Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 749: If life is just like seeing you for the first time
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The boy does not flick with tears.
In the memory of Su Ming, he has n’t cried a few times in his life, but today, he cried, his tears flowing down his cheeks, he looked at the broken Nine Peaks, this battle came to mind to protect him And choose the faces where self-destruction died.
There are Bai Su and Yu Xuan.
All these things are now turned into flying smoke, blown away by the sea breeze. He hates the fairy family, hates the Chenzong, and hates the yin and death to make him a son of yin and death boundary.
Su Ming stood outside the broken Nine Peaks cave abode, looking at the Second Senior Brother of eyes closed in that cave abode, the Hu Zi that was sleeping, and the First Senior Brother with a stone figure all over, Su Ming was in tears, watching silently.
He knows, this one may be the last one. Maybe in this life, there is no second time, you can see Senior Brother, you can see Nine Peaks, because he has to go far, far away.
Because of him at that time, there will be no love and no pain.
Su Ming stood there. After a long time, he knelt slowly and knocked nine heads towards cave abode.
"First Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Hu Zi ... I am looking for the Master, so please give it to you ... Master, Su Ming is not filial ..." Su Ming shed tears and kowled his head.
After a long while, when Su Ming got up, the bald-headed crane silently handed Su Ming a strand of white muslin.
That was the last thing left before the death of Bai Su. It was grabbed by the right hand of Su Ming after his body collapsed, and was kept by the bald hairy crane, and was not blown away by the wind.
white muslin, Su Ming watched silently.
One day later, Su Ming left No. Nine Peaks. Behind him, in the Nine Peaks mountain on the seabed, there was an extra grave buried under the seabed outside cave abode of Su Ming.
Buried in that grave is a strand of white muslin, that is ... Bai Su's grave.
Su Ming is gone, there is the promise of the old voice of yin and death vortex, Su Ming knows that in this Barbarian Clan, there is no power to disturb his Senior Brother.
He left, followed by a bald crane who didn't want to let Su Ming go alone, no matter what Su Ming, it silently followed and accompanied Su Ming.
Qian Chen shed tears on the top of the Nine Peaks and watched Su Ming go away. He swears in his heart that he must become stronger, he must be certain, and he must be stronger.
He ca n’t forget Su Ming. He ca n’t forget that these days seem miserable, but after losing it, he feels the memory he cherishes.
And now, everything is gone.
Qian Chen cried and sat on the mountain.
Su Ming walked in the sky and earth, he unleashed all his speed, and in spite of all the crazy galloping, he spent three days, even burned repairs, crossed the Dead Sea, and flew from Eastern Wasteland Continent to the Western Union.
He is running out of time. Before leaving, he will go to Ximeng to see if there is Wushan there, to see if there are any old people there.
The earth of the Western Union, a piece of black soil, there is a mountain in the area on the edge. The four fingers of this mountain now stand between the heavens and the earth. Under the mountain is a jungle, boundless.
This season is the winter of the Western Union. Snow huā falls down, making the jungle look like a white wedding dress, wrapped in earth silver. It looks like this wedding dress is like a funeral.
In the falling snow, Su Ming came here and came to his hometown, Wushan.
He did n’t find Lei Chen, he did n’t find any old friend, but he found this mountain and found the beauty that exists in his memory.
Looking at Wushan, the tears of Su Ming shed again. He walked over to Wushan and touched the rock of the mountain. Snow huā fell on him, making him reluctant to wipe it off. He walked through the jungle under the mountain, Stepping on the snow, this road is the beautiful circle when he was carrying Bai Ling (White Spirit).
Until he reached the place where Wushan Tribe was supposed to fall, here ... there are no tribes.
Maybe many years ago, there was a tribe here. Her name was Wushan Tribe, but today, in the eyes of Su Ming, there is a white snow and a dry forest.
Here, Su Ming stands silently, time passes, for a long time ...
The bald hairy crane was on the side, looking around, accompanied by silence.
The sun sets, the sun rises, the snow huā floats all night, the Su Ming stands all night, he looks at the jungle, at the snow, he suddenly steps forward, the whole person kneels on the ground, hands go Digging the snow off the ground and digging up the dirt on the ground, he was as crazy as a whole, digging away with both hands. Gradually, his hands were bloody, but he didn't seem to know the pain and continued.
Until a deep pit was dug by Su Ming, in that deep pit, he dug some abandoned things buried under the ground, that is some stone tools, some pots and bowls, and some bits and pieces with a rotten atmosphere .
Looking at these, the tears of Su Ming fell on it, so he is familiar with this item, and those belong to ... Wushan.
Su Ming did n’t know how he left Wushan and the jungle. He walked bitterly aimlessly. When he walked out of the jungle, there appeared a burst of misty kom in front of him. It was a small tribes.
This is a small tribes rooted and proliferating here sometime, Su Ming looked at the cooking smoke and slowly walked towards this tribe, bursts of cheerful music tune sounds, and the child ’s happy laughter, followed As Su Ming approached, it gradually passed into his ears.
Looking and looking, Su Ming seemed to see Wushan Tribe, until finally in the snow, Su Ming lowered his head, with a trace of melancholy, he turned and walked away, a mask appeared in his right hand, that The black mask was gleaming in the light, and it was particularly vivid in the snow.
Just at the moment when Su Ming was about to put this mask on his face, suddenly, his footsteps stopped, he turned his head to look at the jungle in the distance. On the snow in the jungle, there was a pair of young men and women, Quarrel there.
"You said that you'll be with me forever. You've known it. It's a promise ..." It was a woman's voice. The woman looked at the youth in front of her and cried to open mouth.
"I said ... but ... that young man was silent, bitter to open mouth after a long time.
"No, but, I know you still love me, why do you have to leave? We used to swear in the snow before, we have to walk all the way to the white head in the snow, that snow, we white head , But this snow, do we have to separate, our agreement ... "The woman shed tears and her voice fluttered in the snow.
The young man bowed his head bitterly, he had his bitterness.
Su Ming looked at this pair of young men and women and listened to their words. A woman full of wild beauty emerged before his eyes. The woman was Bai Ling (White Spirit), which was like Bai Su.
"Can you reach the white head in the snow ..."
"This is a convention."
Su Ming closed his eyes, and at the moment of his eyes closed, his Intent Soul spread out ...
The young man in the jungle shivered. When raise the head, his eyes showed softness, and the soft eyes stopped the weeping woman from crying.
The young man smiled softly and walked over to the woman, taking off the bones and teeth hanging from her neck, and taking off the earrings on the woman ’s left ear.
"In the wind and snow, we can go to the white head, outside the wind and snow, we can also, this is a promise!"
The woman hugged the young man, and the crying voice was full of joy.
At the moment, Su Ming in the distance opened his eyes, he did not look back, but continued to walk towards the distance, facing the snow, his right hand lifted up, slowly, slowly the mask Wear it on your face.
The moment the mask was put on the face, there was no more warmth in the body of the Su Ming. Instead, it was cold and ruthless, and it became a cold that cannot be melted by the wind and snow.
He walked step by step, step by step, and went away in the snow. From then on, there was no love, and the pain was broken. He ... no longer was him.
Like a picture in a wind and snow, the name of the picture is called, if life is only as you saw it.
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