I, who was smashed into a girl by a meteorite, turned into a Yuelao?

I always feel that looking for him doesn't seem to solve the problem, so I turned to Lu Li, and I also turned to her to help them advise on the issue of the school celebration.

Unexpectedly, Lu Li would go to Changfei to visit the haunted house, and let them see the specialness of Changfei.

The power of the domain... None of them can reach the level of Chang Fei. The most annoying thing is that this guy is no longer a god, he can only be regarded as a marginal insider.

They didn't need to be wary of him, nor did they need to pretend to be in front of him.

It's just... I can't help but compare, the result is not comparable, not only not, now... it seems that it is more suitable to ask him to handle this painting.

"According to what I know, you are either being persecuted by the spirit of this painting, or you will dream about things related to the painting, or your soul will be drawn, or your power will be absorbed by the painting... Otherwise, you will see some very, very ancient memories that do not belong to your life, and you will have no way of telling which era and place this is."

Fei looked at the tangled expressions on the faces of this group of sophomores, knowing that if he didn't say something today, this group of new gods would definitely not let him leave here with the painting.

Just help them solve their immediate problems first.

After talking about several possibilities, when it came to the last moment, the eyes of the group of new gods changed.

Fei raised his brows, shut up and did not continue. Among the group of new gods, some new gods took the initiative to speak, "Indeed...you will see some strange memories, which don't seem to belong to any dynasty we know. And places...but it doesn't feel like outer space...it feels weird..."

"Do you want to stop this painting from creating illusions for you...or never see those pictures again?" Fei asked, he only said half of what he said, but he didn't want to say the other half at all, because, He didn't want to give them a second option.

Now, every intelligent creature living in this universe has an ancient memory. The risk of fully remembering it is too great, and it may awaken.

Once awakened, they will probably be directly expelled from the universe, and then... they may live a life of extreme pain, or they may be out of their wits.

Therefore, when Fei is speaking, he subconsciously uses some psychological suggestion techniques to guide and hint other people's choices.

"Ah, if it's possible, it would be great if we can no longer see those pictures." Sure enough, among the two options given directly, they chose the goal they wanted to achieve more, and didn't want to detect those pictures The truth behind it.

"OK, I'm the best at this." Fei put on his gloves, just like a surgeon, reached out and pressed the brows of these gods who asked for help. The eyes of these new gods were blank for a moment, and they flicked I found myself unable to recall some of the experiences in my dream.

"Amazing...! How did you do it?" A new god rubbed his temples and exclaimed, "I feel like you have cured me of my headache now...Are you sure you are a human? Not a God of Medicine ?”

"Haha... no." He smiled non-symbolically, and could he tell them that he simply... sealed the gap in their souls?

It's not using his power, but simply using the energy leaked from their own souls.

Maybe the brain hurts because the location of the split soul happens to affect the head.

"Thank you." The other new gods who were affected by the painting thanked each other. Only the descendant of the Seven Fairies still frowned, unwilling to come forward to talk to Fei.

Among so many new gods, she and another descendant of Nuwa are very resistant to the influence of external forces on their memory.

So when Fei approached with gloves on, they took the lead to hide aside and did not receive Fei's "treatment".

Don't embarrass them, after all, not everyone has a strong sense of perception, and there will be a collective awakening after seeing Lu Mei's picture scroll. If it's just a picture, at most it's just a lot of dreams, and the memory is a little confused.

It doesn't matter whether the gods sleep or not, so as long as they don't sleep, they don't have to worry about dreaming.

Look at him, didn't he also come into contact with painting, except for the memory of the Changle clan that appeared at the beginning, didn't he not awaken directly?

These are just some small problems that don't matter if they are cured or not.

"Are you sure you don't want my help?" After accepting the thanks from the new gods, Fei turned his gaze back to the man and woman not far away.

The descendants of the Seven Fairies directly raised their hands, made a crossed costume, and pouted twice, with a serious expression: "I refuse! I can't refuse him to modify my memory over there, you I still have the right to refuse here!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you have the right to refuse." Fei raised his hands in agreement, and turned his gaze to the boy next to him.

The young man was quite handsome, met Shang Fei's gaze, and quickly waved his hands: "Don't bother..."

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The 57th step of becoming Yuelao: Senior Sister, not Senior Brother!

"Okay, I won't bother. Now you don't have any problems, right?" Fei (♂·Changfei) would have expected that there would be a new god's refusal. After all, it can be seen from the attitude shown by the descendants of the Seven Fairies She is very vigilant about her memory.

The other... seems to be... afraid that his privacy will be known to others.

Fei also didn't explain what method he adopted to seal the memory that didn't belong to their life.

After basically solving the little trouble at hand, he turned his attention to painting.

The second-year Xinshen originally thought that the matter would be more complicated and troublesome than rescuing the victims who were trapped a year ago, and it would take a long time, but they never expected that the matter would be resolved in less than half an hour.

Hearing Fei's question suddenly, they looked at each other with a sense of bewilderment.

Seeing this, he first said to his Xinshen classmates: "Apart from Le Zhengchu this time, is there anyone who wants to go with me to have a look?"

"I..." Xiang Xi raised her hand just now, but Fei immediately added: "Forget about the students who went there last time."

Xiang Xi's hand froze in mid-air, and he sent a voice transmission to Mu Yan: "Why do I feel that Chang Fei seems to be a little repulsive to me?"

Mu Yan smiled wryly: "It shouldn't be said to be repulsive, he gave me the feeling that he doesn't want to get too close to others."

Xiang Xi thought about it carefully and sighed, "What is he afraid of?"

Mu Yan: "Maybe... you are a person who likes to enjoy loneliness, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he met Xiang Xi's questioning eyes, recalled Fei's previous actions, and was a little dazed: "Maybe...probably...he doesn't believe in our strength right now? He is growing faster than me. Understood. If... we grow as fast as they do..."

Mu Yan's words did not go on, and he was not sure whether they would grow up as fast as Chang Fei.

Their growth rate is not slow, and in the entire new god circle, they are far faster than other new gods who started together.

"Perhaps... we haven't experienced enough dangers?" Xiang Xi frowned, and suddenly said this.

Mu Yan was startled, recalling what Fei Cong said after seeing the painting, "Perhaps, we can go and have a look in private."

"What do you mean?" Xiang Xi looked back at Mu Yan.

Mu Yan returned to his original gentle demeanor, "Why do you have to go to the previous life with Chang Fei? We can go back alone based on the clues he left."

Xiang Xi slapped both palms, and his eyes lit up. Just as he was about to speak, Fei gave them a meaningful look.

"Discovered?!"

"impossible?"

Both Mu Yan and Xiang Xi were so startled that their hearts skipped a beat.

Did they just speak directly?No, no, right?

The two new gods looked at each other, touched their mouths together, and began to wonder if they were fast-talking, so they spoke out through the sound transmission.

Fei ignored the two new gods who were making small moves behind him, and turned his attention to the second-year immortal brothers and sisters again, "How is it? Have you calmed down? Can we take this painting away now?"

"Yes." The representative of New God, Class [-], Grade [-], looked at the other students, nodded and agreed, "But we hope you can bring back the complete painting when the time comes. After all, this is the relic of our important classmate."

"Don't worry." Fei made an ok gesture and waved to Mu Yan, and the souls of all the gods in the first and second grade Bodhisattva class were immediately brought into the ghost world and the underworld.

The familiar reincarnation well, the familiar amusement park, and the unequal time also let everyone relax and start looking for interesting facilities to play.

Instead of tying the picture scroll to his body, after confirming that no matter how much he moved, the picture scroll would not fall into the well of reincarnation, he took a look and stood beside him, as long as he didn't speak, he looked like a bully The arrogant and dandy Le Zhengchu is a bit funny.

"What are you laughing at..." Feeling Fei's gaze, Le Zhengchu turned his head to ask, but saw that the other party had already jumped down, so he could only stop talking and immediately followed.

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"Wow!" The noise outside woke up the sleeping child lying on the desk. She rubbed her eyes and straightened up. The surrounding scene was still a little blurry. It should be that she pressed her eyes when she was asleep, which caused her to see things now. Somewhat vague.

The child with only one ponytail rubbed his eyes, yawned a little, jumped off his wicker chair, and pushed open the window.

The window sill creaked softly, and it was completely pushed open. The cool breeze blew on the child's cheeks, making it extremely comfortable. Countless figures flew past her, but she lowered her head without any reaction, and continued to reach out to massage her cheeks. eyes.

"Yang Lingge, you're too boring, aren't you?" A boy's helpless yell came from next to her ear, causing the child who was still rubbing her eyes to raise her head again. This time she was a little awake and could see the scenery in front of her clearly.

In front of her, stood a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with the same dress and hair as her. He had red lips, white teeth, white eyelashes and long eyelashes. she.

The child who became Yang Linge yawned again, stepped out, and flew into the air without borrowing anything, and said without any expression on his face, "There's nothing I can do about being bored, I'm too good."

"Don't use such a delicate face to say such unworthy words, you bastard..." When the latter met Yang Lingge's eyes, he couldn't help covering his face with his hands, unwilling to look at Yang Lingge.

Yang Linge was puzzled, and waved her hand in the air, and a water mirror appeared in front of her. In the water mirror, there was a twelfth or thirteen-year-old oval face, with some baby fat on the cheeks, and the facial features hadn't fully developed yet. , but very delicate, she seems to know that she has definitely inherited the advantages of her parents.

Staring at his face for a long time, Yang Linge choked out a sentence: "Naturally beautiful, it's hard to give up... Is it because I am so good-looking that you can't look at me directly? But it's not my fault. Selected."

"Shut up! Don't say such disgusting things with a blank face, bastard!" The boy on the flying sword was almost pissed off by his companion.

Really meow is going to be pissed off!How could someone boast so shamelessly!

Even if it is true, I can't say that about myself!Do you want to nod your face!

"I really don't understand why Master and the others insist on teaching people useless etiquette without enhancing their cultivation." Yang Lingge shook his head, looked at the young man in front of him again, and reminded, "If you really want to follow the etiquette, you have to call I'll call you big sister."

"Brother, okay! Why do you even get this basic etiquette wrong!" The young man's cheeks were flushed with anger, and his voice became louder, but his focus was a bit biased.

Yang Linge was a little confused, "I'm a girl, shouldn't I be called Senior Sister?"

"What on earth made you have the illusion that you are a girl, sir! Master! Brother!" the boy exclaimed angrily, "Do you have a girl's breasts? Do you have a girl's waist? You just have a face like Just a girl, okay! Just because of your appearance, you treat yourself as a girl, brother, your life is too bad!"

Yang Linge opened his mouth, he didn't know how to argue, so he could only scratch his cheek, stopped talking nonsense with the other party, and went directly to the training ground to practice swinging a sword.

She was educated as a boy since she was a child, but her spirituality is very strong, so she also knows very well that she is a girl physically.

But for some reason, no one in their sect thought she was a girl.

Is the chest too flat?

Yang Linge touched her chest. Her chest was indeed very flat, so flat that there was no ups and downs at all, and it was...extremely firm.

This should be the best state to facilitate cultivation, and she doesn't need to reproduce like ordinary humans. The cultivation has also caused the secretion of estrogen in her body to decrease, and the characteristics of girls have degenerated, showing some of the characteristics of boys. A very normal thing, right?

Yang Linge didn't understand, why did she treat her like a big brother without authorization?Didn't Master let them call her Senior Sister, and emphasized to everyone that she is a girl?

She obviously doesn't even have a little brother?Why this unnecessary misunderstanding?

Sweat dripped down, and Yang Linge, who hadn't recovered yet, habitually took off his shirt, bare chested, and continued to swing the long sword in his hand.

"Ah~~~~~Brother is practicing swordsmanship again~!" A group of girls shouted like a nympho from afar, but Yang Lingge didn't hear it at all, "So handsome~!" "Ah~ so embarrassing Oh~!"

"Brother! Let's spar!" Compared to the shyness of the fellow juniors, the eyes of the other juniors were filled with jealousy. They were also shirtless, trying to stretch their muscles and show their masculine side. The senior sisters and junior sisters who watch the big brother can see them.

It's a pity that the muscles of the two sides are completely different. Yang Lingge's muscles are streamlined, and the junior brother who came to Yang Lingge to practice against each other has muscles like stone steel, even if they are not dead muscles. Than, not on the same level at all.

"Okay." Yang Linge agreed to his junior brother's invitation without even thinking about it. Holding the sword in one hand and the gourd in the other, he took a spoonful of water and drank it directly.

The drops of water rolled and slid down their throats, shining brightly under the reflection of the sun, causing countless girls to dream about it.

There was a "plop" sound, and in the long corridor in the distance, a junior sister was fainted by Shuai.

Following the panicked screams of a group of girls, Yang Lingge finally noticed over there, "Huh?" He waved his hand to his junior brother as a pause gesture, and rushed to the place where the female disciples gathered.

Seeing a girl lying on the ground, Yang Linge immediately stepped forward to help the girl up, guided her with his true energy, saw her face softened, immediately picked her up, asked the surrounding female disciples where the fainted girl's room was, and took the girl Flew to her room.

There were bursts of exclamations behind him.

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The 58th step to achieve Yuelao: the might of a thunderbolt

"That...Little Linge? I said, can you...can you be more careful in the future? Can you not show your chest and back in front of other disciples?" It took less than a day for the disciples of the sect to be so handsome that Yang Linge almost went mad , went away like wildfire.

In the master's alchemy room, the master's beautiful cheeks were twitching.

Back then, she was obviously a female disciple!female disciple! ! !How did he grow up so that he became a senior senior brother who was more imposing than all the male disciples in the mouth of other outer disciples? !This kid is only 12 years old!Why are so many girls thinking about her?

Where did your education go wrong?

She obviously educated according to the educational jade slips left by the master?

This child is so cute...

"Master... you... why are you shedding blood and tears? Alright, I promise you, I will never show my chest and back in front of other juniors and sisters again." Yang Lingge looked at it and didn't know what to think, so he stayed after training The blood-tearing master worriedly took out the handkerchief he had prepared with him, and gently wiped his tears for the master who raised him.

The girl's thoughtfulness warmed the head's heart, in terms of gentleness, in terms of sensibility... the daughters of everyone under the mountain and the human world can't compare with this precious apprentice of my own, right?

She taught clearly without any problems!The problem is everyone else!It is absolutely impossible to be the direct disciple of her baby!

In an instant, the head master, who was a bit over the top, cried even more fiercely. Yang Linge spent a long time trying to persuade his stupid master.

After leaving the main hall, he took a look at his men's martial attire, sighed deeply, and went to the hall in charge of distributing the clothes again.

I took the clothes on my body wrong, and I told you about the fact that my female disciple's clothes were given away as male disciples' clothes for some reason, and the disciple in charge of making the clothes showed an expression of disbelief on his face: "Elder brother, Aren't you a man? What kind of clothing do you want for a female disciple?"

"...I'm a woman." Yang Linge emphasized.

The latter stared at Yang Lingge's flat chest for a while, and smiled awkwardly and politely, "Well, I understand, people always have a little bit of special quirk... But in the sect, I hope that you, senior brother, will lead by example. Give the younger brother and younger sister a bad head."

Yang Linge opened his arms and looked at himself: "I wear men's clothing so that I don't spoil my disciple???"