Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 688: Beard
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It turns out that everything is a dream.
It ’s just that the world in the dream is so real. The South Morning ’s Nine Peaks is so warm. The care from Hu Zi Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother and First Senior Brother. Unspeakable thoughts.
It turns out that these are dreams ...
I have not been involved in the virtual hole of Wushan, grandfather has not disappeared, and I have never been there ... South Morning, nor a master called Tian Xie Zi.
So, this is really a dream ...
I have not visited Sky Cold Sect, nor have I been to Nine Yin World, nor have I seen any Shaman Clan people, Calamity of Eastern Wasteland, and the scene of hatred with those of Di Tian.
I did n’t cultivate myself, and finally reached Barbarian Soul Great Perfection and became ... Barbarian God.
"This dream is so long ..." Su Ming murmured, sitting on a dry tree in the area where Fengzhen Tribe gave Wushan Tribe. He sat there, looking far away, the snowy belt in the sky Whimpering, blowing on his body, making him subconsciously feel a little cold.
"In the dream, I saw those familiar people, Bei Ling, Chen Xin, Wu La, etc .... Fairies, Shaman Clan, Barbarian Clan, old people who had repairs, and places of death." Su Ming sighed.
"Is it really ... a dream?" Su Ming raised his head and looked at Feixue of sky, his eyes showing confusion.
Behind Su Ming is a tribe that is no longer complete. Those tribesmens that migrated from Wushan lost their loved ones and lost their homes. They can only become affiliates of Fengzhen within the scope of this Fengzhen Tribe.
grandfather received heavy injury and has been in a coma.
Lei Chen left. I do n’t know where I went, maybe I will come back one day, maybe ...
Wu La is dead, Nansong is dead, many tribesmen have become corpses, bursts of sorrow pervade the entire tribe. The heavy breathing seemed to freeze a little.
Shan Hen also died, died in his own hands, Su Ming bowed his head. Looking at his own hands, he fell silent.
In the tribe behind him, that little girl named Tong Tong. Has been shrinking in the corner, holding a broken doll, weeping.
"Su Ming, it's about to start." In the silence of Su Ming, a low voice came from his side, the voice came from Bei Ling, Bei Ling complexion pale, step by step, standing in Su Ming shrinking in the tree Below.
Su Ming looks at Bei Ling, he is a fairy in his dream. It ’s a person called Great Leaf Immortal Sect, a disciple of Di Tian, but ... it ’s a dream after all, is n’t it ...
Su Ming shook his head and jumped from the tree.
A funeral offering sacrifice to the dead soul of Wushan. In this tribe, in the grief and silent cry of all tribesmen, it unfolded, and the burning flame twitched a strange twist, and neatly placed in that flame ... a Wushan Tribe fallen body. That is all that can be found, the remains of the tribe who died.
These corpses are mostly incomplete and rarely appear complete. Flames burn on them. In the winter snow, all the Wushan tribesmen around them kneel silently on the ground.
Looking at the light and darkness in the flames, listening to the crackling sound, the silent crying around tribesmen became a depression, making the surroundings more and more cold.
In that flame, Su Ming saw Wu La, saw many familiar faces, saw many, many.
Late night on the third day of the end of the funeral, Su Ming stood in the tribe, looked at the snow of sky, and looked at the earth which was not darkened by snowflakes in the distance. He saw the figure of a woman, standing There, he seemed to wait for himself in silence.
That's Bai Ling (White Spirit).
The wind and snow are very big, and the world is divided and fragmented, and it cannot be reunited. In that snow, Su Ming walked to Bai Ling (White Spirit) and stood with her, silently, not speaking to each other.
Wearing a Bai Ling (White Spirit) with white mink hair and snow on the dark beautiful hair. The beautiful face is particularly beautiful in this wind and snow, but the concerns and sorrows in those eyes make her stare at the Su Ming and gradually flow down. Tears.
"I'm leaving ... going to a very distant place, it was my dad and grandma who heard the news and let someone pick me up ..."
Bai Ling (White Spirit) bit his lower lip and looked at Su Ming.
"Come with me." Bai Ling (White Spirit) whispered to open mouth.
Su Ming is bitter in heart, he has lost a lot of tribesmen, he has lost too much, he ca n’t leave, he is even more difficult to keep Bai Ling (White Spirit), he ... I do n’t know what he has to do to keep Bai Ling (White Spirit), let her not Go see her father and mother.
"All the way ... take care." Su Ming has been silent for a long time, the bitter to open mouth.
His words were almost finished. Bai Ling (White Spirit) came to Su Ming and gently embraced his body, a cold lip, and a face that made Su Ming unforgettable, replacing his world.
The lips are very cold, but with the warmth in the cold, and the bitterness of tears, they fuse together and form a ... parting kiss.
"Our agreement is still there, it is not seven days, not seven years, but a lifetime ... Su Ming, I will wait for you, always, always ..." Bai Ling (White Spirit) turned around and ran to the distance, where the tears were I couldn't see where it fell in the wind and snow, but there was a drop that seemed to fall on Su Ming's face.
It ’s the same cold, and it ’s not like tears or snow.
Su Ming stood there and stood until the vaguely, beside Bai Ling (White Spirit) in the distance, he saw two tall figures, like guardians, and took Bai Ling (White Spirit) away.
Su Ming ca n’t tell what it feels like, and has been silent for a long time.
Half a month after Bai Ling (White Spirit) left, grandfather woke up.
As for what happened in the battle with Black Mountain Barbarian-Elder, grandfather did not say, Su Ming did not talk to anyone. The death of Black Mountain Barbarian-Elder gradually became the past with the passage of time.
Su Ming can feel that his character has changed, no longer being lively, but accustomed to silence. tribesmen in the tribe, the past joys have disappeared, and the sadness of losing relatives and friends has made every one choose silence.
He began to practice all day and all night, began to refine the pharmaceutical stone, to improve his cultivation practice, but often, he also opened his eyes when he meditated late at night, recalling that dream.
The time flickers, which is ten years.
Ten years can change a lot. As the children grow up, as time goes by, the sorrows of ten years ago have been very light and very light. Only at the time of the annual sacrifice, people will remember that decade. Miserable before.
Wushan Tribe has completely become a subsidiary of Fengzhen, because grandfather ... has lost his cultivation base and has become an old man with a bad weather.
For the past ten years, Su Ming accompanied grandfather until the winter of the tenth year, on a cold late night, the cold wind whimpered outside, blowing leather tent, causing the lights in the tent to shake, grandfather lying there At this time, he was extremely old, he looked at Su Ming, looked at the grown-up young man in front of him.
"grandfather can't go on with you anymore ... Rassu, don't be sad, this day will come eventually ... Remember what grandfather said to you these years, remember ... Jiemanshan ... you You must go to Jieman Mountain, you must go to find this mountain.
Where is this mountain, grandfather is not clear, I only know, it ... in your heart, go find this mountain, you will be there, find everything you want. "
This is the last sentence grandfather said to Su Ming before he died.
grandfather, return to the market ...
On the third day of grandfather ’s life extinction, the cultivation of Su Ming entered Awakened and became the second person in the tribe to step into Awakened. The first one was Bei Ling.
The existence of two Awakened Realm makes Wushan Tribe fall into the Fengzhen Tribe's subsidiary, occupying a very high position, making Wushan Tribe, launched a ... migration back to his hometown.
Even if it is Fengzhen Tribe, it will not prevent such a migration, because today's Wushan Tribe has already got such a qualification.
It was a return home after a ten-year absence. When the whole Wushan Tribe fell, when he returned to the ruins of the Wushan ten years ago, there were many elderly people who were crying and kneeling on the land. , The crying voice echoed around.
Wushan is no longer the Wushan of the year, only four peaks, the tribes under Wushan, in the reconstruction after ten years, the silhouette of the past has slowly appeared.
This is the home, the home of Wushan Tribe, the soul of Wushan tribesmen.
The years passed silently in this silent, with each Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. The wedding of Bei Ling and Chen Xin was held in the fall under this Wushan. The wedding was very grand, because one was Patriarch of Wushan, and the other was the daughter of the previous generation Patriarch.
Bei Ling became the Patriarch of Wushan the moment it entered Awakened.
This joyful laughter, the wedding started after tribesmen returned home, many people were drunk in that joy, Su Ming silently stood in the distance, watching the tribesmen dance outside the campfire late at night, and there was joy in the ear The song, looking at the happy smile on the face of Chen Xin, and looking at the handsome appearance of Bei Ling, he already had the majestic uprightness of Patriarch, and he was drinking in silence.
He remembered Bai Ling (White Spirit).
It has been 17 years since Bai Ling (White Spirit) left.
Su Ming still remembers the icy kiss when Bai Ling (White Spirit) left seventeen years ago, and still remember that appointment.
Remember, he only remembered it by accident now, the dream in his mind when he woke up seventeen years ago, a very long, very long dream.
This night, Su Ming was drunk. His seventeen years of silence and unspeakable personality made him possess a high degree of dignity in this Wushan Tribe, especially after he became Wushan Barbarian-Elder. It is to make all tribesmen dare not talk more in front of him.
With drunkenness, holding a hip flask, Su Ming looked at Bei Ling and Chen Xin, turned to his tent, and began to practice. Outside his tent, squatted a somewhat old fire monkey, it was Little Red .
The passing of the years, the separation of life and death, and the separation of life and death, gradually with the leaves of the autumn, the annual rings are drawn in the falling, circle by circle, representing a year and a year.
It's another thirty years, in the past. (To be continued)