The Three-Life Stone

"Souls from another world, cross this world, cross others, cross yourself, cross the rest of your life."

It was a morning. Yang Yu was washing clothes by the lake when she suddenly saw a small boat in the distance. An old man was rowing on the bow. The old man's voice seemed to be in Yang Yu's ears and in the void.

"To survive this life, to survive the next life, to survive love, to survive calamity, to survive thoughts."

When she heard the next sentence again, she raised her head. The other person was neither far nor close, a look that was clear but not real. She frowned and asked, "I wonder if the senior is talking to the junior?"

The old man grinned in an unfathomable way but his lips did not move: "You can escape the pursuit for a while by changing your soul against the will of heaven, but you can't escape the entanglement of the world. What happens in the future depends on your own luck."

Yang Yu stood up, her fingers clenched into fists, and she pondered the meaning of these three sentences in her mind. Unfortunately, she could only roughly understand a few of them. She asked hesitantly: "May I ask if you know anything, senior?"

The old man was dressed in black clothes, with an extraordinary Taoist aura. His eyelids were slightly closed, and his face was calm but indifferent. The aura around him suddenly changed, and he seemed to have almost merged with the world. Under this coldness, there was a heart-pounding pressure hidden.

Yang Yu mustered up the courage to look at the old man. In her opinion, the other party would not appear here for no reason, and there must be a reason for his appearance.

The old man looked at Yang Yu with sharp eyes. Yang Yu felt as if the other party was looking through her body and into her soul. She couldn't help but tremble.

"Day and night rotate, the laws of heaven and earth, yin and yang combine, and transform into harmony. Then the soul and body will return." The old man's ethereal voice, as if coming from the void, once again resounded in Yang Yu's ears.

Yang Yu's eyes were fixed on the old man in front of her without any deviation. To her surprise, the old man did not open his mouth, but his voice was transmitted to her mind very clearly.

Yang Yu was shocked and blurted out: "Who are you?"

The old man changed his mysterious attitude and raised his mouth slightly, showing a faint smile. This smile revealed a kind of intimacy, which made people feel warm and at ease. At the same time, his voice became as old and kind as that of an ordinary old man: "An ordinary boatman."

The old man stroked his beard, turned the bow of the boat, and soon disappeared on the lake. The surrounding scenery returned to normal. Behind her, there were people queuing up for a place to wash clothes. The people behind her looked at her with dissatisfaction as she occupied the deck and did not wash clothes but stood there in a daze.

That year she was in Chen An's body, and this body was eleven years old at that time. Every night before going to bed, she would ponder the meaning of the boatman's words. Combining some memories of her previous life, she realized that the method of exchange was not difficult. However, she kept delaying everything because of her selfishness.

She knew that Chen An would sooner or later go to the dark market and be called Nangong Chen An. She knew that Xia Jin would eventually become Shangguan Wan'er, but this time she only lived in Jiangzhou as Xia Jin.

Yang Yu had no intention of becoming anyone's wife. She could sense Chen An's feelings for her from their interactions in their previous life. Although their paths were different in this life, she believed that the same feelings would remain the same between them.

A sense of guilt flashed through her heart. She felt that she could never repay him for what she owed him in these two lifetimes. Now that the time was right, Yang Yu made her final farewell.

The person Xia Jin wanted to protect, the figure of the young man, appeared in front of Yang Yu whenever she closed her eyes. Over time, she didn't know whether she was influenced by Xia Jin and developed a great interest in this person.

But she got used to it.

She is used to avoiding emotions and just wants to guard silently, complete her original mission, and then walk in the sky without interacting with anyone.

To forget an ordinary person, you only need to turn around. To forget a loved one, you may only need to go through a complete transformation and accumulate enough disappointment; but to forget a loved one... is beyond her knowledge.

She knew her own character. If two people in love could be together, they would never give up easily. If she could turn around and leave, it must be that their fate had come to an end early.

It was a dream or not. After three days of deep sleep, Yang Yu woke up slowly and was shocked to realize that the truth was like this and the future was like this.

One hundred and thirty-two years in the Northern Kingdom, Yang Yu's mission in this world might have been accomplished. A trace of loneliness flashed through her heart. It was not easy to change the habits that she had developed after so many years of obsession.

Perhaps the impulse of love overcame reason. That night in the palace, Yang Yu used her privilege to walk beside Bei Mingmo. She knew the gap between them and didn't want to like someone without permission. However, her heart might never be able to accommodate another person, so she wanted to be willful for once.

After a night of romance, she thought she would be satisfied, content, and forget. But many of the people she met on the streets and alleys she passed by were not him or looked like him, but she could see the shadow of Bei Ming Mo.

So this is love.

Scary and real.

It goes beyond logic yet exists within reason.

When they met again, she looked at Bei Mingmo standing in front of her and asked herself in a hoarse voice: "How have you been all these years?"

She wanted to speak in a righteous manner and high-sounding words, but her voice couldn't stop shaking. Finally, she asked the question that had been lingering in her heart for countless times: "How have you been recently?"

"Do you love me?"

Yang Yu was stunned, hoping to keep the topic and laugh it off: "I...what do you think?"

"I don't want to feel that anymore."

"What answer do you want to hear from me?" Yang Yu changed his attitude to be cynical. "If you love me, then my answer is that I love you. If you don't love me, then my answer is that I don't love you and it won't cause you any trouble."

They talked a lot that day, and she thought they would stay together forever.

She thought she was the protagonist of this play, traveling through time, being reborn, and having her soul changed. How could an ordinary person go through so many changes?

When everything was going in the right direction, two uninvited guests came to the palace.

Lu Xi's expression changed slightly, and a subtle emotion appeared in her calm eyes. She bit her lip lightly and said, "Xia Jin, you don't belong to this world. Your existence itself is a mistake."

"I don't belong to this world?" Yang Yu thought that the other party might have discovered her identity, but she didn't understand why the other party said that her existence itself was wrong.

"You are a remnant soul of a god scattered in the human world. You should go back after training, but you have been obsessed with the human world and have escaped for a thousand years. Don't you know you are wrong?" The scholar said in a questioning tone. His voice was full of majesty and solemnity, and his eyes were firm and sharp.

Luxi seemed to be trying to restrain some kind of emotion in her heart, but the helplessness revealed in her eyes was hard to conceal. Her voice was a little bitter: "You can't escape. Even if you escape for a thousand or ten thousand years, you will eventually reunite with us and rush to our destiny together. We all experience the seven emotions and six desires of human beings, and finally let go. These are just our missions, not fate."

The disparity in power between gods and mortals is too great. Every word of those words struck Yang Yu's heart. She was taken back to the Ninth Heaven by the scholar and Lu Xi.

When her soul and body merged and her consciousness was about to dissipate, she felt a strong sense of unwillingness. She thought she was at least the protagonist of her own story, but reality told her so cruelly that she was just an insignificant supporting role in her own story.

She thought back to her past and didn't understand why fate had to play such a trick on her. She tried her best to maintain her remaining consciousness, and the resentment in her heart reached its peak.

Later, when Nanxian Qianyue woke up, the heartless and unloving ancient god did not notice the tears running down the corner of his eyes, which fell into the human world and into Beimingmo's bedroom.