Pursuit of the Truth

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At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the cave. After swallowing the South Discrete, he was meditating silently. The 264 blood lines on his body were only ten bleak, and the rest were all full of vitality.

More than a year, a large number of South Discrete, finally let him the serious injury and hidden dangers, gradually calm down for more than a year, he will always think of the Horde, think of the Agong, think of Xiaohong, think of Bai Ling.

There is also Lei Chen.

Su Ming didn't know what the tribes are today. I don't know if Xiaohong is still playing happily in Wushan. I don't know if Bai Ling is still waiting after he has not fulfilled his agreement.

Every time I think about this, Su Ming will sting in his heart. Alone on a strange land, watching the moon in the sky, he is homesick, thinking that he does not want to believe in the death of the grandfather, and all that familiar.

The specific location of the home, he has no clues, the only thing that is known is the Ximeng region, the Miao Man and the weak pulse Fengzhen tribe.

However, there is obviously a great distance between the Western League and the South Morning, and there is no answer to the specific route.

"I need a training trip to the map of Western Union!"

"And, to make yourself stronger, you can have the strength to find a home... Only by making yourself stronger can you let the black robes call them enough!"

Over the past year or so, Su Ming has been thinking about the war between the Horde and Montenegro. There are many clues that he ignored at the time. These clues all point to the black robe.

Su Ming opened his eyes and woke up from that setting. He looked around in the darkness and felt a sense of loneliness. This feeling he had not learned to learn and adapt for more than a year.

For a long time in the cave, Su Ming walked out silently. Outside the crack in the hole, he looked at the moon in the sky, surrounded by silence. He sat next to him, breathing still slightly damp air and taking a fist size from his arms. The bone loss, gently stroked on it.

I don't know how long it has passed. Aside from Su Ming, no one can hear the distortion, as if it is swirling between the heavens and the earth, the sly voice reveals a sadness that has not been scattered for a long time.

Su Ming will not play the undulating rhythm, there are some cracks on the skeleton, and it can't be blown out. It has been damaged. This voice is not played, but exists in the heart of Su Ming. He holds the bone loss and can hear the song in his heart with his eyes closed.

This is the only place where he can accompany him. He listens to the song that seems to exist in his ear. It seems that he can find familiarity that is no longer strange.

Whenever you are lonely, you will remember the goodness of the past.

Whenever you are alone, you will remember the joy of the past...

For a long time, when the moon of the sky was at its brightest, Su Ming closed his eyes and sat there. His body was covered with moonlight. Gradually, there was a shadow like a moonlight that floated out of his body. In all around.

Those illusory shadows are a kind of sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred The body has experienced the ages of the ages, and the power of the past has been reduced a lot, making their eternal life seem to have flaws.

However, the battle with Bitu and the black robes is not enough to kill them. It is only the body that is destroyed. Their souls are still surrounded by Su Ming and hidden in his body. Under the circumstance, unless there is a person who practices fire, the outsiders cannot see their existence.

At this point, Su Ming did not have a definite answer, which is the realization of his sense of the soul of these moon wings.

This is the biggest support of Su Ming, and he does not care about the reason why the teenager who was asked about the news two months ago will inform his presence.

He does not want to kill for no reason, but if someone comes to find his trouble, he must be prepared to face death.

When the moon of the sky gradually dissipated, and the dust of the dust loomed from the horizon, the sound of shouting shouted from the rain forest under the mountain, weak and weak.

"Predecessors...predecessors..."

"Predecessors, I was wrong...Predecessors..."

Su Ming looks calm, this voice, he can hear almost every other day in these two months, this rainforest is very large, there are many mountains, looking for a person, not to mention a needle in a haystack, but not much.

This voice belongs to the boy. Two months ago, when Su Ming left, he had already expected subsequent changes. The boy was nothing more than a choice between saying and not saying.

Said, perhaps it will cause the attention of its tribes, there will be strong looks, but this vast forest is big, it is not easy to find a person, and if he wants to avoid it, he is looking for difficulties.

The most important thing is that these people are asking for him, and the wisdom of the boy. If it is so strong, not only will it not benefit, but it will bow the dissatisfaction of Su Ming.

This boy did not disappoint Su Ming. In these two months, he came alone alone and called Su Ming.

Su Ming listened to the cry from the distance, did not pay attention to it, got up and returned to the cave, continue to quench the South Discrete, adjust the body's injury.

After a few more days, the voice slowly disappeared.

Half a month later, when Su Ming’s blood line was only nine faint, he heard the faint voice from the rain forest again.

"Predecessors...predecessors..."

The sound lasted for two days and continued. Su Ming opened his eyes from the entrance and his face was indulged.

"The same mistake, I will not make a second time..." Su Ming seems to think of something, walked out of the cave, put on the animal skin, and swayed, and galloped toward the rain forest.

In the rain forest, Fang Mu’s face always has remorse, more cautious and vigilant, holding a black bone knife in his hand. This knife emits a chill, which is what he used to defend himself. 

After all, it is a very dangerous thing for him to leave the tribe alone to come here. If he meets a hostile person, this knife can also play a role.

While galloping in the rain forest, he shouted over the days and repeated words.

"Predecessors...predecessors..."

After a long time, he gasped and leaned against the big tree on the side, his face was quite helpless.

"Is it impossible for the geek to leave? Otherwise, it will be almost three months. I should be able to hear my shouts... Hey, if he didn't leave, he wouldn't want to see me." Fang Mu sighed The face was bitter, looked around, and continued to walk toward the front under the teeth.

"Predecessors ... you are not there!" Seeing the sun is falling, the sky has a shadow of the moon, Fang Mu looks angry, shouting again to the sky.

"It's here.

"Fangmu’s voice just fell, and there was a cold word behind him. This words appeared too suddenly, and the square wood was shocked. He got up and jumped forward, turning to show his vigilance, the knife in his hand. Already raised, when he saw the figure standing on a big branch behind him, he suddenly showed a surprise.

"Predecessors, I am looking for you to find the hardships, this is three months." Fang Mu quickly put away the bone knife, excitedly looked at Su Ming's body covered by animal skin, after a few steps, toward Su Mingyi worship.

"Please save me from the predecessors, the younger generation of Fangmu, before concealing, in fact, I am an Eastern ethnic group, my father is the eastern patriarch, as long as the predecessors can alleviate the injuries of the younger generation, the younger generation and the father, must be reported.

This knife is the gift of the younger generation to the previous concealment, but also the seniors to accept. "This is called Fang Mu's boy. His look is very sincere. After he bowed to the place where Su Ming stood, he quickly handed out the black bone knife.

The bone knife emits black awns, revealing a scent of breath. It is obviously not a product, but a savage savage like a **** spear. This thing is extremely precious to the small tribe.

Su Ming blinked and sent the knife through the boy. It is not difficult to guess that the three tribes who mastered the Lushan City must be medium-sized tribes, and it is impossible to be a small one.

As soon as the body swayed, Su Ming walked in front of Fang Mu and looked at Fang Mu. After taking the black bone knife, he did not use the power of blood, but the soul of the moon wing that existed in the body went invisibly, and immediately made it The black brilliance of this bone knife flashed violently, and the cold air on it disappeared instantly. The whole bone knife became a red moment, which seemed to be burned, and a hot and fierce spread.

Let the trees around here seem to burn like a dry one.

The hot face slammed the face, letting Fang Mu back and forth again, his look was shocked, his heart was beating, he couldn’t see Su Ming’s cultivation, but he knew that even the peers in the family could not make this knife Weiwei, only the character like his father, when he gave this knife to him, he showed similar amazing effects, but it was not hot, but cold.

"Is it wrong? Could it be that he is driving the dust!" Fang Mukou is dry and dry, and he is glad that he did not tell anyone about it, but came alone. Otherwise, it would cause dissatisfaction to this person. The consequences will be Very serious.

Su Ming’s look is not visible, and the more he feels its mystery, at this time, Su Ming’s left hand is lifted up sharply, and the two medicine stones have not been seen in the Fangmu. When it was pressed into its mouth, the blood was slightly moved, and the two stones were scattered, so that the shape of the square wood was not felt, and there was heat flow in the mouth.

"Give you a fifteen-day time to remember this herb, come next time, take thousands of treatments for injury! In addition, I don't like someone to snoop, only once!" Su Ming's words are calm, but it is hoarse Gloomy, holding a bone knife in his right hand, immediately fell off the bark of a big tree next to it, the shape of a herb appeared on the surface, like that, it is the herbal medicine that is lacking in the refining of Shanling Sansu, Luo Yunye!

Then he did not pay attention to the square wood, but got up and walked toward the air. At his feet, there was an invisible soul of the moon wing. Stepping on the soul of the moon, Su Ming went away.

The soul of the moon wing under his feet could not be seen. In the square wood, Su Ming’s whole person seemed to go to the sky out of thin air, which made him wide-eyed and took a breath.

"Is it really dusty..." For a long time, he only reacted, but he soon remembered the second half of Su Ming’s departure. After he stunned, he immediately looked around and saw the rainforest. Gradually came out of a strong figure.

"Abba!" Fang Mu blinked, very surprised.

The man was wearing a blue robe, and his look went to the side of Fangmu, looking at the direction of Su Ming’s departure, frowning.

"Is the injury improved?" He snorted.

Fang Mu’s heart stunned and quickly felt the injury in the body. He found that he really improved again and nodded immediately.

"Abba, have you been following me, the predecessors can find you, is it really dust?"

"Unlike...he has blood in his body..." The big man frowned, not waiting to finish, suddenly the Luo Yun leaf pattern on the trunk next to it slowly turned into disdain and scattered. This is the power of Su Ming's power, and he has done a very good job for every force.

"It’s just fifteen interest... This is a dusty!!" The big man’s eyes were fierce.

"When it's over, I haven't remembered the look of this herb!" Fang Mu immediately had an anxious moment.

"That is Luo Yunye, I will help you to get it. This person, you remember to be respectful, can not be offended, see him as an elder in the family, he may be your creation." The man took a deep breath, though There are still doubts, but there are also seven or eighty percent of believe, and look back and take it seriously.