Chapter 855 The future of humanity

Then, Murong Ji chose a place and began to listen to Xuan Du’s Taoist teachings.

I used Taiqing Laozi's Golden Elixir Dao to verify my own Golden Elixir Method, learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and I gained something.

After a preaching session, Xuan Du and Murong Ji got together.

After asking someone to get some food, the two of them hid in the hut and talked about what had happened over the past ten years.

From how Xuandu led his men to the foot of Shouyang Mountain, to how Murong Ji was living a hard life on Fengqi Mountain, they complained to each other and comforted each other.

After talking for a while, the two of them suddenly fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Then, Murong Ji asked a question, "How did you come to Shouyang Mountain?"

Xuan Du was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. His face changed and he said slowly, "I am also surprised. The distance from Zhoushan to here is extremely far. With the strength of the human race at that time, it would take a lifetime to reach here."

"But it just took us three months to get here."

Murong Ji remained silent, but was wondering in his heart which great man could help him. There were quite a few people in the ancient times who were proficient in deducing the Book of Changes, but Fuxi was the best.

Suddenly, he felt that this was Fuxi's doing. He had no reason to feel this, but he was very sure of it. At first glance, Fuxi had a loyal and honest face.

But if anyone thinks that Fuxi is honest and easy to bully, he will die without knowing how he did it.

How powerful Fuxi is? In Zixiao Palace, he was able to secure a place for his sister, which was the position closest to Hongjun, which shows his strength.

Next is the innate gourd on Mount Buzhou. The fact that the brother and sister were able to keep one when so many people were fighting for it shows how powerful Nuwa and Fuxi were.

It would be a fool to believe that he is an honest man.

Murong Ji thought about it carefully and felt more and more that the person who made the move was Fuxi. This guy might have already been making plans for what will happen after the Lich Catastrophe.

Did they foresee the defeat of the Lich and the Wizard? Did they plan ahead? The human race was created by Nuwa. Once the Lich and Wizard were defeated, it would benefit other races. So it would be better to support the human race.

[In this case, he is truly worthy of being called the Emperor of the Human Race, Fuxi! ]

Calm your mind, this matter still needs to be verified. If Fuxi takes action, he will definitely lead the other two human tribes away, find a place to settle down, and let the human race grow and develop.

"I followed Master's instructions and found Shi Liuli and others..."

Murong Ji was stunned, looking at Xuan Du, listening to him carefully.

"Master Liuli led the tribe to the West, and now he has become a disciple of the two saints Jie Yin and Zhunti, and is the founding disciple."

Murong Ji was shocked and his face was a little interesting. He hadn't heard that the chief disciple of the Western Religion was a congenital human? ! !
"Fenghua Fengxu established a kingdom in Dongfang Lei Ze, which is better developed than ours. There are abundant resources there. Although there were some large monsters invading, they solved the problem by taking advantage of the terrain."

"Xuan Nu worshipped in West Kunlun Mountain and became the disciple of the Queen Mother of the West. And Yao Ji, although she is not the disciple of the Queen Mother of the West, but... it's hard to say, her status in West Kunlun Mountain is not low."

Murong Ji nodded, feeling much more at ease. It was indeed a happy event that there was news coming from several human tribes.

In the current situation, as long as the human race develops steadily and improves its strength, with the replenishment of combat power at the middle and high levels, it will have enough confidence to go to war with other ethnic groups in the future.

Murong Ji came back to his senses and told Xuan Du about his guess and Fuxi's plan. The two were silent for a moment and pretended that nothing had happened.

The conversation became lively again and they discussed the future development of the human race. Murong Ji felt that it was better for them to develop together. Murong Ji could refine elixirs and magic weapons, which could greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of the human race.

It can also train a large number of elites for the human race. The strength of a race is not just about the top combat power, but the overall strength.

Murong Ji left a communication ring for future contact. The rest of the time, they verified each other's Dao Fruit.

Murong Ji has a lot of ideas, and it is not a problem for him to help Xuan Du find his own way.

After Xuan Du found his own way, he went into seclusion.

Murong Ji lived here for more than a year, leading the clan to establish systems, set human ethics, determine development directions, and so on.

After things were sorted out, he delegated power to Suiren, who focused on teaching the younger generation who had just started practicing.

After breaking through to the Xuandu realm, he was still excited and went to Shouyang Mountain. After coming back, he continued to practice in seclusion, and even left the matter of preaching to Murong Ji.

Just after noon, Murong Ji looked at the sky. The scorching sun was shining on the earth, making people feel irritated by the heat. Then he waved his hand, signaling the human youths gathered under the sun to disperse.

He sat alone under the shade of a tree, took out a piece of bread, and ate it slowly with the pickled meat of an unknown animal.

When I turned around, I saw an old man walking towards me not far away. The old man was wearing animal skin clothes, his body was hunched, and he walked towards me tremblingly, staggering every two steps.

Murong Ji was afraid that he would fall flat on his face, so he used all his strength to support his body and prevent him from falling.

The innate human race and the first batch of acquired human race began to age. These people's cultivation had reached the end, and their lifespans had also reached the end. What else could they do? Bury them.

The old man sat down beside Murong Ji, trembling, without saying a word, as if he had come out to bask in the sun. Murong Ji handed him a piece of dry food, and then a piece of pickled meat. He also shared half of the water he had prepared with him.

These old people have had a hard life and have never had a good time.

The old man looked at him in surprise, then stared at the pancake in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

"Eat it, I made it myself, it tastes good, try it."

Murong Ji said this casually, and suddenly, he subconsciously felt something was wrong. He turned his head and looked at the old man, but he didn't find anything unusual, but...

He subconsciously felt that he was not simple. After opening his eyes, he still found nothing unusual. Murong Ji believed in his feelings.

He frowned slightly and no longer paid attention to the old man's cultivation level. Instead, he looked at the old man's Taoist aura through his pale eyes.

The so-called weather is a way of expressing one's face. A person's face is like the face of the sky, which is ever-changing. In the Zhu Xian world, he used formations to prove his truth, and he had to rely on the power of heaven and earth.

Some rules were naturally summarized.

Looking at the old man's aura, he is like a shining sun, with extremely rich merits and luck. A golden wheel of luck appears behind his head, and the laws of Tao are pervasive.

This was not as ordinary as he saw.

【Taiqing Laozi, the Supreme Lord of Morality! 】

Murong Ji was shocked in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface and slowly exhaled a breath of foul air. Among the Three Pure Ones, this person had the most solid foundation.

If there is anyone who can fight with Hongjun, it is only him.

Among the saints, Nuwa had the most profound blessings and was born in Zhoushan! Before Zhoushan was broken, it was the first mountain in the prehistoric world, and Kunlun was ranked behind it.

Among the innate divine beings, is there anyone who was born on the hillside of Mount Zhou?
Taiqing Laozi is the most unfathomable. He was the one who founded a religion and achieved enlightenment. In the past, Murong Ji thought that Nuwa was the most holy woman of the human race, but now that he has met her, he is a little hesitant.

Murong Ji subconsciously felt that the person in front of him was the true saint of humanity.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, thinking about something in his mind. Seeing Taiqing Laozi staring at the pancake in front of him in a daze, he handed the pancake to him.

"Try it."

Taiqing Laozi was stunned, glanced at Murong Ji, and then took it silently.

He looked at the dry food and fist-sized pickled meat in his hand, and was a little curious. He was a pure cultivator in the world, eating clouds and air. He had never eaten this kind of acquired human food.

Originally living among humans, seeing how hard their lives were, there was no need for them to fight for a bite of food.

Just as he took a bite of dry food, he suddenly saw the wooden barrel that Murong Ji had placed in front of him. The barrel was as high as a palm and could be held in one hand. It could also be called a cup.

There was some hot water inside. He turned his head and looked at Murong Ji. Murong Ji was sitting on the ground without any image, eating pickled meat with dry food, and eating slowly along with the water.

Taiqing Laozi imitated Murong Ji's actions, took a bite of dry food, then took a bite of meat, the taste spread in his mouth, it was really novel.

I couldn't help but nodded: "Well, it tastes good."

Then, his attention fell on the bread in his hand, and he asked in confusion, "Is this food made from the seeds of that weed?"

"Well, it was originally dogtail grass." Murong Ji pointed to the weeds next to him. The grass seeds on it were not obvious, and one could vaguely see the grass seeds mixed in the fur.

Taiqing Laozi looked at the bread in his hand, then at the weeds, and then looked towards the endless cultivated fields.

"I modified the weeds, and the humans can live on them, which is not bad. We can also use meat to improve their lives, and they can barely survive."

Taiqing Laozi nodded, and the old man and the young man sat under the tree and ate dry food and meat in silence.

Watching Taiqing Laozi eat up the piece of meat and the bread, Murong Ji slightly raised the corner of his mouth. Is his food so delicious?

After eating the noodles, Taiqing Laozi picked up the water cup in front of him and drank it in one gulp. The warm feeling went down his throat to his abdomen, which was very comfortable.

"Why don't you learn from the witch tribe and live by hunting?"

Murong Ji was stunned, looking at Taiqing Laozi with a half-smile, unsure whether he really didn't know or was testing him.

"The human race is weak. Even the innate human race can hardly defeat the goblins on Mount Zhou, not to mention the powerful witch race. There, the human race is just prey."

"Of the 120,000 innate humans, only a few tens of thousands were eaten. Unable to survive, they had no choice but to flee. Coming to the wild land, they could only think of other ways to fill their stomachs."

Taiqing Laozi's gaze was always on the farmland. He nodded silently, without any sadness or joy.

(End of this chapter)