Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

Qinglian didn't know at this time that her disciple had followed her here. Even because her true spirit was asleep, she didn't even know that he was her only disciple.

The little girl in a green dress has delicate eyebrows and eyes, and there is a sense of coldness between her eyebrows that does not match her age. Her eyes are lively and full of beauty.

Qinglian squatted down, his eyes wandering among the flowers and plants in front of him, then his eyes brightened slightly and stopped on a plant at the edge.

"Hey, little girl, which one did you take a fancy to today?"

The stall owner was a middle-aged woman, who asked when she saw this.

She was quite familiar with Qinglian because she was a frequent visitor.

This is a market area mainly populated by practitioners. There are not many ordinary people living here. Naturally, what she trades are not ordinary plants and trees, but cultivated spiritual herbs.

In recent days, the customers who bought the most spiritual herbs from her were a young girl in green and the little girl in front of her. She wondered if these two people who looked like siblings were apprentices of the alchemist.

She was unsure about the aura of the young man, but it was easy to detect the cultivation level of the little girl in front of her. She had just embarked on the path of cultivation and could be considered a cultivator.

The little girl was cute and was an important customer, so the woman's words became much softer.

Qinglian stared at the flowers about a foot high at the edge. Qingxuan did not teach her how to make pills or anything like that, so unlike what the woman thought, these elixirs in her eyes were actually bought by Qingxuan as ordinary flowers and plants to be planted in the yard as decorations.

Therefore, when Qinglian looked at these spiritual herbs, he simply chose those with good-looking flower buds.

"green......"

Qinglian turned her head habitually to look beside her, but there was no familiar figure beside her, which made her puff out her cheeks.

Seeing this, the woman smiled and asked, "Didn't your brother come today?"

This market is not small, but not that big either. Qingxuan had been strolling around with Qinglian all day.

Both of them have outstanding looks and temperament, which easily leaves an impression on people.

As Qingxuan had visited this place several times, the woman was no stranger to the two siblings.

She could see that the young man in blue doted on his younger sister and it was rare to see one of them alone.

Qinglian's delicate eyebrows slightly frowned, and she muttered subconsciously: "Not my brother!"

Although Qingxuan claimed to be her brother and was older than her, everyone thought he was her brother. That kind of natural closeness could not be faked, and she felt at ease with him by her side.

But for some reason, Qingnian Bao felt that it was not right and that Qingxuan should not be her brother. No matter what, she refused to call Qingxuan brother.

And every time Qingxuan asked her to call him brother with a smile, she got angry and felt that Qingxuan deserved a beating.

She didn't know where this feeling came from, and she didn't know why Qingxuan, who really looked like her brother, shouldn't be her brother.

If he wasn't her brother, then what was he? Qinglian couldn't figure it out. She would never call Qingxuan that anyway.

The woman blinked her eyes. Were the two siblings quarreling? It didn't seem like that. She just thought it was just a little girl throwing a tantrum and didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing the spiritual medicine that Qinglian was staring at, he pointed at it with a smile and said, "Do you like it?"

Qinglian hesitated, then nodded. This kind of flower is very beautiful and there is no such flower in the yard. Qingxuan likes to grow flowers very much, so she can take it back to him.

"The quality of this spiritual medicine is very ordinary, its spirituality is thin, and its grade is not high. It can only be used to refine the most common foundation-building stage elixir. If you like it, I will give it to you."

Qinglian didn't listen to what she said about the average quality. As long as it looked good, it was fine. Qingxuan was not going to be used to make pills anyway.

"I'll buy."

Qinglian shook her head, refusing the woman's gift, and said in a firm tone.

As he spoke, he took out some pills from his body.

Transactions between monks were mostly based on barter, and later some common elixirs became general equivalents, serving as currency.

This is a natural progression for the rise of trading.

Monks use elixirs as currency, and ordinary people also have their own currency for transactions. It is said that it appeared during the time of previous generations of human emperors and was originally evolved from shells.

Seeing this, the woman smiled and nodded, then handed over the elixir.

"Be careful, don't fall."

Qinglian held a flower-shaped elixir and looked up at the sun rising high in the sky. It was almost time to go back.

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It is a lifeless place where darkness is the eternal tune. This is the underworld, now also known as the underworld, the hell, where the souls of all living beings return and the place of reincarnation.

Compared to the time when the underworld was first established, the underworld now shows a somewhat orderly sense. After such a long time, the souls of all living beings that wandered here in the past have all been able to enter reincarnation, and life and death are in order.

Among them, the Wu people contributed a lot of hard work.

In addition to the Wu clan, the Shura clan, a special clan created by the innate sacred ancestor of the Styx who imitated Nuwa in creating humans, also played a huge role.

Among the six paths of reincarnation, one is named Shura. The ancestor of the Styx is the master of this path, and the benefits he has gained from it are immeasurable.

However, after the underworld stabilized and a solid order was established, the Wu and Shura tribes finally no longer had to do hard labor and recruited a large number of ghost messengers to replace their jobs.

They only take action against those vicious and evil ghosts that the ghost officials are unable to deal with.

The Shura clan is very similar to the Wu clan in some ways, that is, they have excess energy and cannot sit still.

Even more extreme than the Wu clan. After all, in addition to fighting and hunting, the Wu clan also likes to eat.

The Shuras are different; they are more single-minded and have a special liking for fighting.

Unfortunately, there aren't many people in the underworld who can fight against them, and most of the time they're fighting among themselves, never stopping.

The Styx Patriarch was quite troubled by this. Although he cultivated the way of killing, was he aggressive? Well, a little.

But in general, Minghe felt that he was a stable innate god, and he only liked killing but not fighting. Among the innate gods, Taiyi should be the most combative.

Why do the Shura clan that I created look the same as those guys in the Wu clan?

It is obvious that the human race created by Nuwa all seem to be very smart, and their minds are even more divine than those of the innate gods.

At the bottom of the blood sea whose area had been reduced, in the blood-colored palace, Minghe, who was dressed in a blood-colored Taoist robe, opened his eyes, looked in a certain direction, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Huh? There is actually such a strange beast in the sea of ​​blood? I have never noticed it before? Weird, let me do the math."

As he spoke, Minghe raised his hand to calculate the destiny, but his brows were furrowed more and more, and there was hesitation in his expression.

"Such a small thing is actually involved in the cause and effect of a saint? It seems that there is more than one? How could it be? Well, it has nothing to do with me, the ancestor, I know nothing!"

As he said this, Minghe closed his eyes. He knew very well that curiosity killed the god.

He discovered that his deductions of the secrets of heaven had been obstructed, and he knew that a saint was involved. Only such a cause and effect secret could prevent him from prying into it.

And this was just an intuition. He didn't even know which saint was involved. He only had a vague feeling.

But he didn't dare to delve into it further. He did have Hou Tu as his backer. After all, he was from the underworld.

Moreover, in this underworld, there is the authority of the master of one of the six paths. He is no different from a saint, or it can be said that he has the hope of becoming a saint.

But if he rashly got involved in the inexplicable cause and effect involving more than one saint, the gains would outweigh the losses. It was not in line with his prudence and there was no benefit.

On the edge of the blood sea, a group of powerful Shura clan members were struggling here, but they found nothing and returned in disappointment.

A black mosquito with blood wings appeared from the void, took a look at the departing Shura clan warrior, turned around and flew out of the sea of ​​blood, and disappeared in an instant.