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Luo Qianyu entered this small village with a bamboo basket on his back, and he lived in this small village in a daze. But not only did Luo Qianyu himself not find anything wrong with such a weird thing, but the people in the village seemed to also
I'm used to it. I don't feel any resistance to him as a stranger. On the contrary, everyone is like an old neighbor who has been with him for decades, and they will greet each other warmly when they meet.
After living there for several years, Luo Qianyu completely integrated into this small village and even got married and had children.
As the family burden increased, Luo Qianyu had to start hunting in the mountains to support his family. He was just like an ordinary person, leaving early and coming back late every day. He worked diligently and only hoped that everyone in his family could live a better life.
More than ten years passed by in a blink of an eye, and Luo Qianyu's children also grew up. The eldest was a boy who followed a hunter in the village, and the second daughter also married into another village.
Everything seems to be harmonious and beautiful, but every time Luo Qianyu wakes up from his dreams at midnight, he keeps asking himself: "Where do I come from, and where have my previous memories been lost?"
No one could tell him the answer, so Luo Qianyu could only live in confusion.
In the blink of an eye, there were only him and his wife in the house again. The two depended on each other and lived an ordinary but warm life.
Time flies, and it has been more than thirty years since Luo Qianyu came to this village. Luo Qianyu, who is fifty years old, has gray hair on his temples and a heavy back. His wife passed away a few years ago, and this
The home became the same as it was at the beginning, it was empty and he was the only one.
It's just that he is no longer the young man who just came here.
Whenever a person sits in a quiet courtyard, Luo Qianyu can't help but think, "Where do I come from? Why do I have no memory at all before coming to this village?" His cloudy eyes were filled with pain.
Decades have passed by in a hurry, but no answer can be found.
He stroked the bamboo basket in front of him and calmed down a little, "I have only had this bamboo basket with me for decades, but I can't even open the lid. I can feel that there is something important to me in it.
, but what’s the use if it can’t be opened.” Luo Qianyu could only sigh helplessly.
This bamboo basket was woven by Luo Qianyu from gold-leaf bamboo, and some of the building techniques that Luo Qianyu realized were added to it. Not to mention that Luo Qianyu is just an ordinary person now, but he used to have the fourth level of mortal transformation. If he didn't
It cannot be opened by building methods.
Thinking about how Lin Qian, who had the eighth level of metamorphosis, was helpless against Luo Qianyu's wooden house that also incorporated the art of architecture, we can see how strong his defense was.
"Now that my children have married and started a business, and I am alone, I might as well leave this place. Maybe the answers I need can be found elsewhere to know where I come from."
Carrying the bamboo basket behind her back again, Luo Qianyu's old body swayed slowly towards the outside of the village.
Just like when they came, one person came and another person left again. No matter when he came or when he left, no one was disturbed.
After Luo Qianyu left, the people in this village continued as usual, running around for three meals every day. It seemed that from the moment Luo Qianyu decided to leave, Luo Qianyu was no longer in their minds.
His body was already aging, and it was extremely difficult for Luo Qianyu to walk. It was just the persistence in his bones that kept him from stopping, and he disappeared at the end of the distant mountains with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
The village where Luo Qianyu had lived for decades gradually became hazy, like a mirage slowly shattering and disappearing.
Traveling all the way through mountains and rivers, Luo Qianyu didn't know how far he had gone. He only had one thought in his mind, don't stop and keep moving forward. It seemed that only in this way could he eliminate some of the pain that he didn't know where he came from.
On this day, Luo Qianyu came to a canyon.
After watching for a while, Luo Qianyu continued to move forward with heavy steps. However, when he reached the middle of the canyon, Luo Qianyu saw a man dead on the roadside.
The clothes this man was wearing made Luo Qianyu feel familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before. Suddenly, Luo Qianyu's eyes fell on the cuffs of the clothes, where there was a small silver sword embroidered on it.
"This person should have something to do with me, but I still can't remember any relevant information." Luo Qianyu held his aching head in his hands, and after a long while, he slowly returned to normal.
"Since I met you, I can't let you be exposed in the wilderness. It doesn't matter whether we knew each other before or not." With a slight sigh, Luo Qianyu began to dig the grave with difficulty.
After burying this person who might know him, Luo Qianyu continued on the road. This journey lasted for many days, until Luo Qianyu came to a small hill.
When Luo Qianyu arrived here, he could no longer walk. His old body was leaning on a small tree as thick as an arm, and he could only open his mouth and gasp loudly.
"Is this my burial place? It's a pity that I haven't found an answer yet." Luo Qianyu, whose heart was full of helplessness and unwillingness, just leaned against a small tree and closed his eyes. Maybe there would be another person passing by.
Let him rest in peace, maybe...
Luo Qianyu's first life passed by in such an ordinary way.
In the second life, Luo Qianyu became a wealthy young man. He lived a luxurious life with clothes on his hands and food on his hands every day. He spent money like water and spent every day in a state of drunkenness and dreams.
In the first life, Luo Qianyu at least knew that his previous memories were lost. He wanted to retrieve his previous memories and know where he came from. So after decades of doing nothing, Luo Qianyu embarked on a journey to find his memories.
itinerary.
But in the second life, Luo Qianyu was born in ten months of pregnancy by his mother in this life. His memory started from ignorance, and some simple scenes that appeared in his memory were all things that happened after he was a child.
In this life, Luo Qianyu didn't have the slightest doubt about his life experience, and he no longer had a headache about where he came from, just because he didn't know that he still had some long-lasting memories sealed in the deepest part of his soul.
The same life was repeated every day, until one day, Luo Qianyu picked up a strange bamboo basket when he went out to play. The first time he saw this bamboo basket, Luo Qianyu fell in love with it.
However, what surprised him was that no matter what he did, he could not open the bamboo basket.
In the end, Luo Qianyu gave up the idea of opening the bamboo basket and just placed it in his bedroom as a decoration.
Then, the past life began to appear in Luo Qianyu's body like reincarnation, one day, one month, one year. The cycle continued endlessly.
It's like a circle with no beginning and no end, and he lives in this circle.
Luo Qianyu's life of drunkenness and dreams lasted for sixteen years. In the seventeenth year, the family suddenly experienced serious changes. Both his parents died unexpectedly, and the family property was occupied by others.
The confused Luo Qianyu was kicked out of the home where he had lived for more than ten years and lived on the street. He only held in his arms the bamboo basket that others looked down upon.
The wealthy life was gone forever, and Luo Qianyu could only beg on the street. He had tasted all the warmth and coldness of the world, and seen all the hardships of the world. He cried and cursed, but in the end nothing could be changed.
He has enjoyed a prosperous life, and he has also experienced a poor life. On this day, Luo Qianyu, who was standing on the street, finally woke up.
So, on a stormy night, Luo Qianyu quietly sneaked back to his previous home, relying on the familiar route in his memory.
Find the bully who caused his parents to die and took over his family property. While he was sleeping, Luo Qianyu used the bamboo basket that had been with him to beat him to death. Then he laughed and hit his head against the wall, stained with blood.
The bamboo basket looks particularly sad and beautiful.
Although he was dead, Luo Qianyu's mouth showed a smile of relief.
Another life passes by in a hurry.
In the third life, Luo Qianyu was born into a family of cultivators.
There are many people in the family, and everyone is exploring the elusive and unknowable way of heaven, and wants to seek immortality. However, the journey of cultivation is so difficult, many people have fallen on the road of seeking the way, unable to appreciate the peak scenery.
Here, Luo Qianyu is a rare genius in the family for thousands of years. His cultivation has been going smoothly and he has made rapid progress.
Therefore, many tribesmen could not help but place their hopes on him. They were unable to reach the peak and seek true immortality, so they could only place all their hopes on Luo Qianyu.
Luo Qianyu lived up to expectations. After practicing for more than two thousand years, he finally stood at the pinnacle of the world and reached the realm of immortality.
It's just that all the original clan members have died of old age, and now he is the only one left in that generation.
On the way to pursue immortality, Luo Qianyu experienced the death of her relatives one by one. Although she had seen many separations of life and death, Luo Qianyu still felt heartbroken every time.
Everyone pursues immortality, but after achieving immortality, Luo Qianyu found that everything was not as good as he imagined. Standing alone at the top of the mountain, who knows whether immortality is a blessing or endless torture?
The lonely Luo Qianyu came to the highest mountain on the mainland. On the top of the mountain, Luo Qianyu sat there for decades. The dust had already buried him, and some flowers and plants even grew on it.
One morning decades later, a sigh suddenly came from the top of the mountain. Then strong winds blew up, and all the snow on the top of the mountain was swept away.
Luo Qianyu, who had become clean again, had sad eyes and looked quietly at the sunrise appearing over the distant mountains.
"Longevity is a blessing, but it is not a blessing for a person." After saying this, his body quickly dissipated like sand blown by a strong wind.
Luo Qianyu finished his life again, but in this life he did not encounter the bamboo basket that appeared in the previous two lives, and with the continuous reincarnation, he himself became more and more deeply trapped in the dream of the past life.
In the second life, Luo Qianyu forgot his memory. In the third life, Luo Qianyu lost his most precious bamboo basket. What else will he lose in the next life? Will he even lose his surname in the end?
And as the reincarnations go on, the possibility of Luo Qianyu being able to wake up becomes increasingly slim.