The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

On Qingluan Peak.

Yun Tianhe and Liu Mengli watched Changhong leave from a distance, their expressions were different, Liu Mengli looked scared after the rest of his life, but Yun Tianhe looked calm.

"Tianhe, do you have anything to say?" Liu Mengli asked gently from the side.

Yun Tianhe shook his head and said, "No..."

"After Ziying knew that Xuan Xiao was out of trouble, didn't he say anything?" Liu Mengli asked with doubts in her tone. In Liu Mengli's heart, Murong Ziying was definitely not the kind of person who would let Xuan Xiao escape from the vortex of the East China Sea.

"When Ziying knew that her eldest brother was out of trouble, she took action to search around, but the result may not be as expected!" Yun Tianhe said with a little melancholy.

"Oh, that's fine, fortunately Xuan Xiao doesn't seem to care about the past!" Liu Mengli said worriedly: "Otherwise he just made a move, I really don't know how to deal with it, but we have nothing to do with him anymore!"

Yun Tianhe and Liu Mengli looked into the distance and both of them were silent in place.

On a peak hundreds of miles away from Qingluan Peak, Meng Jing, wearing a robe, stood on top of an evergreen pine, looking in the direction of Qingluan Peak.

"It seems that Murong Ziying didn't tell Yun Tianhe and the others about Han Lingsha."

Meng Jing originally thought that he would have conflicts with Yun Tianhe and others because of this matter, but he really didn't expect that Murong Ziying didn't reveal that he imprisoned Han Lingsha. Was this protecting them?Or simply keep them out of it?
Meng Jing pondered for a moment, thinking, this is also good.

Thinking of this, Meng Jing glanced at Han Lingsha's corpse in the earthen tomb of Qingluan Peak, then at Houyi's bow, and then disappeared in a wisp of green smoke.

……

months later.

The capital of Nanzhao Kingdom. (This is a country in the world of Immortal Sword, so don't take historical checkmarks into account.)
Almost all the people living in Nanzhao are Miao people. According to legend, the ancestor of the Miao people is the ancient god Nuwa, so the Miao people have worshiped Nuwa for generations.

Because the Central Plains people respect Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan as the Three Emperors, and because the Miao people's tradition of enshrining gods is somewhat different from the Central Plains culture, the Miao people are disliked by the Central Plains people, and even rejected by many sects of cultivating immortals.

Now the Tang Dynasty is falling apart, the Central Plains is in full swing, and the people are in dire straits. At this moment, the Nanzhao Kingdom is full of peace and comfort.

Lantern Festival is a very popular festival among Miao people in Nanzhao Kingdom.

Vendors on both sides of the streets in the capital of Nanzhao are selling all kinds of strange masks, and countless lights have lit up this ancient city where people come and go and the crowds are dense.

Human fireworks are rising in this ancient city.

The annual Lantern Festival is held in the capital. The people in the capital of Nanzhao Kingdom, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers, show their simplicity. The river is filled with lanterns, and the lights are filled with the wishes and blessings of countless tourists and poets.

At this time, there was a lot of people, and on the street shoulder to shoulder, a young girl from Miaojiang and a beautiful woman who still had a charm were walking on the street. The four sides showed curiosity.

"Holy aunt, it's so lively! I've never been to a place with so many people since I was a child!" The girl said excitedly, looking around while speaking.

"Holy Aunt, you used to say how majestic the capital city of the Central Plains is!" The purple-clothed girl looked around the inns and shops lined up on both sides of the street, and couldn't help saying, "I think our Nanzhao Kingdom should not be much different!"

"The Central Plains is the place where outstanding people gather. Our Nanzhao is just a small country on the border. If you have a chance, the holy lady will take you to see the metropolis there!" The holy lady said with a smile.

"Really! Don't go back on your word!" The girl in purple said in surprise when she heard the words.

"Zixuan, be careful, you've already passed the coming-of-age ceremony, how decent is it to walk and dance!" the beautiful lady shouted with a hint of doting in her eyes.

"Oh, it's so hard to come out! I'm almost suffocated to death in the tribe!" The girl Zixuan stuck out her tongue at the holy aunt, her eyes were extremely agile, and her tone was playful.

"Hey, be careful, there are too many people here, don't get separated from me!" The aunt shook her head helplessly.

"it is good!"

"Holy aunt, look at the many beautiful masks here!" Zixuan trotted to a small stall, her big eyes kept looking at the masks hanging on the wooden stand, there were many kinds of masks.

"Miss, you have a good eye! This mask is small. It was just made in the past few days. The materials are all the best and the latest. Looking at the cat girl mask, don't the ears look very textured! Miss, do you want to buy one? Maybe You can show it to your husband! I still have catgirl clothes here!" Seeing that Zixuan was interested, the street vendor immediately sold them on the sidelines.

Zi Xuan bulged her dimples and stared at the cat girl's mask with wide eyes, and said, "No!"

"Miss, this cat girl mask is really pretty!"

"It feels a bit evil, as if it has a special meaning!" Zi Xuan said from the side with a look of disgust.

The merchant's expression froze.

"I like this!" Zixuan shouted suddenly, pointing to a very cute rabbit-shaped mask. The vendor was overjoyed and quickly took off the mask and handed it to Zixuan. His eyes were bent into a crescent shape, and he ran to the side with a smile.

……

The girl Zixuan and Shenggu wandered along the streets of the capital of Nanzhao, until they came to a round platform, and saw someone on the round platform narrating the myths of the Miao people, and there were many audiences sitting around the round platform.

These viewers, Zixuan, found that there were many Han Chinese from the Central Plains, which made Zixuan very happy, so Zixuan and Shenggu sat down and listened carefully, but Zixuan found that few people told the story of Nuwa, so she ignored it. The holy aunt stopped her from coming to the stage to share the legend and myth of Nuwa.

When everyone in the audience saw an energetic young girl coming forward to tell a story, they immediately applauded like a sea of ​​applause.

"Everything in the world has its source. Everyone knows that creatures must have parents when they are born. Do you know how we human beings came to be? Who are our human parents?" Zixuan said softly while standing on the stage.

"Little girl, tell me how we human beings came here!"

"We human beings can appear on the earth, and this credit is still due to our Miao god, Nuwa Empress!"

"Oh?" the Central Plains people asked curiously: "Could it be that we humans or your Miao Nuwa were born?"

"Hey, you guessed it right! We are all descendants of Nuwa!" Zixuan said excitedly, without the slightest stage fright, even in front of many audiences.

Standing under the round platform, the holy lady saw the smile on Zixuan's face, she couldn't help showing a smile and shook her head helplessly, then she found a seat and sat down to listen to Zixuan's narration above.

Suddenly the saint frowned slightly, and she found a man with a long breath looking at Zixuan under the round platform. The man was wearing a long robe, with a very slender and tall figure, and his long hair like a waterfall fell behind his shoulders.

"In ancient times, there was only one man and one woman between the heaven and the earth. The man's name was Fuxi, and the woman's name was Nuwa!" Zixuan said on the top, and with the embellishment of her words, the audience below were also shocked. Did not interrupt midway.

"But... it's too lonely for two people to live in a lonely land without friends!" Zixuan said.

"In the end, the two of them prayed to God, hoping that God would give them more friends of the same kind... Asking if they could combine to give birth to more human beings, if so, let the clouds in the sky merge into one... Finally, the clouds in the sky merged Two became one, and finally, Fuxi and Nuwa got married and had children...and we humans are their offspring." Zixuan said from above.

"Then girl, how did Fuxi and Nuwa come here?" someone asked.

"..." Zixuan's face froze, and she said softly, "This... I don't know."

"Haha, girls, your Miao people's myths and stories are too simple and worthless. I think we humans stand out from monkeys! At the beginning, I discovered that flames can eat cooked food, and then my wisdom gradually improved, and only then did our human race emerge." Tribes, even dynasties!" someone said.

Zixuan was taken aback when she heard the words and said, "Monkey?"

"Haha!" The onlookers also watched the excitement, and couldn't help laughing when they heard such a strange conclusion.

Zixuan was stunned when she stood on the stage, but a young man in the audience said in a young voice: "Thank you for telling the myth of the Miao people. Today is an eye-opener for me."

The young man is handsome and has an elegant demeanor. He looks like a Taoist priest dressed in clothes.

"Thank you, son!" Zixuan thanked happily, and couldn't help but look at the other party more, and found that the other party was handsome, and her temperament was even better, so she couldn't help feeling fond of him.

Just when Zixuan was about to leave the stage, a voice suddenly came from under the round platform.

"Girl said that human beings originated from the union of Fuxi and Nuwa?" Meng Jing said while standing in it.

Meng Jing's question made the holy lady a little wary. Among the crowd, she was the only one who gave her a feeling of palpitations, and she couldn't see through it. With a thousand years of cultivation, and having assisted many generations of Nuwa descendants on the way, his cultivation is considered to be the top of the world.

The existence she can't see through must be the existence of immortals, gods, demons and the like.

But the aura of the person in front of her is obviously a mortal, so why does it make her feel alert?

"Yes!" Zi Xuan nodded and said, "Our Miao people's myths and stories are like this... although you Central Plains people may not agree with it." , some cultivators in the Central Plains do not recognize Nuwa, and think that Nuwa is a demon or something.

"Of course I agree, but what I think is slightly different from what the girl knows." Meng Jing said.

"Oh?" Zi Xuan looked at Meng Jing curiously.

"In the ancient times, human beings were fabricated by Nuwa by mixing water and soil!" Meng Jing said: "It was not born by combining with Fuxi's yin and yang!"

Zixuan frowned after hearing the words and said: "Using soil and water? This feels very unreliable. After all, how can water and soil become flesh and blood?"

Meng Jing said: "Because Nuwa, as an innate deity directly related to Pangu, possesses the spirit of creation, her spiritual power is accompanied by the breath of life, which can give life to dead things..."

Zixuan was very surprised when she heard this, and suddenly she felt that what Meng Jing said had a sense of truth, because the aura on her body was full of vitality.

"Except for the ghosts after death, all things in the world were created by the ancient gods in ancient times!" Meng Jing said: "The Fuxi god that the girl mentioned is the head of today's gods, or the father of the gods!"

Zixuan's eyes lit up and asked: "What about the monster race? Do you know?"

"Monster race?" Meng Jing smiled, showing a pair of eyes that seemed to see through Zixuan's heart. As a descendant of Nuwa, Zixuan has the form of a human head and a snake body, and she lives in a gathering place of human races. I feel that I am a different kind, not a descendant of the divine Nuwa.

"The monster race naturally has its source, and this source is the God of Shennong. At the beginning, the God of Shennong created the beast race with plants, trees, earth and rocks, and the monster race came from the beast race. The reason why the monsters are monsters is because they have magical powers that ordinary people cannot understand. A power that ordinary people can't understand." Meng Jing said.

Zixuan's eyes flashed a little after hearing this.

"Brother, are you saying that God Shen Nong is the one who founded the Beast Race? He is also the source of the Monster Race?" The young man frowned and said, "Could it be that God Shen Nong's crime is that some monsters are rampant in the world now?"

Meng Jing turned her head to look at the other party, and saw that the other party was dressed like a Taoist priest from the Central Plains, so she knew what the other party was going to say.

Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan are immeasurable gods of Taoism in the fairy sword world, and they are the beliefs of the human race. Wouldn't it be ironic for them if Shennong was the source of the monster race?

"I don't agree with your Excellency that God Shen Nong is the source of the monster race. After all, God God Shen Nong tasted all kinds of herbs in the past and tried medicines with his own body. How could such a kind heart be the source of treacherous and vicious monsters who do all kinds of evil?" the young man said.

Meng Jing glanced at the other party and did not speak.

Unless Shennong himself admits such an ancient thing after Pangu created the world, don't even think about convincing others with your mouth alone.

Some places even believe that the world was created by Fuxi, and the demon race was created by Nuwa.

"I'm just talking! It's your business if you disagree!" Meng Jing stood up and said, "But I'm just stating something!"

The young man still wanted to say a few words but he didn't say anything, and then he just said goodbye softly and left.

This is Zixuan walking up to Meng Jing, looking at Meng Jing curiously and asking: "I think what you said is pretty good, in fact, I also think it is too unusual for Fuxi and Nuwa to give birth to human beings. It doesn't fit their status as gods at all!"

Meng Jing looked at the masked girl in front of her.

"It's good for a girl to agree!"

"My name is Zixuan, from Nanzhao, do you think your attire is from the Central Plains?" Zixuan asked.

"Yes, my name is Meng Jing, a descendant of Kunlun Mountain!" Meng Jing said with a smile.

"Kunlun Mountain!" Zixuan couldn't help exclaiming: "The ancestor of Wanshan? Wow, you came from there! I remember that it is tens of thousands of miles away from Nanzhao! Are you here to run a business?"

Meng Jing looked at Zixuan, who was still a pure and carefree girl, and wondered in her heart whether the Water Spirit Orb was in her hands. Thinking of this, Meng Jing couldn't help but glance at the holy lady who had been watching him not far away. .