Deng Ru said this as if he was meeting old friends again.
"...I do remember some things, but not much."
Mr. Xu didn't have the kind of feeling described in those novels, of breaking free from the old shackles and finally realizing who he was today.
He just felt that there were a lot of memories in his mind that did not belong to him.
Well, that's weird.
But at least, he, Xu Feihong, is still he, Xu Feihong.
"Hahaha, this is normal, and it's what I did on purpose. Old Taoist friend, your memory naturally can't be restored in an instant. That would break your soul. You need to slowly rely on your own practice to regain your own memories."
Deng Ru is talking nonsense.
He himself doesn't believe such words.
When Mr. Xu gradually improves his cultivation, he will find out.
Damn it, I’ve been fooled by this little bastard named Deng Ru for more than a month.
In more serious cases, they may have been fooling people for dozens or even hundreds of years.
But that is not important, however, Old Xu was indeed able to embark on the path of cultivation because of this.
There is no free lunch in this world.
Old Xu obtained the immortality that everyone envied.
Well, there's nothing wrong with helping Deng Ru teach the little ants and doing some work, right?
With a lifespan of eight thousand years, after teaching these little ants how to build houses, Old Xu can do whatever he wants, whether it is to experience the customs and habits of another world, or to cultivate himself to live as long as the heaven and earth.
Deng Ru ignored him.
This is undoubtedly a very good deal for Mr. Xu.
Eight thousand years is enough time for Mr. Xu to study all kinds of ancient buildings that he likes, and even to make the most of them.
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