The past is gone and can never be returned to, so all we can see is its reflection.
However, a reflection is still just a reflection; it will always be an illusion.
Wu Er came here specifically for this illusory thing.
He thought, as long as he could still see her, what did it matter if it was an illusion?
This is an obsession, an obsession that has persisted for two hundred years.
When they arrived at a well, Wu Er stuck his head out and looked into it.
As he gazed at the clear, unreflected water, ripples spread across the well.
And after the ripples, the water in the well reflected the image.
However, the reflection in the water is not Wu Er, at least not the current Wu Er.
Looking inside, and examining it closely, one can see a small temple, a small temple surrounded by wind and snow.
The temple gate was somewhat dilapidated. Inside the temple sat a mad old man, and on the ground lay a child who looked to be just over ten years old.
Because there were no lights in the temple, the scene appeared extremely dark.
As Wu Er looked down at the well, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned down, and he felt his heart grow heavier.
"Master..."
After staring into the well for a long time, Wu Er uttered these two words.
This is the scene of him being taken in by his master after he froze on the street as an orphan.
It must be said that without this mad old man, who is also Wu Er's master, there would be no Pengshan Sect, and perhaps there would be no more immortals in this world.
Although I have very little memory of this master, he was the one who saved me from everything.
Wu Er still held his master in high esteem, even though the master had only been a part of his life for a short time.
Wu Er bowed deeply to the well and whispered, "Master, although we have only known each other for a few years, please accept my bow."
This is one of the important people he lost, so it should be considered this way.
However, no matter how deep the bow or how heavy the emotions in the words, the person could not hear it.
After all, it's all in the past, and once it's over, it's truly over.
After a while, when the reflection in the well had completely disappeared, Wu Er got up and went to the next well.
This well isn't one that can reflect a person's entire life's memories; it seems to only reflect one segment of a life.
The next well Wu Er arrived at was a wooden well.
What is a wooden well?
It's hard to say, but it's a very dilapidated well, so dilapidated that it's built with wood.
The wood by the well was covered with green moss, making it look extremely dark and it also had a musty smell.
Perhaps what's reflected in this well isn't anything beautiful.
Wu Er looked at the wooden well.
Ripples spread across the wooden well, and reflections appeared on the water's surface...
A small town, a crowd, Wu Er kneeling, a sword... and blood everywhere.
At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind, saying, "You'd agree to give me a little blood in exchange for my life, wouldn't you?"
Upon seeing these things, and hearing the voices automatically filling in his mind, Wu Er's pupils suddenly contracted, and he looked away from the water.
"Oh......"
Upon seeing that scene, Wu Er's lips twitched, and he let out a cold laugh.
Then he didn't say anything more, at least he looked for the next well.
There's no need to speak or do anything about bad memories; just quietly walk away.
Let those bad memories rot in that well.
Next, Wu Er looked at several more wells, but the scenes in these wells were not satisfactory.
Either there is no scene at all, which doesn't show Wu Er's past life.
It's just some kind of vision of the future, but the things in this well change every few breaths, and the various scenes are all chaotic and incoherent, so it's impossible to see anything complete and therefore impossible to judge the future.
Such is the future of a cultivator, full of unknowns.
"Of all these wells, quite a few are still useless."
After Wu Er finished inspecting another well, he looked up and glanced at the surrounding area.
There are so many wells here, it would take quite a while to see them all.
Fortunately, Wu Er has plenty of time now.
My gaze gently swept over the well openings, finally settling on a red well.
This well is very conspicuous because it is a bright red color.
Among these somber stone wells, wooden wells, and brick wells, this splash of red stands out strikingly.
red?
It must contain good luck, right?
Well, we can't judge solely by appearances. What if it's a way to lure people into looking at sad things?
Wu Er didn't dwell on it too much. Whether it was good or bad, he just wanted to go and take a look.
When good things happen, secretly rejoice; when bad things happen, quietly walk away.
With this thought in mind, Wu Er arrived at the red well and looked inside.
And this time, the view from inside the well...
He saw Kunwu, which should have made him happy.
But at this moment, Kunwu was on the verge of death, and Wuer saw himself in the mirror.
My eyes were red at that time, and my expression was one of indescribable bitterness... Perhaps it wasn't just bitterness, but also many unspeakable things.
At this moment, Kunwu in the picture slightly opened his mouth, as if he were saying something.
Unfortunately, the well only showed a reflection, but no sound.
But Wu Er, who was watching from the well, filled in the missing parts of the voice in his mind.
These words were etched in his heart; he would remember this vow for the rest of his life.
Wu Er knew that what Kun Wu meant was, "Alright, can you promise me a few things before we end?"
As I thought of this, ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the well, and the scene inside vanished.
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