"oh."
Wait, what did Xiao Han call me?
Lord He Ma?
It feels so strange, but it clearly sounds familiar. Where have you heard it before?
Meng Fei searched for information in his mind.
There was no bell in Xiao Han's hand. Instead, a huge copper bell was placed next to the pillow where Meng Fei slept.
So much information...
Xiao Han from a thousand years ago could also control objects with his thoughts?
What about Ai Ting?
Since he could meet Xiao Han who had the same superpower a thousand years ago, then Ai Ting should also have been there a thousand years ago.
At this time, he keenly noticed his bed. The pillows were two pillows, and the quilt was wide enough. It was obviously a quilt for two people.
It's just that the person next to me got up first and didn't know where to go.
"Where's Ai Ting?"
he asked without thinking.
"Ai Ting?"
Xiao Han asked back in surprise.
Meng Fei patted the pillow next to him:
"Didn't Ai Ting get up first?"
Xiao Han's cheeks suddenly turned red, she covered her face with her hands, and said half complaining and half angrily:
"I'm afraid you're still in your dream and haven't woken up, right?
"Who is Ai Ting? Hey, it seems to be another girl's name.
"Isn't this my pillow?
"I got up early. But who is this you are calling?"
Sleeping in the same bed?
And the maid?
Hold the grass!
Is this illegal?
A thousand years ago, the person who slept with him was not Ai Ting, but Xiao Han?
Then if Ai Ting was like him and came through with memories, wouldn't she immediately use her super power to crush him into a pulp instantly?
No, no, no, that's unreasonable.
If time is spiral, then his wife in that life after a thousand years will be Ai Ting, then his wife in this life should also be Ai Ting, right?
How come there is a substitution?
Could it be that he was Xiao Han in one life, Ai Ting in another life, or even Suzaku in another life, or Qingqing in another life?
If it is an infinite loop like this, it is also considered a spiral, right?
This idea is just too confusing.
Wait, He Ma...
He suddenly remembered.
An Sheng told him, who was the great theologian who proposed the "enshrinement hypothesis" who was finally sacrificed to God and then disappeared without a trace?
Why?
Why did I become He Ma when I went back a thousand years ago?
this means……
Meng Fei looked for a mirror or something similar to a mirror indoors, but there was none. So he rushed out of the room.
This is a wooden house. Not only the corridor, but also his bed are made of logs about the thickness of a bowl, which look simple and heavy.
As soon as he reached the door, he met Xiao Han who had just left the room and brought back a basin of water from outside.
"Sir, I see you are not very awake yet. Wash your face well."
"Water? That's good."
The sky outside is blue and the sun is shining brightly.
He placed the washbasin on the corridor floor and waited for the water to calm down. Then he squatted down and looked carefully at his face as the water calmed down.
"Fortunately, I was right."
Like Xiao Han now, his appearance is not exactly the same, but he can still tell at a glance that this is him.
Whether it is the Meng Fei in his real previous life, the Meng Fei who traveled to Qingmang Country, or the current person, they are like the same person in different fonts.
The most important thing is that they all have the same youthful spirit, handsome faces with elegant lines and clear outlines!
What horse?
Some memories began to pop up in his mind.
His thoughts are gradually becoming clearer.
This is not time travel, it is fundamentally different from the first time he traveled to Wutong City in the Qingmang Republic.
This is when he entered the vortex of time and space and returned to a thousand years ago. He Ma now is the same person he was a thousand years ago.
In other words, He Ma a thousand years ago was one of his previous lives?
Considering that He Ma's appearance is so similar to his, and that they are both heavily favored by gods and both desire the "consecration hypothesis", this is entirely possible.
Some of Hema's own memories also began to merge in his mind.
The woman who looked exactly like Xiao Han in front of her was indeed Xiao Han's previous life. Not only was she not called Xiao Han at this time, she didn't even have a surname, she was only called Xiao Luo.
Falling, falling, falling.
Xiaoluo was not a Qingmang person, but a child of the Southern Barbarian alien race that He Ma carried out from among the dead on the battlefield. Xiaoluo was only seven years old that year.
Of course, now she's twenty.
The so-called people who are not of my race must have different minds. During this period, there were constant wars between the Qingmang Divine Kingdom and many foreign races in the south, and they were extremely wary.
No foreigner can obtain a legal status in Qingmang Country and can only exist as a slave.
So she has been the maid of this master of theology since she grew up.
What about sleeping in the same bed?
Meng Fei thought to himself: This is not my fault, but He Ma's.
He scratched his head.
He is not He Ma, he is Meng Fei. He just traveled here to complete a mission. He will leave after completing his mission.
So, what does it have to do with whether He Ma made mistakes a thousand years ago?
After thinking of a lot of reasons to explain to Ai Ting, he reached into the washbasin and picked up water to wash his face.
It was probably the sultry weather in July, and the cool water cheered him up immediately.
"You can't clean yourself like this, I'll do it."
Xiaoluo took a cloth and soaked it, then wiped his face carefully, even behind his ears, until his face was clean and spotless.
"That's pretty much it."
She put her hands behind her back, admired it proudly, then left with the cloth, but immediately ran back.
"Hurry up and get breakfast and rush over. The patients can't wait for a long time."
Xiaoluo stuffed something warm into his hand. It was a palm-sized thing wrapped in a large leaf.
Zongzi?
Sticky rice chicken?
After opening it, there was a fragrant and glutinous rice-like food with the aroma of barbecue. Meng Fei walked into the yard of his house while chewing.
His yard has long been filled with people.
The people lined up out of his yard in a winding, gut-like curve.
One hundred people in total. According to Hema's rules, he sees a hundred patients every day.
Probably because it was three o'clock in the morning and he was still late, the yard was noisy and full of people.
"Quiet, quiet! The miracle doctor is here, the miracle doctor is here!"
After someone shouted a few words, the whole courtyard was silent.
He Ma does nothing else every day except treating people.
This is the southern border of Qingmang Divine Kingdom, a wild and forested area. Not to mention miraculous doctors, even witch doctors who can perform great dances are rare.
With He Ma, the miracle doctor who can cure all diseases, there is no business. All tribes and races from hundreds of miles around come and line up every day.
Meng Fei was sitting in a quiet room that smelled of wood, behind a table made of split and polished wood.
While nibbling the rice dumplings wrapped by Xiaoluo, he said:
"Okay, let him go."
