"If it weren't for the Memory River, I wouldn't have known how poor my talent as a craftsman was. I've tried so many times, but always failed. Every time I say I'm done, I forget about it, then pick up the wood and continue carving. But every time I fail, every time I pass by the Memory River, I see myself giving up again, and I really admire myself."
Shen Qingyi felt that Ta Sai’s words were a little strange.
Many times? Forgot?
"Do you have a bad memory?"
Tasai's rowing hand paused slightly.
"Well, how should I put it? I should say that every True Clan member has a bad memory. But it's okay. I think it's because we have the River of Memory, a gift from God, that we can forget some tedious and insignificant things. Without those things, we can actually achieve better results."
Shen Qingyi remained noncommittal. Having experienced a memory loss, she had her own feelings.
His eyes fell on the river below the raft.
Under the sunlight, the river water shone with colorful light, not dazzling but very soft.
The picture was shaking, like a mirror.
“My name is Shen Qingyi!”
There was the past Shen Qingyi in the water, and she saw her past.
As the raft moved forward, the ripples spread again.
The familiar scenery made Shen Qingyi immediately realize that it was Lingdao Sect.
But this time the protagonist in the picture is not her, but Gu Mingxue and Chu Yuliang.
The two of them were childhood sweethearts and grew up together.
Chu Yuliang's childhood admiration turned into teenage love, and later the two fell in love with each other, overcoming difficulties and becoming Taoist companions.
She also saw the two of them traveling together in the world of immortal cultivation, and even discussing having a child.
Shen Qingyi seemed to see everything that happened in the first half of their lives. Although thousands of years had passed in the memory river, for her on the raft, it was just a blink of an eye.
The waves spread out again, and a familiar person appeared on the water again.
She Zijiang, Wen Yinghan, Yin Baizhou, Yue Xicheng...
Shen Qingyi was a little stunned.
They in the picture have their own lives and their own paths.
Joy and sorrow, life and death, reunion and separation...
Even though she had imagined that her master and the others would miss her during the hundreds of years she was away, she still felt extremely uncomfortable when she saw with her own eyes She Zijiang staring at the pear blossoms in the garden and sitting quietly alone in her cave.
Although She Zijiang is good at speaking, he will not express his emotions excessively in front of his disciples.
She didn't know that She Zijiang was also full of vigor and ambition and acted recklessly when he was young.
I don’t know whether She Zijiang admired that senior sister at that time.
He didn't even know that Gu Mingxue's mother, the senior sister, eventually married the head of the Gu family.
The patriarch of the Gu family was young and talented, but in the end he failed to protect Gu Mingxue's mother...
After Gu Mingxue went to Tianshui Peak, She Zijiang treated her very well.
Shen Qingyi also didn't know that Chu Jing, Song Mian, Yun Ye... they were all fighting against fate.
Yue Xicheng knelt on the blood-soaked ground of the Yue family's house, his eyes bloodshot, looking at the corpses on the ground, his whole body trembling.
Full of anger, he abandoned everything and entered the sect's secret door.
In the sea of flowers, he gazed at the female cultivator with deep affection and forbearance.
Hundreds of years of madness, reckless...
I saw the past of Huo Shen and Bei Chenyuan, how they had two very different personalities, yet under the guidance of their strict master, they cherished and supported each other. I saw how they always cared about each other, but in the end, they turned against each other...
As time goes by, the Memory River seems to record the stories of every living being in this world of immortal cultivation.
She also saw some other strange creatures.
"I just want to live."
"I don't want to starve."
"It would be great if I also had cultivation."
"Once I become stronger through cultivation, I will make sure that there is no more drought in Yanzhou!"
“How wonderful it would be if one day we could live openly in the sun.”
Time takes away many people, but leaves behind their memories.
In this river of memory, countless races stand side by side, but countless weak races have also perished.
When he saw himself committing suicide in the Central Region, Shen Qingyi's heart seemed to stop beating at that moment.
The corners of my eyes were a little moist. The waves under the raft seemed to be bigger, and I heard Tasai's voice from the front.
"Don't let your emotions fluctuate too much, otherwise we will encounter difficulties. Those are all things in the past, don't worry too much about them."
Shen Qing came back to his senses and closed his eyes.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly.
At this moment, although she didn't feel very good, she was grateful to Yihe, because it seemed to allow her to make up for the missing hundreds of years.
“Crash!”
The raft finally reached the shore and Tasai put away the oars.
"We're ashore! Come on, I'll take you to our True Clan!"
Tasai became somewhat cheerful.
"I haven't been back to the tribe for a while, and I don't know how it's doing now! Let's go!"
Following Tasai towards the tribe he mentioned, when Shen Qing saw the gate standing between the two mountains, he stood still for a moment.
This door...
My eyes subconsciously looked above the door, but there was nothing there.
She felt something was wrong, as if she had forgotten something.
"What are you doing standing there? Let's go in!"
As they walked through the gate, they found the Zhen tribe's house inside was very simple. There were many people dressed like Tasai around. When they saw the two of them come in, they immediately came forward to greet them warmly.
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