Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 586: Qu Zhongren San
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Su Ming should go.
Even if he does n’t leave, he should cherish the fortune given by the old man who repaired this time, because these three days of fortune can help him resist the big catastrophe he is about to face.
Destroy this imaginary beauty, kill all the people who may be fictional, including his relatives, friends, love, friendship, etc., have a determination to give everything to become stronger, to resist, have a kind of determination Call the cruelty of the strong, after destroying all this, reshape!
This is the true meaning of the three days of creation, and it is also the old man who is dying. I hope that Su Ming can do it, like an explosion in silence!
It is like cutting off thoughts, cutting off memories, ignoring the past, not caring about the future, replacing your memory with remodeling, and ruthlessness to complete a very important transformation of yourself!
This time, the transformation is to sacrifice bone Great Perfection and become the transition of the Barbarian Soul powerhouse, this ... is the creation!
For Su Ming, with clear comprehension, it gradually became completely clear. He guessed that the help of the elderly repaired him, he felt faintly, if he followed the other party ’s method to reshape his life after destruction, this, It means that he has mastered his own destiny. At the moment he is shaping, he will infect his soul with the Completion in his state of mind.
Because of the soul of Completion, so ... At the moment of shaping this life, Barbarian Statue belonging to him Su Ming will be shaped!
It also means that when he walks out from here, he is no longer a bone sacrifice. He will be in this strange power, in the creation that this old man who has repaired may have paid a great price to become Barbarian Soul in one fell swoop. Strong!
Thus, to face the next big disaster in his life!
The old man who repaired Xun paved a Great Dao for him. Although Su Ming did not know who the other person was, he could feel that the old man was not malicious to himself ...
This creation. This big gift ... Su Ming, but it is unacceptable.
Because of this price, it is to destroy everything. Can Su Ming kill Bai Ling (White Spirit) holding him behind him, can he kill grandfather in his sleep, can he end his life in his sleep, can he kill Chen Xin? , Just because of Completion ...
He can kill Lei Chen and kill his parents. Crush everything in Wushan Tribe.
"I can't do it ..." Su Ming grinned. He could feel the warmth of Bai Ling (White Spirit) behind him, which he could not do.
Time passes slowly. Su Ming stood there, Bai Ling (White Spirit) holding him behind his back, the sky was no longer dark, but a little shiny.
On this night, the two of them stood like this, without talking to each other. Bai Ling (White Spirit)'s worm was first buried on the back of Su Ming, and the sense of heartbeat that came from her made her shed tears without knowing why.
The tears may be acacia, but they ca n’t bounce, and they stained Su Ming ’s clothes.
Until the early morning, Su Ming chose to leave, and Bai Ling (White Spirit) lay quietly on her bed, seeming to fall asleep. But the tears in those eyes were still there, dripping on the pillow and missing.
In that tear, how many times did you look back, how many times did you miss, how many times did you sigh, maybe even Bai Ling (White Spirit) himself was unclear.
Walking in the early morning in the early morning, Su Ming walked out of this Wulong Tribe. He walked silently in the mountain forest, watching the sun beams and the leaves of the jungle, Little Red on his shoulder seemed to feel the complexity of Su Ming , Followed by silence along the way.
This is the first day.
Two days are left for the time chosen by Su Ming.
He had planned to go to Fengzhen Tribe, but at this moment he had no thoughts. He looked at Wushan under the sun, and did not go to see the ruins of Huoman. The feeling of exhaustion filled his mind.
He chose to go home.
Go back to Wushan Tribe and go back to his home.
The Wushan Tribe in the early morning, like the recovery of all things, tribesmen are doing their own things in the cooking smoke. The children seem to never tire, looking forward to the daytime, looking forward to playing with their partners.
The return of Su Ming, looking at the familiar tribe, he silently sat outside his tent, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, looking at the bright sun, looking at all the memories in the tribe.
He wants to remember all of this, once again, firmly remember, if there is a knife, engrave this scene scroll deeply in his heart and in his soul.
"The only way to control the fate of could it be that is to destroy these ..." Su Ming whispered to himself.
"This kind of destruction may indeed allow people to control their destiny, because a cold heart can't bear the slightest warmth. If there is no love, then all the other means of the other party will not find a place to live.
But ... "Su Ming looked at the children running around in the open space in front of him, he closed his eyes.
"Are they also fake ..."
The sky is slowly getting late, and the dusk is passing. moonlight is scattered on earth, Su Ming has been sitting there, watching all the tribes, without thinking again, but silently watching the sunrise and sunset.
He knows that when the sun rises again, it will be his last day in the memory of Wushan.
Maybe next time, I do n’t know when it will be, maybe no more.
Su Ming closed his eyes and whirld the Xun tune played in the tribe in his ear, overnight ...
When the early morning of the next day came, sky was no longer sunny, but there was dark clouds, and there was a light rain, but Su Ming did not think about anything on this last day, he accompanied him with a smile Speaking with grandfather, I am happy to help Grandpa Nansong organize the pharmacy. It is like a child, playing with these children and telling stories to them. The silver bell laughter that came out at that time has become the most pleasant voice in this tribe. .
He laughed and played with Lei Chen, just like the teenager who was ignorant of the outside world and did not even think about it. He had his own friends and relatives, and he was happy and carefree.
In Wu La, despite being very contemptuous of Su Ming, Su Ming always smiled, without any complaints, and actively helped Wu La to do things that belonged to her. That smile made Wu La a dumb, cold face. , And slowly eased a lot.
The Bei Ling side, Su Ming seems to be exhausted. With his last day, he is very polite, thinking of the help of his childhood, thinking of the grace of the arrow, even in the Bei Ling of coldly indifferent, after the silence. , Nodded to Su Ming complexly, the two were there, as many years ago, they shot arrows.
As for Chen Xin, she sat happily aside, looking at the two men who had both walked into her heart in front of her, and sometimes stepped forward to hand over the clear water, the laughter echoed.
Everyone in the tribe felt something different on Su Ming on this day. On this day, he was busy from early morning to dusk and until late at night.
Smiles always exist on his face, but ... With the arrival of the night, with the spread of moonlight, no one can see the sadness behind his smile.
When it was dark that day, Su Ming's smile became bitter. He watched the lights around the tribe gradually go out, and watched everything change from prosperity to silence, and his heart tingled.
"Are you leaving ..." Su Ming murmured. He knew that when the sun rises again, he ... will disappear in this beauty.
The bitterness on his face gradually turned into a smile. He needed to laugh. He wanted to laugh. Even if he left, he could be content for three days.
Laughing, laughing, Su Ming did not go to see moonlight, did not go to see the darkness and tribes around, but opened the door of the tent, walked in, and lay on his small bed, looking at the surrounding Familiar, he slowly closed his eyes with a smile.
Sleep, maybe when you wake up, you are still here ...
Su Ming murmured softly.
In the end, he still did not choose the path pointed out by the old man Xun. Even if he went on, he could Barbarian Soul. Even if he went on, he could have the qualification to resist the coming of the catastrophe.
Even so, he ... chose his own way.
All these are true and false, not necessarily true and false.
Mirror flower water month, this month is also a month! This flower is still a flower!
Destroy can shape a new life, but keep everything, keep it in the depths of memory, become the most precious beauty of a lifetime, let your heart not be cold, let your feelings never die, and may not be able to shape a new life!
"Fate is mine, I choose it myself, I say it is true, he is in my heart ... really exists." Su Ming closed his eyes slowly, and fell asleep.
"Farewell ... My Wushan ..."
"Goodbye ... my loved ones ..."
"My friends ... my love, all my childhood ... you are always in my heart, in the deepest part of my heart, become my warmth ... Farewell ..."
This is the feeling of deep sleep he never found even after he left Wushan, even on the Nine Peaks. That feeling is the taste in his memory ...
At the moment when he was asleep, Su Ming could n’t hear it, and there was a sigh whirling in the midst of it. The sigh sound contained an ignorant taste that could not be distinguished.
This world is gradually shrouded in mist, and this world is gradually becoming nothingness.
When Su Ming opened both eyes again, the first thing he heard was the sound of sea water, what he smelled was the smell of the sea, what he saw ... It was that lonely island, all around, no Wushan, no tribe, There is no figure at all.
The only thing is the bald hairy crane lying there, sparsely opening his eyes.
Su Ming stood there for a long time, for a long time, until he closed his eyes again and slowly opened.
"The dream has woken up." Su Ming can still see the scenes of those three days, a sorrow, and then will be integrated into his temperament, this is the sadness of the soul, this is the wound of homesickness.
This is the astringent wind, this is what he chose, beautiful.
Sigh, Su Ming clenched his fists, and respectfully paid a deep respect to the island under his feet. He worshipped the old man who was dying, thanking him for his three days of creation.
After one week, Su Ming raise the head took a step forward and grabbed the bald hairy crane. The whole person turned into a long rainbow and went straight to sky.
Behind him, the island slowly disappeared, except for the sad wisp of whirling whimpering, seemingly sending Su Ming until he left.
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First! Come and smash the monthly ticket, not tired of ears! (To be continued)