Chapter 1365: Past Years - Human Race Story

Zhou Yi didn't want to hear a word about Smith Zhou's nonsense. But he is now wary, because Serena is still controlled by Smith Zhou, he has to listen to what this guy wants to say.

This is exactly what Smith Zhou wanted. So he smiled and went straight to his story.

"My story begins many years ago. At that time, human beings in this world were far from what they are today. They were unable to build reinforced concrete, and could only live in sheds made of wood and thatch. They have no ability to make swords and weapons, and can only hold wood and stones to protect themselves. They have no clothes, only covered with leaves and animal skins. They have no safe source of food, except for some berry vegetation collected from the earth. Only by desperately can you hunt some animals and get some rare meat. I was born in such an era, an era full of tragedies for human beings!"

As soon as Smith Zhou's words started, Zhou Yi couldn't help raising his eyebrows. Because these words are too bizarre for him. How old is Smith Zhou? He is only in his fifties now. Back when I was in my fifties, I was born in the 1980s. People in the 1980s would have never lived in reinforced concrete, seen swords and guns, or even found food. What a joke, don't say that the United States can't find such a place, even Africa may not find a few such places.

It's clear that he was joking with himself. But now, Zhou Yi is not in the mood to joke with him. So immediately, he said this to Smith Zhou.

"Enough, do you think I will believe you in such nonsense? Smith Zhou, please take your time. If you want to make up a story to deceive me, at least make up a real story. Don't think you are so Say, I'll think you're a prehistoric hominid!"

"In fact, I am indeed a primitive man." One sentence interrupted Zhou Yi's accusation, and Smith Zhou Bo said to him calmly. "I was born in a prehistoric society 10,000 years ago, in a world that ordinary people can't even imagine. Let me tell you this, my son. My origins are more complicated than you can imagine, and my identity is also more complex than What you know is much more special. So, don’t put ordinary people’s common sense on me. You and I both know that we are not ordinary people. So even if some things are beyond common sense, it’s normal, isn’t it? I can I assure you that I have not lied to you about these matters."

Smith Zhou's explanation was not completely convincing, but it was enough to make Zhou Yi temporarily silent. He didn't continue to nitpick, so Smith Zhou naturally continued to tell his own story.

"I was born in a small tribe located in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River. At that time, the Yellow River was not yet the Yellow River. The elders in our tribe called it the Holy River, or simply called it the mother. Because this river did nurture us. From the very beginning,

Just give us everything we need in life. You know what my favorite thing was when I was little? It is to go to the river with my father to catch fish, and then have a good meal of grilled fish. Take the fish my father and I caught back to the tribe, to my mother and my brothers and sisters. This was the happiest thing I was doing at that time. However, this happiness didn't last long. "

"When I was fifteen years old, there was a heavy rain that I had never seen before. The heavy rain, almost as if the Milky Way was tilting down from the sky, caused the Yellow River to flood immediately. Our tribe faced the flooding The Yellow River has no resistance at all. In just one night, the entire tribe has been completely washed away by the rising river. Dozens of people, except me, including my father and mother, the brothers and sisters We were all swallowed by the river. Only I, holding a big tree trunk, was washed downstream by the river, into Tanggu."

There was a tragic story in his mouth, but Smith Zhou didn't show any sadness on his face. This makes people wonder whether he doesn't care about these at all, or he has already forgotten the feeling of sadness. Of course, Smith Zhou would not give any explanation to this question, he just told his story with a flat expression.

"I was very lucky, because the people in Tanggu saved me. As a big city on the coast of the East China Sea at that time, Tanggu was a holy place for the entire human being. Not only mortals like me lived here, but also the gods in mythology .And the person who saved me is a god."

"His name is Jumang. He is the god of spring and wood, symbolizing the power of all things to grow. He controls the hibiscus tree in Tanggu and is the owner of Tanggu. This is a good man, not only because he saved me, but also It’s also because he took me in as a disciple and taught me how to refine qi and cultivate immortality.”

"Refining qi and cultivating immortals is a thaumaturgy developed by the ancient gods in this land. It is ridiculous to say that most of these ancient gods are born with a supernatural power. The power beyond imagination. It stands to reason that they don’t need to practice at all. But for some reason, these gods just made this kind of thing. And passed it on to human beings without any scruples. I probably Even if it is the first batch of beneficiaries among human beings."

"I practiced in Tanggu for five hundred years, and finally became an immortal under the red pine. Because of this, Gou Mang named me Chisongzi. And it was from that day that I got rid of the Overcoming the birth, old age, sickness and death of mortals, he became a god. A god made by human cultivation."

Having said this, Smith Zhou couldn't help closing his eyes, and a nostalgic look appeared on his face.

"The wind blows 80,000 miles a day, and you travel to Kunlun and the sea at night. Drive the lightning and drive the electricity all over the world, and the dragons gather and the tigers gallop in the smoke. It's really a joy, it's really a joy. Unfortunately, the joy won't last long, and the joy won't last long. You know Is this because of something, my son?"

Suddenly being asked such a question, Zhou Yi was taken aback. Although he had completely severed the relationship with Smith Zhou, he had to admit that he had indeed developed a lot of interest in the past he said.

The secrets of the ancient times, this is not something ordinary people can understand. And it was still related to this guy, of course it made him want to explore uncontrollably. At this time, he couldn't control the filth between them anymore, but replied directly to him.

"Wanting is suffering, and wanting is hard. People have desires in this world, and they will feel distressed. How can they be happy all the time. I think you should have met what you want but can't get. "

"Wishing is suffering, but not wanting is tough? It's true. But, do you know what I'm asking for?"

With a wry smile on his face, Smith Zhou continued with his eyes closed.

"I am the first among mortals to cultivate into a fairy. To those mortals, I am already a fairy, and I am already aloof. But to those natural gods, I am just a different kind. Few people will regard me as a I'm of the same kind, and to them, I'm still human."

"I will never deny this, because even though I had lived for hundreds of years at that time, the deepest memory in my memory is the days when I was in that small tribe with my father, parents, sisters and brothers. I will never forget They, so I always want to go back to the original tribe to see, and go there to miss everything I lost."

"I went back, but five hundred years is too long, long enough to eliminate everything. My original home has been reduced to a flood country, and the flood has submerged everything, and nothing is left for me. Since then, I I realized that I had become a loner, a person with nothing. I was not reconciled to this, so I wanted to regain everything I lost. And this made me risk my life and go deep into the human race at that time .”

"The innate gods in ancient times established the so-called Heavenly Court, and the eight masters are in charge of everything in the sky and the earth. The same is true for gods like me, and according to the rules of heaven, gods cannot have too much intersection with human race. They look down on these things Ordinary people regard them as ants. So they naturally will not allow the people around them to deal with a group of ants. But I am an exception, because I have never been regarded as their own by them. So even if I disobeyed God, as long as God doesn't speak, no one will take care of me. And that's it, I stayed among the human race for three thousand years."

"You wouldn't have imagined how difficult the life of the human race was at that time. Natural disasters and man-made disasters, everything can bring a deadly threat to the existence of the human race. Natural disasters are okay, as long as you can survive the most difficult time The resilience of the human race can always survive. But the human race is always helpless in man-made disasters."

"Do you know what man-made disasters meant at that time? It means that the gods in the sky don't care about human life and death, and the fierce gods and demons on the ground wantonly eat human beings as blood. Any god can call the wind and rain, move mountains and mountains, They can make countless people die in their hands. And the vicious gods and monsters on the ground are even more hungry, they dare to open their mouths of blood and swallow thousands of people into their stomachs."

"For three thousand years, I have seen countless human races that I watched grow up die at the hands of these man-made disasters. There are disciples I taught myself, and there are mortals who enshrine me as a belief. I watched them grow up with my own eyes. Big, watching them die, but I can't do anything about it. Do you know what it's like?"

"It hurts so much, and then I hate to the bone. Since then, I have made up my mind that I must strengthen the human race. I must make the human race a race that no one can bully in this world. Even those gods, those Even monsters cannot bully us, we humans must be the masters of this world!"