Chapter 13 The time has come

Time flies, and it has been a thousand years in an instant.

For monks in the world of famine, time is like cabbage on the roadside, which is available at any time, and what they lack most is time. Therefore, they have no concept of time at all for the passage of time. At this time, it has been thousands of years since Zhang Han passed, and the short peace has once again restored the bustling and noise of the flood world to the past because of the passage of time.

The contradiction between the two giants in the flood and famine, the witches and demons, is also becoming more and more fierce. There is nothing we can do. The witches and demons are destined to be natural sworn against. Again, the people take food as the heaven, and the witches do not cultivate the primordial spirit. Although they can persist for a period of time, the witches still have to eat. In addition, the witches are all huge in size and amazing food, so the requirements for things are relatively large, and the witches want to eat food. What should they do? You can only go hunting, but everyone knows that the demon clan evolved from the evolution of countless animals. You witch clan want to eat, you can, but if you eat all those animals, how can my demon clan continue to grow? Aren't you breaking the roots of my demon clan?

Therefore, when the witch kills animals, the demons often have to help. Even if they can't beat them, they have to stand next to them and say a few sarcastic words. How can those witches endure it? Sometimes, because some monsters produce intelligence earlier, and their families are still animals, the witches accidentally kill their family when hunting. How can they not make the spirit monster angry and not take revenge? But there are more people involved in this revenge. Everyone has friends. If you hit me, I've beaten it well. If I can't beat it, I will definitely find someone to help.

For a moment, the witch and the demon clan fell into it again. You killed me, I killed you, and the world was also chaotic again. Fortunately, whether it was the witch or the demon clan, they were just allowed to fight constantly, and the high-level people did not participate.

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No matter how chaotic the world is, and no matter how the witches and demons live and die, at this time, Zhang Han and Hou Tu are living like immortal couples on the Penglai Islands in the East China Sea. Since the wedding candle that day, Zhang Han took Hou Tu to say goodbye to Sanqing, and then he also took Hou Tu out for his honeymoon. He walked and stopped all the way. For thousands of years, he came to Penglai Island again and began their leisurely life.

On this day, Zhang Han held the fishing rod again and sat in the pavilion in the middle of the small lake on Penglai Island, working hard for the braised fish to be eaten today.

Looking at the fishing rod in his hand, Zhang Han couldn't help but feel aggrieved in his heart. At least he was a saint! Unexpectedly, I'm fishing here. It's okay to just fish. I still have to make braised fish for others. I'm so aggrieved! At this time, Zhang Han's heart was full of depression, and he couldn't help scolding himself: "I don't have to show off my cooking skills!" Come on, now I've become a full-time chef. I'm extremely aggrieved!"

However, when he was depressed, Zhang Han's movements did not slow down at all and continued to work hard for his wife's lunch.

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Just as Zhang Han was fishing on Penglai Island, on the foot of Wuzhou Mountain, in the cave of Fuxi and Nuwa, Nuwa, who had been closed and understanding the purple gas, suddenly opened her eyebrows and sighed. The cherry mouth also gently muttered, "Oh, begging for the way, the sea is vast, Wan Like the moon in the mirror, I have been closed for thousands of years, but I don't even have any thoughts! Where on earth is my way?..." After saying that, Nuwa sighed helplessly.

Since Zhang Han's last wedding, Nuwa has returned to Wuzhou Mountain, but she is closed to understand the Hongmeng purple spirit in the sea of knowledge, trying to understand the Hongmeng purple spirit, prove the mixed yuan as soon as possible, and achieve the position of a saint. However, it is a pity that time flies, and thousands of years have passed in a flash. After all, Nuwa's understanding is futile. The Hongmeng purple gas in the sea of knowledge did not even react at all, and ignored all the various means of Nuwa, which made Nuwa very depressed!

"Forget it, after so many years of isolation, there is no reaction at all. It seems that the opportunity has not come yet..."

She sighed and looked at the Hongmeng Ziqi in the sea of knowledge. Nuwa also felt that this was the reason why the time had not come, and she was not forced to understand it. She took off her skills and slightly stretched her delicate body, which was a little uncomfortable because she had been meditated for too long, before she went out.

"sister.. How's your retreat going...?"

As soon as Nuwa came out, she heard Fuxi's voice from a distance, and then Fuxi with a smile appeared in Nuwa's eyes.

"Alas.... The time has not come, and after all, I still can't understand Hongmeng Ziqi..." After listening to Fu Xi's question, Nuwa also sighed, shook it, and said slowly to Fu Xi.

"Sister, don't worry too much. You are the sanctified person appointed by Hongjun Daozu. You will definitely be sanctified,,,,, or you can go to Honghuang! Maybe you will gain something if you go down and walk!"

Seeing Nuwa sighing, Fuxi also meditated slightly. After comforting Nuwa, he looked at Nuwa's bad mood. After thinking about it, he suggested to Nuwa.

"Uh-huh."

Nuwa also felt that she had been in isolation for so long that she hadn't gone out for a good walk. Maybe as her brother really said, maybe she could feel something when she went out for a walk. So, after nodding to Fuxi, it turned into a streamer and flew to the land of the wilderness.

And Fuxi watched Nuwa turn into a streamer and disappear, and nodded with a smile. He turned around and continued to study his calculation. Just now, Fu Xi's words are not unsizable. You should know that Fu Xi is best at calculating, and he also creates these strange things such as gossip. It can be said that in the whole world, except for Hongjun, who is in line with the way of heaven, even if it is Zhang Han and the saints behind him, if he does not use the power of heaven, then In this direction of calculation, it is not necessarily Fuxi's opponent.

The suggestion that Fuxi gave to Nuwa just now was also put forward with some feelings. Although it involves the saint, Fuxi is not completely, but there is still a little feeling. Therefore, Fuxi suggested that Nuwa go to the world of flood and famine, because Fuxi felt that Nuwa's trip must be rewarding.

"Huh.. The fish is hooked..."

At the moment when Nuwa turned into a streamer and rushed to the flooded world, Zhang Han, who was far above Penglai Island in the East China Sea, also gave a soft voice, and his right hand holding the fishing rod was also a slight generation. Suddenly, a fish was hooked up. Looking at the fish in his hand, Zhang Han's eyes flashed complicatedly at this time, "Is it time..."

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At this time, in the world of famine, there is an extremely beautiful beauty, like a passer-by. Looking at the countless beautiful scenery of the world of famine, enjoying the vastness of the world of famine, and looking at the countless struggles of the creatures in the world, the beauty frowns.

Nuwa has been out for thousands of years. She has been walking and stopping all the way. She has seen a lot of things for a long time. Many fights, which are mostly contradictions between witches and demons. At first, Nuwa often took action to help the weak side because she couldn't bear it. But later, she saw too much and saw too much, and naturally she got used to it. Along the way was like It's like a passer-by, but it's just a glance, but it continues to walk forward.

As she walked, she returned to Buzhou Mountain again. Looking at the magnificent Buzhou Mountain, at this time, Nuwa had a sense of uncomment for no reason in her heart. "Thousands of years have passed, and her path is still extremely slim, and she is still a little progress... Where on earth is your own way?..." For a moment, Nuwa looked at the mountain, but fell into silence.