The first time I met my uncle was when I was just born.
I was sick due to conflicting blood lines when I was born. She accidentally saved my life by passing by, and her request was for me to join the Chenxi Sect.
The second time I met my great-uncle was when I was fifteen years old. By chance, I strayed into the turbulent flow of time and space, and due to my own ethereal roots, luck, and many other conditions, I came to her side.
She was only fifteen years old at that time.
But I was very surprised to see her this time.
At this time, she was not the girl I remembered. But I was absolutely certain that it was her.
I used to see her through thick filters, but to me she was always transparent and firm, just like you see Qin Shihuang.
And then I knew that she was also confused sometimes.
When I first met her, she commented on our relationship as "a complicated relationship that we have to face with constant cutting, confusion, and confusion."
I personally accompanied them through that period of history, but I still couldn't stop history from repeating itself. I personally buried my uncle and the thousands of monks who died in that battle.
I finally understood why Uncle Qingning couldn't leave that ancient battlefield.
"If my fate has been decided, then I will use my last bit of clarity to open a way for you."
"Wang Qingning, tell Master, I, Mu Wenqing, have never betrayed you."
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Snow-white pear blossoms and paper money cut through the gloomy sky.
The voices of the teenagers are heartbreaking
"Teacher"
"Farewell teacher"
Intention: growth