Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 1238: Dream can be another autumn
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"Man Concubine ..."
"Well to meet the barbarian ..."
"Respect of the Barbarian Concubine, Respect of Barbarian Clan ..." bursts of confusing memories. With the consciousness of Su Ming taking this holy island as the center and spreading rapidly around, it instantly covered the entire Barbarian Clan world. The entire repair of Barbarian Clan was shrouded in the will of Su Ming, and he acquired almost all the memories of these people related to the barbarians.
It ’s just that the memory is incomplete, just some bits and pieces, unless Su Ming increases the power of consciousness, then he will surely get all the answers he wants, only at the cost ... It will be almost half of the repair of Barbarian Clan, and the consciousness will collapse and Die.
For a long time, when the sound of Guzheng revolved again, the Su Ming's consciousness was withdrawn. He saw the memories of many people. Among them, almost all of Barbarian Clan's feelings for the Concubine were admired.
It is a symbol, a symbol of the spirit of Barbarian Clan. It can be seen from Su Ming of the respect of the Barbarian Clan cultivation heart to the barbarian concubine. For thousands of years, for a piece of scattered Barbarian Clan, if it is not the existence of Fang Canglan, I am afraid it will have been consumed. In their respective killings.
Su Ming was silent, he did n’t get a real answer, but he also got some answers, with a little guilt, Su Ming looked at him beside the Guzheng, playing the sound of zither, telling the silent and lonely Fang Canglan, his right hand Lifted up and waved suddenly around.
With this wave, in the will of Su Ming, the years suddenly reversed here.
Ten years ago ... Fang Canglan was standing by the window, watching the sunset in the distance, and there was a trace of loss in her shadow. There was a Ming (Destiny) Clan repair behind her, whispering about Barbarian Clan.
Twenty years ago ... Fang Canglan played a zither with a beautiful face like a statue, or she is indeed a living statue.
Thirty years ago ... Barbarian Clan islands sent messengers to offer sacrifices. On this island of Sacred Land, people close to tens of thousands permeated and worshipped towards Fang Canglan. The voice of the shouting Concubine reverberated, and it fell into the ears of Su Ming through the years.
Forty years ago ...
Fifty years ago ... until one hundred years, the life of Fang Canglan was in front of the repair of Barbarian Clan every few years, the most is in this palace, quietly playing Guzheng, quietly by the window Looking at the sky outside.
Two hundred years ago, the rainwater in the night sky condensed moonlight, and when it splashed into the sea, the moonlight became a crystal drop, and Fang Canglan by the window. The figure was thin, letting the wind outside the window blew with rain, and drenched him.
Overnight rain ...
Three hundred years ago, the calmness of Fang Canglan was no longer the same, and she often saw struggling on her face. Seeing hesitation and helplessness, only Guzheng's company seemed to calm her down, whether it was flying snow or rain, they were all in a cage that was not a cage. Spend silently.
Four hundred years ago ...
Five hundred years ago ... Su Ming saw all the time that Fang Canglan was in this palace. She watched Fang Canglan from struggling to quiet, from quiet to habit, and from habit. Gradually turned into a bleak.
That is not a closed door. If it is closed door, it may not be a torment for more than a thousand years, and it is fleeting. But this is a thousand years in a palace. These years are enough to crush people, especially she is only a woman.
Six hundred years ago ...
Seven hundred years ago ... In the reversal of thousands of years, in the eyes of Su Ming, he saw one by one, he saw the building of this palace, and saw the worship of the people of Barbarian Clan for thousands of years. When the whole Barbarian Clan was calmed by Fang Canglan, it became a spiritual soul now from a piece of sand.
He also understands why there is such a strong power of Karma Technique in the world of Barbarian Clan, all this ... all because of Fang Canglan.
Until I saw it in the eyes of Su Ming, when the palace of Sacred Land mountain was not built yet, it was just an island in Ming (Destiny) Clan, he saw Tooth Barbarian, Xuesha, Tian Qi, Wushuang, etc. The Su Ming seal was given to the once powerful people in the tribal breeding ground. They and Fang Canglan were silently on this mountain peak, watching the sea water undulate in the distance.
Beside them, there is also a gentle man who is also standing there silently, that is ... Second Senior Brother.
"I'm leaving, I want to leave Barbarian Clan earth, go to Outer World ... to find Little Junior Brother, your Barbarian God."
"The imprint that complies with the will of this place, I do n’t know whether my memory will be complete and some will be lost after leaving, but I have a feeling that this time I leave, I will forget something ...
The memory of Barbarian Clan will be a lot blurred, this is the price, it is the price to get repaired, it is the price of the will imprint here ... "
"Now, when I still know my memory clearly ... I think Barbarian Clan needs a symbol. Although I am not Barbarian Clan, but my Little Junior Brother is Barbarian God, you ... need a symbol that will unite the soul of the family. "
"She will be a concubine, as the concubine of Fourth God of Barbarians, above all else, condensing the scattered souls of Barbarian Clan, this is my suggestion."
......
The pictures of the years are fragmented in front of Su Ming's eyes, like the breaking of a mirror, the fragments disappear into the void, as if nothing exists.
Time, back to this moment, back to Su Ming when gazing at Fang Canglan, the sound of Guzheng in the ear is far away.
He saw all the stories of Fang Canglan in those years, saw the tears in the corner of her eyes when she meditated at night, saw her waiting, saw all she paid for Barbarian Clan.
This is a very determined girl, a girl who can sacrifice all the girls for Barbarian Clan, or ... she is not all for Barbarian Clan, more for Su Ming.
Thousands of years may not be long, but what is really long is that you will not know how long it will be. In this palace, in a cage that is not a cage, when will you wait.
Maybe ... it was the day when the Dead Sea dried up.
Vaguely, the woman in Su Ming at this moment is obviously older than that of that time. She gradually and silently watched her leaving on the Southern Pond Island mountain peak in the wind, and overlapped with her.
"I ... come back." The Su Ming looks soft, and the inner guilt is getting stronger and stronger. In the previous millennium of reversal, this rich guilt has been deeply buried in his soul, unable to to be erased, unable dissipate.
For Fang Canglan, Su Ming can't tell what kind of feeling it was. It was good in those days, and now it doesn't matter. After the time has settled, this feeling has now turned into a glass of wine for thousands of years.
After drinking this wine, only people who taste it in person will know its taste. It will be transformed into three words. When Su Ming spoke, his voice was hoarse although it was soft.
The sound of Guzheng suddenly took place, and Fang Canglan's body trembled slightly. She raised her head and slowly turned around to see the figure that appeared around her when she didn't know when.
The figure looks strange, and the breath is also strange, but the both eyes eyes, the softness of the eyes, are the pupils in the Fang Canglan dream who do not know how many times.
Her look is calm, but under this calm, there is silent excitement and complexity, which turns into tears in the corner of the eyes and flows for thousands of years ...
"Under the clock in Handan, you and I got together ..." Su Ming murmured, his right hand lifted through hair of Fang Canglan.
"On Nine Peaks, you and I met ..." Su Ming's voice whispered, Fang Canglan bit his lip, staring at Su Ming, she tried to calm herself, and tried not to let tears flow, but she did Less than.
"Wow the barbaric war, goodbye is a human shortage ..." Su Ming stroked hair of Fang Canglan, gently pulled it into his arms, a tremor buried in the chest of Su Ming in the head of Fang Canglan, he Feel the heartbeat of Fang Canglan, feel the thousand years of bitterness and wait in her tears.
"Southern Pond Island, looking away from each other, when I left, I gave you a long look ..." Su Ming looked at the chest of the woman, the inner guilt, so that he could no longer speak.
Love is speechless.
Who is it, twisting the acacia of this millennium for a long time, from Desolate Heaven continent still, to the old island of Wangyangcheng ... Fanghua moment, where is the first sight ...
Those former acquaintances are still faint, but in the millennium of change, the dust has fallen into the river, and the search has no trace.
The wind and rain jacket sleeves fluttered outside the window, and the moonlight couldn't bear to come gently.
Dream may have another fall in the dream.
Looking down, lowering your eyebrows, burying your chest, the past is vague, and you ca n’t tell whether this moment is a dream or a worry ...
Yiyi sighed, tears in the corner of her eyes, the tears seemed to reflect the figure dancing on the mountain and the wind. This figure stood in the years and waited until the face of Fangfei, as if at this moment, with that sigh, talk She was speechless again.
Just sigh if each other is a passer-by in life, then the heart will not hurt, the sigh is only a moment, but no more than three breaths ... only sigh if life can come back, then if you do n’t know each other, you may not friend.
If you have n’t seen each other, maybe you do n’t owe each other. You can look like the blue orchid valley, see Desolate Heaven is old, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and the clouds are light and windy, accompanied by the guzheng. Yu Niao's eyes were dim, deceived the noon dream, and deceived his love ...
You have long hair and a fragrant fragrance, and you can clean your face. You do n’t have to ask for the past life and the future life.
Su Ming put Canglan in her arms. The weak body made Su Ming's heart hurt. This pain was very deep, but it was too late for thousands of years. The woman in her arms is no longer blowing from her side more than a thousand years ago. The fresh breeze that has flowed into his heart has become eternal.
Unseen Canglan both eyes, looking at the palace window on the chest of Su Ming, looking at the unspoiled autumn scenery outside, the autumn sunlight, like the thoughts that have passed through the ages, murmured and buried here The bottom of the woman's heart was the unspeakable style.
"I forgot the vicissitudes of the sea, the mortal beings, the self, but myself ..." (to be continued)