Pursuit of the Truth
Chapter 1339: Autumn wind
The confrontation of the supernatural powers is more than the eternal life in this year. This is the ancestor of the ancestors. Because of its longevity, it can be reversed for tens of thousands of years.
At this point, Su Ming may not have an advantage, but Su Ming did not use the skills of the slightest years. He just sat there calmly, looking at the stars, watching the sky, letting the ancestors unfold. Its surgery.
Like a tree, when the wind blows, it may sway with the wind, but the wind is the wind after all, the tree is the tree after all, and the swing is only a moment, not a lifetime.
Waiting for the autumn wind, wait until the morning glow, the tree still stands there, you see it moving, it is moving, you see it does not move, it is not moving.
Someone once said that it is to look at the heart of the tree. The reason why this is said is that the focus is on the person who sees the tree. In Su Ming’s view, it is his heart, because····· · He doesn't care what the heart of the tree is. He cares about himself. If his heart does not move, everything will not move. If everything does not move, then it will not move. Then... all will will not move.
The self-righteous tree-watcher smiled and left, but the moment he turned around, he thought that he realized it, but in fact he was realized by the tree, what was after the cause and effect... It was not true or false. Discomfort is not true, but ······ When you know that you are you, you are not you, when you do not know that you are you, you are you.
I don’t move, but I don’t understand, just because I don’t understand, so...he doesn’t need to understand, so he has realized some kind of realm, just like his heart changes. Now, after the end, Su Ming’s one can’t say The truth.
"You are watching the tree, the tree is watching you... You are enlightenment, the Tao... is also enlightening you, when you are you, you are not you, when you are not you, you are You." Su Ming's face showed a smile. The smile was very light, and it was impossible to check. As in the case of Ming Wu, the corner of the mouth looked at the smile that you thought you could see through.
This is a battle without fierce magic. The glare from the ancestors of the plastic meditation has overwhelmed everything. Even when it looks, it seems to have passed the darkness represented by Su Ming, but in the end, it’s just a fragrant Time, sitting in the knees of the old ancestors. His eyes opened, showing a touch of exhaustion, there was a hint of relief in the exhaustion. But this relief soon dissipated.
"I need a drop of blood for you." When he opened his eyes, the old ancestors hoared.
Su Ming stood up, did not speak, but walked slowly, walked past the body of the knees of the ancestors of the meditation, and went to the distance, all the way... no reply.
Until Su Mingyuan went, the mouth of the old ancestors overflowed with blood, and the blood dripped on his clothes. It seemed to be integrated.
He lost.
His years of magical power, can be reversed in tens of thousands of years, but in Su Ming, he still lost, even if Su Ming did not start the slightest time from beginning to end, but he still lost completely.
Just like being a wind, it has become a person who looks at trees.
This is a kind of defeat in the state of mind. Even if he is defeated, but his face is smiling, it seems that for the first time in his life, he did not care about the task of destroying the elderly, but from his lungs.
The old man is his grace, and he wants to repay him. The plastic family must repay him. But after all, he is the ancestor of the plastic family. This identity is often ignored. In his heart, this Identity... is his most proud place.
"You are the first one, and I have realized the talent of my plastic age, the true nature of the people." The old ancestors whispered, and stood up for a long time, and did not look back, walked toward the distance, while walking He smiled, and when he was far away, his body began to become a fly ash, then his legs, until the upper body, until his head and soul, when he went far, really passed away. It is.
All his traces have disappeared since then, and he died under his own magical powers!
Very mysterious - there may not be many people who can understand, but the magical power is like this, the road is like this.
"I still underestimated him..." When the body of the ancestors dissipated, in this fourth world, the virtual gap leads to the vast area, and the hidden ancient boat squats on the knees. The old man sighed and muttered.
"The technique of years of talent, in the world where I have experienced four mulberry butterflies, all of them were born only in the last era. From no exception, this is also the same."
Just as when people are old, they always like memories. This kind of supernatural power is reversed. Because Sansang has no future, it can only exist in the past, so it is actually a kind of natural before the destruction of Sangxiang. Instinct, a group created.
I have gathered the blood of the ethnic group born in the last three centuries of the world, and in today's fourth sangxiang world, I found the big meditation of their birth in this world, in the study of countless ethnic groups. I found a perfect fusion method. Under the transformation, I created the ethnic group of the four generations of the world.
This is a beautiful ethnic group... an enviable and stunning group.
Because their talent is too strong, I can't let this group develop, so it will be destroyed, because all I want is the strongest in this group! !
Nether is one of them, Su Xuanyi is also one of them. As for this Su Ming·····This is not my concern, but by chance, he has grown to such a degree!
He won the true will of the real world and became the strongest of the times. He entered the late stage. Even so, this person can be controlled by me in the palm of his hand, as in the few sangxiang butterfly circles before this. No one can escape the fate that they should have.
They are inevitably, and they have become the sacrifices needed for the funeral burial. They have also become a secret that has never been broken between me and the funeral burial. "The old man muttered and looked up at the distant starry sky."
"But he..." was suddenly stunned on the face of the old man, causing his entire face to be distorted, and a breath that seemed to be unstoppable seemed to be emanating from him.
"He actually explored the essence of the magical powers of the years. This is the level I have been thinking about for a long time, and he is so aware of it!"
The technique of reversing the years has four levels. The first level is the wind blows the tree, which can be seen as a simple reversal of the years. The second level is when the wind blows the trees, watching the trees beside them. The tree is moved by the wind, and the mind does not move without moving!
The third level is to become the big tree. Only at this level can you truly explore what is the talent of the years!
As for the fourth level, I just explored the fur, but on his body, at the moment of the moment, I clearly felt that... the trace of the fourth level exists. "The old man's look is distorted, and his eyes gradually show his fierceness.
"Even if you are the strongest person in the four butterflies and sang circles I have experienced, but... you are also destined to avoid the fate of being a sacrifice!
Destined that you want to be a sacrifice, doomed me to destroy the life can finally take that step, become the same existence as the funeral burial... Time has not waited, there are more than four hundred years, fast, fast... ····” The old man’s face gradually disappeared, and he calmed down from the twist. After a deep look at the distance, he looked back at the gap leading to the sky. His eyes pierced the sky. I don't know where to look. In the vagueness, he seems to see a compass that trembles in the endless sky, and is coming to the rapid.
He saw that on the compass, sitting in a black and black robe with his knees and knees, the youth with a look of indifference and no expression, saw a string of beads on the right wrist of the young man, several of which were shining and faint Light.
The old man's eyes showed fear, his heart was shaking, and when he regained his gaze, he exhaled a deep breath and gradually closed his eyes.
Su Ming walked in the starry sky, and the roaring sound seemed to him that he was used to it. He did not look back because he understood that the ancestors of the plastic meditation had already found the place to return to the market, and fell under his own years to reverse the supernatural powers.
Perhaps, such an ending is also an invisible relief for the ancestors of the plastic meditation. It is only this answer. Only he himself understands that outsiders cannot figure out what to do. For tens of thousands of years, the heart of the ancestors.
Even a dead old man can't do this.
The group that silently looked at the development of oneself, became a ruin under the impetus of its own, the death of countless ethnic groups, the sorrowfulness before the death, I wonder if it would sometimes be in the lonely meditation of the ancestors, in his Appeared in my mind.
Maybe, because he is the ancestor of the plastic.
Maybe not, because he is a slave to life.
Su Ming walked silently, walking in this starry sky, his pace was not fast, but after every step, the starry sky was changing until he stayed in front of a comprehension star.
Looking at the real-life star in front of him, what Su Ming saw in his left eye is a vitality. There are countless monks in the practice, there are too many mortals to live there happily, green mountains and blue waters, blue sky, ocean belts of the earth. More vitality, as well as the ups and downs of the mountains, filled with a seemingly regular existence.
A shepherd boy is looking at herself on a mountainside.
But... In the right eye of Su Ming, he saw a huge meat ball with a foul smell. This meat ball has countless tentacles creeping. The mountain on it is its raised bone spur, the sea. It is a swamp on the back of the mountain. The ups and downs of the mountains are just the bones of the bones. As for the monks and mortals, all of them are...there is a bone in the body that has no vitality and how many years have passed since death. .
In the middle of this huge meatball eyebrow, in the middle of a slanted bone spur, like a mountainside, standing a shepherd boy, looking at himself.
Today's PSP is the "single loop" in Weixin.
Two pieces of Zhongshan suit are Kaka, this can have, two. To continue to choose Daoyou tomorrow, in addition to a PSP Bu, there is a big gift, an IPADN
There are only two more today, and I will continue to be three more tomorrow. I am very tired. I am writing very slowly today and I want to take a break.
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