Pursuit of the Truth

Walking through the mountains and rivers, walking through the ruins, watching the dust, seeing the desert...····!

Like the blossoming flowers in the years, the endless fall of this interest, who's face is not old, who's sighing still, who used to be... not good.

Sitting in front of the ruins, watching the sunset, sitting on the edge of the mountain, watching the dusk, laughter seems to penetrate the years, faintly echoing in the ear, people often bow down, can not tell.····· What kind of cause and effect existed between the beauty of the past and the ruin of the present, and what kind of reincarnation existed. Otherwise, why is the same world, such as opening the eyes and closing the gap, everything changed.

In the early yang, on the edge of the desert, Su Ming holds the figure of the little boy. In the beginning of the yang, in the mountains and rivers, there is also the shadow of Su Ming being stretched. It seems to follow forever and seems to have become the world. The figure guides the coming of the snow.

Walking in the afternoon, walking in the four seasons...

I traveled through the desert, walked across the mainland, and walked toward the center of the heart, constantly, without direction, and did not want to fly. In this once beautiful world, walking, walking, as if walking in my own way the road.

One year, two years, three years... until one hundred years.

In the past 100 years, Su Ming is still the same, the little boy is still in his arms, the two have not changed, just as the world has not changed, the past.

In spring, everything recovers, but in this world, you can't see green, you can't see flowers, and there is no time for it. In the summer, the heat is filled, the whole earth seems to be distorted by the heat wave in the eyes, and only at this time, it seems that from the ruins and the distortion of the mountains and rivers, I can see some of the phenomena that existed in the past years.

It’s just that the figure has been distorted. Since it can’t be squared, what you see is just memory.

In the autumn, because there is no green in spring, there is no red in this autumn. Only the sky that appears in the sky seems to be because the monotony of the earth cannot be tolerated. This is revealed, such as giving hope.

In the winter, the falling of the snow, blowing in the cold wind, look at it, the world has become the sky can not see the distance, only the countless snowflakes can be seen, in this falling seems to be trying Touching each other can determine whether two snowflakes can come together, not themselves, but the wind.

But no matter what the will of the wind is, when the snow falls to the ground, they can still come together gradually, just the mutual encounters, perhaps not the faces that fall together.

In the snow, Su Ming walked with the little boy, walked, walked through the winter, ushered in the spring, sent away the summer, after seeing the autumn red is still the wind and snow.

Years have passed for two hundred years. In this once glorious world, they gradually saw one or another smashed, or half-gray, or still have a living body.

Most of those corpses have been dried up and there are a large number of them in the ruins of the city, and some are scattered in the mountains and rivers and deserts.

Numerous bodies, some of them before the death, men and women hugged each other, and some mothers instinctively protect the children, together with the body, silently return to the market.

That corpse, in the sadness of the little boy, Su Ming went with him to bury, buried a city, buried a place...

Until the summer of this year, in a rainy afternoon, Su Ming hugged the sleeping boy, and in front of a very vast city, he stopped, he saw the city pool, sitting cross-legged A headless figure.

This is a huge city, this is the third extremely majestic city on the third continent that Su Ming has traveled. Here is the core of this continent, where the capital is located. .

Like the imperial capital of the ancient burial country, in fact, this once brilliant world, its continent, is comparable to the entire ancient burial country.

Looking at the figure sitting on the knees in the knee, Su Ming's eyes revealed a complex, he has recognized, this is followed by the figure of the second emperor, is the master in memory.

However, in the ancient country of burial, he was not the first familiar person Su Ming saw, but even so, the kind of sigh from the bottom of my heart still echoed Su Ming’s heart and could not be dissipated for a long time.

The headless figure was motionless, sitting cross-legged on the city wall, facing the direction of Su Ming, there was no vitality, and there was no dead air, as if the whole person was fixed there, becoming a statue.

At the same time, the gate of the city suddenly opened by itself. With the opening of the gate, a team of soldiers wearing black armor, with the sound of shaking the earth, slowly walked out of it, every figure here, physically They are filled with a strong sense of death. This strong atmosphere instantly confuses the sky, making the afternoon sun seem to be black.

These figures, they are the people of this land, after they died many years ago, they are now refining into corpses and become black armor, making this city from the city of death to the world of corpses.

"Old friends see you in different places, I am very happy, please!" At the moment when the city gate opened, a majestic voice, from the palace in the city, echoed openly, spread all directions, fell into the ear of Su Ming in.

This voice is the second emperor.

Su Ming was silent for a moment, holding the little boy, walking through the black armor and walking into the city. In this city, he saw countless figures, all of them were corpses, as if the whole city was one. Looking at the bustling, you can look at it carefully, it is also illusory.

Walking through the crowd until I walked outside the palace in the city, looking at the palace gate that had already been opened, Su Ming’s gaze seemed to shuttle through the temple and saw the figure sitting in the royal chair in the middle palace.

It was a figure wearing a robe and a crown, but it was in the dark and it was not very clear.

Su Ming was silent, walked through Qingshi Road, and walked over the steps until he walked into the center of the palace and saw the man sitting in the royal chair.

The same face as the two emperors, but the feeling of Su Ming has changed his familiarity.

"Emperor." Su Ming whispered.

"It’s just awkward!" The man in the emperor’s robe smiled and stood up. When the whole person walked out of the darkness, although it was different from the emperor’s memory in Su Ming’s memory, it could be that kind of momentum. Except for Emperor Tian, ​​there is no one else.

In the right eye of Emperor Tian, ​​there is still a whirlpool. The whirlpool is like a seal. It is only sealed in this whirlpool. It is a struggling soul. The soul is the second prince.

Two hundred years of time · Su Ming did not know how Emperor Tian made the anti-customer, but wanted to come to Emperor Tian's sophistication, so that he and Su Xuanyi can calculate the eternal heart, so that people can be in the world of Sangxiang After the destruction, he was connected with Su Ming’s life and escaped. He was obviously not the second prince who could control. Just give him a chance. He can replace the two princes.

"In the seventh sang phase, countless eras came to the most arrogant repairs, witnessed the destruction of Sang Xiang. In the face of the burial, Su Ming still chose to take the lead, we have not seen for a long time." When the emperor faintly opened his mouth, he took a step forward. His voice echoed in all directions, shaking the entire palace, as if the world of the outside world was more chaotic.

"Because you, you have been able to escape the robbery, because you have stepped into the illusory world together, and for many years, you have been suppressed by the ridiculous two emperors. But you have always understood that you are the emperor, It’s not a second prince. Because he is only a prince, and 朕···...is the emperor of the immortal!” Emperor Tian took another step. This step fell. He stood directly in front of Su Ming, his eyes and Su Ming. Looking.

"Don't you find out that the world we are in now is different from the ancient country of burial? The world of the ancient burial country is false, and here...is true!"甩· Immediately bursting into black smoke, then it was a huge case between him and Su Ming.

There are countless drinks, and there are some corpses around, surrounded by singing and dancing silently, just the stiff movements, the pervasiveness of the air, and the dim light here make this all full of strange atmosphere.

"The stranger of the foreign land sees, when the feast treats, Su Ming, the wine here, do you dare to drink?" Emperor Tian smiled slightly, as always, proudly, looking at Su Ming.

Su Ming was silent. He held the little boy and looked at the emperor in front of him. His face gradually became filled with sorrow. He saddened that this Hehetiantian in the Sangxiangjie had lost in this world.

Or, it is his own willingness to get lost, otherwise he will be determined by the Emperor's heart, and if he does not want to, he will be lost.

"What are you...?" Su Ming sighed, and Emperor Tian is here for Su Ming. It is an enemy or an old man. The life of the two is in the original Su Ming nine-channel spirit. The sound has been cut off, but after all... This is what Su Ming encountered, except for the second one who has his own consciousness, but now he can see the other side lost. This feeling makes Su Ming only sigh.

He looked at the Emperor, and his eyes finally fell around the emperor's chair behind Emperor Tian, ​​where Su Ming seemed to see the answer.

"Su Ming, do you dare to drink it!" Emperor did not answer Su Ming's question, but smiled and opened his mouth. The eyes were bright, Su Ming looked at Emperor Tian deeply and turned and walked outside the palace.

Behind him, Emperor's laughter echoed, and the smile seemed to be sending Su Ming, until Su Ming left the palace, the laughter gradually dispersed. In the palace, the song and dance remained, but the face of Emperor Tian was Gradually revealed sadness.

He turned silently and walked over to the emperor's chair. There was a formation around the emperor's chair. This method is now in the dark light, and you can faintly see the bodies of each body, each of the bodies. On the face, blood is engraved with runes.

Emperor Tianyi stood there, looking at the bodies, and gradually his disappointment dissipated, and replaced him with a firmness.

"I promised you, will resurrect you in that new world... This is my promise!" Emperor muttered, sitting slowly on his royal chair, slowly It’s back to the darkness... I can’t see it, I can’t see it.

"Only I think this is true. After you are resurrected, you will not doubt that it is a fake. I am lost by myself, in exchange for your existence. This is... even if it is wrong, I... Recognized." Emperor Tian’s face showed bitterness. When he looked at the silent corpse from the darkness, he gradually heard the music, and gradually became a stiff corpse. It appeared to be agile, as if it had become a life, just, in In this gaze, his sighs can't be sung and dance, and the palace can't be heard. No one hears it.

Between the ruin and the glory, the edge of truth and loss, when Emperor heard the sound of singing and dancing and saw the corpse as a real person, he was willing to get lost.

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