C491 A Mask Man from 100 Years ago

She was curious about everything along the way. Xu Qingmo brought her shopping, and unknowingly, dusk had arrived, the sky was soaked with sunset.

Arriving at an intersection, her eyes suddenly lit up, the jade hand holding onto Green Horn pulled, pulling Xu Qingmo's arm.

"Come, I'll take you somewhere." As he spoke, he started running.

Xu Qingmo was surprised as he followed behind. Wasn't this his world? He recognized his at first sight. Could it be that her world was extremely similar to his?

Following along the road, Xu Qingmo discovered that he recognised this place as well. It was the river where Mei Yuhuang lived.

Then, when he finally stood at the edge of the river, Xu Qingmo was stunned, his entire brain about to explode.

The river was the same, but everything around it was different.

The houses on both sides of the river were no longer those imitated ancient dwellings that were artificially built. There were no elegant wooden houses by the river, only the mottled ancient walls that remained after time had washed them away.

The weeping willow on the riverbank was still there, but it was not the kind of huge willow tree that could be embraced by at least two people. Instead, it was the kind of weeping willow that was as thick as a person.

Xu Qingmo suddenly raised his head, and saw that the tall buildings in the distance had all disappeared, leaving behind only the night sky with scattered lights.

Even the wind that blew past him in the evening had lost the bustle and noise of the busy city, leaving behind only the pure and simple cool breeze mixed with the distant mood.

Where was this?

Xu Qingmo was stupefied. The river in front of him was still the same river, but everything around him had changed.

"We have a custom here. At this time of year, you can make a wish by the river and carve your thoughts on the willow tree. If you can find that line of words after a long time, then your worries will come true."

In the darkness of the night, her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. The evening wind blew past her hair, bringing out a captivating charm.

As he said that, he took out a hairpin and gave it to Xu Qingmo: "Write it yourself."

Xu Qingmo took the hairpin, and looked at the willow tree in front of him, as if he understood something.

He ran to the willow tree next door and peeked at Xu Qingmo. When he realized that Xu Qingmo was in a daze and did not notice him, he started to carve.

Xu Qingmo held the hairpin in his hand and thought about it for a long time. Finally, he understood what was going on with his hand and extended it out.

When he first saw that Xu Qingmo was still inscribing after he finished, he was somewhat curious and wanted to go over to take a look. Thus, he pretended to walk over, and with just a glance, his body went into a daze, and then blossomed like a flower.

Before the sweetness at the bottom of his heart could melt, it was discovered by Xu Qingmo.

As he said that, he came to the willow tree next to Xu Qingmo's side and started carving again.

Xu Qingmo looked at the willow tree in front of him. His heart inexplicably had some fear, some anticipation, and some excitement.

"This is for you." The voice that he had previously heard sounded out.

Xu Qingmo turned around, and saw that at first glance, his hair was loose, but at first glance, he was standing right in front of him. Even in the darkness of the night, the redness on his face could still be seen.

He then turned around, and with a raise of his hand, he lifted his own hair. His voice was soft and melodious like the evening breeze, "Can you help me get up with a hairpin?"

Xu Qingmo approached the hairpin in a daze and gently put the hairpin into his hair. The gentle evening breeze carried the unique fragrance that was unique to the first time he saw it, as it seeped into his heart.

"Thank you." After saving up her hair, first I saw her look like a newlywed woman. She shyly glanced at Xu Qingmo, then she immediately turned around and left, not daring to look any further.

Xu Qingmo spread open his hands, looked at the hairpin in his palm, and suddenly realized something.

"Sigh." Xu Qingmo reached out and grabbed the shoulder that he saw before.

"Eh?" When he first saw it, he was stunned and his entire body froze on the spot. He did not dare to move at all, as if he had just chanted an incantation.

Xu Qingmo released his hand, and his fingers swept past the hair he had seen previously. Feeling the fine and exquisite sensation of his hair sliding across his hair, his mind suddenly felt empty.

He could touch the body that he had seen before?

Since when had he and she managed to cross a boundary and come into contact with each other?

A light flashed in Xu Qingmo's mind, he grabbed the hand he had seen before and ran into the alley they came from.

He had initially thought that he would be pulled by Xu Qingmo to the point of staggering, but he didn't dare to let out a single cry of alarm, afraid that his breathing would become ragged and disturb his dreamlike state.

A man and a woman, hand in hand, ran out of the alley and onto the street.

This place was no longer the capital of China in the twentieth century, but instead, a simple and elegant stone street. The sky was dark, and before Xu Qingmo had time to clearly see the sky, he saw a stream of people rushing over from afar.

Black and blue, as well as the black and white on top of his head, converged into a surging torrent as he moved forward through the vast era.

These people all looked like university students, but they were all dressed in Chinese style school uniforms. The boy wore a black middle mountain suit, the girl's top was blue cotton and linen cloth, and the girl's lower half was a black cloth dress that reached to her knees. Her feet were covered with grey or black cloth shoes, and she actually held a flag of her own making, with a black and white background.

Everyone had solemn expressions on their faces, as if they were going to participate in the biggest event of their lives. Even the mountains and seas of blades could not change their expressions as they went forward, one after the other.

This is a parade?

Xu Qingmo was startled, he shook his head, and confirmed that he had not seen wrongly.

However, in the next moment, everything in front of them turned into a busy city street. All kinds of luxurious cars whizzed past, lights shone brightly, and the area in front of them lit up brightly.

Xu Qingmo took a step back, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again. The flow of traffic in front of him was still the same, the student parade just now was just an illusion.

His hands were also empty, Xu Qingmo turned his head, and saw the astonishment in his eyes.

She too, lost between reality and illusion.

All of this was extremely mystical. It was on the same terrain, but the scene he saw two times was completely different. Previously, he had guessed that he was in a different world from his previous one, but seeing the scene of his students parading, he suddenly thought of another possibility.

Perhaps, when he first met her, it was not the intersecting of space, but the intersecting of time.

The same streets and the same rivers, her side was the urban scenery of the 20th century. However, what she was familiar with at first glance was her world. It was the same as it was during the Republic of China.

In other words, when they first met, they were people from the Republic of China. They had grown up by about a hundred years!

However, this was only Xu Qingmo's instantaneous guess, and the only thing that could verify this guess was the method in front of him!

Xu Qingmo remembered that when he was fighting with Mei Yuhuang at the riverside, he saw a line of words on a willow tree.

"The first time I saw Qingyi looking forward to leaving the pavilion!"

If the Qing Yi inside was referring to Chen Qingyi, then this sentence, no matter how one looked at it, seemed like the words that were previously written down.

The first time he met Chen Qingyi, he was looking forward to leaving the Red Chamber!

The words that he had just seen carved on the willow tree were these.

Xu Qingmo looked at the person in front of him, and started to ask.

However, when he first saw Xu Qingmo standing in front of him, with a complicated expression on his face, he also saw the mysterious changes that had taken place on the streets, and he guessed what Xu Qingmo was thinking.

The two of them were not of the same age, but there was a hundred years difference between them.

The him in front of him was a junior that would only be born many years after his death.

The difference in time was far greater than the distance between time and space.

The two of them were bound to never meet each other.

All his fantasies and dreams from before had vanished into thin air.

Time and space were crisscrossed. He still had the chance to go from one world to another. But was such a thing really happening?

Time was irreversible!

At this moment, all the thoughts and anticipations, words, smiles, and scenes gathered at this moment and then compressed to the extreme before exploding out like a flood, drowning all that had happened before.

When he first saw that he could not hold on anymore, and could not take it, his entire being seemed to have changed as he pounced towards Xu Qingmo.

Xu Qingmo also subconsciously opened his arms and hugged the beauty in front of him.

In his arms, soft and fragrant jade. On one side was a flood of students, and on the other side was a endless stream of cars and horses. The time and space between the two were a hundred years apart, overlapping at this instant …

Xu Qingmo suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body, feeling an unprecedented sense of danger.

Repeating it over again and over again would result in death. This feeling was even more terrifying than the feeling when a bullet was inserted into his forehead.

Even with Xu Qingmo's skill, he was still scared stiff and stared blankly for a moment.

In the next moment, a black shadow jumped down from the roof behind him. Like lightning, with the force of a tiger, he pounced towards Xu Qingmo from the sky.

Under the cold shine of the moonlight above his head, Xu Qingmo saw the strange mask on his face that made him seem like he was crying yet not laughing at all.

Why would a mask appear on his face!

However, in the next moment, Xu Qingmo saw a white Flood Dragon materialize behind this person. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, threatening him in a threatening manner, and it instantly reminded him of another matter.

The person in front of him who attacked him was not the person who had imitated his mask, but the person who fought against the mysterious woman and appeared in the image he saw a hundred years ago in the forest under the Qiu Ming Shan, through the mountain magnetic field.

Only when he used a cultivation method would the aura behind him surge and become extremely powerful. It would condense the water vapor in the air and form the totem of a Flood Dragon!

The masked man from a hundred years ago had used all his strength to punch right at Xu Qingmo's head the moment he appeared!