Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 115 [Daoyan Tianzun, accepts Xuanyuan as his disciple]

Nowadays, all the human tribes are centered on Chendu, and the Youxiong tribe is at the outermost edge of this center.

There is a Xiong tribe, which lives on Jishui. The entire tribe has the surname Ji. It has a population of more than three million, which is considered a large tribe among the entire human race. The monarch is named Shaodian. He has two wives. One is Female Deng, second is Fu Bao, they are sisters.

One night, Fu Bao saw a flash of lightning surrounding the Big Dipper star. Immediately, the pivot star fell down, and Fu Bao became pregnant through this induction.

After twenty-four months of pregnancy, a child was born. This child was also miraculously born with the ability to speak. When he was born, he pointed his finger to the sky and said, "I am Xuanyuan."

Shaodian and his wife were greatly amazed and immediately thought that this was the arrival of a sage. After all, the vision of heaven and earth like Fuxi's birth has been passed down to this day.

"Report, there is a Taoist outside the door who wants to see you. He said that he is destined to meet the emperor's son, and he came here to accept his disciples."

Shaodian's face paled. As soon as his child was born, someone came to take him as a disciple. Doesn't this just mean that his son must be a sage?

Shaodian could only hesitate, and immediately shouted: "Please come quickly."

"No need, I'm already here."

Shaodian looked around, and his eyes suddenly lit up. The young man in front of him was surrounded by a fairy spirit in a dark blue robe. He had an extraordinary aura, especially those eyes, which seemed to contain everything in the world, making people feel extremely comfortable.

"Dare you ask the immortal's name?"

"Daoyan Tianzun, the great disciple of Pangu Yuqing."

"What, Daoyan Tianzun!"

Everyone in the house was like a thunderbolt from the blue, and their knees fell to their knees involuntarily, "We didn't know that the Holy Master was coming, so please don't blame us for not being far away to greet him."

"It's okay, everyone, get up."

Zhang Yan smiled lightly, rolled up his sleeves to help everyone up, and then said: "Shaodian, your son will be the future emperor of the human race, and I will transform him into a special one."

"That's a great honor for a dog."

Although he said this, Shaodian was already smiling. Zhang Yan's status in the hearts of the human race was higher than that of the third ancestor of the human race. It was a great honor for his son to be accepted as a disciple by the holy master.

Zhang Yan looked at the infant and said, "Does he have a name?"

"It's strange to say that when the child was born, he kept saying, "My name is Xuanyuan." So we decided to change it to Xuanyuan."

"Xuanyuan, what a good name."

Zhang Yan smiled slightly and looked at the child. It seemed that the black turtle had successfully reincarnated and became the human emperor, and a vision came to him as soon as he was born.

The Xiong Tribe is immersed in a period of celebration. Everyone knows that Shaodian's son will be the future Emperor of the People, and everyone is looking forward to Xuanyuan's growth.

Although Xuanyuan is still young, he is innately intelligent, can speak since he was born, and can walk when he is more than a month old. He has already started to use weapons in March, and can easily lift a hundred-jin stone axe.

Xuanyuan's talent shocked everyone, but after a little shock, they became accustomed to it. As the future Human Emperor, Xuanyuan could not be too smart no matter how smart he was.

The more powerful it is, the more gratifying it is. Everyone is looking forward to where Xuanyuan will lead the human race in the future.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and Xuanyuan has grown from a baby to a young man.

"Master, I have memorized the allusions such as Sun Tzu's Art of War and Wu Mu's suicide note that you gave me. At the same time, I have also practiced the Yuqing Immortal Art to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm." Xuanyuan, wearing animal skins, came to Zhang Yan Asking.

"That's right. It seems that you worked very hard while I was away."

Zhang Yan smiled slightly and said to himself: "It seems that the memory of Xuan Turtle is gradually awakening."

In his previous life, Xuan Gui was a powerful person in the late quasi-sage period. With his spiritual cultivation, plus his heavenly luck and merit, breaking through the Taiyi Golden Immortal in more than ten years was nothing.

When Xuanyuan became a Taoist master, in addition to teaching Xuanyuan the cultivation techniques, Zhang Yan also taught Xuanyuan the famous military techniques that appeared in later generations, in order to have certain strategies in the future battles.

At the same time, Xuanyuan was worthy of being the heir to the Human Emperor, and he took care of the people's hearts. He planted the five grains "millet, millet, bean, wheat, and rice" at a young age. Even Shennong, the ancestor of farming, only planted millet and millet.

Xuanyuan's deeds spread over time and have reached Chendu. It seems that Shennong also intends to pass the position of co-leader of the human race to Xuanyuan. Especially when he learned that Xuanyuan was a disciple of the Holy Master, he was even more sure of his own destiny. Intend.

For a time, Xuanyuan's name spread throughout the human tribe, and many people acquiesced that Xuanyuan would be the next co-leader of the human race.

The Jiuli tribe is a tribe where witches gather together.

During the lich period, although the witch tribe accepted human witches, human witches belonged to the human race after all. Now that the witch tribe has declined and suffered heavy casualties, the human witches have left their original gathering place alone and come to survive near the human race gathering place.

However, the existence of human witches is a heterogeneous race among the entire human race, and it is normal for them to be rejected.

In fact, this is also the custom of the witches among the human witches. They drink the blood of the witches and are aggressive and aggressive. From the bottom of their hearts they look down on the weak human race, so there has always been friction between the two races.

The architectural style of the Jiuli tribe is similar to that of the Wu tribe, with large and small stone houses built around a bone house.

That bone house is where Chi You, the patriarch of the Jiuli tribe, lives today.

Chi You was ferocious by nature, brave and aggressive, and because his father was a great witch, his appearance was more witch-like, with a pair of curved horns.

"Brother Chi You, the human race is really bullying others. They have always treated us as aliens."

In the empty hall, there are eighty-one people sitting. These eighty-one people are all from the Jiuli tribe, the best among the human witches. Each of them is powered by the physical power of Jinxian, especially Chi You, who has the physical strength. Even more powerful than the Taiyi Golden Immortal, he is undoubtedly the strongest among the witches of the Jiuli tribe.

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"Hmph, although our Jiuli tribe belongs to the human witches, it is still part of the human race after all. Why can't Brother Chi You be the co-leader of the human race?"

"Isn't this clear discrimination against us?"

After all, this incident still angered everyone.

As early as when the co-leader of the human race wanted to take the Zen position, the Jiuli tribe who heard the news sent people there to compete for the co-leader's position.

Unexpectedly, before he could see Shen Nong, he was kicked out. They even said that human shamans were from a foreign race and could not hold the position of co-leader of the human race.

This incident spread to the Jiuli tribe, immediately arousing countless people to curse, and even a wave of people wanted to attack the human tribe.

Human witches, everyone is very powerful. Compared with the human race, they are one against a hundred people, but their reproductive capacity is low. Nearly ten thousand years have passed, and the number of human witches is only a million. Compared with tens of billions For the human race, it is undoubtedly a very small race.

However, after inheriting the temperament of the witch clan, they do not think that human witches are inferior to ordinary people. There are even human witches who believe that the human clan should be dominated by human witches because they are more powerful than ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)