Pursuit of the Truth

On that day, the sky was blue, the twilight faint into the sea, and there was no wave on the sea. He turned and left, leaving the background to her. Look at his lonely silhouette in the wind, gradually drifting away...

Suddenly looking back, more vicissitudes of life, changing time and space, the twilight is still the same, the sea is still... The woman of that year is still watching silently, one wind and rain, the annual rings change, no regrets.

Fang Lanlan hugged Su Ming and refused to let go. She was afraid that it would be loosened again this time, and it was another millennium.

Two people, in this pretty palace, silently embraced each other.

"When...when will you go?" For a long time, in this silent palace, the faint voice of Woodlands muttered.

"This time, I will still go, but when I am leaving, I will take you, take the whole barbarian... go together!" Su Ming whispered openly, looking at the woman in her arms and raised her dagger, looking around Gradually, a gentle smile appeared on the woman's face.

Although Fanghua is no longer, the beauty has entered the mind of Su Ming, and the smile is beautiful.

Leaving the arms of Su Ming, sitting quietly in front of the zither, the music of the cypress, gradually revolving this ancient palace again, but this time the music is no longer low and lonely, but with a lyric The sound, floating into nothingness, scattered to the sea.

Su Ming sat on the side and looked at Fang Lanlan quietly. He didn’t know when he had more wine jugs in his hands. He drank a bite from time to time, and gradually became a little sloppy, but he didn’t know whether it’s the music, the wine, or the guzheng jade. The corner of the mouth, the smile that was drawn.

The evening is not falling outside, the waves of the sea are not weak, and it seems to be eternal with the beauty of this moment.

This is Su Ming, drifting outside for many years, for the first time... calming the heart in the true sense, immersing in the music, drinking water, next to the jade, this feeling is indeed like a pot of millennial wine, precipitated to the end, become Even if you smell a bite, you can get drunken.

If you carefully go to the product, this is not wine, but a touch of gentle water.

If it is the existence of Bai Ling, it is a feeling for Su Ming, just like the first sight, then this feeling is like a spring, sweet, unforgettable, but the only thing that can be remembered is that sweet, unforgettable is only when the spring is taken out. like.

This spring will always last for a long time.

If Xu Hui is a wine, then this wine is destined to be a pot of spirits. After drinking it, it will be hot, burning the whole body like a passion, it is unforgettable, but the spirits are often drunk when you are sad, will become more and more I feel that my passion is not long-lasting.

Rain, it is dew, it is the water droplets that appear every morning, with beauty, with crystal, with cold and compassion, unforgettable, and not forgotten.

But unlike the faint gentle water of the cypress, the gentle water, which has fallen through the millennium, can penetrate all the hard stones. Its power is soft, so it can be refined. It is the tenacity in calm, it is a When I look back, I see the only one.

In this calmness, under this slight sorrow, Su Ming looked at the woman in front of him. He knew that her guardianship in these years, the soul of the barbarian could not be dispersed, and the more cohesive, it seemed that the islands in the sea were scattered, like sand. The barbarians are actually an unprecedented cohesion.

Perhaps the friction between the island barbarians is still there, maybe some fighting methods are still the same, but... If there are foreign enemies, the barbarians will be in the heart.

"It’s time to tell everyone, it’s time for me to come back." Su Ming’s eyes fell to the dusk outside the window, gently put down the jug, at the moment the jug fell, at the moment of the sound of the music, The barbarian atmosphere in Su Ming’s body exploded.

This is the atmosphere of the barbarian, this is the breath of the sacred god, this is the most pure barbarian blood force released by Su Ming after he obtained the meaning of the great man.

At this moment, his body is filled with the power of the barbarian. At this moment, the souls of hundreds of millions of people in his body are silently cheering, and the roundabout of the cheering voice ignites Su Ming’s barbarian atmosphere. From this house where I lived quite awkwardly, but in fact the name is the temple of the sacred temple, rushing into the sky.

At the moment when Su Ming’s breath of the gods broke out, in the moment when the soul of hundreds of millions of barbarians cheered in the body, the boiling of the barbarian family was centered on the island.

The roar of the scent of the gods makes the sky suddenly turbulent, the sky is tumbling under the clouds, and the rumbling sounds are like the arrival of Tianwei, the thunder of the thunder, making this moment the entire barbarian dead sea all the islands The barbarians on the top of the house were shocked.

First of all, I felt the life of the family, the repair of the family, and the trembling of the body. The blood of their ancestors boiled like never before. Under the rapid operation of the body, they waved a wave of heart and soul, their The expression is excited, and they feel strongly that the power that makes their blood boil is a familiarity, from every statue of the island, the power of the gods.

A small island of life, a family of repairs, Qi Qi looked up, in the excitement of the look, they quickly flew up, some of them personally experienced the old man of the Su Ming era, now trembled and issued a life The strongest sound.

"The return of the ancestors, this is the atmosphere of the ancestors, this is the breath of my gods!!"

"Worship the gods, all life repairs, with this breath, go to see the gods of our lives!"

The statues of Su Ming on all the islands of the Ming Dynasty have become the avatars of Su Ming at this moment. The more intense the explosion comes from Su Ming. Under the outbreak of this barbarian savage, the whole barbarian is at this moment. All of them shrouded the meaning of Su Ming’s sacred god.

At the bottom of the Dead Sea, such as a piece of mud in the endless abyss, there is a hand suddenly protruding from the mud, the hand is full of a force that wants to tear the sky, a fierce fist to hold under It can be seen that this hand is trembled in faintness. In an instant, under the seabed roaring, a figure emerges from the mud.

It was an old man, a white-haired man, but his eyes were stunned. As soon as this figure appeared, there was a huge whirlpool in the sea. With his body, this person directly from this vortex. When he rushed out quickly, he left the bottom of the sea. When he appeared in the sea, his look was excited. If he could see it, he would be familiar.

That is the Nangong mark! !

The patriarch of the ancestors, Nangong marks! !

"It is the breath of Su Ming, the breath of grace, the breath of the ancestors of the ancestors!!" Nan Gong’s body trembled, his face showing the first smile for thousands of years, this is his millennium One time, all this, only because of Su Ming's breath.

In this excitement, Nangong traces without hesitation, turned into Changhong straight to the source of this breath, the barbaric holy land.

Su Ming’s savage spirit is still spreading, affecting the family, and then affecting all the barbarians on all the islands of the entire barbarian land.

Even the Wu people are the same at this moment. Even some other ethnic groups are still the same, because no matter which ethnic group, as long as they live in the land of this barbarian, their ancestors are actually barbarians.

With the boiling of the blood, such as the burning of blood, every barbarian has a strong sense of a call, that is... the call of the gods, it is from their heart, from their blood soul Always exist, to go to worship.

A group of shadows rushed to the sky, following the guidance of the blood, along the call of the gods, rapid flight, they want to go... worship the gods!

No one doubts that this is false, because the blood is boiling, because everyone around them feel exactly the same, there is only one answer.

"The gods... return!!" With the excitement of the roundabout, the voices are mostly from the old people, because they have experienced such things, so ... they did not hesitate, flying quickly.

Anonymous islands, Fang Mu and Yan Wei are feeding a thin juvenile to the emaciated teenager, but then, the two of them are shocked, the call of the blood and the boiling, so that Fang Mu turned without hesitation, the first time to the Holy Land The direction, galloping away.

Nanze Island, Bai Chang is waiting in the hall, is silent to each other, seems to be waiting for something, when the blood is boiling, all of them are excited, no words, but there is a figure rushing out of the hall , to the holy place... to start full speed.

At the same time, occupying the teeth of an island, the old man in the inner chamber is very savage. This one of the strongmen who was once sealed by Su Ming, now looks no longer hesitant, but the body is slightly trembling, look Exciting the unprecedented excitement, he rushed out of the retreat and flew into the sky in the roar.

"Barbarians ... to rise, the return of the gods, the return of the gods!!" The old is like the teeth that have just come out of the coffin, feeling the blood of the body is more intense than before, and laughs.

Unparalleled, the savage of the Lushan Ministry, the strongman who was personally enshrined by Su Ming in the same year as the singer, was laughing from the island where he was.

"The commander of the Lushan Department, with the old man to visit the gods, our gods... he is back!!"

The Jinyun Department is very bloody, and the old elders are apocalypse. These two old guys are also rushing out of the retreat in the excitement of a long laugh, taking their tribes, like the same year, to meet them. Pretty god.

"The gods are back, this breath is four generations of sacred gods, and the langs, don't go to see our gods with the old man Red Thunder!!"

The entire barbarian, due to the spread of Su Ming's savage, all invisibly burned, the boiling blood, the call of the gods, turned into a passion that exists in the hearts of every barbarian.

This passion is a strong desire. It is the desire of the barbarian to rise. It is for the barbarians to give up all the madness. At this moment, it turns into a long rainbow between heaven and earth, from all directions, but all the people who can fly are toward the barbarian. Holy Land, the direction that came from the call, screamed.

Changhong through the sky, this scene, shocking the sky and worshiping the gods! ——

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