Fuxi Broke Down! A Grand Diviner Defeated Instantly by a Three-Year-Old?

Having figured out the key point, Fuxi immediately took action.

He knew very well that having the will was far from enough to join this "battle for favor".

You must have core competitiveness!

Fuxi began to assess his own strengths.

Alchemy?

That's my elder brother Taiqing's territory; going there myself would be like showing off my limited skills before an expert.

Refining weapons?

Forget about it!

The Second Brother, Yuanshi, was skilled in formations, and the third brother, Tongtian, was skilled in swordsmanship; both were masters of weapon crafting.

With my mediocre skills, I'm not even qualified to carry their shoes.

Cook?

That kid Tongtian can even turn Chaos Giant Beast into a teppanyaki grill!

I can't even control the Heat Control properly.

Storytelling?

Nuwa's gentle voice paired with the creatures she created—how could a rough, unrefined man like myself compare?

Fuxi grew increasingly desperate the more he thought about it.

Aside from "Drawing Turtles," does he really seem to be completely useless?

"Wrong!"

Fuxi suddenly shook his head.

"My greatest strength is my intelligence! My ability to deduce!"

Although I dare not directly deduce Lin Shen, I fear that I might suffer a backlash that shatters my Dao Heart.

But he could deduce Lin Shen's preferences!

What time, what place, and what activity will make the little one happiest?

This is called scientific parenting!

"Hahaha! I'm a genius!"

Fuxi praised himself for his ingenuity.

He immediately activated the River Diagram and Luo Script and began big data analysis.

The system inputted all of Lin Shen's activities over the past few days, including what he ate and what toys he played with.

Soon, several keywords emerged from the River Diagram and Luo Script:

"Food (Teppanyaki preferred)"

"Sparkling toys (preferably moving and light-up)"

"Furry animals (cats preferred)"

"Gentle and beautiful older sister (Nuwa limited edition)"

Fuxi looked at the analysis results, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

This analysis is as good as no analysis at all!

He can't cook teppanyaki.

He didn't have any sparkly toys.

He can't sculpt furry little animals.

He can't become a pretty lady!

"Etc!"

Fuxi's gaze fell on the last line of small characters.

"Playing in the mud."

Playing in the mud?

Fuxi was stunned.

Yes!

Nuwa quickly built a close relationship with Lin Shen by spending time with him making clay figures!

The Lin Shen Can enjoyed most outside the Zixiao Palace, besides the Sun God Pearl, were the Three Lights Divine Water and the mud!

"Children's happiness is so simple!"

Fuxi felt he had gained another enlightenment.

Moreover, he can leverage his strengths!

Although the clay figures sculpted by Nuwa possessed the Qi of Creation and could move and make sounds, they were ultimately only similar in form.

He can use the art of Bagua (Eight Trigrams) to construct the internal structure of the clay figure in the most perfect way, in accordance with the ultimate principles of Tao!

What is sculpted is not merely a clay figure, but a "model of the Tao" embodying the profound principles of the Eight Trigrams!

Let Lin Shen subtly comprehend the Great Dao while playing in the mud!

That instantly elevates the style!

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Fuxi was once again impressed by his own wisdom.

This "edutainment" approach is far Gao Ming to Yuanshi's simple and crude "holographic cinema"!

Let's do it!

Fuxi immediately went to find Lin Shen.

The little guy had just woken up and was being held by Nuwa, swinging on a swing in the garden.

That swing was woven by Nuwa using the Innate Spiritual Root Gourd Vine, and it was adorned with colorful little gourds. When it swung, it made a crisp "ding-ding-dang-dang" sound.

Lin Shen was amused and laughed heartily.

A clear, crisp laugh echoed throughout the Kunlun Mountain.

Seeing this scene, Fuxi felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

That despicable woman!

They've beaten us to it again!

But he quickly adjusted his mindset and forced out what he considered to be his most amiable smile.

"Ahem, Little Lin Shen, did you have fun?"

Fuxi's voice carried a deliberately practiced gentleness, which sounded extremely awkward.

"Uncle Fuxi!"

Lin Shen jumped off the swing and ran to him.

"Uncle, are you coughing up blood again today?"

The little guy asked with a concerned look.

Fuxi's smile froze instantly.

Why does this child always bring up things that are hard to say?!

"Uncle... Uncle isn't coughing up blood today."

Fuxi forced a smile.

"Uncle is here today to show you some even better games!"

"More fun games?"

Lin Shen's eyes lit up.

"Is it more fun than swinging on a swing?"

"Certainly!"

Fuxi nodded confidently.

He said mysteriously to Lin Shen:

"Uncle will take you to play in the mud, okay?"

"Playing in the mud?"

Lin Shen's eyes shone even brighter!

He loves playing in the mud!

"Yes, yes!"

The little guy immediately grabbed Fuxi's hand and ran towards the Hundred Herbs Garden.

Nuwa watched from the side, a smile flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She wanted to see what tricks her usually arrogant brother could pull.

Soon, they arrived at the open space of the Hundred Herbs Garden.

This is a playground specially set up by the Taiqing court for Lin Shen.

The soil on the ground is made of a mixture of various top-grade spiritual soils, containing rich spiritual energy.

Fuxi took a deep breath, preparing to begin his performance.

Unlike Nuwa, he did not directly use his magic to obtain water and mud.

That's so low-class!

He wants to showcase his skills!

Fuxi stretched out his hand and drew a complex Bagua pattern in the air.

"Qian represents Heaven, Kun represents Earth, Kan represents Water..."

He muttered incantations, incorporating the principles of the Eight Trigrams into the process of mixing the clay.

It draws in the Water Without Roots of the heavens and draws in the Yellow Origin Qi the earth's veins.

In a mysterious and profound way, water and earth are blended in the most perfect proportion.

Soon, a seemingly ordinary lump of "Taiji Divine Clay," which contained the transformations of Yin-Yang and Five Elements, appeared before us.

"How is it, Little Lin Shen?"

Fuxi looked at Lin Shen with a smug expression, as if to say, "See that? That's real skill!"

However, Lin Shen simply poked at the mud out of curiosity.

Then, tilting her head and looking puzzled, she asked:

"Uncle, why are you doing Great God while playing with mud?"

Great God?

Fuxi felt his Dao Heart crack open again with a "crack".

This is clearly a ritual containing the supreme principles of Tao!

How did it become Great God in this little guy's mouth?

"Pfft..."

Nuwa was not far away, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She discovered that since arriving in the Kunlun Mountain, she had laughed more times than in the previous tens of thousands of years combined.

Fuxi's face turned pale and then flushed.

He forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit blood and forced a smile:

"Little Lin Shen, this isn't called Great God, it's called... um, it's called a sense of ritual!"

"Alright, let's start making clay figures!"

To prevent Lin Shen from asking any more outrageous questions, Fuxi quickly changed the subject.

He picked up a lump of "Taiji Divine Clay" and prepared to mold it into the simplest little figure.

While kneading, he also explained the secrets to Lin Shen.

"Look at Little Lin Shen, this person's head represents Qian (☰), which symbolizes Heaven, and his feet represent Kun (☷), which symbolizes Earth..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Shen had already grabbed a lump of mud and quickly molded it into something...

It has a round head, a small body, four legs, and a long tail.

It actually looks seven or eight parts similar to the little kitten that Nuwa created before!

Although it's crooked and disproportionate, it captures the essence perfectly.

Even more miraculously, under the blessing of Lin Shen's "Hand of Creation" supernatural power...

The muddy kitten actually meowed!

Then, on its four short legs, it started running on the ground!

Fuxi: "..."

He stared blankly at the still-emerging, square "model of the Dao" in his hand.

Then he glanced at the muddy kitten hopping around Lin Shen's feet.

He felt like he had lost again.

And they lost even worse than last time!

Last time, I lost to Sage, a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal.

This time, he actually lost to a three-year-old's... mud-making skills?

"Uncle, what is this cube you're making?"

Lin Shen pointed curiously at the "work of art" in Fuxi's hand.

"Is... is it tofu?"

Tofu?

Fuxi felt dizzy and disoriented.

This is a model of the Dao that embodies the profound principles of the Eight Trigrams!

How did it turn into tofu?

"It's not tofu! This is..."

Fuxi wanted to explain, but found he didn't know how to say it.

You can't exactly tell a three-year-old that this is a concrete manifestation of the principles of Bagua (Eight Trigrams), can you?

Is that soap?

Lin Shen continued to ask innocently.

"Still rice cake?"

Fuxi: "..."

The Dao Heart snapped again.

He felt like he was about to vomit blood.

At this moment, Lin Shen's muddy kitten ran to Fuxi's feet and scratched at his "tofu" with its little paws.

"Meow~"

The kitten meowed in a soft, babyish voice, as if to say, "This cube is so strange."

Fuxi looked down at the lively mud kitten, then at the "work of art" in his hand.

Suddenly, I understood a principle.

Sometimes, the most complex isn't necessarily the best.

The simplest things are often the most authentic.

"Uncle, do you want to do what I do?"

Lin Shen looked up at her with her little face and asked earnestly.

"Shall I teach you?"

Looking into the little guy's clear, big eyes, Fuxi's sense of defeat suddenly vanished.

Instead, a wonderful warmth filled the air.

"Good."

Fuxi put down the "Model of the Dao" in his hand and sat down next to Lin Shen.

"Then teach your uncle how to sculpt a kitten."

"OK!"

Lin Shen clapped his hands happily.

"First, sculpt a round head..."

And so, the Great God Fuxi began his first "mud lesson".

Although the pinching was crooked and uneven, and although it was completely outmatched by a three-year-old.

But for some reason, he felt very happy.

This kind of joy is completely different from the sense of accomplishment when deducing celestial secrets.

More pure, more simple.

It is also more precious.