[Comprehensive Mythology] The daily life of raising children

Shaogong hugged Qin and looked at Nuwa, pursing his lips in displeasure.

The always quiet Nuwa was holding a red hydrangea with a grumpy face. If Changqin and Fuxi hadn't stood in the way, the two would have fought again.

Shaohe had just rushed back to Mount Buzhou from the Heavenly Court, and what he saw was such a scene, the corners of his mouth twitched, "What's wrong? What's the fight?"

Shaogong sneered, and mocked Nuwa, "That's why you think those short-lived clay dolls are cute, huh." What's there to keep in a group that treats everyone around them as monsters?

It's better to transform into the eternal Jiao Ming, carefree and carefree.

Nu Wa squeezed the red hydrangea, and sprayed it back without hesitation, "Just your Jiao Ming, who can only appear at night and is ignorant? You can't compare to a clay doll! A clay doll still calls me mother, your Can Jiao Ming do it? Can he do it?"

Shaogong chuckled, "Could it be that the clay doll will accompany you forever?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Shaohe quickly stopped him, "Okay, stop arguing."

She pressed her forehead with some headaches. She could understand Shaogong's repulsion of the human race, but it wouldn't directly kill their chance of appearing. And what the hell is that Jiao Ming?

Not to mention the group of strange zombie-like species she saw last time in Penglai!

Shaogong and Nuwa pursed their lips, snorted to each other and turned their heads away.

Nuwa pointed at the clay doll that had not finished pinching, but had its arm cut off, and complained to Shaohe aggrievedly, "Mother, Ouyang Shaogong broke my clay doll!"

Shaogong quibbled, "It's bad in the first place." After being stared at by Shaohe, he closed his mouth, tugged at the sleeve of Changqin next to him, and signaled with his eyes, "Hurry up and talk to me~"

Changqin twitched the corner of her mouth, and said helplessly, "It's really bad." Forget it, let's spoil my younger brother.

Fuxi, who is the sister-in-law, is not happy anymore. She rolled her eyes and blinded the nonsense Changqin, "Although Nuwa hasn't finished kneading it, it's still her painstaking efforts. Why is it broken? Sophistry!"

Seeing that the two sides started arguing again, Shaohe couldn't take it anymore, so he interrupted them with a wave of his big hand, and said in a cold voice, "It's still noisy! Go back and think about it behind closed doors!"

Shaohe followed Shaogong back to Sitong Palace, seeing him stubbornly standing aside and ignoring her, he looked at Changqin helplessly.

Changqin understood in seconds, "Master, I suddenly remembered that I was a little confused about cultivation, I'll go find Master Hongjun!"

Shaogong snorted coldly, and called out stiffly, "Master."

Shaohe stretched out his hand and pulled him to sit him down, "Are you still losing your temper? Are you trying to make the race extinct in advance?"

"Why do you keep this kind of short-lived race that doesn't know right from wrong? Is it an eyesore?" The ghost knows how annoyed he was when he knew that Nuwa started creating humans. Human race is full of hostility.

Shaohe twitched the corners of his mouth, and gently enlightened him, "Although there are people who don't know right from wrong in the human race, there are also kind and sincere people, right?"

Reaching out and gently lifting his hand, he pointed at his fingers, "Although the good and the bad are mixed, there are also some valuable things, isn't it? Just like your fingers, they are of different lengths. Could it be possible that you can cut them off and make them become Unity?"

"Although there is darkness in this world, there are also places of light."

Shaogong lowered his head and smiled softly, "Why does Master protect the human race so much?"

"Master obviously hates the human race too, doesn't he?" He remembered the complicated look in Shaohe's eyes when he heard about the human race. He obviously didn't like the human race very much, so why did he maintain it like this?

Shaohe put down his hand and remained silent. She really doesn't like the human race very much. They are greedy, cruel, selfish, etc. All ugly words can describe them, but at the same time they are also strong, gentle, kind, etc. All the beautiful Words can also describe them.

Humans are a very complex group.

"Human races in this world are different. They were born in mythology, and they will definitely embark on the journey of cultivation in the future." Shaohe stroked his hair, "The journey of cultivation is hard and unbearable, and you will find that the human race is actually not unbearable."

Shao Gong softened, closed his eyes slightly, "Then just listen to Master." I just hope it's really different.

After comforting Shao Gong, she went to Nuwa's side again.

Nuwa was holding the clay doll and complaining to Fuxi in aggrieved way, "Shaogong is too much qaq! He broke all my clay dolls!"

Fuxi hugged her and comforted her softly, "Don't be angry, just give the clay doll another arm, it's fine, it's fine."

As soon as the voice fell, the clay doll's arm slowly recovered under the red light. Shaohe walked in and put down the raised arm, "Are you all right?"

Nuwa put away the clay doll and ran over to hold her hand, "Why does Shaogong reject it so much?"

"Maybe it's because he doesn't get along with Shao Gong. Don't worry, he won't make trouble." She reached out and patted Huan's delicate hand on her arm to comfort her.

Nuwa nodded.

After appeasing both sides, Shaohe returned to the Water Flower Palace to retreat.

300 years later, Nv Wa created the human race and sanctified with immeasurable merits. The coercion of the saint shocked the prehistoric people.

Sanqing stopped teaching his disciples and looked towards Buzhou Mountain; even Jieyin and Zhunti from the west also looked there.

"My Nuwa suddenly felt that the creation of the human race is the Holy Mother of the human race."

The newborn human race was young and fragile. Hearing this, he knelt down and bowed again and again, saying, "Meet the Holy Mother!"

Nuwa smiled lightly and slightly raised her hand to help the human race up.

At this point, the human race was finally born.

Seven days later, Shaohe woke up from the retreat, poked out his spiritual consciousness to look outside, and went to Hongjun after a little thought.

"Xiaohong, the human race is out, and the Lich is about to start."

In recent years, the struggle between the Lich and the Witch has become more and more obvious. After all, the Witch Clan loves meat and not vegetarians, and those monsters are basically enlightened, regardless of whether it is a demon or not, the Witch Clan can still eat it.

Hongjun glanced at the prehistoric land indifferently. Those newborn human races left Buzhou Mountain to seek a life. They were caught by the Wu Clan. They were a little surprised when such a new race came. After killing them, they found that the meat was fresh and tender. homicide.

Seeing that the human race was created by Nuwa, the sage of their demon clan, the Yaozu inevitably took care of them a little bit, not to mention that they were also caught and eaten by the Wuzu, so there was a feeling of sympathy for each other.

The two clans of the Lich were already fighting endlessly, but now because of the human race, it is even more fuel, and it may explode one day.

"Why, what are you worried about?" Hongjun glanced at Shaohe.

She tilted her head slightly, "I feel that the fuse of the Lich clan has fallen on the sun star. Is it the ten little golden crows? Aren't they all far away from the prehistoric land?"

"But they are curious about the outside world."

After the words fell, a maddening and suffocating hot feeling came from outside, Shaohe and Hongjun looked at each other, and took a look through the water mirror.

"This is... ten days together?"

I saw ten suns neatly lined up on the prehistoric sky outside, which turned into a circle for a while, turned into a character for a while, and turned into a character for a while. In short, it looked like ten mentally retarded people.

Shaohe, Hongjun:  …

Did Di Junxi and you two teach the children like this?

The creatures on the prehistoric land were not as leisurely and thoughtful as the two of them. They were cooked by the heat radiated by the same ten days, and those with lower cultivation bases spontaneously ignited, and the human race died one after another because of their weakness.

Kuafu, the great witch of the Wu tribe, saw that many of his tribe members were spontaneously aroused, he got angry from the heart, picked up his crutches and ran out angrily, and sprayed wildly at the ten golden crows in the sky.

The ten little golden crows were too far away from him, and they could barely see someone below waving to them. They waved their wings happily, and Zhou Shengyang was very angry.

Kuafu was so angry that his head hurt, he saw them flying away and kept chasing them.

"Brother, is he playing with us?" The youngest golden crow watched the little man running after them, and waved its wings with great interest, "He is so stupid, how could he chase after them?" It's up to our Golden Crow!"

The boss looked down and was chasing them all the time, and waved his wings vigorously, "Go, we can't lose to him!"

Kuafu watched the ten little golden wouti fly faster and faster, he felt his throat getting dry and his legs getting heavier and heavier, and finally he fell down, his body and crutches turned into a peach forest.

Seeing that no one was chasing them, the ten little golden crows happily continued to circle Hong Huang, "Look, he lost!"

Soon the ten little golden crows flew to the west again, and the big Wu Dayi, who was close to the west, saw it and snorted coldly, "It's really beyond my control."

Using his accompanying divine bow, supplemented by divine arrows, he pulled the bow to its full capacity and shot. The divine arrow pierced through the body of a little golden crow without hesitation, golden red blood flowed out from the wound, and he fell powerless to fly.

"The third child!" The few remaining little golden crows were so angry!He flew towards Dayi, trying to burn him to death.

Dayi was not afraid at all, he took out three magical arrows, shot them out, and the arrows were all shot!

Another three little golden crows landed on the ground, and the remaining few little golden crows looked at each other slightly hesitantly, wanting to leave out of fear, but would Dayi agree?He held the remaining five magic arrows with his fingers, and five little golden crows fell down, leaving only the youngest one. He wanted to save his brothers, but was scolded by Brother Nine, "Little Ten! Go!"

Dayi looked regretfully at the little golden crow that escaped at last, and was about to retrieve his prey. He told his clansmen, "Today we will eat the golden crow! Hahahaha!"

The strange thing is that he didn't see the little Jinwu's body when he turned around.

What about the corpse?Do you still remember the few strands of red light left by Shaohe? It was a small teleportation link, and those two little golden crows were the teleportation gate.

Now those nine little golden crows are lying in the Shuihua Palace in Buzhou Mountain neatly and weakly.

"So it was you who saved them." Luo Hu stood beside Shaohe Hongjun, and poked the little golden crows curiously.

Shaohe glanced at him, reached out and took out the bell and shook it. Di Junxi and the two were exhausted and collapsed holding the only surviving little Golden Crow, with grief on their faces.

"Little Golden Crow is here, come and see them."

The couple were overjoyed and hurried to Buzhou Mountain.

She withdrew the bell, "Luo Hu, you really went too far this time."

Luo Hu curled his lips, he just went to Sun Star by chance, and after seeing the Little Golden Crow, he mentioned to them the situation of the Yaozu in the prehistoric age, and he would not take the blame for it.