Pursuit of the Truth

Su Ming's look did not change, sitting calmly under the fog of the distant world, although the fog seemed to be slightly thin, but because of the spread of endless scope, can not see the end, could not help but give people a fog Sense. Chinese website

This unique weather has never been seen by Su Ming. He has been in Wushan for more than ten years. Except for the early morning, there is very little fog, not to mention the fog that covers the world today.

"The day of the creation of the ancients..." Su Ming bowed his head, his long hair covering his face, sitting there and motionless, as if to sleep again.

"Lord...Master, the day of the creation of the ancient times, when the three opened the channel of the Lushan City, now the time is too late." "The wind has hesitated, or whispered."

Su Ming did not speak until half an hour passed. When the fog between the heavens and the earth became stronger, Su Ming looked up. He slowly stood up from the knees and stood on the top of the mountain. His hair was blown by the breeze. Moving, dancing behind the head, revealing a faint scar on his face.

Looking at the fog between the heavens and the earth, Su Ming reached into his arms with his right hand. When he took out, a black hooded gown appeared in the hands of Su Ming, replacing his original pleated clothes, and he was in the storage bag. , take out another thing again.

This thing, it is the black mask, put this mask on the face.

At the moment the mask was worn, Su Ming’s breath changed abruptly. If there is nothing, even if it is not carefully felt, it will be difficult to detect. The mask was dark, which made Su Ming look like a whole person.

He couldn't see his expression, couldn't see his look, only the indifference of his eyes, revealed through the eyes of the mask. Coupled with today's Su Ming black robes, long hair and head are hidden in the robes, but this sensational mask is a mysterious feeling outside, floating.

He Ming looked at Su Ming at the moment, and stunned him. He didn't know why. Su Ming, who always felt like this, seemed to have seen it somewhere, but before he could think about it, Su Ming went forward.

When I came, at the speed of Su Ming, although I did not fully develop my strength, I also used the time of the recent month. When I go back, in this misty fog, Su Ming only uses six days!

In six days, he returned to the scope of Lushan City from this retreat. Although he has not yet reached Lushan City, it is not far away.

This road is coming, the fog of the heavens and the earth is getting thicker and thicker. At this moment, we can't see the place too far away. All of them are full of fog. In this misty day, the birds and beasts are reclusive, and they dare not go out.

The whole earth is silent, only the sound of the whistling sound of Su Ming is the only voice in the vicinity.

It took another three days for Su Ming to go to Lushan City and gallop away. The speed is fast, and it has already made many winds and guesses.

Three days later, Su Ming stood for the first time he went to the mountain where Lushan City was located. He looked at the Lushan City, which was looming in the fog, and three peaks around him. Su Ming’s eyes flashed toward the east of Anshan. The peak, went away.

The mountain peaks in the eastern part of Ang are covered with fog, but they only cover the periphery. The interior is thin and can be seen slightly.

This mountain is very large, towering over the earth, coupled with the fog at the moment, so that people look at the foot of the mountain, there is a kind of small feelings of their own, Su Ming standing under the eastern peak of An, looked up and looked at him, in front of him There is a step that is ten feet wide and spreads to the top of the mountain.

This is the only way to the east of An.

"I missed the appointment with Fang Mu, only here." Su Ming regained his gaze, bowed his head and walked toward the stairs.

Just as he had just stepped on the steps of this eastern mountain peak, a powerful pressure came suddenly. This pressure was not released by the barbarians, but the whole peak was under pressure. At the same time, a majesty The sound of the mountain slowly came out from here.

"There is a stop! I am in the closed section of Anton, and I will decline all visitors!"

Su Ming stopped and looked calm. Looking at the steps leading to the top of the mountain, he could feel the pressure of coming. There is an unquestionable majesty. If it is against this pressure, it is like An East is an enemy.

"Master...we are still leaving. This is the power of the guardian of the eastern part of Ang, and it covers the whole mountain. At this moment, during this ancient creation, the eastern part of Ang is sure to guard the strictness, and no one is allowed to come...

We still don't want to be hard... If the owner wants to enter the passage of Lushan City, the villain has a way to reach the owner's wishes. "The wind hastened to open the mouth. He clearly knows the power of the three parts of Lushan. If he changes it, he will never come here, but in other ways, he will enter the Lushan Passage."

"The owner should not take risks, here... I can't help it." And the wind saw Su Ming did not pay attention to himself, and quickly opened his mouth again. He was afraid that Su Ming was young and had insufficient experience to go to eastern Anhui. This seems to him to have no meaning at all. The things that make him sullen and ignorant, and even likely to anger the eastern part of the country, are not worth the candle.

Su Ming was silent. After a long time, he took back the look of the mountain.

"I have my own decision." Su Ming slowly opened his mouth, lifted his footsteps and walked toward the steps.

In the moment when his footsteps fell for the second time, the mountain seemed to have a roaring reverberation, and the majestic voice came out again.

"The hard-boiler, abandon the repair, drive out the mountain, and look at it!"

The pressure of this pressure gradually dissipated, but the pressure from this mountain, but it is so fast, so that the fog around it is retreating.

"Master!" and the wind did not understand, is about to persuade, but Su Ming's footsteps have once again stepped out, step by step along the mountain.

The wind does not understand Su Ming. In the idea of ​​the wind, quietly sneaking into the Lushan Pass is the best way. This is related to his identity. He does not want to be completely exposed, adding more trouble to himself.

However, Su Ming did not think so. The three parts of Lushan Mountain held the city of Lushan for hundreds of years. It has not been known how many times to enter this hidden place. This kind of thing, with the defense between the three parts, if there is no fixed number of people, impossible.

Not only are the numbers fixed, they are even more likely to know each other. As a result, once there are people who don’t know each other, they will be besieged by everyone in the place where they sit.

Once this kind of thing happens, it will become a deadly enemy of the three parts, and this hidden behavior must be worse than Su Ming’s eastern part of the country, especially after being discovered, it is equal to sending himself to the road. Even if you can escape, even if there is a mask to hide the true identity, it is inevitable that there is a possibility of being detected.

This is the adventure!

This way, the wind can choose. After all, he had a deal with Han Feizi before, and he was the only one who was stabbed by the Lushan Ministry. He knew that there were other ways to enter the sitting place. No one would be surprised, but Su Ming is an outsider after all. If he chooses this road, it is too dangerous.

"I also walked into it, and it was better than just taking the risk of hiding the head and tail." Su Ming blinked, and decided to stand in the same place. He took a deep breath and turned his voice to the top of the mountain.

"Mu Mou came to visit the eastern patriarch."

His words thundered, spread all around, and spread to the top of the mountain, forming a large number of echoes, not long.

Time passed slowly, the pressure of this mountain suddenly disappeared, Su Ming smiled slightly, lifted his footsteps, walked up, step by step through the steps.

In the east of An, it is a medium-sized tribe with many people inside. Su Ming came all the way and saw a lot of An Dong people. These people looked at Su Ming one by one, but they did not stop.

The mountain accurately said that there is no mountain. At the top of the mountain, it is flat. If the mountain is cut off, there is a building everywhere, surrounded by a tribe in the mountains.

At the mountainside, there are also large open spaces, and some buildings are built on the hills, like the rafts to the top of the mountain.

And it is obviously not the only tribal land in the eastern part of Angola. Standing here, through the fog outside the mountain, you can see that there are such places on the distant peaks.

In front of Su Ming, standing a teenager, it is Fang Mu. After he saw Su Ming, he first saw it. He had never seen the true face of Su Ming. At this moment, he saw the mask and hesitated.

"Ink predecessors?" Fang Mu stepped back and looked at Su Ming, and he looked alert.

"Lead the way." Su Ming's hoarse voice came out. When he heard this voice, Fang Mu gave him a tone, his face was respectful and he bowed to Su Ming.

"Predecessors, you said last time that I will go to find you after half a year, but after I went, you are not..." Fang Mu said while leading the way, while he said to Su Ming.

"Some things have delayed the time, so I came directly to your east of this time." Su Ming voiced with a smile, watching the people of eastern Ang and the strange architecture, could not help but think of Wushan.

Along the way, many ethnic groups and Fang Mu greeted and filled with goodwill, but when they looked at Su Ming, they were indifferent.

Under the observation of Su Ming, he saw that there were many barbarians in the people of this eastern part of the country. Among them, those who reached the seventh floor of the coagulation level were more than the winds.

The time was not long. Under the introduction and guidance of Fangmu, Su Ming came to a loft built in the mountain. The loft was more than ten feet high and had three floors. It was magnificent and far away. Like a huge beast's head, it is roaring toward the sky.

"My father is inside, he asked me to pick up the seniors..." Outside the attic, Fangmu stopped and hesitated, and whispered open beside Su Ming.

"Predecessors, my aunt is back... she is a scorpio." Fang Mu did not wait to finish, immediately passed a man's coldness from the attic.

Fang Mu’s discourse, a few steps back.

"Mu brother, children are rude, don't mind, please come in a narrative." From this attic, a middle-aged man who looks a little similar to Fangmu, is smiling at Su Ming. .

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