Time is the most ruthless, at the age of twenty-two, Huang Yi traveled the world with a few cronies, traveled north and south, worn out dozens of pairs of shoes, and met the master at the age of twenty-six. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He still remembered the boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a childish appearance, a deep temperament, and eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts and see through everything.

It was a cloudy day.

He inquired that Master didn't like too many people, so several of his cronies stayed in another village, and he walked up to Master alone with a self-defense knife. It was already dark, and the people who could see it were not very clear, and it was reasonable to say that it was impossible to see a person's eyes in that environment, but he still remembered that Master's eyes were deeper than the night.

Maybe it was a delusion, the next day when he saw a teenager, he said this to himself, but after a few questions from the master, he still had the cheekiness to stay.

Crazy, he told himself, looking at a few young people who were apprenticed with him, and he thought to himself, too, they were crazy.

The second time they met, he was already in his prime, but his family was ruined, he was hated by blood, and he was chased and beaten like a dog. When he felt that he was going to die in the dark dungeon, he saw those eyes, and in the dark dungeon, he saw through the dark eyes.

Master should have been twenty-one or twelve years old that year, but he still looked seventeen or eighteen years old, exactly the same as when we first met.

After staying with the master for three years, and then he left with an ambition and full of hatred, and that day he used the knife that the master gave him to build for three years, and carefully sharpened the knife for seven years, and cut off a piece of the flesh of the Qing Dynasty. Then, stir up the world, rise up in all directions, and open a new era.

Now, in the eighth year of his reign, he is forty-eight years old, and for fifteen years, he has devoted himself to great causes, and he has not met Master again.

Every year, there are a lot of letters, and when a country is established, there are always all kinds of problems, and every time he writes them down and sends them to the Master. Few were answered, often in encouraging words, and he was reprimanded when he wrote his letters too often. Still, he enjoyed it.

In the eyes of others, he is like a towering tree, which is the support of everyone, always standing straight and never falling.

But he is a human being, a person of flesh and blood and feelings, who will be frightened, nervous and insomnia, tired and want to give up, and he knows that he can't bear the expectations of tens of millions of people. He wanted revenge, he wanted to shake off the heavy burden that was pressing her breathless—a sea of blood feud, but he was carrying an even heavier burden, the weight of a country!

He survived, step by step, and slowly he grew up and became the support of the people of a country. Because in the bottom of his heart, he knew that he was not alone, and he believed that when he was really in a desperate situation, the master would never let it go, so he tried his best at all times, and walked on without doubt, and walked through the road.

This was the first meeting in fifteen years.

Surprise, consternation or something, the moment he saw the master, there was emotion, but in the end he accepted it calmly.

In the twenty-two years since they first met, he has changed from a young man to an old man with wrinkles on his face. Master and Master are still seventeen or eighteen years old, with smooth, white and energetic skin, and an unchanging voice, telling him that it is not only a way to maintain health, but a real immortality.

There was an unexpected and reasonable feeling in my heart, how could ordinary people be so powerful, how could they be almost omniscient, Master and Master were not mortals.

Probably, when they met for the first time, Master and Master had already lived for I don't know how many years.

"You're old. Xia Yu looked at Huang Yi, who was already wearing half of his white hair before he reached fifty, and his mood was complicated.

The young man who was in the prime of life, kicked out by him, and vowed to create a career, seemed to be still in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, the man's figure became rickety, his face was wrinkled, and his hair turned white...... The change is too fast, probably the pressure of a country is too great, and it is also related to the overdraft of the body that year when he was hunted down, Huang Yi grew old early, and he was so old that Xia Yu couldn't recognize it at once.

Earth, Xiuzhen Realm, Kyushu World, he actually lived for many years.

But before, he had never realized so bluntly that the people around him would age so simply. For more than ten years, for him and Yu Mingke, there is not much concept, their faces and hearts are not old. In their eyes, the other party is not much different from the students in school, this is the mentality of cultivators.

And mortals, more than ten years are enough for young people to become prime, prime-aged to old, and old to loess.

Huang Yi looked at the master who was full of emotion, touched the folds on his face, and said with a smile: "The years are urging people to grow old, I made a big oath in front of you back then, and now the great cause has not been accomplished, although the heart is not old, people have grown old......

"This time, your master and I will stay here, and I will help you take care of your body and ensure that you can live to be at least eighty or ninety years old. Xia Yu directly explained the intention.

In this era of average age of more than forty years, living to the age of sixty is considered a very long life, a guarantee that can live to the age of eighty or ninety, no matter how powerful a doctor can do, but Huang Yi did not have the slightest doubt. Not to mention seeing the ageless face of the master and the mother, even before he saw it, he was sure that the master had such ability.

The temptation of immortality is huge, especially the emperor who stands at the pinnacle of power, Huang Yi is not unmoved, wanting to find out the secret of his master's immortality.

But in the next moment, seeing Master's eyes that saw through everything, as if he were the embodiment of wisdom, all his desires and ambitions were extinguished. He knew that in three years, the master could casually shape a person, and his achievements over the years were probably not a great thing in the eyes of the master.

He was extremely sure that if his master wanted to compete for the world, then there would be absolutely nothing to do with them in this world.

If Master wanted to take someone's life, absolutely no one would survive Master's hands.

In a few years, he left an indelible lofty figure in his heart, the miracle of being controlled by the master seen in the underground palace, and the face of immortality for decades...... Everything, combined into a vague untouchable figure.

People are complex creatures, Huang Yi has bad thoughts, and his feelings for Xia Yu are not deep, and the moral danger of interests and feelings is feasible...... After the game in his head, Huang Yi wisely put down all his thoughts and honestly put himself in the position of an apprentice.

Huang Yi concealed these changes in his heart very well, but in Xia Yu's eyes, he could see them clearly.

Xia Yu's expression did not change at all, and there was no sadness or anything like that, for more than ten years, how could a person who sat on the throne of God still be as simple as he once was. As long as Huang Yi doesn't take any action, Xia Yu can tolerate it, but if he really wants to do something, he won't be polite.