Meng Xiaoyao chuckled, "Just like you, if you only think about cultivation, it would be too boring. Naturally, you have to change your interest from time to time."
"Is that so?" Yu Xuening suddenly flashed in front of Meng Xiaoyao, her beautiful eyes stared at the man's chin, face, and said, "Then your old and not-so-ugly appearance is also your interest? And your voice, you're not going to tell me that with this level of cultivation, you'll still have the voice of an old man after 50,000 years, right? "
Meng Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something. Shaking his head, he said emotionally, "If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten that my appearance and voice were actually changed when I took in my two disciples more than four thousand years ago."
"Oh? The two little guys outside? Why? "Yu Xuening asked curiously.
Meng Xiaoyao walked to the wooden table on the side, poured a cup of herbal tea for Yu Xuening, handed it to the woman, and said leisurely, "It's also an interesting thing, I'll tell you from the beginning, you may be interested after listening.
It was more than 4,000 years ago, when Hua Xia was divided by various tribes.
Those tribal leaders, according to the legends in the tribe, named themselves the ancient immortals Yan Di, Huang Di, and other titles, so that the tribal people believed that they were destined to be.
Moreover, many descendants of cultivators also participated in the war at that time and were worshiped by these leaders. They seemed lawless, and there was no peace in the sky and the earth.
I saw that there were not many descendants of Hua Xia, on one hand, suffering from the flood, and on the other hand, suffering from the war, I'm afraid that 99% of them would perish before I met a suitable successor.
So, I thought of looking for two disciples first, to help me maintain the overall situation of the world, and secondly, to control these cultivators and separate them from the secular 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.
It took me several years to choose my current two disciples, Harajuku and Xuemei. Not only because of their innate talent and wisdom, but also because of their upright natures. Although they are nobles of the clan, they have restrained themselves.
But when I wanted to accept them, because my appearance was too young, they didn't believe that I could be their master. They claimed that if they wanted to be apprenticed, they should be apprenticed to those 'experts' who had hundreds of years of cultivation but looked like old men.
I didn't expect it to be like this at that time, so I had no choice but to lie to them that I deliberately made myself young, in fact, I was already very old.
So, I turned into this appearance now, and my voice became the voice of an old man … "
Yu Xuening smiled sweetly, as if she could imagine Meng Xiaoyao's embarrassment at that time. She asked, "Now that I'm back, do you want your disciple to see you like this, or do you want to listen to me and change back to your original annoying appearance?"
As soon as the voice fell, Meng Xiaoyao's face changed in an instant, and turned back into a clear, white, and handsome face. His hair also turned black, and he looked calm and ordinary, a little weak, but his pair of eyes were like burning stars.
When he spoke again, it was already a young man's magnetic voice.
"Although you said this appearance is annoying, I still have to listen to you."
Yu Xuening looked at him deeply and smiled lightly, "That's more like it. Okay, go on, what happened next?"
"Later …" Meng Xiaoyao recalled, "After I accepted them as disciples, it didn't take many years for them to become one of the top masters at that time. Those cultivators who mingled in the secular world were no longer their opponents.
I asked them to choose a leader who called himself the Yellow Emperor at that time to assist him, because he was the most outstanding in internal affairs, and helped the Yellow Emperor to unify Hua Xia, finally ending an era of war.
You don't know, my pair of disciples at that time were called Guangchengzi and Nüba. There are still legends about them among the people today. Although the legends are all fabricated stories, they are also immortal figures in the history of Hua Xia today.
Since then, they have replaced me to guard the illusion, the Celestial Demon Formation, and to assist the kings of the past. It's not that they are helping the kings to do anything, but they don't let the cultivators have too much influence on the secular world. "
Yu Xuening listened with interest and seemed to think it was very interesting, so she asked about the past dynasties. Although she occasionally heard some things in the illusion, it was not as vivid as what Meng Xiaoyao said.
The two of them talked one after another, but they seemed to be calm and elegant, not as emotional and uncontrollable as before.
This was not that the two of them were really calm, but at their level, they actually understood each other's thoughts, so it was meaningless to spend time arguing, it was better to get along as much as possible.
After fifty thousand years, after experiencing the vicissitudes of life, all kinds of things in the past were difficult to remember.
The only thing that did not change was that both of them could feel that they had a special place in each other's heart, and that was enough.
They were not ordinary lovers, they loved passionately, they loved each other with feelings and hatred, and they loved each other until the sky fell and the earth cracked.
Perhaps, the plain chat at this time was the most suitable reunion for these two people after a long separation.
For a day and a night, the two people in the wooden house had endless things to talk about.
Yang Yuansu and Li Xuemei did not dare to enter the house for fear of disturbing, so they waited outside. They were actually very surprised that their master, who had always been a man of few words, could talk for so long.
In fact, it was not that Meng Xiaoyao was a man of few words, but it was just like how it was impossible for adults to chat with children. In Meng Xiaoyao's eyes, only people like Yu Xuening were on the same level as him who could talk freely.
At noon the next day, before the two of them came out, someone ran up from under the island.
Yang Yuansu and Li Xuemei saw that the dark-skinned, strong Indian man with a beard was the second son of the Indian chief on the island, Alex.
The Indians here had always regarded Meng Xiaoyao and his disciples as ordinary kind-hearted foreign doctors, and their relationship was very harmonious, especially the chief's family.
"Alex, what's the matter?" Yang Yuansu went forward and asked curiously in English when he saw that Alex was running in a hurry.
"Doctor Yang, it's not good. You should run away by ship from the port in the southwest of the island! A European army has come to the island, and those people want to make this island their garrison!
My father and the elders are negotiating with them, but I'm afraid they won't last long. My father asked me to inform you. Take this opportunity to run away quickly! If we wait until they start robbing and killing, we must fight them to the end, but you shouldn't die here! "
Yang Yuansu and Li Xuemei looked at each other and spread out their Divine Sense to investigate. Sure enough, they found a few more warships in the north. It was just that they didn't pay much attention to it before, so they didn't notice it.
Obviously, this small island in the tropical area was the territory of Jamaica, and Jamaica was unable to protect it. At such a critical moment, it was normal for some European troops to be ordered to seize the last safe gathering place of human beings.
The whole world was in chaos, who would care about the life and death of the Indians on a small island?
It was conceivable that if the two sides fought, the Indians on the island, relying on dozens of guns and some farming tools, would be completely slaughtered.
The two frowned, they didn't know how to deal with it, mainly because Meng Xiaoyao and Yu Xuening hadn't come out yet.
At this time, the two came out of the wooden house, still smiling, and seemed to be chatting very well. The resentment in Yu Xuening's eyes had also dissipated a lot.
However, when Yang Yuansu and Li Xuening saw that Meng Xiaoyao suddenly turned into a young man in his early twenties, they immediately thought that this was the true appearance of their master, so they weren't shocked.
But as an ordinary person, Alex was scared silly. Why did two strange strangers come out?
"Master, Senior." Yang Yuansu and Li Xuemei bowed their heads respectfully.
Without waiting for the two to explain the situation, Meng Xiaoyao nodded and looked at the harbor in the north, "We all heard it …"
"Master, do you need us to take action? I promise not to let the people on the island find out that I did it." Yang Yuansu deliberately spoke in Chinese. He had already planned to sink these European troops directly into the sea without anyone knowing.
However, Meng Xiaoyao said, "No need, since Alex asked us to go, let's go."
"Ah?" Yang Yuansu and Li Xuemei were obviously stunned. Although the life and death of the Indians were small, these people had been friends with them for more than ten years after all, and they were different from other places.
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