Pursuit of the Truth

"Rarely..."

"Seeing pretty..."

"The savage sage, the barbarian sage..." The memory of the squad, with Su Ming’s knowledge as the center of the Holy Island, spread rapidly around the world, and after the blink of an eye covered the entire barbarian world, from the entire barbarian The repairs were shrouded in the will of Su Ming, and he obtained almost all the memories of these people related to the savage.

It's just that this memory is not complete, just some bits and pieces, unless Su Ming increases the power of the gods, then he will be able to get all the answers he wants, but the price... will be almost half of the barbarian repairs, and the gods will collapse and die.

For a long time, when the sound of the guzheng was swirling again, Su Ming’s knowledge was recovered. He saw the memories of many people, and almost all of them were admired for their feelings of being pretty.

It is a symbol, a symbol of the barbarian spirit. From the self-cultivation of the barbarian to the respect of the savage sage, Su Ming can see that for a thousand years, for a plate of scattered barbarian, if it is not the existence of Fang Lanlan, it is afraid that it will be consumed long ago. In the respective killings.

Su Ming was silent. He didn't get the real answer. He also got some answers. With a touch of sorrow, Su Ming looked around at the guzheng, playing the sound of the zither, telling the silent Lonely Lan, his right hand It started to wave around.

Under this wave, immediately in the will of Su Ming, the years suddenly reversed.

Ten years ago... Fang Lanlan stood by the window and looked at the sunset in the distance. The figure was stunned with a touch of loss. Under her body, there was a murder of the sect of the sect.

Twenty years ago... Fang Lanlan played a guzheng, and the beautiful face was like a statue, or she was indeed a living statue.

Thirty years ago... the islands of the barbarians sent messengers to come to sacrifice. On the islands of this holy land, nearly tens of thousands of people permeated and worshipped Fang Lanlan. The shouting voice echoed, and the years passed into Su Ming. In the ear.

Forty years ago...

Fifty years ago...until a hundred years, Fang Lanlan’s life appeared in front of the barbarian’s repairs in every few years. The most is in this palace, quietly playing the guzheng, quietly watching the outside by the window. Sky.

Two hundred years ago, the rain in the night sky condensed the moonlight. When it fell to the sea, the moonlight became crystal dripping. The square beside the window was thin, and the wind outside the window was blown by the rain and drenched on the body.

One night rain...

Three hundred years ago, Fang Lanlan was as calm as ever. Her face often saw struggling, seeing hesitation, seeing a touch of helplessness, and only the accompanying of the guzheng could calm her down, no matter whether it was snow or not. Falling rain, in this cage is not a cage, silently spent.

Four hundred years ago...

Five hundred years ago... Su Ming saw all the time of Fang Lanlan in this palace. She watched Fang Lanlan from being struggling to quiet, and from quiet to habit, and gradually becoming bleak from habit.

It is not a retreat. If it is a retreat, it may not be a torment for a thousand years. It is a fleeting moment. It is a living palace for more than a thousand years. This is enough to kill people, especially she is just a woman.

Six hundred years ago...

Seven hundred years ago... Until the years of thousands of years in this reversal, I saw in the eyes of Su Ming, he saw the repair of this palace, saw the worship of the barbarians for thousands of years, saw the whole Under the calm of Fang Lanlan, the barbarian changed from a loose sand to a spiritual soul.

He also understands why there is such a strong force in the world of this barbarian, all of which is because of Fang Lanlan.

It was not until the eyes of Su Ming that the palace of the holy mountain peak had not been built. When it was only an island of the ancestors, he saw the teeth, blood, apocalypse, unparalleled, etc. Su Ming was enshrined and given the former strong people of the tribe's breeding grounds. They and Fang Lanlan silently watched the mountains and rivers in the distance.

Beside them, there is a gentle man, who is also standing there silently, that is... two brothers.

"I have to leave, I have to leave the barbarian land, go to the outside world... to find the younger brother, your god."

"Following the imprint of the will of this place, I don't know if my memory will be complete after leaving, will it be lost, but I have a feeling that this time I will leave, I will forget some things...

For the memory of the barbarian, it will be a lot of vagueness. This is the price. It is the price of being repaired and it is the price of the will of this place..."

"Now, when I am still awake to know my memory... I think that the barbarian needs a symbol, even though I am not a barbarian, but my younger brother is a god, you... need a symbol that makes the soul of the family."

"She will be quite awkward, with the identity of four generations of scorpio, and above all else, condensing the soul of the barbarian scattered, this is my suggestion."

......

The pictures of the years are fragmented in the eyes of Su Ming. As a mirror breaks, the fragments disappear into nothingness, as if everything does not exist.

Time, back to the moment, when Su Ming stared at Fang Lanlan, the sound of the guzheng in the ear was far away.

He saw all the stories of Fang Lanlan in this time, saw the tears in her eyes when she meditated at night, saw her waiting, and saw what she had paid for the barbarians.

This is a very determined girl, a girl who can sacrifice all for the barbarian, or... she is not all for the barbarians, but more for Su Ming.

A thousand years may not be long, but what is really long is that you won't know how long it will last. In this palace, in this cage that is not a cage, what time will you wait?

Maybe... it was the day when the Dead Sea was dry.

Vaguely, Su Ming’s woman, who is obviously older than that at the moment, gradually overlaps with the figure in the memory of Nanze Island’s mountain peak and silently watching her departure.

"I am coming back." Su Ming's look is soft, and the inner shackles are getting thicker and thicker. In the previous reversal of the millennium, this sturdy richness has been deeply buried in his soul, cannot be erased, and cannot be dissipated. .

For Fang Lanlan, Su Ming couldn't tell what his feelings were. In the past, it was worth it. Now, after the time has settled, this feeling has turned into a century of wine.

After drinking this wine, only the person who tastes it personally will know its taste. It will be turned into three words. When Su Ming said it, his voice is soft, but it is already hoarse.

The sound of the guzheng was a moment, and Fang Lanlan’s body shook slightly. She looked up and slowly turned around and saw the figure that she didn’t know when she was there.

The figure looked strange and strange, but the eyes, the softness in the eyes, was the number of times that Fang Lanlan did not know how many times he appeared.

Her look is calm, but under this calm, but there is no words of excitement and complexity, turned into tears in the corners of the eyes, flow for thousands of years...

"Under the time of Lushan, you and I will get together..." Su Ming murmured, and his right hand lifted the hair through Fang Lanlan.

"On the ninth peak, you and I met..." Su Ming’s voice whispered, Fang Lanlan’s biting lip, looking at Su Ming, she tried to calm herself, trying not to let the tears flow, but to do Not enough.

"Women are fighting, goodbye is already a wasteland..." Su Ming stroked the hair of Fang Lanlan and gently pulled it into his arms. The dragonfly in Fang Lanlan buried in the chest of Su Ming, he I felt the heartbeat of Fang Lanlan and felt the bitterness and waiting of the millennium contained in her tears.

"Nanze Island, facing each other, when I left, I looked at you from afar..." Su Ming looked at the woman on the chest, and the inner guilt made him unable to speak again.

Love, no words.

Who is this, the millennium of Acacia, long and long, from the heavens and the mainland is still there, to the old Wang Yangcheng Island... Fanghua a moment, where is the first sight...

Those who have been acquainted with each other are still there, but in the millennium, the dust has fallen into the river, and there is no trace.

The raincoats and sleeves fluttering outside the window, the moonlight can't bear to walk gently, the years are stunned, and the troubles are gone.

There is another autumn in the dream.

Looking down at the low eyebrows, buried in the chest, the past is vague, can not tell the moment is a dream, is it...

Yiyi sighed, tears in his eyes, and the tears seemed to reflect the figure that danced with the wind on the mountain. This figure stood in the years and waited for the face of Fang Fei, as if at that moment, with the sigh, she confided her Again speechless.

Just sigh if each other is a passer in life, then the heart will not hurt, and the sigh is only a moment, beyond the three interest... Only sigh if life can come back, then if you don’t know each other, you may not know each other.

If you haven't seen it, maybe you don't owe each other, you can be like a valley, you can see the old days, the sea is dry and rotten, you can also be light and windy, accompanied by guzheng, sitting on the moon at night, laughing at the night, sleeping in the nap, I lied to the dream of the afternoon and also lied to my own feelings...

Long hair fragrance, plain and clean, do not ask the past and present life, no desire, no peace of mind... no pain.

Su Ming will enter the blue, the weak body, so that Su Ming’s heart has a pain, this pain is very deep, but it is late for a thousand years, and now the woman in her arms is no longer blowing from the side more than a thousand years ago. The breeze that passed, but into his heart, became eternal.

Can't see the eyes of the orchids, looking at the window of the palace in the chest of Su Ming, watching the dusk autumn colors outside, the autumn sunshine, such as through the lingering thoughts of the ages, muttered, buried in this The bottom of the woman's heart, the language that could not be said at the time.

"I forgot the sorrows of the sea, I forgot all the beings, I forgot myself, but I still can't forget you..."

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