Chapter 7: The Difficult Negotiation

  The majestic Mount Buzhou remains unchanged, and the elegant courtyard of Fuxi and Nuwa is still serene. However, two men with gray heads and dirty faces who crawled out of a human-shaped hole seem to be unaware of their incongruity with the surroundings. Zhuang Xiong is still staring at Fuxi with malice, his eyes screaming "I want to date your sister" and the words "sister control" are clearly visible, as if wanting to carve them into Fuxi's soul, extremely aggressive. Fuxi also doesn't dare to show weakness, with "don't touch my sister" on his forehead for defense, his eyes retorting with "foolish bear" towards Zhuang Xiong's soul, making Nuwa's face full of black lines, angrily saying: "Are you two done? You're a pair of old monsters, competing to see who's more childish? Sit down!"

  The two did not dare to resist and honestly sat down. Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but retort, "Although I'm old, my heart is still young."

  Nüwa's forehead had a few more black lines, she turned her head and glared fiercely at Fuxi who wanted to retort, forcing Fuxi's sarcastic remarks back. Only then did she say to Zhuang Xiong: "Brother Zhong, my brother and I are indeed Fuxi Nüwa. Yesterday was just a small joke with you, as we hadn't seen people for a long time."

  Zhuang Xiong was taken aback for a moment, and said in confusion: "This can't be right, Fuxi is a good person, how could he be so rude and unscrupulous? Nüwa is also a good person, how could she think of such vicious methods as skinning and extracting tendons? Is this what it feels like to have one's idol shattered? No, they must be fake."

  Zhuang Xiong snapped back to reality, just as he was about to argue with the two of them, but found that they were staring at him with black lines all over their faces, and only then did he realize that he had unknowingly spoken out his thoughts.

  Fuxi couldn't hold back anymore, and directly pounced over, knocking Zhuang Xiong to the ground. He fiercely pinched Zhuang Xiong's neck, kicked his legs wildly, and shouted: "I'm a siscon? I'm rude? I'm coarse? I'm ruthless? I'll beat...!"

  Nüwa didn't go up to mediate this time. Anyway, they had cultivated to this point, and Zhuang Xiong was thick-skinned and tough, so even if Fuxi tried to pinch him to death, he wouldn't die. As her eyes rolled around in a circle, Nüwa took advantage of the two not paying attention and kicked Zhuang Xiong several times with great force, muttering under her breath: "Let you say I'm narrow-minded, let you say I'm vicious..."

  Ashamed in front of the beauty, Zhuang Xiong also got angry and shouted: "You damned sis-con, if you don't let go of me I'll fight back, don't regret it later."

  Fuxi let out a cold snort and didn't care what Zhuang Xiong said, instead hitting even harder. "Let you say I'm sis-con, let you scold me for being rough and unkind."

  Zhuang Xiong was furious, and immediately turned over to press Fu Xi under his body. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and gave Fu Xi a pair of boxing gloves. He shouted: "You think I'm a sick cat if the tiger doesn't show its might? I'll hit you until your face is covered with peach blossoms! I'll tell you why flowers are so red! I'll hit you until the mountains and rivers are filled with spring!"

  Fuxi's eyes turned red in an instant, how could he show weakness? For a moment, his hands and feet were all on the battlefield, desperately twisting and fighting.

  Nüwa kicked a few more times, her anger slightly subsiding. Seeing the two of them fighting fiercely, she could only retreat a few steps. She saw Fuxi using even his teeth, and couldn't help but roll her eyes, muttering to herself: "Why is brother so quick-tempered when he's with Xiong Daoyou? Where did his usual gentle elegance go? That stupid bear has thick skin and boundless strength, how can brother possibly beat him? What was brother thinking?" Nüwa had a belly full of questions, but couldn't figure it out, so she just muttered to herself as she drank tea and watched the commotion.

  The two of them fought a great battle, with smoke and dust rising everywhere, their bodies battered and bruised, their eyes swollen and blackened, their clothes disheveled and covered in grass and mud. They didn't stop until the sun set behind the mountains, when they finally paused at the urging of Nüwa.

  Nüwa was so helpless, to say that Xī Hóu Dào Rén was also okay, but how did Fú Xī also learn to be brave and fierce? Is it really true that those who are close to vermilion become red, and those who are close to ink become black? Did she learn bad things from Xī Hóu? It's just too fast! If Zhuāng Xióng knew about her thoughts, he would definitely scold her severely. What does "Xī Hóu is also okay" mean? What does "Fú Xī learned bad things from me" mean? Is Fú Xī always provoking me? Unfortunately, Zhuāng Xióng still doesn't know that his impression in the beauty's eyes has become so unbearable.

  Nüwa couldn't help it, seeing that both of them were already exhausted, yet still provoking each other like fighting cocks. She had no choice but to hurry them back to rest and wait until the next day to continue their discussion.

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  This was the third day that Zhuang Xiong had arrived on the ground, and he still slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up. Looking at Fuxi, who was still staring at him with a fierce gaze, his face red with provocation, he snorted disdainfully and temporarily became a civilized person, not bothering to acknowledge the savage.

  Nüwa had a big early morning with a head full of black lines, watching Zhuang Xiong slowly sit down to drink tea. She glared fiercely at Fuxi, who was being quiet and not speaking, before turning back to smile at Zhuang Xiong: "Friend Xiong, I don't know if you rested well?"

  "Not bad, sleeping in till you wake up naturally is indeed comfortable."

  Nüwa's smile froze, and she glared fiercely at Zhuang Xiong. But Zhuang Xiong didn't notice, and instead fell into his own little world: "Brother said yesterday that he wanted to hit on his sister, but should I really do it? Speaking of which, brother is a total nerd, still a virgin after twenty-something years... the heavens have given me another chance, so hitting on girls is also something I should be doing. But how exactly should I go about it? Brother has no experience..."

  Not mentioning Zhuang Xiong being there daydreaming about the art of flirting with girls, on this side, Nüwa saw Zhuang Xiong spacing out again, but in her heart she was furious, still wearing a sweet and charming expression, she said in a soft but menacing tone: "Brother Bear, what are you thinking about?"

  Zhuang Xiong shuddered for a moment and immediately woke up, slowly smiling: "Nothing, nothing, didn't think of anything."

  Nüwa's smile remained unchanged as she continued in that sultry voice, "So I say I'm Nüwa and my brother is Fuxi, do you believe it or not?"

  Zhuang Xiong's heart sounded a loud alarm, and he threw a questioning glance at Fuxi: "What's wrong with your sister? It's so scary."

  Fuxi replied gloomily: "How would I know? She never used to be like this before. My sister told me not to speak, you deal with it yourself."

  Zhuang Xiong's heart was filled with surprise: "Talented people, just by being with me for a day, can already understand my intentions and convey the information back. It seems that both IQ and EQ are full marks! Does having full EQ mean becoming a sis-con?"

  Nüwa's face was covered in black lines, her silver teeth clenched tightly as she gazed at the silly bear. She gave Fuxi a sideways glance while quietly expressing her thoughts, rendering him speechless. First, he glared fiercely at hearing the words "sister control", wanting to erupt, then turned his head and resentfully said to Zhuang Xiong who was still spacing out: "Fellow Taoist, you haven't answered my question yet."

  Zhuang Xiong recovered from his trance and said in a daze: "Ah! Fellow Taoist, what did you just say?"

  Nüwa's face turned black in an instant, and the small seal reappeared on her hand, transforming into a grinding disc size. Nüwa swung her hand and threw the large seal at Zhuang Xiong, shouting: "You'd better stop it, Soul Dull! You stupid bear, I've tolerated you for a long time, but now I can't take it anymore. Yesterday you scolded me for being narrow-minded? Malicious? Today you dare to ignore me? Daydreaming? I'll hit you with no bottom line, I'll hit you with a runaway topic, I'll hit you with an unbridled mouth, I'll hit you with a brain short circuit......"

  Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but secretly cry out in pain, this one beating left his head covered in bruises and swelling all over, to make matters worse he was unable to fight back, so he could only cover his head and flee in defeat, still apologizing nonstop.

  Fuxi watched from the side with a stunned expression, never knowing that his gentle and lovely sister also had this side.

  After a long time, Nüwa was also tired, she put her hands on her waist and panted heavily, asking fiercely: "Are you still going to play tricks?"

  Zhuang Xiong said pitifully: "I dare not."

  Nüwa said: "Are you going to stop fighting now?"

  "I don't dare."

  Nüwa said: "Can't we have a proper conversation without going off topic?"

  Zhuang Xiong said: "Can."

  Nüwa said: "Do you believe we siblings are Fuxi and Nüwa?"

  "I believe."

  Nüwa said: "Am I being overly cautious, am I being very vicious?"

  "No."

  Nüwa was satisfied, feeling that it was about right, so she withdrew the small seal, patted her hands, and giggled: "This is more like it, you see how good it is to talk nicely? You two are not reliable, forcing me to take action, and not being ladylike."

  Zhuang Xiong secretly scolded in his heart: I've never thought you were a lady from the start.

  Nüwa frowned and asked with a seemingly smiling expression: "Brother Xiong, what did you just say? I didn't quite catch it."

  Zhuang Xiong hastily said, "Nothing, I was just talking, didn't expect you two to be the legendary Fuxi and Nuwa, I need some time to process this. Farewell." Zhuang Xiong finished speaking and turned around to run away with a constipated expression, muttering to himself as he ran: "It's over, my idol is shattered, the ancestral gods have become violent siblings..."

  Nüwa snorted coldly and followed him, but when she turned back, she saw Fuxi still staring at her with a dumbfounded expression. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed and scolded: "Brother, what are you staring at me for?"

  Fuxi seemed to have not heard, still muttering to himself, as if he had already been stunned by the violent Nuwa. Before Nuwa could make out what he was saying, Fuxi had already burst into tears and ran away, shouting loudly in the midst of his tears: "My sister is not so violent, how can Nuwa become so violent? I don't believe it...!!!!"

  Niú Wū was first taken aback, then became flustered, and finally scolded with a black face: "This damned fool has completely messed up our lives!" It seems that Zhuang Xiong didn't do anything? He just hadn't been exposed to outsiders before, so the two people's true nature had been suppressed all along, until it was thoroughly triggered by Zhuang Xiong. Zhuang Xiong is innocent! Of course, Zhuang Xiong also bears a little bit of responsibility.

  Nüwa couldn't help but feel sorry for her brother, and with a huff, she stomped her foot and went to comfort him. The second negotiation also came to an end.

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  On the third day, which was also Zhuang Xiong's fourth day on the ground, Zhuang Xiong still slept until the sun was high in the sky. After going out, he found that only Nüwa was there, but Fuxi did not appear. Zhuang Xiong's divine consciousness swept around and saw Fuxi hiding behind the door of the thatched hut, staring at him seriously with red eyes, as if he would pounce on him and eat him immediately if he made any unusual move. Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but roll his eyes and secretly scolded: "This dead sister-control freak."

  Nüwa watched Zhuang Xiong strolling leisurely and felt an itch in her teeth, but she didn't want to startle him, so she smiled and said: "Brother Bear seems to be resting well. Can we have a good talk?"

  Zhuang Xiong spent more than half a day in deep thought yesterday, and the shattered dream seemed to be just that. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Nüwa's and Fuxi's behavior, so he accepted it wholeheartedly. Without any entanglements, he slept soundly and naturally, and even found Nüwa's smiling face lovely. So he replied: "No problem, I think it should have been like this a long time ago. Look at how good it is now - drinking tea, discussing Taoism, what problems can't be solved? It's all because of Fuxi, who always goes off topic, makes jokes, and provokes me to fight. Is fighting something civilized people do? Harmony is the key, harmony is the unyielding principle, fighting is something only barbarians would do."

  Fuxi's eyes were almost spitting fire, and Nüwa's face was full of black lines, her teeth aching with rage, she couldn't help but want to bite him. This guy's ability to shirk responsibility is quite impressive.

  Nüwa slowly calmed down and smiled, "I don't know how you knew the names of my brother and sister. To be honest with you, my brother and sister have never left this place since birth, nor have they ever met a stranger. I really don't know who could know about them. What else did that person say about my brother and sister?"

  Zhuang Xiong's mind turned, and he thought: This kind of thing is either pushed to the big head or pushed to the dead person's body. So, there are only a few suitable people. Who is more suitable after all?