205, Qifengshan Nuwa

Fu Xi looked at Zhang Yang in a daze, unable to understand the meaning of Zhang Yang's words at all, how could he be jealous of his sister and not be ashamed? Why did jealousy become a normal reaction?

Zhang Yang looked at the stupid Fu Xi, and felt that this desolate person was really a little strange, but for the sake of Fu Xi revealing to himself that Nuwa had already preached the Tao and mixed the yuan, Zhang Yang still decided to explain to him in detail;

"Well, let me ask you, this monk also has feelings, right?"

Fu Xi nodded, expressing approval;

"Having feelings means being greedy and hateful, right?"

Fu Xi continued to nod yes;

"Greed and hatred mean that the monk will have greed, anger, and jealousy, and this is a normal reaction, every monk will have it, even the saint is no exception!" Zhang Yang's last sentence was categorical, but he really wanted to see how the Hongjun in the Zixiao Palace would react;

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun's eyes suddenly opened, his eyebrows trembled, and he closed his eyes again;

Qifeng Mountain Nuwa, the corners of the mouth of the Nine Secluded Land are all pulled, as if they have found something that interests them very much, Zhang Yang's words directly pulled out the saint, categorically, and evaluated the saint, regardless of whether there is other intention in their hearts, they are all disrespectful, they also want to see what Hongjun in Zixiao Palace should be, but the reality makes them a little disappointed;

Zhang Yang's heart was beating hard, and he didn't know why he was so bold at that time, daring to stroke the tiger whiskers of Hongjun boss, fortunately, the other party endured it, and Zhang Yang's heart settled down, but then, a burst of excitement struck, he knew that people's habitual surnames are very strong, and saints are also people, and if they can endure it this time, then as long as they don't exceed this standard next time, the saint will definitely be able to endure it;

At the foot of Zhou Mountain, the wind and waves were calm, and the only change was that although Fu Xi heard this sentence, he did not dare to agree, but he also understood that this was the normal reaction that any monk would have, this was the three poisons of monk's greed, hatred, and ignorance;

"Since it is a normal reaction, then when you saw your sister preaching the Tao Mixed Yuan, the moment you felt jealous, it can only show that your state of mind at that time was not enough, and the three poisons of greed, hatred and ignorance are still affecting you, other than that, there is nothing wrong with it; after all, you are just jealous, not jealous for a long time! What is there to be ashamed of?"

Fu Xi heard a confusion flashing in his eyes, and then, this confusion became more and more dissipated, and his eyes became clear, "Yes, I am just a moment of jealousy, I have been ashamed of this for so long, and I have paid the price for it, and I have been happy for my little sister since then, but I don't need to be like this now;"

Zhang Yang saw that Fu Xi's expression became much more indifferent, and he was also happy for him, after all, this guy is the boss of the human race, maybe when the time comes, he can handle the benefits?

"After this question, then your other question, you feel that you are less talented than your sister, and you feel a little ashamed to be the eldest brother, what is the reason for this? Isn't this uncomfortable for yourself?"

Zhang Yang has heard countless versions of this from later generations, and there are countless ways to crack it, which can be described as a set;

"Talent is a reliable thing, but sometimes it is very unreliable, for example, the Hongjun Saint of Zixiao Palace, do you want to say that his talent is better than all the monks in the Flood Wilderness? I don't think so!"

Zixiao Palace, Hongjun frowned when he heard this, he almost laughed when he was concerned about Nuwa and Houtu, they felt that this publicity was too interesting, and it was even more helpless, why did he always talk about Hongjun, why did you say that he had nothing to do to provoke the saint?

"However, Hongjun is the fastest person to become a saint, there must be a big factor in this is the acquired effort, for their own competition for the opportunity, this is what we need to learn, rather than envy the talent of others, it is better to let yourself work harder!"

Zhang Yang offended Hongjun a little in front, and this time he gently patted the other party on the back, of course, what he said here is the truth, Honghuang's original twelve-grade qualification is the peak, if you really want to say, on the contrary, Sanqing's talent is higher than Hongjun, but Hongjun is the fastest to become holy, which may be due to the creation of jade butterflies, but no matter what, it is also the opportunity and luck that Hongjun himself has won from;

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun finally showed a smile, but he didn't know that he had invisibly fallen into a flamboyant little scheme, and now this guy was very proud in his heart;

At the foot of Zhou Mountain, Zhang Yang's words were like a sledgehammer hitting the tip of Fu Xi's heart, and a feeling called "sudden realization" sounded in his heart, it turned out that he had been feeling sorry for himself all these years, and had been finding hardships for himself, and his sister may have been worried about himself, and his current situation was originally caused by himself;

It turned out that it should be like this, Fu Xi figured out this section, laughed, as if he wanted to exude all the emotions over the years, in the end, it was not enough, he picked up his Fu Xi qin, sat down, and played, its voice was high-pitched, its sound was loud, I don't know how far it spread;

Qi Fengshan, Nuwa breathed a sigh of relief, a little weird glanced at Zhang Yang, with a hint of gratitude hidden in it, she has long wondered how to explain the truth to Fu Xi, but now she can completely put her mind at ease, she knows, even if she explains the reason to Fu Xi in detail, Fu Xi will only give a smile, and she doesn't care;

Zhang Yang watched Fu Xi playing the piano arrogantly, and also knew that the other party needed to vent well, lying on the ground, looking at the starry sky from afar, but thinking about the matter of Nuwa in his heart, a mixed element, it seems that he has achieved a mixed yuan early;

Such a hidden **oss, in the later life, has played soy sauce a few times, creating people and mending the sky is a big event, which is enough to affect the entire trend of the flood, is this in the layout?

The three demons of Xuanyuan Tomb are to be discussed, not to mention for the time being, after playing soy sauce so many times, and then leaving in a dashing manner, without taking away a trace of clouds, the only small stone thrown out has become the famous monkey, is this intentional? How deep should this be hidden? It's too lonely, right? Could it be that she is pk with Hongjun?

Zhang Yang's thoughts didn't know how many miles he had flown away, and all kinds of questions began to emerge around Nuwa, asking himself but not answering, feeling that what was about to happen might be different from the legends he had heard, some worries, and some expectations, after all, he would personally participate in it, at least he could know the truth, right?

"What do you want?" a sudden question asked Zhang Yang;

"Think...... Ahem...... cough cough ...... "Zhang Yang is fortunate to hold back fast enough, otherwise the sentence "miss your sister!" is said, not to mention how Fuxi should react, then Nuwa is enough for Zhang Yang to escape;

"Do you know that such a sudden question is immoral, do you know?" Zhang Yang never thought that he had also used Fuxi's words like this before, and this would become an immoral thing when others used it on him;

Fu Xi looked at Zhang Yang strangely, and felt that Zhang Yang should be like this, and even he was a little envious of Zhang Yang's free and easy in his heart, such a strong contrast, he could say it so high-sounding, as if he hadn't done it at all;

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to sit in the poor Dao dojo?" Fu Xi didn't know whether it was right or wrong to invite Zhang Yang to Qifeng Mountain, he could endure Zhang Yang's weirdness, could his sister bear it?

"Of course, since they're all here, how can they not go, how many friends are there! Is Poor Dao that kind of person?" Zhang Yang also wanted to take the opportunity to meet Nuwa, lucky, maybe talk about it? Maybe he could do some way of creation?

Fu Xi smacked his lips, the words had already been spoken, and he couldn't regret it, so he had to take Zhang Yang to Zhou Shanxing, and along the way he was also thinking about how to explain to his sister, whether to secretly remind Zhang Yang? Maybe it was better to remind his sister?

There was nothing to say all the way, and when I came to a valley, with the Fuxi several tricks played, a strong breath of creation came to my face, and I stepped inside, in the valley, there was clearly a big mountain and river, and a nine-foot high stone tablet was erected at the foot of the mountain and river, and the book "Qifeng Mountain" was written!

Flood famine, but where there is a stone tablet to indicate the place, are the source of great blessings, but also the aura of the Xianjia Cave Mansion, this Qifeng Mountain is located on the Zhou Mountain, the aura is very strong, plus the cave itself has the effect of gathering spirits, here, compared to the Kunlun Mountain Sanqing Dojo, is not inferior, Kunlun Mountain Sanqing three people use, but here is basically only Nuwa one person, no wonder can achieve the mixed yuan early, the Tao of wealth and wealth, Nuwa all four, and they are all the top of the flood wilderness, the luck is strong, no less than Hongjun;

The breath of creation, but after Nuwa achieved the mixed yuan, the result of cultivation, here, now it is only suitable for Nuwa, Fuxi has his own way, for him, the innate aura, but it is better than the qi of creation;

"The breath of creation, the way of creation!" Zhang Yang muttered softly, the place of creation at the foot of Zhoushan Mountain, how is the creation fruit now?

"Are you thinking about the land of creation?" When Zhang Yang was stunned, Nuwa had already greeted Fuxi, and when the two met, they just smiled slightly, which was not silent;

"I've seen Nuwa Daoyou!" Zhang Yang smiled and bowed slightly, "I'm thinking that the well of Creation should be in the hands of Daoyou, right?"

"Creation of the well, but it is not the creation of the well, but the Qiankun Ding!" Nuwa has only been paying attention to Zhang Yang for a long time, and she also knows that this guy even dares to open the brush, and it is already very good for herself to be able to bow slightly;

"Qiankun Ding? I see, the innate treasure, it seems to be the innate for the day after tomorrow, right? Indeed, there is no way of creation, it is really difficult to urge! It should be owned by Taoist friends!" Zhang Yang had already guessed, but it was just to confirm;

"I see that you also cultivate the way of creation, but it's a little shallow!" Nuwa didn't continue the topic of Qiankun Ding, but pulled up the way of creation, but this is in line with the original intention of Zhang Yang, for Nuwa to say that his way of creation is shallow, he doesn't care at all, he also knows that for Nuwa, his own way of creation is really not the right way; )