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Meng Xiaoyao chuckled and said, "Like you, if you just think about cultivation, it's too boring, so naturally you have to change your taste from time to time..."
"Really?" Yu Xue Ning suddenly fragrant wind, flashing to Meng Xiaoyao, her beautiful eyes staring at the man's chin, face, mouth faintly said: "Then you are old and not old, a lot less young Your ugly appearance is also your taste? And your voice, wouldn't you tell me that you will become an old man's voice after fifty thousand years?"
Meng Xiaoyao froze for a moment, as if thinking of something, shook his head and said with emotion: "If you don't mention it, I have forgotten it. My appearance and voice were actually more than 4,000 years ago when I took my two apprentices. It changed deliberately when it happened."
"Oh? The two little guys outside? Why?" Yu Xuening said curiously.
Meng Xiaoyao walked to the side of the wooden table, poured Yuxue a cup of herbal tea from the island, handed it to the woman, and said leisurely: "It's also a funny thing to say, I will tell you from the beginning, you may hear it. Would be interested.
That was more than 4,000 years ago, and China was in the midst of a separatist regime of tribes and tribes.
Those tribal leaders named themselves Yandi and Huangdi among the ancient immortals according to the legends within the tribe, so that the tribesmen believed that they belonged to the destiny.
Moreover, many descendants of monks also participated in the war at the time. Being enshrined by these leaders, it seemed lawless, making the heavens and the earth, and there was no peace.
I saw that my few Chinese descendants were suffering from the floods and wars. If this continues, I am afraid that I will have to die before I meet a suitable inheritor.
So I thought that I could find two disciples first, to help me maintain the overall situation of the world, and to control these monks and separate them from the world.
After all, I had been in charge of these trivial matters for more than 45,000 years, and I was really tired of it.
I have been investigating for several years before choosing my two disciples, Harajuku and Xuemei, not only because of their roots and wisdom, but also because of their upright surnames. Although they are nobles in the clan, they are constrained.
Only when I was about to accept them, because my appearance was too young, they didn’t believe that I could be their master, and they claimed to be apprentices to worship those hundreds of years of cultivation, but they looked like old men. 'Superior'.
I didn't expect this to happen at the time, so I had no choice but to lie to them. I deliberately made myself young. In fact, I was already very old.
Ever since, I turned into what I am now, and my voice has become the voice of an old man..."
Yu Xuening smiled sweetly, as if she could imagine the embarrassment of Meng Xiaoyao at that time, she asked with wonderful eyes: "Then now I am back, do you want your apprentice to see you like you, or listen to me," Change back to the original annoying appearance?"
As soon as the voice fell, Meng Xiaoyao’s face changed in an instant, turning back into a clean, white and handsome face, and his hair also turned black, looking calm and weak, but a pair of eyes were like burning eyes. Stars.
Speaking again, it is already the voice of the young man's surname.
"Although you say this looks annoying, you still have to listen to you."
Yu Xuening looked at him deeply and smiled lightly, "It's almost the same, okay, let's continue talking, what happened afterwards".
"Later..." Meng Xiaoyao recalled: "After I accepted them as disciples, it didn't take many years to make them one of the best masters at the time. Those monks who were in the world were no longer their opponents.
I asked them to choose a leader who proclaimed himself the Yellow Emperor to assist him, because his internal affairs were the best, and he helped the Yellow Emperor to unify China and finally ended a war era.
You don't know, my disciples were named Guangchengzi and Nvyan at the time. There are still legends about them in the folks today. Although the legends are all made up stories, they are also fairy figures in the history of China today.
Since then, they have replaced me, guarding the illusion, the great formation of gods and demons, and assisting the kings of the past generations. It is not to help the kings to do anything, but to prevent the monks from having too much influence on the world. "
Yu Xuening started to hear it, and seemed to find it very interesting, so she asked about the past dynasties. Although she occasionally heard something in the illusion, she did not speak the truth of Meng Xiaoyao's.
The two of you said something to me, but they seemed calm and elegant, and they were not as emotional as they were just now, and it was difficult to control.
It's not that the two of them have really calmed down. It's just that when the two of them are in this state, they actually understand each other's mind, so it is meaningless to spend time arguing, and it is better to get together as much as possible.
After a lapse of 50,000 years, through the vicissitudes of life, the past is all white clouds and dogs, and it is hard to count.
The only constant is that both of them can realize that the other has their own special place in their hearts, that's enough.
They are not ordinary lovers of men and women, they love passionately, love hatred, love torn apart.
Perhaps, for these two people, the ordinary small talk at this time is the most suitable long-term reunion.
For one night and one day, the two people in the wooden house could not finish talking.
Yang Yuansu and Li Xuemei didn't dare to enter the house, and they kept guarding outside for fear of interruption. They were really surprised that the master who had never talked much would be able to speak for so long.
In fact, it’s not that Meng Xiaoyao doesn’t talk much, but just like it’s impossible for adults to chat more with children. In Meng Xiaoyao’s eyes, only people like Yu Xuening can talk freely on the same level as him. man of.
It was noon on the next day, and instead of waiting for the two to come out, people ran up from below the island.
Yang Yuansu and Li Xuemei saw that the dark-skinned Indian man with a beard was Erics, the second son of the Indian patriarch on the island.
The Indians here have always regarded the three Meng Xiaoyao masters and apprentices as ordinary benevolent foreign healers. The relationship in Pingyueli is very harmonious, especially the patriarch's family.
"Erics, what's the matter?" Yang Yuanju went forward, seeing Erics running panting and anxious, he asked curiously in English.
"Doctor Yang, it's okay, you should take a boat from the port on the southwest side of the island! A European army has arrived on the island, and those people are going to turn this island into their garrison!
My father and the elders are negotiating with them, but I'm afraid it won't last long. My father asked me to report the letter to you and run now! If we wait until they start to rob and kill, we must fight them to the end, but you shouldn't die here! "
Yang Yuansu and Li Xuemei looked at each other, and then spread their spiritual knowledge to investigate, and they found that there were a few more warships to the north. It's just that they didn't pay much attention before, they didn't notice.
Obviously, this small island in the tropics is also the territory of Jamaica. Jamaica is unable to protect it. At this critical moment, it is normal for some European troops to be ordered to seize the last safe gathering place for mankind.
The whole world is in chaos. Who cares about the life and death of the Indians on one of your islands
It is conceivable that if the two sides fight, the Indians on the island, relying on dozens of guns and some agricultural tools, will be completely slaughtered.
The two frowned, they didn't know how to deal with it properly, mainly because Meng Xiaoyao and Yu Xuening hadn't come out yet.
But at this moment, the two of them came out of the wooden house, both smiling, and they seemed to have a good conversation, and the resentment in Yu Xuening's previous eyes also disappeared a lot.
It was just that Yang and Li saw Meng Xiaoyao suddenly turning into a young guy in his early twenties, and they immediately thought that this is what the master really looked like, and was not surprised.
But as an ordinary person, Erics was scared and stupid. How did he get out of two strange strangers
"Master, senior", Yang Yuansu and Li Xuemei both bowed their heads respectfully.
Without waiting for the two to talk about the situation, Meng Xiaoyao nodded and looked at the harbor to the north, "We all heard..."
"Master, do you need us to take action? My disciple promises that I won't let people on the island find out that I did it." Yang Yuansu deliberately spoke Chinese. He has already planned to sink these European troops directly into the sea. Unconsciously.
However, Meng Xiaoyao said: "No, since Erics let us go, let's go."
"Huh?" Yang Yuansu and Li Xuemei were obviously stunned. Although they said that the life and death of Indians was small, these people, after all, had friendship with them for more than ten years, and they were different from other places. r