Chapter 1827
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Qin Mu strolled through Yankang, approaching the Heaven of Yankang. Gradually, people began to recognize him.
Not everyone had forgotten about him, but those who knew him were old friends of his.
The occasional greetings made his footsteps slow down.
These friends of his had not attained the Dao. They had stayed behind in Yankang. Some of them had retired, while others were still in society. Seeing them made Qin Mu sigh with emotion.
Eternal Peace was not alarmed by his arrival. No one knew the origin of this white-haired youth who was walking in the bustling city. People only saw old seniors who had been famous for a long time coming to welcome him, and there were also travel-worn swordsmen who rushed over.
Some of these swordsmen were famous throughout the world. Some were ancestors who lived in the imperial court, while others were unknown and unknown.
Qin Mu did not stay long. He still had to meet others.
Yankang's Upper and Lower Capital had changed, making him dispirited.
Night fell. Yankang's night sky was enchanting. Divine light shone from the divine cities. People here no longer had to worry about the invasion of darkness. The light from the divine cities dimmed the moon in the sky.
Qin Mu looked up. The moon in the sky was still as bright as ever, but it seemed distant and cold.
He came to the moon. There was a goddess dancing with a sword in the moon palace. The sword light was like the moonlight in a dream, sprinkling the entire moon palace.
Qin Mu stood quietly to the side and watched. After a long time, the goddess in the moon palace put away her sword and looked at him.
The two stood in silence for a long time. They looked at each other and smiled.
3.5 billion years was too long. The relationship between them was no longer a love between a man and a woman. It was more like a kind of sustenance. It had nothing to do with the soul or the body. It had nothing to do with desire or possession. It was just a kind of spiritual sustenance.
This kind of sustenance turned into a kind of yearning. The yearning gathered into a shallow harbor that could be temporarily docked. There were no storms or waves. It was peaceful and beautiful.
Qin Mu and Bai Qu 'er sat on the stone steps of the moon palace. Between them, there had once been feelings that were as intense as raging flames. At that time, they had ridden their sword lights to slice through the night sky and roamed through the fake sky, stirring up the resplendent stars and stirring up the galaxy.
They had fallen in love with each other, and even the Yankang sky couldn't hide it.
At that time, there was a chance that they could be together, but because of various things, it was delayed. Now that they were reunited, the ancient divine senses surged, producing ripples one after another. Their love was sublimated, becoming something that had nothing to do with lust, future, or feelings.
They talked, laughed, and enjoyed the beauty of the tranquility.
After a long time, Qin Mu stood up. Bai Qu'er smiled and said, "Will we meet again?"
"I will, as long as you wait for me."
Bai Qu'er watched him leave. The moonlight was hazy, carrying with it the splendor of time. It was heavy but relaxed.
As the sun rose, Yankang's moon grew thin and hid behind the clouds.
Qin Mu met Lang Wo on a ferry. The reincarnated Lang Wo didn't have the peerless beauty she had in her previous life. Through the porthole, Qin Mu looked at the woman who had once captivated him.
He could see her soul, her various experiences in this life, as well as her previous life.
Lang Wo seemed to have sensed his gaze. She turned her head and looked at him through the porthole.
Lang Wo smiled and walked past the porthole. "Brother, have we met before? You give me a familiar feeling. "
She was natural and unrestrained. Even though she didn't have the beauty she had in her previous life, she still had that extraordinary aura.
Qin Mu shook his head and smiled. "We haven't met before. I just feel a sense of familiarity. We were probably old friends in our previous lives."
Lang Wo pondered and said, "I also have this sense of familiarity. I keep feeling like I've seen you somewhere before. You … "
She raised her head. The youth with white sideburns had already disappeared.
Lang Wo felt lost and said softly, "Probably an old friend, probably an old friend … Who exactly are you …?"
When Qin Mu returned to his hometown, he couldn't find the old location of Disabled Elderly Village. Instead, there were tall buildings, heavy traffic, and hustle and bustle.
"I seem to recognize you!"
A god transformed from a hen dragon said to him sternly.
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