Yuan Daxian is a sapling. No, this statement is not accurate. It should be said that Yuan Daxian is the spirit of vegetation born from a sapling.??net
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the small tree has grown from ten thousand feet tall to one hundred thousand feet tall.
There are three thousand fruits hanging on the tree. Each fruit looks like a three-month-old baby. It can cry, laugh, and make noises.
One day, Yuan Daxian was sitting on a tree, looking into the distance with some boredom, and suddenly said: "This fruit tree is half my life. Now that I have a name, I should give it a name."
Yuan Daxian is the spirit of plants and trees, and may even be the first spirit of plants and trees after the creation of heaven. The accompanying things also belong to the innate category.
Wu Ming looked at him with some envy. The innate creatures in the ancient world also had their own levels.
Beings like Great Immortal Xiang Yuan, who are born with innate things, have a much higher starting point than ordinary people.
Wu Ming also took a look at it himself and found that although his incarnation of Ancestor Hongyun was the first cloud in the world, it had no accompanying things, which was much worse than the Great Immortal Yuan.
"Why don't you call this fruit tree the ginseng fruit tree? What do you think of this name?" Wu Ming said casually, and gave this famous name in future generations to Yuan Daxian.
"Ginseng fruit tree, this name is not good, who would give such a name!" Unexpectedly, Yuan Daxian was not overjoyed, but disliked this name.
In an instant, Wu Ming couldn't figure it out. Although the ginseng fruit tree in later generations had another name called Cao Huan Dan, the public name was still the ginseng fruit tree.
How come we are here? The name Ginseng Fruit Tree is actually disliked by Yuan Daxian. This makes no sense.
"Then what do you want to call it?" Wu Ming looked strange and asked Yuan Daxian.
Yuan Daxian thought for a moment, winked sadly, and finally blurted out: "Just call the grass to return the elixir!"
"Why is it called this?" Wu Ming quickly asked, wanting to know the reason why the two names of ginseng fruit tree and caohuandan became the genuine product.
"Why, I don't know, I just think it should be called that."
Yuan Daxian couldn't answer it. Thinking of this contradictory question, he fell into hard thinking for a while.
Time is still passing by, taking a name is just a small episode, and what should continue is still going on.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the number of creatures in the world gradually increased.
Occasionally one day, a purple lightning bolt struck from the sky and hit Wu Ming in mid-air.
After being struck by lightning, Wu Ming discovered that he had an extra ability, that is, he could transform.
"Could it be said that the purple thunder and lightning is the catastrophe of transformation? No, I don't feel it at all. It doesn't look like a catastrophe at all!" The red clouds in the sky shrank and turned into Wu Ming's appearance.
Wu Ming lowered his head and looked at himself, and found that he was wearing a fiery red Taoist robe. Even his head and eyebrows were red, just like the burning clouds in the sky.
Moreover, in his instinct, he has a method of transforming a rainbow into his heart. He can dodge eight hundred thousand miles away, which is actually an innate magical power.
"Have you transformed?" Wu Ming stepped down from the clouds for the first time and was recognized by Yuan Daxian at a glance.
Wu Ming didn't care about this. He and Yuan Daxian had known each other for tens of thousands of years. If they couldn't recognize each other's aura, they would be ghosts.
"When will you transform?" Wu Ming sat on the ginseng fruit tree, picked a ginseng fruit, and said while eating: "When you transform, let's go to a distance to see each other. It's too boring to stay in one place.
Already."
"I also want to transform, but I don't know how to do it, and I don't know how to work hard!" Yuan Daxian looked distressed, which is also common to all creatures in the ancient world.
When the world first opened, the innate gods were born according to luck. Although each of them was born extraordinary, they lacked the pattern of future generations.
Take Kung Fu as an example. In this era, there is no Kung Fu. There are only innate magical powers and the instinct of breathing in and out.
As for the future immortal arts, they will have to wait for Patriarch Hongjun to appear before they will spring up like mushrooms after a rain. At this time, everyone has no concept at all, and there is no clear division of realms.
Although Wu Ming has transformed, Yuan Daxian is still the spirit of vegetation and cannot leave the ginseng fruit tree.
But this does not mean strength. In a real fight, Wu Ming has a high chance of losing, especially with the blessing of the ginseng fruit tree, Yuan Daxian's strength is even more explosive.
"You can only take the ginseng fruit tree into your body after transforming, so transforming is the key. Let's do this, I will use my own skills..." Wu Ming said this, and suddenly froze, because he racked his brains,
I can’t think of any exercises that I know how to do.
It's as if I haven't learned anything at all and just heard about these things.
"It's weird. I've been here for countless years. If Yuan Daxian hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have thought of those skills at all. Now that I think about it, it's like suffering from amnesia. I have no clue. What's going on?" Wu Ming
I thought hard in silence, trying to figure out the cause of the problem.
In the end, he could only attribute this problem to the limitations of the times.
In this era, no martial arts techniques were born, and the Yuqing Jue he learned was probably not even created by Lao Tzu.
It's a question of which came first, the chicken or the egg.
When Wu Ming, the egg, returned to the past, he fundamentally denied his own existence. There seemed to be some kind of power that forced him to forget all of this.
Without the skills, all you have to rely on is the instinct of breathing in and out, which is a delicate job.
In confusion and for countless years, Yuan Daxian was still stuck at the moment of transformation, unable to take the final step.
During this period, the number of creatures on the earth has gradually increased.
Although in terms of heel and foot, they are not as powerful as those creatures who visualized Pangu's Daoyun in the beginning of heaven, they are still among the innate ones.
When there are more people, there will be disputes. When there are more innate creatures, there will also be competition.
I don’t know since when, Yuan Daxian and the ginseng fruit tree have become well-known delicacies.
There are often innate beings who come here from thousands of miles away to beg for a piece of fruit from Yuan Daxian.
From the beginning, Yuan Daxian gave it to everyone who came. He would rather eat less than let everyone go back empty-handed.
However, there is never any time to be satisfied. When the ginseng fruit tree became more and more famous, someone finally began to reflect on a problem.
"Every time we go to ask for ginseng fruit, we can only get one. If we take the ginseng fruit tree as our own..."
With this idea in mind, the eight people who came together to get the fruit gathered together and discussed in a low voice.
That day, a big battle began. These people misunderstood their own strength, and they also misunderstood the power of Yuan Daxian.
Even Wu Ming didn't take action, and the battle lasted only a dozen rounds. The eight people who snatched the fruit trees were captured by Yuan Daxian with his innate magical power.
After Wu Ming heard the news, he rushed over and tried to persuade Yuan Daxian to get rid of the root cause.
But it's a pity that Yuan Daxian is a good old man with a saintly personality.
With a smile on his face, he nodded, agreed to Wu Ming's suggestion, and then sent the eight people away. He also gave each of them a ginseng fruit regardless of their previous grudges.
Facts have proved that not everyone has a grateful heart. There are more stories about Dongguo and the wolf, and the farmer and the snake.
The eight people who came together and left together soon began to spread rumors in the outside world.
Rumor has it that there was a Yuan Daxian in the East Valley who had a fruit tree in his hand, and the fruit was named Cao Huan Dan.
This herb is very powerful in returning elixirs. As long as you eat it, people who don't have magical powers will get a kind of magical power.
Supernatural powers, this is an incredible ability, not every innate creature has it.
Just like the accompanying magic weapon, which is exclusive to those with great supernatural powers, those who are born with supernatural powers are actually only one in a million. Most of them have no heel and no supernatural powers.
As a result, when it was announced like this, things turned upside down when we got outside.
From the beginning of the legend, people who eat grass and return elixirs have magical powers. Later, when they eat grass and return elixirs, they can get ten kinds of magical powers. Finally, when they eat three thousand grasses and return elixirs, they can get magical powers. It is the method of three thousand magical powers. You can choose whatever you want.
rumors.
The rumors are getting more and more intense. Those who know the truth laugh and say nothing, while those who don't know the truth are eager to fight.
In the end, people followed what others said, and the story of three people becoming tigers was more sustainable. Later, someone really came to the door, and things were not peaceful in the East Valley.
"Thousands of people have already gathered outside the East Valley. We can't go on like this!" On the ginseng fruit tree, Wu Ming and Yuan Daxian sat cross-legged, each looking worried.
Yuan Daxian looked far away. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Let's do it once. Only stronger power can make people calm down."
"Are you going, or am I going?"
"I come..."
One battle a day, three thousand six hundred days, Yuan Daxian won three thousand six hundred victories, and there was no single enemy in his life.
When the last person was defeated by the ginseng fruit tree, a thunderstorm flashed in the sky. Yuan Daxian turned into a human body and shouted: "I am the master of the fruit tree, known as Yuan Daxian. Today I have defeated all my opponents. I impose a word called Zhen."
, it’s for the Great Immortal Zhenyuan..."
On the ginseng fruit tree, Wu Ming remained silent, looking at the thousands of innate creatures below, and sighed: "Great Immortal Yuan, Great Immortal Zhen Yuan, is this the origin of the name?"