Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 327: Destroyer
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For the old man in front of him, although Su Ming did n’t notice the slightest fluctuations in his body, even if it was like a candle that went out if the wind was swept, Su Ming ’s heart was full of respect.
He respects this old man, not because Tian Xie Zi has to sit opposite him silently.
He respects this old man, not because of its mystery, because Tian Xie Zi also wants to change his clothes in front of him.
Su Ming respects this old man. There is only one reason for him. He repaired the ordinary bone marrow for him, and this mound took over the memory of Su Ming and repaired this kind of thing. For Su Ming, it is like grace.
He thanked the old man for his respect from the heart. Even if the Su Ming's cultivation level is even higher, even if the old man is really just a mortal, it will never change.
"The graciousness of seniors returning to Xun, the juniors remember for life!" Su Ming clenched his fists at the old man and bowed deeply.
The old man who made Xun had a smile on his face, and his right hand was groping on a straw mat beside him, and he quickly took out the bone Xun belonging to Su Ming.
"Some things are not good, you believe that my blind man can repair it, and willing to send it to my hand, it will have a destiny with me, and you have a destiny with me.
This is fate, not grace. "The old man held the bone xun in his right hand and gently rubbed his left hand on it.
"Come and sit across from me ... The trauma of this Xun is not the point of trauma. The point is that it has no soul. Is the previous Master, when the Xun tune was played, did the song end?" The old man whispered to open mouth.
Su Ming was silent and sat cross-legged in front of the old man, looking at the bone loss in the old man's hand. A sorrow flashed in Su Ming's eyes.
"It should be ..." The old man sighed.
"That is not just the life of Master before it, but also the soul of Xun, making it reluctant to make a sound again, this is the key point of its damage." The old man raised his hand and turned the bone Loss forward.
It is only at this time that Su Ming can see from the details that the old man is indeed a blind man.
"Is it ... can I make a sound now?" Su Ming took over the bone damage. The place where there was a crack on the object now turned into a blood line, which looks like a patch, and it weighs more A lot, heavy in his hand.
"I can only repair its trauma, as for its soul is not willing to sing again, this matter, non-self can change, only you can change." The old man softly to open mouth.
"I always think that Xun has a soul, and its voice sobs ... If Xun has no soul, how can it carry people's emotions and how can it make a sound that makes people immersed.
It's just that some people can feel Xun's soul, while others can't. "The old man both eyes looked at Su Ming, but the godlessness in his eyes gave people the feeling that the world he saw was different from others.
"Loss of Souls" "Su Ming murmured. He thought of how lonely night he held this Xun himself, silently blowing out the Xun tunes that only he could hear, the sadness of music tune, like moonlight Sprinkle, let Su Ming count memory again and again.
"The soul of this Xun is dead ... that kind of death is ethereal and unexplainable, but when I first saw it, I knew that its soul was no longer.
If you want it to make a sound again, make the sound that belongs to you, and the kind of sound you want to hear, this requires you to add a new soul to it ... "The old man's voice reverberates in the house with the vicissitudes of life. From time to time, there are laughter sounds of children playing, which seems to be far and near, making people listen and listen, and there is trance.
"How can this be done?" Su Ming raised his head and looked at the old man.
"Forget it." The old man closed his eyes after being silent for a moment.
Su Ming looked at the loss in his hand and froze for a long time. He stood up and bowed deeply to the old man. When he turned and was about to leave, he stepped in.
"Predecessors, Southern lands is plagued by disasters, especially the location of this tribe, it is not far from Sky Mist City." If possible, move to the central part. The century-old battle may not be as usual. "Su Ming said softly, lifted the door of the house, and went out.
At the moment when half of his foot stepped out of the house, the old man's vicissitudes came from behind him.
"There is no relatively safe place in this world. Similarly, there is no relatively dangerous place. Flowers and plants take root and take root. Does it have a choice?"
The Su Ming paused for a while. The content contained in this sentence seemed a bit incomprehensible to him. In silence, Su Ming walked out of the house and out of this small tribe.
Looking at Jinglang ’s sky, the look of Su Ming has become complicated, but his heart is firm. He knows that the next thing he will face is this disaster that South Morning has never seen before. He also knows, In this disaster, countless people may die.
He can choose to escape, find a place to retreat, wait for the advent of disaster, and perhaps escape the crisis. But he can also not escape, but make himself stronger under the baptism of this natural disaster!
Normal practice will be slow in less than ten years. If you want to live better and make yourself stronger, you must have a fearless heart.
If there is no creation, then creation will come out, if there is no chance, then the opportunity will be killed, if the cultivation is a bottleneck, then it will be solved with blood, if life is in crisis, then use the madness between life and death to get out of your own The way to live.
"There is no relatively safe place or relatively dangerous place in this world ..." Su Ming murmured, as he walked further and further, his footsteps became more and more firm.
Su Ming walked like this, he did n’t expand his speed, he did n’t even exercise the slightest power in his body, including qi and blood, he just walked in this mountainous land like a mortal with his body. , Walking in this jungle.
Go in the direction of Sky Mist City.
His goal is Sky Mist City, but the goal in his heart is Wushan. Although he is walking on this road, he still has WuShan in his mind.
Walking on the way home, walking in his memory, like going after it.
The ups and downs of the mountains, the dampness and swamps in the jungle did n’t stop Su Ming for too long, and the time was spent on him walking for three days.
The journey of three days, in fact, if Su Ming expands his speed, it can be far exceeded in a moment, but he has no choice.
When he first started, he deliberately made himself forget about cultivation and everything, but slowly, as he walked through the mountains, jungles, plains and other places, when he looked in this vast world When he didn't reach other figures, he gradually achieved a state similar to forgetting.
Forget about your cultivation behavior, forget about walking on South Morning's earth, forget your goals, forget a lot, until Su Ming was tired in the jungle when the fourth night came.
He leaned tiredly against a big tree. raise the head looked at the night sky, behind the many lining leaves, half-covered moon, Su Ming took out the damage.
Put this Xun to his mouth, Su Ming closed his eyes, gently blowing, for a long time, in this jungle, no sound came out, and in Su Ming, his look was reminiscent, like I was immersed in the damaged song in my memory.
In this silent place, the edge of this jungle is some distance away from Su Ming, but not far away. At this moment, three figures are galloping from the direction of Sky Mist City.
The three figures are moving very cautiously. At present, one person is closed with both eyes. Within a few hundred feet of its circumference, there is a layer of invisible ripples echoing. Only when they touch some small animals that exist in the jungle, will they condense away in a large amount.
On this person ’s face, it can be seen under moonlight, whose face is stabbed with a bat pattern, that ’s not Barbarian Mark. ”It ’s a thorn!
The thorns of Shaman Clan!
Behind this person, one of the two following was extremely burly, and it seemed to contain powerful power, and the high-bulged muscles made this person like a hill. Every step he took, he would This earth seemed to tremble, but strangely, no sound came out.
This man carried a huge battle axe on his shoulder, a dark reddish brown on the blade of the axe, which was a trace of dried blood.
The other person is a short and thin figure. From the curve of his posture, it can be seen that this person is a little woman, whose appearance is ordinary, his face is slightly black, both eyes is like electricity, this is the case among the three The speed of the female gallop is the most calm, and it seems that such a gallop must slow down to keep the three people in sync.
There is a poison fly on the woman's face, which makes her look ugly.
The three of them galloped, and in a short time, they stopped in the jungle. At the moment, the position of the three of them is only five thousand feet away from Su Ming, but apparently, the three of them have not yet noticed the existence of Su Ming, and Su Ming , I was also immersed in the silent ruined song, not knowing each other. Outside these 5,000 feet, there was a rival of life and death once the two sides met.
"This is the place, according to the agreement, we have to wait one more hour, wait here well, Ying Huan, you are the fastest, patrol the area around the center of this area to determine whether it is safe .
According to the map, there are no tribes here. The nearest tribe is also some distance away. There should be no Barbarian Clan people, but be careful. "
"If there is no more than one hour later, I will leave." The woman among the three looked back at the speaker, her body flickered and disappeared into the night.
"All of them like killing a lot, and if he doesn't come, I will leave." The big man carrying the battle axe sat down and looked at the man with a bat pricked in the face.
“Relax, he needs the Shaman Crystal that we bring, and it will come. Once the transaction is successful, the three of us will die in vain for so many people and then successfully enter the Barbarian Clan. Under his magical technique, we can become incarnations. People who are Barbarian Clan, avoid ... Calamity of Eastern Wasteland. "The man with a bat spur on his face, low to open mouth, when he talked about the words Calamity of Eastern Wasteland, his breath was obviously short of breath.