those shells is still worn around the old patriarch's neck, and the people in the tribe thought that when the water beads grew up, they would definitely become legendary heroes. However, all of this has gone from the arrival of those monsters floating in the clouds and mist, with human heads and snake bodies, to disillusionment.

The basilisks say that they are gods, and the people of the tribe, and all the people outside the mountain, are made of the basilisk, so they are the masters of the tribe and the masters of all humans. In addition, they made a request that they take the droplets with them.

No one paid attention to these snake-headed worms, they only listened to the old patriarch alone, because all the people in the tribe were the descendants of the old patriarch. The old patriarch seemed to be immortal, even he himself could not remember how many years he had lived, his children died, his grandchildren gradually died, he watched the children grow up and grow strong from generation to generation, and then grow old and die, and he could not count how many generations, at first, he was very sad, and then he found that the children were like the leaves on a big tree, life was short and happy, so that it was happy, and the marks and sorrows of the years were enough for his old trunk to bear.

The gods who created human beings are by no means monsters with the heads of these snakes, although they are old, the old patriarch still has a clear memory of his birth, which is the memory imprinted in his blood and soul, and he often revisits it in his dreams, which is also the only dream of the old patriarch.

In the dream, it was a huge god, he held the sky in his hands and his feet on the ground, struggling with all his strength, and the clouds floating on the waist of the giant god rolled over because of his struggle. The giant god seemed to be unable to breathe, his face was purple and swollen, his mouth was as wide as possible, and his chest rose and fell violently, but in that small world, he couldn't breathe enough gas at all, and the blood vessels in his neck and arms were sinking, as if they were about to burst. There is a huge suction force between heaven and earth, the sky sinks down, the earth pushes up, constantly squeezing the giant god, and the edges of heaven and earth are still biting together, without a single gap.

Finally, after exhausting the last shred of strength, the giant god collapsed, his skin cracked inch by inch, blood burst out, and a cloud of blood mist burst out around his body, and a large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth and neck, and flew down, like a red curtain covering the heavens and the earth, and the entire heaven and earth were stirred with the desperate roar of the giant god and blood-red raindrops. Then, the muscles and internal organs of the giant god began to fall off, and they smashed on the ground one by one, and the earth was still a large pool of viscous black mire, and the huge muscles and internal organs like mountains were smashed into the mire, splashing rows of mud waves thousands of feet high, and the mud spots and blood rain were sprinkled together, and the heaven and earth were dark and miserable. The blood of God solidified the earth, and the earth and the water began to separate, and the black mire swelled, dividing into continents and oceans with the roar that filled the heavens and the earth.

In the end, the skeleton of the giant god was also scattered, and the giant bones of thousands of miles long and wide roared into the continent and the ocean with surging momentum, turning into metal, and the head of the giant god also fell to the ground and immersed in the ocean. Without the support of the giant god, the sky slammed down, swallowing everything on the earth like a monstrous mouth, and after a loud noise that made the space also wrinkle, the sky did not hug the earth as it wished—it was still supported. The last pillar of heaven is the backbone of the giant god, who stands upright and unyielding from beginning to end. The name of the giant god is Pangu, and his backbone has turned into Kunlun, which supports the heavens.

Pangu's heart didn't cool down immediately after falling into the dust, and it was still full of blood. The old patriarch was conceived in Pangu's heart, and when he opened his eyes for the first time, all he saw was red, the color of magma and fire.

In the mountains formed by the heart of Pangu, the old patriarch and a woman from outside the mountains formed a family—she said that she was born in a place full of green towering ancient trees, and their descendants and tribes lived and thrived in the mountains. They are the descendants of the great god Pangu, the lineage of the heart of the great god, and they are very proficient in the art of using fire, and the master is the old patriarch, who has passed on the knowledge of using fire from generation to generation.

"Lies, shameless lies, go, demon spirits disguised as gods, you are no different from the ghosts in this mountain, and the water beads will not go with you!" the old patriarch replied without any hesitation, directly and resolutely.

"Alas...... Let me help you to recover your proper memory, and I will teach you knowledge and bring you a more abundant life...... said a serpent man with a high crown on his head, and his voice was long and thick, and the quiet smell seemed to slow down all the flow between heaven and earth, and the mist, the clouds, and even the flocks of birds formed a circle of colored rings around him with his words, and they rose and fell and flowed steadily according to a wonderful rhythm.

The serpent man was clearly the leader of the invaders, his upper body was draped in a robe, black and white intertwined into strange runes flashing on it, the edges of the robe were wrapped in dark gold lace, he wore a high crown on his head, a jade plate pressed longitudinally on the top of the crown, and strings of jade beads hung on the edges, his long, thick snake tail hovered and loomed in the clouds, and a thick rectangular wooden block lay horizontally in front of him, resting on his coiled tail, on which seven crystalline silver threads were pulled.

The leader of the snake people continued: "We must take that child, he has no ill will, his qualities are very good, we will teach him a lot of knowledge, let him see the wider world, he will be the king of all mankind...... Old man, don't you want to see him in all his glory and glory? As for your lost memories...... I'm going to help you remember......"

Without waiting for the old patriarch's answer, the leader of the snake people slowly stroked the long wooden block in front of him with both hands, and he smiled and said, "Listen carefully, the sound of this Fuxiqin is the most beautiful sound you can hear in this life. ”

The strings were plucked gently, but there was not a single sound, only an invisible ripple spreading softly. Where the ripples passed, the space was slightly distorted, as if a light smoke drifted across the heavens and the earth, and the mountains, trees, and clouds shook like water waves, and everything seemed to be combed into a trace by the ripples, strangely entangled and blended with the surrounding scenery. The world is rendered by this ripple into a mass of deep, shallow, colorful and infinitely dancing color blocks. The strings were plucked continuously, and the light smoke spread out layer by layer, and there was still no sound, but all the thoughts in the minds of the people who were swept by the light smoke were instantly washed away and turned into an empty blank, and then, they saw that everything in the world was dancing in harmony, and the hearts of everything in nature were connected with their souls at the same time, and the whole world was singing in unison. It's really the most beautiful voice, come and sing it, sing all your dreams and best memories.

Within the scope of Fu Xiqin's power, all the people of the tribe were controlled for a while—except for the water beads, the blue jade droplets on his forehead flickered, and the smoke swirling in the jade swirled rapidly. The water beads only felt confused when the qin wave swept by, but then there was a burst of coolness in her head, and the world in her eyes became clearer. He saw that the people were all standing in a daze, and he was at a loss for a moment.

A hint of surprise flowed in the snake leader's eyes, but it disappeared immediately, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he changed a fingering and melody, and the ripples emitted by Fu Xiqin were metaphorically into an obscure shock. The accused only felt that in the thrill of joy, a tidal wave of images rushed into their minds and into their memories. The sky is still far blue, the earth is also verdant and lush, and birds and beasts live freely in the mountains, forests and grasslands. A female snake man woke up, her face was beautiful and kind, she concentrated on making a human appearance out of the clay, and then blew on it, the clay figure moved, the skin of the soil fell off, it became a real person, he called the female snake man "mother", and the female snake man also smiled happily. As a result, more and more humans lived on the earth, and the snake people taught them the knowledge of food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and taught them mathematics and music. The female snake man who created the human being is called "Nuwa", and the male snake man leader who teaches the human race is named Fu Xi, and the snake people are all gods, and the gods live happily with humans.

Gradually, the picture that rushed into my memory seemed to be the fact of yesterday, and what did I remember before? I can't remember...... Has there ever been a "once"?

The old patriarch also saw the various pictures that rushed into his mind, but unlike the others, the images he saw were all with a layer of blood-red background, and the originally beautiful and peaceful scene looked eerie against the background of blood. Why is this happening? Is it the blood of the great god Pangu that symbolizes the reality of the world? The old patriarch suddenly felt a great pain in his head at this time, and he suddenly came to his senses, and what caught his eyes was Fuxi, who was still playing slowly, and the intoxicated expressions of the clansmen.

"Wake me up!" the old patriarch shouted with all his might, but to no avail, he bit the veins in his wrists fiercely, hot blood splattered out, and then, holding two handfuls of blood, thrust into the mountain under his feet. The old patriarch's eyes were full of bright red fire.

"O heart of Pangu God!

With the chanting of the old patriarch, the mountain under the feet of the people shook violently, and the surface of the ground steamed hot, and after a short period of tranquility, all the plants on the mountain where the tribe was located dried up in an instant, and immediately burned violently, raising a blazing white high-temperature flame, and the entire mountain instantly turned into a huge torch, and the sky was red!

The snake people floating in the clouds were caught off guard by the sudden attack, and several slender snake people were squeaked and screamed, rolling and struggling in the clouds. Only the leader of the snake people was still seated, and the waves of fire and heat that were rushing at him suddenly turned into nothingness—as if they had never existed—but his fingers had stopped plucking the strings, and his gaze had changed from warm to cold. He sighed slowly: "I could have continued to live, why did I choose to perish......"

The fire had awakened all the people, but they had not been harmed in any way by the fire, and the old patriarch cried to them, "Go back to the cave!"

The skyrocketing fire gradually went out, and the hill where the tribe was located was enveloped in a thick layer of red-hot gas, making it impossible for people to get close. The leader of the snake people had a calm face, no sorrow or joy, his hands stroked the strings again, without pause or hesitation, and naturally played like flowing water. This time, Fu Xiqin did not make any ripples, but the place where heaven and earth met was blurred, and the blurred edge was like a surging tide rushing closer. Fu Xiqin is like a bottomless ancient well, and the whole space collapses into it, and it is like a giant mouth of a long whale, greedily devouring all energy. After a while, as if full of energy, the space returned to its original state in a swaying, but seven bright points of light floated in the piano, and the colored rays emitted by the light points extended up and down, and finally turned into seven colored lines that connected the sky and planted in the earth.

The leader of the snake people whispered while stroking the qin: "Heaven is full of water, nine earths are condensed yin, and I am the only one who uses it." ”

As the words fell, the seven colored threads that ran through the heavens and the earth vibrated slightly, and the heavens and the earth roared as if they should be harmonious, and the three formed a harp that crossed the yellow between the wind and the clouds. The leader of the snake people left the Fuxi Qin with both hands and began to play the Qin of Heaven and Earth. Under the drumming of the strings, boundless dark clouds poured out of the clear sky in an instant, tumbling and tumbling, and the earth was covered with a thick layer of frost in the blink of an eye. After a while, goose feather snow drifted in the air, and the palm-sized snowflakes turned out to be as black as ink. In the snowy field, countless amazing animals stuck to the black snowflakes and were instantly frozen into delicate sculptures, and the ground began to radiate a cold and biting cold air upwards, and the sleeping animals were stuck in a dream before they knew it, never waking up. Under the severe cold, the heat on the hill where the tribe was located quickly cooled, and the snow fell to the ground, covering all objects.

The tribesmen had burned all the combustible things, and there was no food, and they did not dare to lie down and sleep. Children and emaciated tribesmen died, their corpses continuing the tribe's existence, but not for long.

There was no firewood again, and the child was left with only one water bead, and the tribal road seemed to have come to an end.

"Shui Zhu'er is our last hope, definitely, we must let him live!"

The old patriarch's voice was calm and indifferent, he and his people did not lose their pride as descendants of Pangu, in the face of an invincible enemy, they chose to fight rather than give in, born in Si and died in Si, the heart of the great god is their best destination.

The old patriarch put his feet into the bonfire, and the dry skin instantly charred, and the blood seeped out of the charred skin, and before it could gather into drops, it coagulated into red-black blood clots, and then, the blood clots and charred skin began to glow red, and his feet burned violently, rising blue-red flames different from wood. There was no pain on the old man's face, only the devotion of conversion and love for his children, and he bit the scabbed wrist again, and the blood was oozing out with difficulty. The old man put the wound over the mouth of the child in his arms, leaned over the child's ear and said softly:

"Kid...... The greatest wish of the old ancestor is to go to Kunlun Mountain to have a look, in the dream of the old ancestor, that is the place where the backbone of the Pangu god became...... It's a pity that I haven't been there for so many years. Beads of water...... When you grow up, you must go and see the ...... for your ancestors."

The water beads tasted the warm liquid on their mouths in a drowsy state, and instinctively sucked on them, and the old man didn't know if he heard them. Gradually, the already dim fire in the cave became bright and hot again, and Shui Zhu'er only felt that the warm liquid kept flowing into his throat, and he could no longer feel cold and hunger, and fell into a deep sleep in his warm embrace.

It snowed for thirty-six days, and on the morning of the thirty-seventh day, the clouds began to dissipate, and the sun shone through the clouds, and the basilisk in the sky was long gone, and in their opinion, more than thirty days of severe cold was enough to kill any weak human. The snow gradually melted, and from the top to the foot of the mountain, countless streams flowed, and under the clear water was a layer of crystal glass, and the whole mountain was covered with this kind of thing. Under the bright sun, the mountains shimmer with a strange brilliance.

The cold meltwater poured into the cave where the tribe lived, and the sleeping droplets were drenched, and he struggled to sit up, and looked around, but he saw no one of the tribesmen, but saw a large pile of ashes on his side, and the cool water from the mouth of the cave washed the bottom of the ash pile, but the ashes seemed to be very heavy, and the water could not carry away a little dregs. The bright water beads could not escape the real sadness, despair and fear in his heart, he looked at the pile of ashes in front of him, he did not know what he should do, his chest was like a burning fire, scorching his heart and liver, endless pain like a needle constantly pricking his five organs, and like a heavy hammer striking hard in his brain, making him want to die immediately. At this moment, a dark red light flashed in the center of the ash heap. Shui Zhu'er suddenly felt something warm in his heart, and he struggled to climb up the ash heap, digging frantically. This pile of ashes is actually a small white jade-like stone condensed, strong and sturdy, very difficult to dig. About two hours later, Shui Zhu'er picked up a dark red bead from the depths of the ashes with his bloody hands.

The bead was like life, and it looked like a hole leading to another world. Through the bead wall, you can see that there is a vast sea rising and falling inside, but this ocean is dark red, and what merges into it is boundless thick blood water. In the center of the sea of blood, a huge vortex sucked in a huge amount of liquid, and I don't know where it went, only the vortex was still flashing orange-red fire in the heart.

This bead is undoubtedly terrifying in the eyes of others, but Shui Zhuer holds it in front of her chest and only feels warm and comfortable. He picked up the meltwater and wiped his face, washed the blood from the corners of his mouth, took the red beads in his arms, and walked out of the cave.

The mountain peaks that were refined by the fire of that day were as smooth as glass, and the water droplets walked down the foot of the mountain with the snow rolling and rolling, and walked into the mountains that were not affected by the fire and heavy snow, and began his struggle for survival.

Day after day, year after year, Shui Zhu'er grew up, and he realized that he was a very different person. In the summer, the water beads often hunt beside the waterfall, there are many spectacular waterfalls in the green mountains within a radius of thousands of miles, he only needs to lie down leisurely on the side of the deep pool under the waterfall, the tiger, leopard and wolf insect will naturally not let go of his unalert prey, but the strange thing happened immediately, the turbulent waterfall suddenly separated into a strong water belt, the beast that is quietly approaching is swept into the pool, the beast will struggle to swim to the shore, but it is useless, the pool water will form a rapid rotating whirlpool, pull the desperate beast into the bottom of the pool, drown. Shui Zhu'er only needs to sleep peacefully, and then Shi Shiran dives into the waterhole to scoop up the prey. In winter, the wind and snow and ice picks are the sharp weapons of the water droplets, and his ability to control the water becomes more and more free, as if it has turned into a pool of soulful water in the heavens and the earth, and the water is an extension of his limbs.

Twenty years later, Shui Zhu'er had grown into a three-foot tall giant, his face was delicate, and his muscles were knotted, but the lines of both bones and muscles were as soft as water lines, and the flowing smoke in the blue jade of his forehead was gone, replaced by a deep blue sea. He walked out of the mountains to a great river that rushed to the south, and knew from the human tribes that lived by the river that it was called "The Flood." The flood water flows southwards into a larger, wider and more rapid river called the "river water", which rushes eastward.

Droplets of water float on the waves of the flood and float down the river into the river. One night, he lay on his back on the river, watching the moonlight flow in the night sky, listening to the river rolling eastward, and gradually realized in his heart. Heaven and earth loop, spring flowers and summer grass are like an inconspicuous small whirlpool in the surging river, occasionally born, and then scattered by the turbulent current in an instant, the essence of the world is chaotic and disorderly, the heaven and earth, the sun and the moon are just a small whirlpool in the flow of the avenue, an accident. Shui Zhu'er wants to get the strongest power, the power that can wash everything away and tear everything apart. He turned over and stood up, the surface of the river seemed to be under his feet, and then, he slowly sank to the bottom of the river, and the roaring river in his ears rushed to his burly body, and the water droplets absorbed the energy of the torrent impact, turning every cell in his body into a deep pool, and the energy would accumulate in the pool, and one day, he would crush all the roadblocks like a river.

Thousands of years passed in a flash, and when the water beads surfaced again, there were already words and kings in the world, and the human king led the tribe of human beings, serving the snake people like parents. Although Shui Zhuer used water as a weapon, he hated water, because the heavy snow deprived all his relatives of their lives, and he removed the water from the names of the two great rivers, Flood and Jiangshui, and called himself "Gonggong". In the dream of Gonggong, you can often hear the vague words of the old patriarch - let yourself go to Kunlun, so he went up the river and went north to Kunlun.

Ten years later, Gonggong walked out of the Kunlun Mountains, stepped on the trembling earth, and began a journey of revenge, no one knows what he did in the Kunlun Mountains in the past ten years.

At the top of the highest peak in the Kunlun Mountains, a dark red bead is surrounded by snow, shining in the scorching sun.

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"The Journey of the New Han Dynasty" 15099, the style of writing is light-hearted and spoofed, and the protagonist travels to a new Han Dynasty that has been changed beyond recognition by a time-traveler two hundred years ago......