Yuanshuilu

If a person lived again with three lifetimes of memories, how would he live? Mu Yuan didn't know the answer. He only knew that when he was five years old, there were two more memories in his mind that did not belong to him. One comes from Lan Sheng - he is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is familiar with hundreds of schools of thought. He has five thousand years of wisdom, but he has been trapped in his study all his life. One came from Jiuxuan - the peerless genius in the Cangchen Realm, who had cultivated to the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm. For a thousand years, no one dared to look directly into his eyes. Afraid of him, respected him, begged him, but no one handed him a bowl of spiritual porridge when he was injured. So in this life, Mu Yuan set himself the simplest goal: not just revenge, not just becoming stronger. Five years old, Miao Zi, a handyman from the Lingdao Sect, number 47, has a cigarette scar on his chin, and holds a black iron abacus dug out of rotting grass in his arms. He just wanted to live a good life - to sweat in the soil of the medicine garden, taste the care in the old handyman's cake, and learn to feel his heartbeat in the eyes of a girl. But the world does not allow him to live in peace. The children with clearly marked prices in the human tooth market, the dull-eyed young children in the animal cages, the girls waiting to be rescued in the dungeon - every time he saw darkness, he took care of it. From the handyman to the alliance leader, from the medicine garden to the secluded capital, eighteen beauties traveled 30,000 miles. The corpse ancestor was born, the righteous path collapsed, everyone retreated, but he did not retreat. Three lifetimes of memory, one lifetime of practice. He finally discovered that living well is not an easy task.