Pursuit of the Truth

100,000 years...

200,000 years...

300,000 years...

Until a million years have passed, Su Ming has become a whirlpool in the reincarnation of the sky, silently going, he used all his cultivation to become a god, not letting go of the slightest area, a little bit carefully Looking for, traces of their reincarnation.

Gradually, in this loneliness and loneliness, Su Ming seems to have forgotten how to open the mouth, forgetting how the sound came out, and the deep exhaustion permeated him. This exhaustion is not the body, because he became a boundless person. It is difficult to see the weakness of the body, his exhaustion... is his heart.

Constantly looking for and constantly disappointing, but never gave up, because he knows that once you let go... there will be no hope again.

Only looking for it, even when the sky is dead, when the sky is extinguished, he is also looking for it. This is his attachment, this is his way.

In the first million years, Su Ming walked in the sky and looked for it. For the second million years, his figure was still the same... He walked past a sangxiang and walked through one after another. The cycle of the whirlpool, until the fifth million years, in Su Ming's inner exhaustion became oppressive, and the feeling of sadness blended into the depths of his soul, looking for five million in one of the vast areas of the sky Years of him, suddenly a figure.

This is the first time he stopped in this five million years. At the same time, Su Ming’s head slowly turned and looked at the sky, in the tumbling fog, Su Ming looked When I got to a piece, the piece was very broken, floating in the fog, and there seemed to be a lot of years.

Staring at this piece. Su Ming’s eyes suddenly showed a good mans. He raised his right hand and grabbed the mist. Under this grasp, the fog of the fog seems to be shrouded in a will beyond the sky, and it is still at rest. It seems that it does not dare to move. The debris inside it is under the sway, going straight to Su Ming here, gently , floating on Su Ming's palm.

Looking at the fragments in the palm of your hand. Su Ming’s face gradually showed a smile, and the smile was very happy. This was the first time that Su Ming’s face was revealed in the search for five million years.

"Ma... fly..." Su Ming’s voice is hoarse. He has been silent for five million years. He seems to have forgotten how to make a sound, making his words at the moment ambiguous with vagueness, such as an old man’s whisper .

The vast majority of this debris is stone. It is a piece of debris formed by the numerous dusts in this sky. Therefore, it can always exist in this vortex, because this itself is part of the dust.

But... In the dust of this debris, there is such a leaf dust... It contains traces that make Su Ming familiar, that is, in the dusty dynasty of the morning, the road called Su Fei Girl, belongs to her traces.

Although this woman is not the face that Su Ming is most looking for, but... the appearance of this piece is to give Su Ming’s unimaginable confidence and firmer attachment, let him understand that his way of searching is Right, even if time has passed for a long time, even if it is looking for countless five million years, he will continue to look for it.

This obsession is only for seeing each other.

Gently grasping the debris in the palm of your hand, when Su Ming’s palm is released, the debris dissipates, and the dust in it becomes a fly ash, only the traces belonging to Ma Fei, such as a broken soul piece, floating In Su Ming’s palm, he was put away by Su Ming’s treasure.

After a long time, Su Ming raised his head, his eyes showed a clear light, making his eyes look very clear, like a child, the body took a step forward, with his attachment, went down.

The passage of time has passed for millions of years, the search for one year, the knowledge of all the cultivations that have been cultivated all the time. In this reincarnation, a circle has passed...

Su Ming did not know when he was going to find it, perhaps for a lifetime, to find a long-lasting life, to constantly search for it, just like the burial in his memory, meditating on the compass, I do not know how many years of sitting.

When time is here, when the tenth five million years have passed, Su Ming’s expression is almost numb, and there is some deadness on his body. This is not because of his severance, but because he is here. The loneliness and loneliness in his heart made his heart appear to be dead and exhausted under the constant exhaustion and search.

But even if he is dead, he can’t drown his search, even if he is no longer walking with his feet, even if he has been sitting cross-legged in the sky for a long time, still... he can’t bury his heart. See the expectation.

Looking for, looking for, looking for.

When the sixteenth five million years came, Su Ming found the traces of Ye Wang. Like the people who looked at Ye Wang, the sharp awns of his traces were somewhat eye-catching. It was a fierce existence in the sky. The beast, the corner of the head.

This fierce beast, now crouching in front of Su Ming, the body trembled, Su Ming's breath it just felt a trace, it was almost directly shocked to death.

Looking at the corner of the beast's head, Su Ming raised his right hand and pointed forward in silence. When he recovered, in his hand, there was a soul film of Ye Wang.

Sueming this soul film very cherished, Su Ming closed his eyes and continued to search.

The passage of time, in the search for Su Ming, I do not know how many eras have passed, and the eight butterflies in the sky do not know how many wings overlap.

Until the fifty-fifth and five million years passed, Su Ming’s figure in this sky shook, his eyes jerked open, and his eyes showed the brightest light in countless years. In an instant, the whole sky was roaring and shaking, and the wings of the eight butterflies were shaking.

Su Ming’s face showed unprecedented excitement. His body slowly stood up from his knees. His footsteps even trembled. His eyes were deeply gazing into the fog ahead. In the fog... small white flowers.

The mist is like a rain curtain. This little white flower is inside it. It seems to be a flower in the rain. It looks fragile, but it has her own unique determination. It seems to be waiting, waiting for the arrival of her waiting.

Waiting for more than fifty-five million years, waiting for the ferryman who took her to the lonely boat by the river in the past.

In the eyes of Su Ming, tears flowed down, but his face showed a happy smile. He slowly approached the small white flower in the mist, staring deeply, and seemed to say something, but it was already No sound came out.

Because he has forgotten to speak.

But he didn't care about it. He smiled happily. The smile was silent, but the smile appeared. It seemed that the whole sky was rippled. In this rippled reverberation, Su Ming gently raised his hand and gently. The little white flowers were held in the palm of the hand from the fog.

The tears in his eyes crossed the cheeks, and a drop fell on the little white flowers, such as dew, which made the white flowers seem to stretch the leaves and bloom... let Su Ming’s clever smile.

The leaves touched Su Ming's palm, and the gentle feeling was as good as Su Ming's memory.

Looking at the small white flower in the palm, Su Ming's happy smile rendered the reincarnation of the sky. He... found the rain.

Gentlely, this little white flower was collected in the world of his body, and it was precious to be cherished and accompanied by himself. Just like the forgotten riverside, the lonely squatting figure, the quiet companion under the rain.

The little white flower in the rain, she called 萱, no sorrowful breath, for Su Ming, this is his attachment and care, as if it also brought sunshine to his life, so that in the years after that, Su Ming is in the sky. In the cycle, I found one trace after another.

Those traces, even though there are no faces that make Su Ming persistent, can remember the bits and pieces in memory, those who are far away from passengers, whether they are former enemies or strangers who pass by, Su Ming cherish Take away the traces, and at this moment, he has no hostility to any life.

He found Su Xuanyi, found the people of the barbarian land, found the traces of the source of the sea of ​​stars, found the Deshun of the morning, and found the old man of the three wild, and the dark morning Crazy.

In the second round of the sky, until Su Ming found the long river, let him stare at the traces of the long river, he found traces of a strange woman.

The woman, who is dependent on the traces of the Yangtze River, is the wife he has been dead for many years. When staring, Su Ming found that the wife of Changhe was always at the side of Changhe, but he was not found before his death.

I found a trace of everywhere, walked in the reincarnation, and walked in the years. I don’t know how many thousands of years later, Su Ming found the master...

The traces of the masters are not dust, but a war, which is illusory. It exists in the fog of the sky, and within the race of a group of fierce beasts, it becomes their battle.

The battle is long!

With a trace of finding everywhere, with hope, with attachment, Su Ming walked through a fog, and when passing by, the mist surrounded him, not willing to disperse, and did not want to let Su Ming leave. There is a whisper in the fog, as if to say something.

Su Ming stopped and looked down at the fog around him. For a long time, his eyes showed gaze and affection.

He found Fang Lanlan, she... is this fog. Or, it is Fang Lanlan, who found him.

Taking away this fog and taking away Fang Lanlan, Su Ming’s inner expectation has become more and more concentrated. It is only in this expectation that Su Ming has already understood... When the world opens, when all the traces become life Branding, the day that reappears...

I will watch myself silently.

This is not the destiny of destiny. This is the price of Su Mingdao. This is the path he chooses, which is different from the destruction of life. (To be continued.)