This time, the emperor of the human race passed on the throne, and Fu Xi directly preached the mixed yuan. Such a big movement shocked all parties in the land of China.

The West Pole is a small North Hades.

In the huge Sun Palace, Kunpeng and Taiyi sat opposite each other, and the tea in front of them had long since turned into herbal tea, and the empty hall looked a little deserted.

"Bixia, it seems that the Three Emperors of Heaven, Earth and Man of the Human Race are not so simple!" Kunpeng, who had a gloomy face, looked at the tea cup in front of him steadily, his voice was cold, but the corners of his mouth showed a strange smile.

Taiyi pinched the Hetu Luoshu that had just flown back, and said coldly: "This person's emperor's merits actually let Fu Xi directly preach the Tao and mix the yuan, this is simply terrifying! You know, the Heavenly Dao has set the position of the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors. This is a total of eight human emperors, if every human emperor in the future can obtain such a huge amount of merit, then wouldn't the human race have eight saints?

"Bixia, you're wrong!" Kunpeng said after a long silence.

"Huh?" Taiyi looked at Kunpeng suspiciously, and said, "What's wrong?"

Kunpeng grinned an ugly smile and said, "Fu Xi preached, although it has some connection with his thousands of years of virtue. But don't forget. Standing behind him were the Taiqing Sage and Nuwa Niangniang! If it weren't for their protection, would you think it would have been able to gain such great merit?"

"Snort!" Kunpeng sneered and continued: "Not to mention the natural disaster in Dongsheng Shenzhou that year, it was the battle of the Yin and Yang Realm more than two hundred years ago, and the other races would have to be completely wiped out!

Taiyi's eyes lit up. He looked at Kunpeng and said, "You mean to say?"

Kunpeng nodded and said, "Bixia, if the future human emperor does not have the protection of the saint, with our shili, it is not to turn his hands into clouds and cover his hands for rain?"

Taiyi slammed it on the table, and shouted in a hearty voice, "yes, why didn't I think of it?"

But after that, he immediately sank his face and said, "But today's human emperor Shennong is a disciple of Qingmingzi Daoyou. But you can't do it!"

“bixia。 Three Emperors, I don't have to think about it. But the Five Emperors ......" Kunpeng glanced at Taiyi and said coldly.

Netherworld, a gathering place for the Witch Clan.

"Xingtian, what do you think of this human race?" A strong man with horns on his head. Standing in front of a clear waterhole. Pointing to Fuxi Dao, which exuded infinite coercion on the high platform.

Xingtian wiped the dry relatives in his hands, glanced at the big man, and said, "Chiyou." This human race respects Lord Qingming as the Holy Father, and thousands of years ago he was a brother and ally of my Wu Clan, what can I think!"

"This heaven and earth should have belonged to our Pangu bloodline!Human race, how can a mere acquired race be the lord of Huaxia?" Chi You's eyes shook, and his body exuded an infinite evil aura.

"Shut up!" Xiangtian was shocked, looked around nervously, and said: "Houtu Niangniang is also the Holy Mother of the Human Race, if you let Niangniang hear such a big rebellious word, you will be finished!"

"Hmph, is there something wrong with what I said?" Chi You snorted coldly and said, "Pangu Father God incarnated the desolate land with his body, and I, as the direct bloodline of my father, shouldn't we be in charge of the land of Huaxia for my father?"

Hearing this, Xing Tian shook his head helplessly, and said, "Since Father God has incarnated the land of the Flood Desolation, all the creatures derived from the Flood Desolation are naturally descendants of the Father God and are qualified to rule the land of China. Chi You, don't be obsessed anymore! After I promise, Tu Niangniang, I can't take the life of my mother, I can't take the life of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and I won't take half a step out of the Netherworld! Do you want to bring ruin to my Wu clan?"

"Hmph!" Chi You's face turned pale, and with a wave of his hand, he smashed the image in the waterhole to pieces, and left angrily.

Xingtian got up and was about to go after him. Suddenly, I only felt a flower in front of me, and a woman wearing a pink Luo skirt, full of dignified and holy air, without a trace of fireworks, appeared in front of her.

Xingtian was stunned for a moment, then knelt on the ground, and said, "Xingtian has seen Houtu Niangniang!"

That's right, the woman in the pink skirt who suddenly appeared was the Tu Niang Niang who followed Chengtian's example.

A faint sadness flowed out of Hou Tu's eyes, looking at Chi You's distant back, and said: "A fixed number, it's a fixed number!

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Since the succession of the human emperor Fuxi, the patriarch of the Lieshan tribe, Shennong, has become another human emperor after Feng Yan Fuxi, and he is honored as the emperor of the earth.

In the Pepsi year, under the leadership of Shennong, the human race gradually walked out of the primitive civilization of Rumao drinking blood. Leapfrogging to an agricultural civilization. He cultivated mulberry and pioneered and improved the cultivation of grains. From then on, the human race had abundant grains and herds of domestic animals, and there was no need to worry about fighting with the beasts in the wild.

Penglai Island in the East China Sea.

Li Qingming took Wangshu's little hand and strolled by the silent lotus pond.

Over the years, Li Qingming felt very sorry for Wangshu, since he got married, he has been running around for future plans, and he has never thought about Wangshu.

"Qingming, my mother will plant some new flowers and plants every day, and a few days ago I also sorted out a copy of "The Book of Chinese Herbs"!" Wang Shu tilted his head and looked at Li Qingming's side face, and suddenly smiled.

"That old guy Yang Mei is a willow spirit, except for flowers and trees, he doesn't care about anything else! Even, my mother was also taught bad by this old guy!" Li Qingming shrugged helplessly, and suddenly regretted letting Yang Mei be his mother's master.

"It's not so exaggerated!" Wangshu chuckled, took out a roll of cloth as thin as a cicada's wings, and said, "My mother asked me to hand over this volume of "Huaxia Baicao Jing" to you, saying that you can use it in the future!"

Li Qingming was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "I can use it, why am I using this?"

Suddenly, he frowned, thinking of Shennong, who had been forgotten by him for more than a hundred years. In the biography of the previous life, didn't Shennong taste a hundred herbs? Isn't this thing just applicable to Shennong?

The more he thought about it, the happier Li Qingming became, picked up Wangshu, kissed him fiercely on his beautiful face, and said, "Go, go find your mother!"

This is also a coincidence, although Shennong learned from his mother Guangchengzi's "Baicaolu" passed on to his mother, he has initially created a way of medicine. However, for some incurable diseases, it is difficult for him to prescribe medicine, and it is difficult to find the corresponding herbs for the symptoms. This also made many people unable to get treatment after getting sick, and had no choice but to die.

Shennong was once again in trouble.

"Although I have the cultivation of the realm of Daluo, I can catch the diseases of the clansmen at hand, but it is better to give them fish than to give them fish. I can't always sit in the clan to treat you, the human race will eventually have to rely on itself!" Shennong's brows tightened, almost twisted into a Sichuan character, and he thought hard in his heart but never thought of any countermeasures.

"Hey, it seems that I can only ask the master for help!" (to be continued......)