Ling Xuewei never asked about his past and seemed not interested in their future.
Sometimes, Ling Xuewei gave him the feeling that she was like the wind that could disappear at any time, and she didn't know when she would disappear.
There was a layer of uneasiness in Ye Moyan's heart.
Until today, Ye Moyan discovered that she was not uninterested.
"I just think that when you want to say it, you will naturally say it."
Ling Xuewei felt a little guilty.
Ye Moyan naturally noticed it, but he didn't reveal it. He hugged her and sat on him.
Ling Xuewei held Ye Moyan's hand back and stared at him, "Are you willing to say it now?"
"What do you want to know?"
"What is your past like?" Ling Xuewei asked cautiously.
Ye Moyan stroked her back and said lightly, "It's boring. Are you sure you want to listen?"
"Um!"
"Actually, it's very simple. I was born in a small, remote country. My parents were members of the royal family there. However, their cultivation was not high and their lifespan was limited. They are no longer alive today. After I was born, I followed my master to travel abroad and rarely went back. Later,
After they passed away, I left completely and followed Master to practice..."
Ling Xuewei listened quietly, but she couldn't hide her surprise.
The royal family of a small country? Parents?
It can be heard from Ye Moyan's mouth that he was born in the God Realm and has even lived here for many years.
But he clearly came to the God Realm three years ago, so what's going on?
Sure enough, someone had tampered with his memory!
But who could this person be?
How is it done?
Is Ye Moyan's amnesia related to this person?
Ling Xuewei's heart was full of doubts. She calmed down and then asked, "Your master?"
"Well, he is also known as Jiuhe Sanren. I will take you to meet him when you have time." Ye Moyan rubbed her head.
Ling Xuewei was shocked.
The drunken people are scattered!
This name is astonishing!
It can be said that no one in the God Realm does not know him!
Since the creation of Hongmeng, the world of gods was first established. He became famous all over the world during the war between the gods. Later, he single-handedly founded the Holy Blue Academy and taught Emperor Xuan and Emperor Bai. It can be said that in terms of prestige, strength, and status, the entire god
There are only a handful of people in the world who can compare with him.
He is a great power in the divine world, a giant with a world-wide mind and high moral prestige. He is a man who is yearned for and revered by gods in the hearts of countless monks. Although he is now living in seclusion and avoids the world most of the time, his status in people's hearts has not diminished at all.
He only had two apprentices in his life, Emperor Bai and Emperor Xuan.
The two people back then were also world-famous heroes, as you can tell by looking at their status now. However, in the thousand years since then, Jiuhe Sanren has never accepted a disciple again, until today.
She only knew about these things when she heard Su Yuanzhi and Bai Lichen talk about them. She also heard a little bit about Ye Moyan being Jiuhe Sanren's disciple.
There are quite a few people who know about this, but no one dares to discuss it openly.
At least before Ye Moyan took over as the dean of Holy Blue Academy, the world had a lot of doubts about this matter, but after that, no one dared to say anything.
"Over the years, I have been traveling with Master. However, Master is mostly idle and likes to be at ease. He often disappears for three to five years, sometimes even seven or eight years. This time, he has been out for three years. I don't know when.
return."
"Wait a minute, you said seven or eight years? How old...are you now?" Ling Xuewei couldn't help but interrupt him.
Ye Moyan raised his eyebrows, "One hundred and ninety-three."
Ling Xuewei, "..."
Are you sure you remember correctly?
Not only had her memory been tampered with, but her age had also inexplicably increased by more than 160 years. How should she complain?
Ling Xuewei's silence obviously caused Ye Moyan to misunderstand.
Her waist tightened, and she looked into his deep and dangerous eyes, "Do you mind?"
"What?"
"age."
Only then did Ling Xuewei react, and she immediately couldn't laugh or cry.
But seeing Ye Moyan's serious look, he couldn't help but want to tease him.
"Thinking about it, you are indeed a bit old. I am only in my twenties and you are nearly two hundred years older than me. It's really a bit..."
"It's not two hundred, it's one hundred and seventy."
Ye Moyan interrupted her with a serious expression.
This number is quite realistic.
"Isn't this pretty much the same?"
"It's a lot different."
The two stared at each other.
For a moment, Ling Xuewei couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Ouch, her man is so cute! Why is he so cute?
"I'm kidding you, do you really believe it? Hahaha..."
Ye Moyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He tightened his arms to trap her in his arms, flicked her forehead, and said in a deep tone, "Is that funny?"
Ling Xuewei was aroused, and her sixth sense was very keen to detect the dangerous atmosphere.
Busy making quail shapes, "I was wrong."
This speed of admitting mistakes is absolutely impressive. His face is honest, but there is a fox-like cunningness in his lowered eyes.
Ye Moyan had no choice but to tap the tip of her nose, with an inexplicable hint of indulgence.
From an angle that he couldn't see, Ling Xuewei stuck out her tongue.
But having said that, not only has this memory been tampered with, but it has also been over a hundred years old. I wonder what his expression will be like when he remembers everything in the future.
Ling Xuewei's eyes narrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but sigh heavily in her heart.
Who poured these memories into his mind?
Is it that Jiuhe Sanren?
After all, such a huge and detailed memory is not something ordinary people can achieve. If you are not careful, your mental strength will collapse.
"Do you remember the past clearly? Is there any difference from now? How does it compare with those isolated fragments?" Ling Xuewei asked carefully.
"What's wrong today? Are you so curious about me all of a sudden?"
Ling Xuewei rolled her eyes and glared at him, "What's wrong? I can't ask anymore? Say it quickly!"
A menacing look.
Ye Moyan chuckled, but followed her, "I don't think there's anything special about it. A cultivator's time flies by in a blink of an eye. When he opens his eyes again, hundreds of years may have passed. If you want to say it's different..."
His eyes slowly fell on Ling Xuewei, and stars seemed to flash through his eyes.
At that moment, Ling Xuewei seemed to hear her own heartbeat.
"Wha, what?"
Ye Moyan leaned on the chair, his pupils as dark as the deep sea, as if he wanted to devour people. His thin lips curved slightly, and when he looked at Ling Xuewei, she felt like she was wrapped in deep affection.
I'm afraid no one can survive three seconds under Ye Moyan's gaze.
No, it’s not difficult even for a second!
Ling Xuewei felt that this man seemed to have a kind of magic power. He was very noble in his movements, but he was also like a demon that brought trouble to the world. People were attracted to him and fascinated by him.
Who says that only women can bring trouble to the world?
The man in front of me was even more generous.
Although he can't remember his past, his popularity has skyrocketed!
Maybe Ling Xuewei was slightly immune to him before, but now...
