[Honghuang] Is the way of heaven easy?

Fuxi actually has another name in the human race, but those who know the inside story often call him Fuxi, but after returning to the human tribe, Fuxi will still be called Taihao, from Fengshi.

Since the Feng clan was a small tribe under the banner of Emperor Yan, after it was included in the Lieshan clan, it almost concealed its name, but Fuxi's mother gave birth to such a strange son and still used the surname of Feng again, Feng Taihao , which is Fuxi's human name.

"Taihao, are you going to see the strange pattern on your chest again?"

Someone saw Fuxi coming back from the river, and greeted him with a smile. His popularity is not too bad, so he nodded and said with a smile, "I'm back."

"Taihao, this is what Emperor Yan asked me to send to you," Xing Tian strode over from not far away, holding a strange black object in his hand, his handsome eyebrows showed a manly demeanor, he swung his generous He patted Fuxi's shoulder with his palm, and after confirming his good physique, he immediately handed over the thing with eyes showing admiration, "It was sent by the leader of Dihong Tribe. I think it is fast wood, but Emperor Yan said that he is destined for you."

Fuxi has seen a lot of predestined things recently, especially everything related to Emperor Yan.In the myth of the human race that has been circulating for nearly a thousand years, Emperor Yan is like a saint in the flesh, turning the impossible into possible.So he respected Emperor Yan and was willing to obey his instructions.

"It looks like black jade but has the texture of wood. What is it?" Fuxi waved goodbye to Xingtian with what he got, walked into Emperor Yan's room, and told his heart like this virtuous man left in the world. puzzled.

Emperor Yan raised his eyelids, his white transparent skin and light gray eyes made him so clear that he couldn't see any dirt, his long black hair hung down to his ankles, he had never left this room in recent decades.

"This is the sycamore tree, the abode of the ancient Phoenix Emperor."

"The phoenix comprehends the sky and the earth, harmonizes with the five sounds, combines the nine virtues, does not eat unless it is bamboo, does not drink unless it is a sweet spring, and does not live in it unless it is a sycamore tree, but this thing must be different from ordinary sycamore trees." The Moshitong that the Panfeng fell."

Emperor Yan was satisfied with Fuxi's intelligence, so he didn't say much, and said bluntly: "It's the branch where Panfeng's left foot fell. You should think about it carefully, what should you do..."

"Do something……"

After Fuxi came out from Emperor Yan, he habitually came to that river bank, under the peach tree.

He looked up and saw that the petals of the peach blossoms had been blooming all the time, and they didn't seem to fall at all. With the breeze blowing, he could still enjoy the beauty of the peach blossom rain.

Fuxi's palm gently caressed the rough tree body, the texture of the bark rubbing against the palm made him stick his cheek to it as if fascinated, and murmured to himself with his eyes slightly closed.

"I don't know why, but I feel peaceful when I come here."

His heart calmed down, and he had an idea when he looked at the tangled plane tree. He first polished it, then carved the shape, and took the silk in the water to make the first qin in the world.

The body of the qin is three feet six inches and five minutes, the upper part is 360 five degrees, the back width is four inches, and the front width is eight inches. Water, fire, earth, five elements set the palace, Shangjiao, Zhengyu five tones.

His hands seemed to be manipulated by another person, and his body was no longer him. It was supposed to be something that the young people could not do, and the reason that they could not understand, but Fuxi did it easily and easily.

The moment Taihaoqin was born, there seemed to be some kind of line spectrum appearing in the prehistoric world, blending into all parts of the world, and now listening carefully, the chirping of birds is no longer chaotic and soundless, and the sound of vegetation is no longer invisible and qualityless.

'Music' really came out in the world.

Fuxi felt the broadness and charm of the music, which is the same as gossip in the heart. It is knowledge that affects all living beings. He urgently wanted to tell Emperor Yan what he had just experienced. In his eyes, Emperor Yan seemed to be his good teacher. .

But within two steps, Fuxi stopped...he turned back to look at the peach tree, walked to it inexplicably, and put down the piano.

"I always feel that it came because of you, and I always feel that it should belong to you."

"When I come back tomorrow, would you like to see me in real face?"

Of course, Fuxi didn't wait for the answer, but he knew that he would definitely see 'it' tomorrow.

As for who exactly is it?And look at the chaotic sky.

Today's Chaos Heaven is no longer the deserted one it was at the beginning. The saints have changed from three people to five people. The invisible Chaos and Pangu are arguing with each other.

Pangu scratched his hair, and joked: "I just said that the way Tiandao thinks is useful. Nuwa has already transformed herself. Should we join in the fun?"

"Nonsense! Nuwa has an intuitive causal relationship with the lower realm. Who are you and me? It won't be chaos in the world!" The response was naturally chaos. It will make the emotionless voice show some fluctuations.

Taichu keenly sensed the changes of chaos, but he didn't react much, his eyes lingered on Tiandao from beginning to end.

"Let me talk about chaos! You also mean to go down, otherwise it can't be 'us'!" Pan Gu deliberately emphasized on us. Over time, with the changes of the prehistoric, the appearance of the saint of power has also changed.

His body turned into the prehistoric land, his cultivation achieved prehistoric feng shui, and changes in the prehistoric will make him change.

Slowly, Hong Huang's current appearance is no longer that golden ratio bodybuilding figure, but a ponytail hanging down his waist, elegant and ruffian, a pair of black eyes shining brightly, full of vitality and frightening enthusiasm.

"Great Sage Pan Gu...don't tease Chaos anymore!" Yang Liu helplessly wiped away the Chaos aura that accidentally hurt her face, thinking why these two saints are so childish.

"Nuwa is going to get her wish." At this moment, Taichu said suddenly, his eyes fell on the woman who turned into a peach tree below, although her appearance changed, she could clearly distinguish her holy spirit.

Hearing Tai Chu's words, Pan Gu curled his lips, "Tsk tsk, what a hasty little girl, but after waiting for a few hundred years, she will run away impatiently."

Yang Liu smiled wryly: "After all, they are husband and wife, and they are always unwilling to separate."

"I didn't say that she was bad, I just said that she was impatient." Pan Gu shrugged.

"Heavenly Dao, we have to do something." Chaos spoke after Taichu, faintly surprised.

The three of them looked together, and found that Tiandao was sketching with an immature appearance, and part of the aura leaked out of it was captured by the three of them.

Yang Liu analyzed suspiciously, "The way of heaven is dissatisfied with the endless fate, do you want to reset reincarnation and set the rules?"

When Tai Chu glanced at him, the cold willow shivered.

At this moment, Pan Gu smoothed things over, "I think the Dao of Heaven may have discovered that if this continues, all the beings he guards will be destroyed..."

After all, it is Pangu, and after all, the founder of the Great Desolation, and he speaks out the mercy of heaven and earth.

"The benevolence of a woman." These words were naturally said by Tai Chu.

Pangu laughed, "I understand best, seeing the powerlessness of things that have worked so hard to protect will face equal destruction, Tiandao is probably also struggling now, because every time he makes a change, countless established fates will appear Before his eyes, remind him clearly how ridiculous what he has done."

"No matter what he does, it will be destroyed, the difference is only the length of time." Taichu said indifferently.

Pangu, who was the coolest in the past, is now like a weather-beaten elder, conniving at the nonsense of heaven.

Pangu smiled, "He didn't give up, did he?" Even though endless destruction reminded him every moment that everything he did was in vain, Tiandao's expression never wavered.

"A beginning with firm belief will also bring about a good ending," Pan Gu said slowly, "Trust him."

In the chaotic sky, the three of them were speechless by Pan Gu's words.

Yang Liu also disagreed at first, and after learning about the main body's intentions, he even felt naive, but when Pangu understood him and said that he believed in him, he felt his insignificance.

'Yang Liu, are you really satisfied with your position as a Daoist sage, and are you proud of your meritorious status? '

A rhetorical question, the impetuous atmosphere calmed down in an instant, the Lord of Vitality, the Lord of Hope chose to silently watch what the main body did, and gave him the hope that would always exist.

Taichu looked at Tiandao and had to admit that he was serious.

'Is this his way? '

'No, it's not. '

'But what is that? '

……

The original voice kept asking himself in his heart, defending his way, and stricting the concept of the way of heaven.

With such divergent opinions, the human race ushered in a new autumn.

After Emperor Yan learned that Fuxi had created music, he spread it among the clan. The cheerful and melodious sound turned into another tune. silence.

The charm of music has been a bridge to communicate with the soul from ancient times to the present, and the barren human race is more vibrant under the nourishment of the delicious "sound".

Such an energetic Lie Shan family made Emperor Yan smile, but he couldn't leave the house, because leaving would mean that his two brothers would come to find him.

Thinking of those two people, Yandi's deep brows and eyes were smudged with thick ink, which was the intersection of extreme emotion and extreme lightness, as if emerald green texture like bluestone.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from outside the house, and when the fur curtain was lifted, what Bai Ze saw was the casual appearance with a clear understanding of the world, and his light gray eyes looked at him kindly.

"White Pond."

"Emperor Yan, it's not that I want to break in, but that Emperor Hong sent people here, and they want to talk to you in person."

Emperor Yan pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Let them come in, by the way, Fuxi... Forget it, let him do what he should do, and I don't want to bother you." He spoke mysteriously, as if he knew everything, But there are many people who can't stand their curiosity.

Bai Ze is familiar with Xing Tian, ​​he is familiar with Emperor Yan, and he is naturally familiar with the young man named Shaohao but called Fuxi by Emperor Yan.

After he left Emperor Yan's room, he quietly found Fuxi's place. He hid in the bushes and raised his head. After seeing clearly who Fuxi was with with his blue eyes, he gasped.

"Female, female..."