Zhou Yi didn't want to hear any nonsense about Smith and Zhou. But he is now afraid of being a lie because Serena is still controlled by Smith and Zhou. He has to listen to what this guy wants to say.

This was exactly the result Smith Zhou wanted. So he smiled and told his own story directly.

"My story starts many years ago. At that time, the humans in this world were far from what they are today. They did not have the ability to build steel and cement, and could only live in sheds made of wood and thatch. They did not have the ability to make swords and weapons, and could only protect themselves with wood and stones. They had no clothes, but could only wear leaves and animal skins. They had no safe source of food. Apart from collecting some berries and vegetation from the earth, they could only hunt some animals and get some rare meat. I was born in such an era, an era full of tragedy for humans!"

As soon as Smith Zhou said, Zhou Yi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Because these words were so bizarre for him. How old is Smith Zhou? At most, he is only over fifty years old. If he turns back to his age, he is also a person born in the 1980s. People in the 1980s would never live in steel and concrete, or have never seen swords and guns, or even food. What a joke, let alone the United States cannot find such a place, even Africa may not find several such places.

This was clearly joking with him. But now, Zhou Yi didn't have the mood to joke with him. So immediately, he said to Smith Zhou.

"Enough, do you think I will believe you with such nonsense? Smith Zhou, please feel free to your heart. If you want to make up a story to deceive me, at least make up a more real story. Don't think that you say that, I will think you are a prehistoric primitive man!"

"In fact, I am indeed a primitive man." A sentence interrupted Zhou Yi's accusation. Smith Zhou said to him calmly. "I was born in a prehistoric society ten thousand years ago, and in a world that ordinary people could not imagine. Let me tell you this, my son. My origin is much more complicated than you imagine, and my identity is much more special than you know. So, don't put the common sense of ordinary people into me. You and I know that we are not ordinary people. So some things are normal even if they exceed common sense, right? I can assure you that I have not told you any lies in these things."

Smith Zhou's explanation was not completely convinced, but it was enough to temporarily silence Zhou Yi. He was no longer picking on the bones in the eggs, 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 the Yellow River. The old people in our tribe called it the Holy River, or simply called it the mother directly. Because this river really raised us. From the beginning, it provided us with everything we needed in life. Do you know what I like most when I was young? It was to go to the river with my father to catch fish, and then have a good meal of grilled fish. Take the fish I caught back to the tribe and bring it to my mother and my younger brothers and sisters. This was the happiest thing I had at that time. However, this happiness did not last for too long."

"When I was fifteen years old, there was a heavy rain in the sky that I had never seen before. The heavy rain almost seemed to be tilting down from the sky, causing the Yellow River to flood immediately. Our tribe had no resistance to the flooding Yellow River. In just one night, the entire tribe was completely washed away by the rising river water. Dozens of people, except me, including my father and mother, and younger brothers and sisters, were swallowed by the river. Only I, holding a big trunk, was washed downstream by the river water, and rushed into the valley."

A tragic story was told, but Smith Zhou did not show any sad expression on his face. This made people wonder whether he didn't care about these things at all, or whether he had long forgotten the feeling of sadness. Of course, Smith Zhou would not explain this issue at all, he just told his story with a plain expression.

"I am 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 all human beings. Not only mortals like me, but also those mythical gods. The person who saved me was a god."

"He is called Jumang. He is the God of Spring and the God of Wood, which symbolizes the power of the growth of all things. He controls the Fusang tree in Tanggu and is the master of Tanggu. This is a good person, not only because he saved me, but also because he took me as a disciple and taught me how to refine Qi and cultivate immortality."

"Refining Qi and cultivating immortals is a magical technique developed by the ancient gods on this land. It's ridiculous to say that these ancient gods are mostly born and raised in nature. They have already possessed power beyond imagination since they were born. Logically speaking, they don't need to practice at all. But for some reason, these gods made this thing and passed it into the hands of humans without any hesitation. I'm probably the first beneficiaries of humans."

"I practiced in Tanggu for five hundred years and finally became an immortal under the red pine. Because of this, Jumang gave me a name called Chi Songzi. It was from that day that I got rid of the birth, old age, sickness and death of mortals and became a god. A god made by human cultivation."

Speaking of this, Smith Zhou couldn't help but close his eyes, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his face.

"A day of wind is 80,000 miles, and travels to the vast sea of ​​Kunlun. It drives the thunder and lightning all over the world, and dragons gather and tigers sprint to smoke. It is really a pleasure, it is really free. Unfortunately, it is not long, it is not free for a long time. Do you know why? My son?"

Zhou Yi was stunned when he was asked this question suddenly. Although he had completely broken off his relationship with Smith and Zhou, he had to admit that he had indeed developed a lot of interest in the past he mentioned.

The secrets of ancient times are not something that ordinary people can understand. And they are related to this guy, of course, which makes him unable to stop exploring. At this time, he could not control the filth between them, but replied directly to him.

"All seeking is suffering, and no desires are strong. People live in the world with desires and will feel distress. How can they keep going with pleasure? I think you should have encountered something you want but cannot get."

"All seeking is suffering, but no desires are hard. This is true. But do you know what I ask for?"

A wry smile appeared on his face, and Smith Zhou continued with his eyes closed.

"I am the first among mortals to become an immortal. For those mortals, I am already a god and aloof. But for those born gods, I am just an alien. Few people will regard me as a similar type, and for them, I am always a human."

"I never deny this, because even though I had lived for hundreds of years at that time, what I remember most was the days when I was in that small tribe, my father, sister and brother. I can't forget them, so I always want to go back to the tribe and see and miss everything I have lost."

"I went back, but five hundred years have passed too long, and it has grown enough to eliminate everything. My original family had become a country of marsh, and the floods had flooded everything and nothing was left for me. From then on, I realized that I had become a lonely man and a person with nothing. I was unwilling to accept this, so I wanted to get everything I lost again. This made me brave the heavenly rule and penetrate into the human race at that time."

"The innate gods in ancient times established the so-called heavenly court, and the Eight Lords were in charge of everything in the sky and earth. The same is true for gods like me. According to the heavenly rule, gods cannot have too much interaction with the human race. They look down on these mortals and regard them as ants. Therefore, they naturally would 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 my own. So even if I violate the heavenly rule, as long as God does not speak, no one will care about me. And that's it, I have been in the human race for three thousand years."

"You won't imagine how difficult the human race was at that time. Natural disasters and man-made disasters can bring a fatal threat to the existence of the human race. It's okay to say that natural disasters can survive the most difficult times, with the resilience of the human race, it can always survive. However, human disasters are always powerless."

"Do you know what man-made disasters mean at that time? It means that the gods in the sky do not take human life and death into consideration, and the evil gods and demons on the ground are willing to treat humans as blood food. Any god who calls the wind and rain, moves mountains and mountains, can make countless people die in their hands. When the evil gods and demons on the ground are even hungry, they dare to sniff out blood and swallow thousands of people into their stomachs."

"For three thousand years, I have seen countless human races that I have watched grow up die at the hands of these man-made disasters. There are disciples I taught myself and mortals who regard me as faith. I have watched them grow up with my own eyes and die, but I am powerless. Do you know what that feels like?"

"There is no pain, and then the hatred is in the bone marrow. From that time on, 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 and demons cannot bully us. Our human race must be the masters of this world!"

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Chapter completed!