It was a magnificent palace with golden bricks and green tiles, revealing the luxury and extravagance of the place everywhere.
The scene begins with a huge red silk curtain with gold thread. Under the curtain, a noble and elegant woman is biting the cotton cloth in pain, struggling to give birth to a child. Then the baby cries, and the closed palace door is pushed open in an instant. The man in the bright yellow dragon robe rushes over with joy on his face, holding the baby girl, his eyes full of love.
Later, the baby girl grew up and became a beautiful girl with a graceful figure like a lotus emerging from the water, noble and elegant. She became the most beautiful princess in that country.
But this woman's fate is not as beautiful as her face...
Her mother died of illness, and her father was incompetent in his later years. He had no choice but to send this woman to marry a barbarian with a marriage certificate in order to achieve peace between the two countries.
Later, the woman was framed by someone out of jealousy, and her two sons and one daughter were murdered. In the end, she died in the wilderness out of depression...
"Qingli...Have you noticed that the woman in the mirror looks a bit like you?"
The more Bai Yumo looked, the more she felt that they resembled each other. When she looked up, she saw Yan Qingli silently shedding tears. She seemed to be completely immersed in the mirror, her expression unchanged, only two lines of tears kept flowing.
"Qingli? Qingli!"
Shen Wuyou used his elbow to wake her up. Seeing her dazed look after waking up, Shen Wuyou's eyes dimmed. He looked at the person in the mirror again, as if thinking about something...
Yan Qingli didn't know what was wrong with her. She wasn't sad, upset, or feeling like crying, so why were tears falling?
"What's wrong with me?"
She quickly raised her hand to wipe away her tears and said blankly.
When Long Aojun saw her crying, he didn't care about Bai Yumo's words and moved over to Yan Qingli's side. He took her into his arms and said distressedly:
"I've been annoyed with that broken mirror for a long time, and now it's made you cry! Humph, I'm going to smash it right now!"
"Hey, don't make trouble."
Yan Qingli hurriedly snatched back the Shuiyun Mirror that he had taken away, fearing that he would really get angry and destroy this sacred artifact.
During the struggle, the mirror changed again, this time recording the life of a woman. Again, the woman's appearance was exactly the same as Yan Qingli's.
Shen Wuyou looked at her and expressed his understanding:
"What we just saw should be your past three lives. The ability of this Shuiyun Mirror should be to infinitely recreate the scenes of past lives. As for the limit... we still need to test it."
As she said this, Yan Qingli did the same.
The result is——
The end of the origin of life.
That should be traced back to the time when life appeared in the world, a tiny life, a living being that did not yet have any consciousness.
In the first life, I was a little grass without any consciousness, which ended up in the sheep’s stomach.
In the second life, I was a fragrant and beautiful iris, battered by rain and wind, withering into mud;
In the third life, he was a towering tree, standing on the top of a cliff, but time eventually wore away all his vitality.
In the fourth life, he was a noble and cool Persian cat, pampered all his life and died of old age;
In the fifth life, she was a young girl from a peasant family, gathering mulberry leaves, raising silkworms, weaving cloth and making brocade every day, leading a carefree and happy life.
The Sixth...
The Seventh...
......
From then on, every life was a human, but the fate was different. Some died tragically in a foreign land, some drank poison, some enjoyed a peaceful old age, and some lived a happy life...
If you count carefully, there are actually thousands of reincarnations.
Bai Yumo also did the experiment, and there was not much difference. They all started as a tiny life form, reincarnated step by step, cultivated their souls step by step, and finally stayed in the human life with the most complex and intense consciousness.
only...
"What do you mean? Why is mine just a sea of white?!"
Shen Wuyou held onto the mirror and waited for a long time, until his arms were sore, only to find that the white mist in the Shuiyun Mirror wouldn't dissipate. Or rather, after it dissipated, it was still white! Nothing!
The whole meaning?
So her previous lives, and previous previous lives, and previous previous previous lives... were all just white clouds in the sky?!
She didn't believe it, so she gave the Shuiyun Mirror to Long Aojun, An Lanqing and Ling Wangqing. After they looked at it for a long time, they replied with strange expressions that there were also about a thousand reincarnations.
So, she is special?!
Why???
Shen Wuyu didn't understand why her past was only that time in the 21st century?
I'm thousands of generations younger than these people, right?!
Seeing her so depressed and doubtful about life, Yan Qingli couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't be like that. Maybe it's because you are a newborn creature."
Shen Wuyou raised his resentful eyes, pouted and looked at her, wanting to cry but unable to:
"Why am I always different from you..."
They also traveled through time, but they became human beings, with prominent wealth and privileged families. They were the emperor's favorites, had hopes of becoming immortals, and were bound by family, loved and cared for by others...
And what about her?
Being reincarnated as a weak flower demon would be fine, but I was also forced to survive by an inexplicable legend from a thousand years ago. I had to greet people with a smile, had to examine the seizure of the realm, had to play those conspiracies and tricks, had to...
Living on thin ice...
"Why...why am I always so special..."
Her eyes were slightly red, her nose was slightly red, and her nasal voice almost softened the person in front of her. Under the firelight, her dark, clear eyes seemed to be filled with a thin layer of mist. It was unclear whether it was the cold wind that chilled her body or her heart.
"Don't be like this..." Yan Qingli couldn't bear to see her tearful face like this. She felt distressed, so she stepped forward and gently hugged her, patting her back with one hand and holding her in her arms with the other, gently comforting her...
"Everyone is different, and everyone's life is diverse. We cannot choose the birth of life, but the choice of destiny is in our own hands. Wuyou, if you feel that everything now is not suitable for you, then live your own colorful life..."
"I don't know how to say it, but being eccentric can also be your label." Bai Yumo also hugged her, with his chin resting on her neck, like a spoiled child.
"It is precisely because of your uniqueness that there is no other Shen Wuyou in this world; it is precisely because of your unique charm, unique character, and unique personality that have penetrated my heart and are irreplaceable that we can instantly realize that Poppy is not you..."
"You are you, the one and only Shen Wuyou. Even if someone else calls you by that name in the future, wears the same clothes, has the same hairstyle, has the same face, speaks the same voice... that won't be you."
Shen Wuyou nodded in frustration, then approached them and whispered softly:
"So, if I absorb the cultivation of those fish beasts, you have no objection, right?"
Bai Yumo: "Huh?"
Yan Qingli: “???”
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