90,000 Years of Longevity

Pu Qingyin stared at the surroundings blankly.

Even in the middle of the pavilion in the lotus pond, she faintly saw a figure in gray clothes, but the distance was a little far away, so she couldn't see clearly.

And while she was watching, a swarm of majestic memories, as a breeze blew by, disappeared into her mind like a tide. The moment she accepted the memory, her eyes couldn't help but widen.

In that life, there were towers in the sky and fairyland everywhere.

But in the mortal world, there were the lowest mortals. They couldn't eat enough, they couldn't cover their bodies in the winter, some were frozen to death by the side of the road, some rolled down in the mountains.

That life, a seven or eight-year-old girl, with tattered clothes, followed a middle-aged man to the mountains to gather firewood.

When she walked to a cliff in the mountains, the girl saw the purple flowers on the edge of the cliff and was very curious. Hence, she stretched out her hand and wanted to pick it.

Then, her body lost balance and fell directly from the cliff.

The middle-aged man ran up and took a look at the deep cliff, showing fear, then shook his head again, and soon left. It was just that after he left, he never returned.

In that era, women were inferior to men!

The girl was bound to die.

However, when she fell on the mountain, the tattered clothes happened to be hung by a tree pole, but her body was bruised and injured. She looked very weak as if he would die at any time.

It just so happened that when an old man with a compass walked slowly across the mountain, he saw this girl. Therefore, out of pity, he saved her.

So, in that life, in the mountains and valleys, an old man with a little girl could be seen picking fruits everywhere, hunting everywhere, and occasionally there would be smoke from the mountains.

But time went by the old man was still the old man. Decades had passed obviously, but the years couldn't leave any other marks on his old face, but the girl had grown up, got old, and her hair had become very white.

At the end, when the girl looked about the same age as the old man, her face was full of wrinkles and gullies, and it was only the next day that her life was exhausted and she died in the valley.

When she remembered this, at the bridgehead of the lotus pond, Pu Qingyin's eyes appeared moist. There was no special picture, but the process from a child to death deeply stimulated her.

...

Another life.

Time could not only smooth life but also make all familiar scenery disappear.

In the mountains, in the valley.

The old man, with a compass in his hand, looked at the woman under the peach blossom tree.

Seeing the peach blossoms falling on the woman, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Then without warning, a ray of sunlight fell on the compass.

The compass in his hand then shone with a ray of magical light, and then that magical light shone on the woman.

Under the peach blossom tree, magic happened.

The woman's body seemed to have gone back in time. The wrinkles on her face gradually flattened, and her pale hair turned black. The original dry skin returned to suppleness again.

After less than a minute, the woman had regained the appearance of seven or eight years old as if she had just fallen into this mountain and had just been healed.

The old man put away the compass with a faint smile on his face.

"From today, you will be called Qingyin..." The old man smiled and said to her.

Under the peach blossom tree, the girl nodded blankly...

The years were still passing by.

In the mountains, cooking smoke could be seen again, one old man and a young girl could be seen again.

Everything seemed to be re-interpreted, and even in the end, it was the same ending!

...

Time passed quickly.

In addition to reincarnation, heaven and earth were also changing.

In another life, the mountains and valleys had all disappeared and become an endless plain.

Occasionally, some outsiders migrated over, built the most primitive thatched huts, and started a new life here.

The location of that peach tree became a small lake.

In the lake, the water source was clear, and fish swam by from time to time.

The people there came here to fetch water during the day. At night, some animals sneaked over to drink.

The old man and the girl also lived here.

That day, the old man cut down a tree and made it into boards.

The girl was also there to help.

As time passed, the old man's boards were already piled up like a mountain, but the girl was getting old. There were more and more gullies on her face, but she can't move the boards anymore, and she trembled even when she walked.

The old man was still the same.

He moved the boards to the side of the lake and began to build a wooden bridge earnestly.

As the girl was getting old, her life was up.

When she fell down, it was also exactly the time the wooden bridge was built completely, and at the end of the wooden bridge, there was a pavilion in the middle of the lake. In the pavilion, it was the place where the peach tree once blocked the sun.

After the old man put her in the pavilion, he took out his compass again. A ray of sunlight bypassed the pavilion, refracted in, and finally passed the compass and landed on the woman's body.

The woman's wrinkled skin began to recover, her life was forced to bloom again.

After a long time, a seven or eight-year-old girl appeared in the pavilion.

She ran happily with a pure smile on her face around the pavilion.

"From today, you will be called Qingyin!"

The old man put away the compass and murmured softly to her.

...

In another life. But this life was at least hundreds of thousands of years away from the first life before.

Standing on the bridgehead, when the memory emerged inside Pu Qingyin's mind, she felt as if she had lived for millions of years.

This life was not a peaceful era.

It was an era where the invasion of the great powers of various countries took place.

Everywhere, people were holding weapons and desperately trying to defend their homes.

The wooden bridge was pierced by bullets and many small holes appeared.

The pavilion had also become dilapidated in this life.

Pu Qingyin did not always follow the old man as she once was. When the war broke out, she actively participated in fighting to defend the country. The old man did not stop either.

In the war, the coalition forces of several countries entered the country, over the mountains and ridges, and came to this Jiangnan Town.

On that day, Pu Qingyin lived to be more than 50 years old and was not really old yet. During an operation to save her comrades, a coalition soldier hit her in the head with a firearm and ended her life prematurely.

That day, the old man became angry and corpses were floating everywhere, and the coalition troops shivered and retreated away from Jiangnan Town at the fastest speed.

That day, the old man hugged Pu Qingyin, soared into the air, flew to the pavilion, and took out the compass. It was just that everything around him became extremely depressed, and the air was full of the breath of death.

"If I am right, this is my third life from now."

In front of the wooden bridge, Pu Qingyin stood quietly, and the pictures of the previous life flipped before her eyes like a revolving lantern.