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Luo Qianyu, who carried a bamboo basket on his back, entered this small village, and he lived in this small village in a daze. It's just that such a strange thing not only did Luo Qianyu himself not find anything wrong, but the people in the village also seemed to be commonplace. There is no resistance to him as a stranger, on the contrary, they are like old neighbors who have been together for decades, and they will greet each other warmly when they meet.

This stay has been several years, and Luo Qianyu has completely integrated into this small village, and even married a wife and had children.

As the burden on the family increased, Luo Qianyu had to start hunting in the mountains to support the family. He is like an ordinary person, who goes out early and returns late every day, and is diligent and only hopes that everyone in his family can live a better life.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed in a hurry, and Luo Qianyu's child has grown up. The eldest was a boy who went out with one of the village's hunters, and the second daughter married off to another village.

Everything seems to be harmonious and beautiful, but every time I dream back at midnight, Luo Qianyu will wake up. I asked myself, "Where did I come from, and where did I lose my previous memories?"

No one could tell him the answer, and Luo Qianyu could only live in a daze.

In a blink of an eye, there were only him and his wife in the family. The two depend on each other for their lives and live an ordinary but warm life.

Time flies, and it has been more than 30 years since Luo Qianyu came to this village. Luo Qianyu, who is fifty years old, has gray temples and a back that is also lifted. And his wife left a few years ago, and the house has become the same as it was at the beginning, empty and empty.

It's just that he's no longer the boy who just came here.

Whenever a person sat in the quiet courtyard, Luo Qianyu couldn't help but think, "Where did I come from, why did I have no memory of coming to this village at all?"

Stroking the bamboo basket in front of him, his emotions calmed down a little, "For decades, only this bamboo basket has accompanied me, but I can't even open the lid on it." I can feel that there are important things in it, but what's the use of not opening it. Luo Qianyu could only sigh helplessly.

This bamboo basket is woven by Luo Qianyu with gold leaf bamboo, and some architectural methods that Luo Qianyu perceives are added. Don't say that Luo Qianyu is just an ordinary person now, even he used to have the strength of the fourth layer of transformation, and he would not be able to open it if he didn't rely on the way of construction.

Thinking that at the beginning, Lin Qian, who had the strength of the eighth layer of Transformation, was helpless against Luo Qianyu's wooden house, which was also integrated into the way of architecture, you can see how strong its defense was.

"Now that my children are married, and I'm alone, I might as well leave this place. Maybe somewhere else can find the answers I need to know where I'm from. ”

Putting the bamboo basket behind his back again, Luo Qianyu's old body shook and walked slowly towards the outside of the village.

Just as when you come, one person comes, and one leaves again. Neither when he came nor when he left, it did not alarm anyone.

After Luo Qianyu left, the people in this village still ran around for three meals a day as usual. It seemed that from the moment Luo Qianyu decided to leave, there was no such person as Luo Qianyu in their minds.

The body is already aging, and Luo Qianyu has an extremely difficult time walking. It's just that the persistent nature in his bones made him not stop, and just like that, one foot deep and one foot shallow disappeared at the end of the distant mountain.

And the village where Luo Qianyu has lived for decades has gradually become hazy, slowly shattering and disappearing like a mirage.

Trekking all the way, Luo Qianyu didn't know how far he had gone. There was only one thought in his heart, don't stop, keep going. It seems that this is the only way to eliminate some of the pain that I don't know where I came from.

On this day, Luo Qianyu came to a canyon.

After watching it for a while, Luo Qianyu continued to drag his heavy steps and began to move forward, but when he reached the middle of the canyon, Luo Qianyu saw a person who died on the side of the road.

The clothes this person was wearing made Luo Qianyu feel a little familiar, but for a while, he couldn't remember where he had seen it. Suddenly, Luo Qianyu's gaze fell on the cuffs of this dress, where a small silver sword was embroidered.

"This person should have something to do with me, but I still can't remember any information about it. Luo Qianyu held his somewhat sore head in both hands, and it took a while to slowly return to normal.

"Since I have encountered you, I can't expose you to the wilderness. It doesn't matter if we know each other before, it doesn't matter if it doesn't matter. With a slight sigh, Luo Qianyu began to dig the grave with difficulty.

Bury this person who may know him, Luo Qianyu continued on the road, and this walk passed for many days, until Luo Qianyu came to a small hill.

Coming here, Luo Qianyu couldn't walk anymore, and his old body leaned on a small tree the thickness of an arm, and he could only open his mouth and pant loudly.

"Is this where I am buried? Unfortunately, I haven't found an answer yet. Luo Qianyu, who was full of helplessness and unwillingness, leaned against a small tree and closed his eyes, maybe the next person passing by would let him settle down, maybe......

Luo Qianyu's first life rushed by in such an ordinary.

In the second life, Luo Qianyu became a wealthy young man, living a luxurious life of clothes and food every day, and he spent every day in drunken dreams and death.

In the first life, Luo Qianyu at least knew that Lu Dao's previous memories were lost, and he wanted to retrieve his previous memories and know where Lu Dao came from. So after decades of inactivity, Luo Qianyu embarked on a journey to find memories.

But in the second life, Luo Qianyu was conceived and born by his mother in this life. His memory began from ignorance, and some of the simple pictures that appeared in his memory were also things that happened after he was a child.

In this life, Luo Qianyu did not 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-term memories sealed in the deepest part of his soul.

Repeating the same life every day, until one day, Luo Qianyu picked up a strange bamboo basket when he went out to play. At the first sight of this bamboo basket, Luo Qianyu liked it.

It's just that what makes him strange is that no matter what he does, he can't open this bamboo basket.

After the end, Luo Qianyu gave up the idea of opening the bamboo basket, and just put it in his bedroom and used it as an ornament.

Then, the life of the past began to appear in the reincarnation of Luo Qianyu, one day, one month, one year. The rotation is endless.

It's like a circle that has no beginning and no end, and he lives in it.

Luo Qianyu's drunken life lasted for sixteen years, and in the seventeenth year, the family suddenly changed. Both parents died, and the family property was occupied.

Luo Qianyu, who was in a daze, was kicked out of the home where he had lived for more than ten years and lived on the streets. He only held the bamboo basket in his arms, which others couldn't look at.

The rich life is gone, and Luo Qianyu can only beg along the street. I have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and I have seen the heat and coldness of the world. He cried and scolded, but in the end nothing changed.

He has enjoyed a life of abundance, and he has experienced a life of poverty. On this day, Luo Qianyu, who was standing on the street, finally woke up.

So, on a stormy night, relying on the familiar route in his memory, Luo Qianyu quietly sneaked back to his former home.

Find the bully who killed his parents and took over his property. In his deep sleep, Luo Qianyu smashed him to death with the bamboo basket that had been accompanying him, and then he slammed his head against the wall with a big smile, and the blood stained on the bamboo basket looked extremely sad.

Although he was dead, the corners of Luo Qianyu's mouth showed a relieved smile.

I rushed by again.

In the third life, Luo Qianyu was born in a family of cultivators.

There are many people in the family, and everyone is exploring the ethereal and unknowable way of heaven to seek immortality. However, the path of cultivation is so difficult, and many people fall on the path of seeking the Tao, unable to appreciate the scenery of the peak.

Here, Luo Qianyu is a rare genius in the family for thousands of years, and his cultivation has been smooth sailing, and his entry into the realm is quite fast.

Therefore, he can't help but place the expectations of many clansmen. They can't reach the peak on their own and seek true immortality, so they can only bet all their hopes on Luo Qianyu.

Luo Qianyu also lived up to expectations, and after cultivating for more than two thousand years, he finally stood at the pinnacle of this world and reached the realm of immortality.

It's just that the original clan has long since died of old age, and he is now the only one left in that generation.

On the way to pursue immortality, Luo Qianyu experienced the departure of relatives one by one, although he saw too much life and death, but every time Luo Qianyu still felt painful.

Everyone pursues immortality, but Luo Qianyu is really immortal, but he finds that everything is not as good as he imagined. Who knows the loneliness and loneliness of standing alone at the peak, whether immortality is a blessing or endless torture?

The lonely Luo Qianyu came to the highest mountain on the mainland. At the top of the mountain, Luo Qianyu sat for decades. The dust had buried him, and there were even some flowers and plants growing on it.

One morning, decades later, a soft sigh suddenly came from the top of the mountain. Then the wind blew up, and the snow on the top of the mountain was swept away.

Luo Qianyu, who had become clean again, looked sad in his eyes, quietly looking at the sunrise that appeared in the distant mountains.

"Immortality is a blessing, but it is not a blessing for one person. After that, the body was like the wind and sand blown by the wind, quickly dissipating.

Luo Qianyu has gone through another life, but in this life, he has not encountered the bamboo basket that has appeared in the previous two lives, and he himself has become more and more deeply trapped in the dream of the past life with the continuous reincarnation.

In the second life, Luo Qianyu forgot his memory. And in the third life, Luo Qianyu lost his most precious bamboo basket. In the next life, what will he lose? Will he even lose his true nature in the last life?

And with the reincarnation of a lifetime, the possibility of Luo Qianyu being able to wake up is becoming more and more slim.