We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?

He turned around, whisking his whisk, and stepped towards the horizon, his voice echoing slowly through the mountains and forests.

"Since you've finally managed to forget, why bother remembering it again?"

Chapter 61 I can't forget it, I shouldn't have forgotten it.

"Since you've finally managed to forget, why bother remembering it again?"

In her own wooden house, Xiaoqing sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her older sister lying on the bed, her mind replaying her master's words.

Xiao Qing lowered her eyelids slightly, looking at the Soul Memory Pill in her palm, her eyes filled with conflict.

"Xiaoqing."

As Xiaoqing fell into deep thought, her sister's weak voice came from the bedside.

"Sister, how are you feeling?" Xiaoqing quickly put away the Soul-Remembering Pill, helped her sister up, and sat her against the headboard.

"I don't know," Bai Ruxue frowned. "I feel like I had a very long dream, but I don't remember anything about it."

"Xiaoqing," Bai Ruxue gripped Xiaoqing's wrist tightly, "can you tell me what I've forgotten?"

"Sister, it's nothing really. It's just that my sister and I were cultivating together on the mountain, and then you transformed into a python and slept for many years. It's nothing." Xiaoqing smiled, her fingers tightly clenched.

Bai Ruxue looked at her younger sister's lowered eyes and asked, "Really?"

“Really.” Xiaoqing looked up, tears streaming down her face. “Sister, what Xiaoqing said is true.”

"If it's true, then why are you crying, Xiaoqing?" Bai Ruxue asked gently.

"Huh? Really?" Xiaoqing quickly reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "It's because my sister finally woke up! Xiaoqing is so happy!"

"Oh, I see." Bai Ruxue reached out and gently stroked her younger sister's cheek. "It's alright, your older sister is back."

"Mmm." Xiaoqing nodded emphatically. "Then, sister, I'll go find you something to eat. Some spiritual flowers and herbs have recently grown on Sheshan Mountain. I'll fetch them for you to replenish your spiritual energy."

"Okay." Bai Ruxue nodded.

Watching her younger sister turn and leave, Bai Ruxue frowned, lowered her head slightly, and gently pinched the hem of her skirt with her small hands.

Xiaoqing left the wooden house, closed the door, and leaned against the roof as if she had lost all her strength. She slowly slid down, curled up in the corner, hugged herself tightly, and tears flowed silently down her face.

For the next two days, Xiaoqing took care of her older sister.

Bai Ruxue's most frequent activity was sitting outside the wooden house, gazing at the green lilies and purple yang grass blooming outside.

They are just ordinary flowers and plants, at most with some medicinal value.

But Bai Ruxue always felt that these flowers and plants had a different meaning for her.

But the woman couldn't remember it at all.

"Xiaoqing, I want to go down the mountain for a walk."

On the seventh day after Bai Ruxue woke up, she said to Xiaoqing.

"Huh? Is Sister going down the mountain?" Xiaoqing was taken aback.

"Hmm." Bai Ruxue nodded. "Didn't you say there's a village at the foot of the mountain? I want to go and see it."

“Okay.” Xiaoqing nodded, her eyes darting left and right. “Then I’ll go with you, sister.”

The next day.

Xiaoqing led her sister down the mountain and arrived at Shiqiao Village.

Although Shiqiao Village has not changed much in general, it is now a completely different place.

The average age of ordinary people in the State of Qi was 53.

Now, forty-eight years have passed, and all the adults from before have passed away.

As for the children of Shiqiao Village forty-eight years ago, the oldest of them is now fifty-six years old.

But after so many years, how could they still remember things from their childhood?

The villagers looked at Bai Ruxue and wondered who this beautiful fairy was.

As Bai Ruxue walked through the village, looking at every house and every path, she felt a sense of familiarity.

It feels like I've lived here for a very long time.

Bai Ruxue walked around the village based on her intuition, while Xiaoqing didn't say a word, simply following behind her sister.

Finally, when Bai Ruxue stopped, she arrived at a courtyard.

Looking at the ordinary farmhouse in front of her, Bai Ruxue pressed her hand tightly to her heart.

She felt a tightness in her chest, as if she was about to find the most important thing, but it also felt very, very far away.

As she entered the courtyard, Bai Ruxue gently stroked the stone bench, the old sycamore tree, and the bamboo poles supporting the branches for drying clothes.

"Xiaoqing, why do I feel so familiar with this place?" Bai Ruxue asked.

“Sister, because we lived here for a while,” Xiaoqing replied.

"I see." Bai Ruxue nodded.

"Sister, please sit for a while. Yesterday, Xiaoqing went to Cangshan, fifty miles away, to hunt a few moon grass rabbits rich in spiritual energy. I'll cook them for you."

Seemingly afraid that her sister would ask her more questions, Xiaoqing carried some wild game into the kitchen.

Watching Xiaoqing busy in the kitchen, the sense of déjà vu grew stronger and stronger.

Bai Ruxue entered the master bedroom.

The master bedroom was completely empty; apart from wooden furniture, there was nothing else inside.

There were no clothes, no blankets.

Bai Ruxue felt that a man should be living in this room, but she couldn't remember who he was.

After leaving the master bedroom, Bai Ruxue went to the side room.

The layout of the side room was very simple, with only a bed, a table, a few chairs, and a dressing table.

Bai Ruxue walked around the room.

After a short while, as Bai Ruxue turned to leave the room, her sleeve accidentally knocked a box off the dressing table.

Bai Ruxue turned her head.

Inside the opened box was a wooden deer-shaped hairpin.

"Sister, dinner's ready, sister."

In the courtyard, Xiaoqing placed two dishes in the yard and called out to her older sister inside the house.

But the older sister did not respond for a long time.

Xiaoqing wiped her hands, pushed open the door and went into the side room, only to see her sister kneeling on the ground, her hands tightly clasped to her heart.

"Sister, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xiaoqing quickly went to her sister's side.

"Xiaoqing." Bai Ruxue looked up, her eyes blurry with tears, at her younger sister, holding the hairpin in her palm. "The hairpin...this hairpin."

"What's wrong with this hairpin?" Xiaoqing asked, puzzled. She only knew that her sister used to really like this hairpin.

"I I don't know"

Tears streamed down her snow-white eyes, wetting her eyelashes, running down her cheeks, and shattering on the ground.

"This hairpin is mine."

"It was given to me by someone."

"But I've forgotten who he is."

"I can't forget it."

"I shouldn't have forgotten."

"Xiao Qing."

Bai Ruxue gripped her sister's sleeve tightly.

"Why can't I remember anything? Why?!"

"Sister...I..." Xiaoqing's throat bobbed, and her eyes reddened just like her sister's.

Bai Ruxue stood up, her skirt brushing against Xiaoqing's cheek, and ran out of the room.

"elder sister!"

Xiaoqing suddenly stood up and called out to her sister.

"Sister, where are you going?!"

"elder sister!"

Chapter 62 Xiao Mo, I'll wait for you to come back.

Bai Ruxue ran out of the courtyard.

Xiaoqing chased after her, but her sister's cultivation level was too high, and she quickly disappeared from sight.

Walking through Shiqiao Village, Bai Ruxue looked at everything in the village and felt more and more familiar with it.

Unbeknownst to her, Bai Ruxue arrived at the courtyard of the deceased old village chief of Shiqiao Village.

She pushed open the fence gate, stepped inside, and reached out to wipe the windowsill, where a thick layer of dust had accumulated.

Stepping out of the courtyard, Bai Ruxue continued to wander aimlessly.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Ruxue arrived at a grave.

"The Tomb of Wang Canzhi, Clerk of Qingshan County and Village Chief of Shiqiao Village".

"The Tomb of Chen Hong, Wife of Wang Can".

Looking at that familiar name, Bai Ruxue's head throbbed again, and a sense of sadness welled up in her heart.

I know them myself.

but.

But they themselves forgot about them.

He even forgot a very, very important name.

A name more important than one's own life.

Turning around, Bai Ruxue continued walking.

The setting sun, melting into gold, sank heavily towards the western mountains, painting the horizon a soft orange-red and crimson hue.

As dusk settled like a thin veil, the enormous setting sun cast the woman's shadow on the ground, making it appear exceptionally long and thin, like an inky river flowing silently across the quiet meadow and the cold tombstone.

In front of the tombstone were a few fresh wildflowers that the woman had just picked.

Bai Ruxue went up the mountain and chose a path that she felt familiar with.

Halfway up the mountain, Bai Ruxue stopped in her tracks.

A stone came into Bai Ruxue's view.

It was just an ordinary stone, but the more Bai Ruxue looked at it, the more her head ached.

She pressed her forehead as a series of strange yet familiar images uncontrollably flashed through her mind.

"Hey! Young scholar, you've arrived! I've been waiting for you for ages."

A girl in a white dress stood up happily when she saw a boy riding a big black ox up the mountain.

"Will you ride an ox again today, young lady?" the boy asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, hurry up, I want to ride a cow with you."

"Okay." The boy patted the big black bull, and the big black bull walked up to the girl and lay down.

The girl rode on the back of the big black bull, sitting behind him.

He was reading a book.