Not to mention how Li Qingming is, let's return to the coast of the East China Sea and take a look at the human race.

After more than 1,000 years of development, today's Terran has already been divided into several tribes, which are led by the most outstanding clansmen of the Terran race in the past thousand years.

And the Eight Ancestors of the Terran Race, as the Sage of the Terran Race, naturally lived in seclusion behind the scenes, silently guarding the Terran Race.

For more than 1,000 years, the human race has been accustomed to seeing ferocious monsters, birth, old age, sickness and death. It's just that some young clansmen are quite envious when they see those desolate cultivators, crisscrossing the sky and moving mountains and seas.

The human race has a tribe, their respective positions have changed, and their attitudes towards each other have naturally changed subtly, if it weren't for the eight human ancestors pressing on it, I am afraid that they have already fought with each other countless times.

Human beings are a strange race, and the first, second, and third generations of people are simple and straightforward. Then the tribe expanded, and people also had desires, and this is understandable. Only with desire can the human race survive and develop.

The Suiren and other eight people, seeing that the ethnic groups that were originally united and helping each other actually began to have differences and even divisions from within, they were angry and helpless in their hearts.

The eight people followed Li Qingming's teachings and did not interfere with the development of the human race. Understand that this is what Li Qingming said, the contradictions that will inevitably arise after the development of the human race.

But the eight of them were still very uncomfortable. Distraught, the eight simply closed up and sent one person every hundred years to guard the human race.

On the coast of the East China Sea, near the cave where Li Qingming rested, there is a rather simple and majestic wooden house. This is the room where the tribal leaders of the six tribes of the Terrans deliberate.

"Yuan Qing, my human race has lived on the coast of the East China Sea for generations, and now that all the ancestors have been in retreat, what is your intention at this time to move all the people in the group to the inland of the flood wilderness?" A mighty man dressed in a tiger skin robe and skirt. Tapping lightly on the wooden table in front of him, he said to another man in front of him.

"Ran Ji, don't use Lord Renzu to press me! Now that my human race has expanded rapidly, if we still rest on our laurels, then after a hundred years, our human race will have no place to live and no food to eat!

"Yes, Brother Ran Ji! Now there are more than 30 million people in our clan, and food has become very scarce every day. Even the residence was a gathering of more than ten people, and the clansmen were already overwhelmed!" A young man with a thin body but clear eyebrows echoed Yuan Qing with a sad face.

"Yanwen, why do you say that? I repeat, I am firmly opposed to my human race going out of the East China Sea at this time. For more than a thousand years, although we have been constantly moving, we have never dared to cross the vast mountains and forests and set foot in the desolate interior!" Ran Ji glanced at the other five people and continued:

"Have you forgotten what Lord Youchao said before his retreat? What's going on out there now? The two lich clans are strained and fight every day. Even those powerful people who are highly advanced in the Tao are closed, and you still want to go out? What are you going out to do, to die?"

"In addition to these two races, there are countless ferocious beasts in the wilderness outside, and the demon clan and the witch clan all have their own magical powers, so they can survive in the flood wilderness and get away! And what does our human race have? Is it the profound mana of the demon race, or the strong body of the witch clan? Huh?" Ran Ji said that he became more and more angry, and when he said the word zuihou, he suddenly raised the volume.

This Ran Ji can achieve the position of leader, naturally he is not pedantic. Although he knew that this day would come, he did not expect that this day would come so quickly.

"However, if we don't migrate inland on a large scale, how can we protect our people from hunger and cold?" The leaders of the six tribes, the only woman, suddenly hesitated to speak: "It's okay for us, the Terrans after the fourth generation have never been inland, and they all want to see what the real desolate land is like." ”

Ran Ji's eyes swept towards the woman, and he suddenly sighed, and said, "Tianhong, there will always be a way!"

The people in the wooden house fell silent for a moment, and everyone present frowned, thinking about the way forward.

"Squeak!"

At this moment, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open. A young man with a cold look and a face like a crown of jade, about twenty-five or sixteen, strode in.

Ran Ji glanced up at the young man and said, "Zen Xu, what are you doing when you come in?"

This young man named Zen Xu glanced around the crowd and said, "Abba, I think you are wrong, only by going out can the tribe develop, and you can't make the tribe make the slightest progress!"

Ran Ji was furious, the figure flickered, and a slap was thrown towards Zen Xu, and he said angrily: "Bastard! When will you be in charge of the clan! Get out of here!"

Zen Xu covered his face with a gloomy expression and whispered, "One day you will understand, you will definitely understand!"

This is just a small episode, but as the leader of the old faction of the tribe, he has such a rebellious son, which makes Ran Ji a topic of ridicule for the migratory faction for a while.

Half a month later.

"Lord Ranji, it's not good...... Lord Ran Ji, it's no good!" A strong young man knocked frantically on Ran Ji's door.

Ran Ji, whose eyes were bloodshot, opened the door and said, "Why are you so panicked?"

The young man looked at Ran Ji sweating profusely and said, "Lord Ran Ji, Brother Chan Xu, Brother Zen Xu has been missing for more than ten days!"

"Hmm, what!" Ran Ji, who was originally haggard, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his hands reached out, shook the young man's shoulders, and said, "When did it happen? Didn't you go to him?"

The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead, endured the severe pain in his shoulder, and said with a wry smile: "I have looked for him, but I have never seen him!"

Ran Ji sat on the ground dejectedly, looking at his hands, crystal tears flashed in the corners of his eyes, silent!

Where did Zen Xue go?

It turned out that Chan Xu, as the son of a tribal leader, had met several ancestors several times when he was a child. The clothes even took the young man to soar in the sky, which made the young man full of infinite yearning for the cultivator.

That day, Zen Xu left the wooden house and was silent for a long time. The next day, he left the tribe with nothing to lose and went to the interior of the flood wilderness.

Because he has practiced the Wu clan combat skills left by Li Qingming since he was a child, the talented and intelligent Zen Xu has a strong physique, perhaps because the human race is born with the Tao rhyme, Zen Xu, who is less than twenty-five years old, has the cultivation of refining the gods and returning to the void without cultivation.

Since leaving the tribe, Zen Xu will worship when he meets the mountain, and a worship is three days and three nights, during which he must perform three bows and nine bows. Along the way, it was not that there were no cultivators who were made a big hole by Zen, but when he remembered that he was a human race created by Nuwa Niangniang, he had never heard of anyone taking a human race as an apprentice, so he all extinguished the idea of teaching him to cultivate.

It is also strange to say that in the following ten years, when Chan Xu knelt on the mountain to visit the immortals, there was not the slightest danger to approach him. From this, it can be seen that this son's luck is extraordinary.

Two flowers, one on each table.

Li Qingming built a large array to protect the island on that day, and then returned to Wanzhu Island and took the two disciples, his younger brother and his mother, to Penglai Island. He lived a farming life of fishing and planting grass.

On this day, Li Qingming suddenly remembered several spiritual treasures he had obtained from the Middle Ages. I had already thought about giving it to Sanqing, but because of the complicated things since I returned from the Middle Ages, I completely forgot about it.

Recently, I happened to be free, and I haven't been to Kunlun Mountain for hundreds of years, so I just took the opportunity of this visit to send the three treasures out.

As soon as he thought of this, Li Qingming told his mother of his life, and instructed the two disciples to cultivate all the way to the west. On the way, I passed by the place where the human race lived, and I deliberately scanned it with the original god.

Although the development of the human race has been quite large-scale, it is so worthless in Li Qingming's eyes. At this moment, Li Qingming is not only pleased that the human race can have the scale it has today, but also is entangled in the issue of ethnic differences.

After thinking about it for a long time, I had a headache, so I had no choice but to let go of this thought and continue to walk in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.