Chapter 299: Cavemen

"Ahem! Junior Brother Fuxi, although I have the power, this thing cannot be changed casually." Baichuan coughed twice:

"In fact, I have raised the temperature of winter a lot."

The first generation of human beings are strong and healthy, and their bodies are not affected by cold or heat. Winter and summer are easy for them to survive.

But it is a big disaster for the later human beings.

Moreover, although the human race has the good weather and good harvests maintained by the order of the Emperor of Heaven, wind, rain, thunder and lightning are also common, and there are "ferocious beasts" in the Yellow River, which are also...

In short, things that people don't feel at all on weekdays are infinitely magnified disasters for the human race.

I took a look and found one of the unique human race:

"Junior Brother, is there something unique about the woman race?"

I raised my hand and pointed at the woman sitting on the big rock in the human tribe.

The woman was wearing animal skins and a tiger skin hat on her head.

She was particularly outstanding among the human race with disheveled hair.

I saw that one tribe member after another, some carrying fruits and vegetables, or small beast carcasses, all reported to her.

Although the human race has no civilization, they have learned to bow in a very good manner. Although it is not very standard, some still bow with their fists clasped, but at least it proves their learning ability and humility.

"Her." Fuxi smiled, his eyes full of "relief":

"Her name is Yishi, and the clothes of the human race are all created by her. The tribe recommended her as the leader, and now the human race is headed by her."

"I see."

"Brother, I have a doubt." Tongtian raised his hand and asked:

"I suspect that the blood of both of you is mixed with water."

Baichuan: "..."

Fuxi: "..."

Yuanshi glared at Tongtian: "Don't make a fuss!"

"Hehe, this will liven up the atmosphere."

"She is outstanding." Fuxi smiled:

"If we don't have the innate inheritance, at this point... maybe we will be inferior."

"Indeed." Baichuan nodded: "The human race has no inheritance to open the spirit, and it is good to have this step."

Fur coats and grass skirts, these things at least solve the most basic ability of covering the body and keeping warm for the human race, and are the first step for the human race to have "ethics".

The first step to adapt to nature with one's own wisdom is like this.

Baichuan and others sat on Fengqi Mountain and watched from afar.

Qingqiu had moved here a long time ago. Although they had not moved for a long time, they were still familiar with it. Now they were 30,000 miles north of the human race, close to the human race.

The Phoenix Clan also took some actions. For example, in the clouds above the Yellow River, the three brothers and sisters of the Phoenix Clan watched the development of the human race without interfering too much.

The human race is not without danger.

For the human race, there are indeed powerful people with evil intentions who created a race to become a saint. What kind of magical thing is this race?

Of course, Daluo dare not move, and Taiyi cannot come in.

Apart from other things, the pressure from the Heavenly Court, the Phoenix Clan, and Qingqiu has isolated all creatures above the human immortals.

Of course, there are also those who are not afraid of death or think that they have enough means, or think that they can get in as long as they disguise themselves well.

Without exception, they were greeted by only a red line, or five-color divine light, yin-yang divine light...

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the eighth winter of the human race.

Under the leadership of the Yi family, the human race began to move again. As winter approached, they had to leave.

A "small mountain" 700 miles away from the Yellow River was the target of their trip.

The mountain was very steep and dangerous. The human race moved for more than half a month and finally climbed halfway up the mountain.

The halfway point was quite good, with countless caves, and the human race began to prepare for winter.

The "Shantou Cave People" were still like this. The men of the day tribe hunted in the mountains, and at night they surrounded the women and children of the tribe and the people of the Houtian tribe in the depths of the cave.

With the appearance of the Ziyi family, more and more clothes were worn by the human race.

This year was a good year with no one freezing to death.

It is the season of revival again. Many people in the tribe have planned to live here in the future, but under the leadership of Yishi, the human race returned to the bank of the Yellow River.

No other reason, Yishi has had a new enlightenment.

"Weaving", vigorously promote the human race!

In the autumn of the eighth year of the human race, Yishi officially changed its name to Ziyishi, adding "weaving clothes" on the basis of the original clothes.

Sewing animal skin clothes and grass skirts layer by layer to achieve the effect of keeping out the cold.

This year, the human race no longer needs to return to the cave, but relies on Ziyishi's "weaving clothes" to survive.

The human race also lived a life of men farming and women weaving.

Baichuan and others watched everything silently.

The development of the human race is really not slow. In eight years, only eight years, no one of the tribe will be "frozen to death".

"This luck..."

Yuanshi's pupils flashed.

A big star flickered in the sea of ​​luck, and this star reflected the Ziyi clan of the human race.

This huge luck made Yuanshi's heart tremble.

Even a quasi-saint may not have such luck, right?

There are less than 300,000 mortals, and their luck is comparable to that of a quasi-saint?

As time went by, a thousand years passed in a flash.

The acquired human race changed generations, and the first batch of innate people also died.

They died in the "unknown" and died in the "seeking of knowledge", making greater contributions to the human race.

Along the south of the Yellow River, nearly 20 million human races live here, and they call it the "Ziyi clan tribe".

"Are we really not doing anything?" Tongtian asked.

Tongtian, good at preaching and solving doubts, the human race has gone through a hundred years, and some of them have fallen into a "bottleneck".

"Third brother, do you know why you don't calculate half of the Tao?" Laozi said lightly.

Tongtian was puzzled and laughed: "Brother, you said."

"Sometimes, we don't need to do anything. It is considered a mastery. Just a butterfly flapping its wings can cause countless chains."

The old man looked calm and looked at Baichuan:

"Junior brother."

"Well, okay." Baichuan smiled and shook his head:

"Then, push it a little."

As he said, Baichuan snapped his fingers.

After a while, it seemed that nothing happened again.

"Junior brother, what did you do?" Tongtian blinked and said puzzledly.

"Just keep watching, just push it a little."

Baichuan held his hands in front of his chest, smiled and watched the changes.

Time continued to pass. Three months later, in the lower reaches of the Yellow River, a human race suddenly had an idea.

"What will be under this earth?"

Without much hesitation, the first generation of human race chose a very satisfactory location and dug directly with bare hands.

For three whole days, the first generation of human race dug the nails full of blood.

Even so, he still did not stop.

Somehow, he always felt that there was something good in the earth!

Finally!

On the morning of the fourth day, after simply eating two fruits, the human race continued to dig, and a golden light suddenly appeared from the pit!

Ang!