Pursuit of the Truth

Su Ming closed his eyes and calmed his mind. He opened a brocade box. At the moment when the brocade box was opened, there was a fragrant scent. The scent was very light, but when it smelled the scent, Su Ming seemed to listen. I heard a piece of music that I didn’t know how to play.

The sound of that music is lingering and beautiful, and people can't help but think about it. This sound is only a scorpio...

For a long time, Su Ming looked at this box, which has three herbs. The herb looks very strange, like a branch, but there are some small holes on it. As for the beautiful sound of music, it is not an illusion. It was blown by the wind, and it was formed by blowing through many small holes in the herb.

"Tiankou branch." Su Ming raised his right hand in the last shot, and immediately the three strains of Tiancezhi together with the box disappeared in the hands of Su Ming, and he was included in the storage bag.

His eyes fell on the second box, and Su Ming breathed a little. Although he knew that the topographic map of the surface was not comprehensive, it was a hope.

His hand was slowly placed on the brocade box, the moment he was about to open.

"If you open it, you must heal the square wood." A soft voice came from the side of Su Ming, and as the sound appeared, there was a light fragrance.

Although this aroma is after the scent of the sacred box, it gives people two different feelings. The scent of the medicine is like Chen, and this fragrance is like a dream.

Su Ming looked as usual and did not change. He had already noticed the coming of the cold scorpion. He did not stop because of the words of the cold scorpion. Su Ming calmly opened the brocade box and saw a stack of things inside. The skin of the animal.

Looking at this animal skin, Su Ming had a complicated look. He suddenly did not dare to look at it. He was afraid of what he saw. He was different from what he knew. He was afraid of this world, no... Wushan !

Hanzizi walked slowly to Su Ming, sitting cross-legged and quietly looking at the man with a mask in front of him. She could see the complexity that Su Ming did not cover.

The two did not speak. After a long silence, Su Ming picked up the animal skin in the box and opened it in front of him.

"Disappointed?" The cold snoring whispered, her words were very soft and heard that there was an indescribable feeling in the human ear. Like her people, the appearance was soft and beautiful, but the heart was strong and more than a lot. Man.

Su Ming looked at the topographic map in front of this picture. The picture is quite detailed. It not only covers all the terrain around the Lushan Mountain, but even the surrounding area is quite detailed. From this picture, the Nanchen Land is extremely vast.

However, although this picture is meticulous, it is not what Su Ming wants. He closed his eyes and was silent. In fact, Su Ming himself knows that the topographic map he wants is probably not something that a small and medium-sized tribe can give. It is one thing to expect that it is one thing.

"Some." His heart at the moment is as complicated as his gaze. He wants to see the topographic map he desires, but he does not want to see it. This kind of complexity stems from the confusion of his heart being buried. .

"You can only see this thing, you can't take it away." Han Zizi looked at Su Ming's gaze, and had pity and whispered.

"I know." Su Ming opened his eyes, did not go to see the cold scorpion, but looked at the world where the darkness was dark. He didn't know what he was like at the moment, and he fell into the cold eyes, and she saw loneliness.

"You said, when I think of something one day, I can come to you." Su Ming murmured.

"Yes." The cold scorpion whispered.

There was another silence. This time, the silence was a little longer. The dark sky had a bright moon, surrounded by little stars around the moon.

The wind blew the earth, and picked up the blue silk of the cold scorpion. The swaying room made her a different kind of beauty in the moonlight.

"What did you see." Su Ming broke the silence and murmured.

The cold scorpion did not speak, but bit his lower lip and looked at Su Ming. Her eyes had moving awns. She looked at Su Ming for a long time, and she seemed to have a decision.

"You... can you make an appointment with me..."

The moment when the two words were spoken from her mouth, in the moment that Su Ming heard it, Su Ming’s heart was shocked. This kind of vibration was not controlled by his calmness. Covering it thoroughly, it will also be saddened by some things, because of the emergence of some words.

At this moment, the wound was touched and turned into a sorrowful tide that pervades the body of Su Ming. In the soul, he seems to be as usual, but everything in the heart can be known to outsiders.

However, although Hanzizi did not know, but with her female intuition, she immediately discovered that this ink su, in addition to giving her a feeling of loneliness, had an indescribable grief.

"You..." A cold scorpion, she is smart, she almost immediately guessed that, in her own words, there may be such a word, is the root of this sorrowful sorrow.

"Agreement..." Hanzizi did not say it.

"Agreement..." Su Ming’s heart was stinging, his body was not shaking, but the grief could not be controlled. This word has a special meaning to him.

Once, there was a woman standing in the snow and looking at him with a smile.

"In the snow, we will go all the way, will we go to the white head..."

Once, there was a woman holding him on his back. The heartbeat of the two seemed to be the same ups and downs. The face buried in his back was red.

"Can you be with me, circle around..."

Once, there was a woman who stood there, biting her lip, and the beautiful eyes flashed the charm of the wild, sweeping the snow for him.

"Su Ming, this is an appointment... I am waiting for you..."

This is an appointment, and Su Ming is a person who has not gone to the appointment...

"Fast five years...maybe, not five years..." Su Ming’s heart is more painful and bitter.

There are many sorrows in this world. Maybe he is not the deepest one. But if the deepest sorrow is life and death, if it is an endless period of time, then Su Ming’s injury does not know whether there is life and death, no Knowing whether there is a barrier to the years, this adds a confused injury, to the pain.

"I'm sorry..." The scorpion bit his lip and whispered softly. She couldn't understand Su Ming's injury, but she could feel the sorrow of the person in front of her.

"What agreement." Su Ming's voice was hoarse, watching the cold scorpion in front of him, watching his blue silk covered by the wind is not familiar with the face, faintly, he seems to see Bai Ling.

Different time, no division, different people, one same word!

"Help me kill Sima Xin, kill him, I will tell you everything I saw!" Hanzi said softly, when she said the name of Sima Xin, her breathing had a sudden rush, right hand subconscious The grip.

"Who is Sima Xin?" These faint actions, Su Ming saw.

"Tianhanzong has been hailed as the most talented person in history...", I can hear the soul of the second generation of the gods on the day of the creation of the ancient times, and is called the person who is most likely to become the fourth generation of the gods. One!

My brother... It’s also him, hurting Fangmu’s child. "Hanzi lowered his head and whispered."

Su Ming calmly looked at the cold scorpion and did not speak.

"I know that you are doubtful. With the identity and cultivation of Simaxin, how can you hurt Fangmu this child..." Hanzizi looked up, her face in the moonlight, although not beautiful, but still makes people feel embarrassed However, heartbeat, just, does not include Su Ming.

"Go on." Su Ming looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

"You have never heard of a kind of unintentional Dafa... This technique was created by the second generation of the gods, and Simaxin repaired it. This is the savage technique. Since the creation of the second generation of the gods, no one can practice the whole generation. It is difficult to exert full strength and cannot be repaired without care, so it is not allowed to become a big success.

Once this technique is completed, all the growth of its species will be dedicated to him. The second generation of the gods is using this technique, and it is used in the outer domain to achieve its own identity.

Sima Xin’s talent is indeed amazing. He is a passionate person, and he has set up a new path. He is divided into sentiments by his sympathy, and he is indifferent because of his ruthlessness.

When Fang Mu was born, he was very acquainted with his qualifications. He recognized him as the future hope of my eastern region... Sima Xin’s acquaintance with the Tianzong dynasty seemed to be a disciple of Lushan City...

Fang Mu became his wild species, and I was planted by him. "Hanzizi said calmly, as if not talking about himself, but the more she is so calm, the more she can feel the hatred of her heart.

"Fangmu is not hurt. He is a kind of Sima Xin. If you can cure it, you will offend Simaxin."

Su Ming was silent and looked at the cold scorpion. He did not believe in her words.

"Fangmu is seen as the hope of the eastern part of Ang, why did it happen, and the eastern part of the country did not stop."

"Is it blocked? Even my brother, as a patriarch, is unaware of this matter. He believes that Fangmu is only hurt by people. Knowing this matter, the entire eastern part of the country except me is only quite public.

He won't stop it, even if my brother knows the inside story, he will be silent. Sima Xin has a lot of wild species, can become his kind, can contribute to the emergence of the fourth generation of the gods, in many people Come, it is glory.

Even I don't know if Fang Mu knows the answer himself, will he also think that this is glory... but I don't think so! "The cold scorpion looked up, and the beautiful eyes looked at Su Ming.

"Do you think so?"

Su Ming did not speak.

"Not only is it a kind of glory, but also a person who has been planted with emotions like me. I am also proud of this. This barbarian is no longer a barbarian led by the generation and the second generation of the gods...

This is a sick barbarian, a barbarian who all sleeps, a barbarian who is proud of sacrifice and proud of slavery! Han Feizi, can not escape this fate! "The sound of the cold scorpion has been rushed.

Su Ming looked at her, and the woman’s words in front of him made him feel that this woman was a little different.

"How can I believe in you?" For a long time, Su Ming slowly opened his mouth.

The cold scorpion was silent for a moment, and there was a blush on his face. He looked at Su Ming and gritted his silver teeth.

"You said, when I think of something one day, I can come to you." Su Ming murmured.

"Yes." The cold scorpion whispered.

There was another silence. This time, the silence was a little longer. The dark sky had a bright moon, surrounded by little stars around the moon.

The wind blew the earth, and picked up the blue silk of the cold scorpion. The swaying room made her a different kind of beauty in the moonlight.

"What did you see." Su Ming broke the silence and murmured.

The cold scorpion did not speak, but bit his lower lip and looked at Su Ming. Her eyes had moving awns. She looked at Su Ming for a long time, and she seemed to have a decision.

"You... can you make an appointment with me..."

The moment when the two words were spoken from her mouth, in the moment that Su Ming heard it, Su Ming’s heart was shocked. This kind of vibration was not controlled by his calmness. Covering it thoroughly, it will also be saddened by some things, because of the emergence of some words.

At this moment, the wound was touched and turned into a sorrowful tide that pervades the body of Su Ming. In the soul, he seems to be as usual, but everything in the heart can be known to outsiders.

However, although Hanzizi did not know, but with her female intuition, she immediately discovered that this ink su, in addition to giving her a feeling of loneliness, had an indescribable grief.

"You..." A cold scorpion, she is smart, she almost immediately guessed that, in her own words, there may be such a word, is the root of this sorrowful sorrow.

"Agreement..." Hanzizi did not say it.

"Agreement..." Su Ming’s heart was stinging, his body was not shaking, but the grief could not be controlled. This word has a special meaning to him.

Once, there was a woman standing in the snow and looking at him with a smile.

"In the snow, we will go all the way, will we go to the white head..."

Once, there was a woman holding him on his back. The heartbeat of the two seemed to be the same ups and downs. The face buried in his back was red.

"Can you be with me, circle around..."

Once, there was a woman who stood there, biting her lip, and the beautiful eyes flashed the charm of the wild, sweeping the snow for him.

"Su Ming, this is an appointment... I am waiting for you..."

This is an appointment, and Su Ming is a person who has not gone to the appointment...

"Fast five years...maybe, not five years..." Su Ming’s heart is more painful and bitter.

There are many sorrows in this world. Maybe he is not the deepest one. But if the deepest sorrow is life and death, if it is an endless period of time, then Su Ming’s injury does not know whether there is life and death, no Knowing whether there is a barrier to the years, this adds a confused injury, to the pain.

"I'm sorry..." The scorpion bit his lip and whispered softly. She couldn't understand Su Ming's injury, but she could feel the sorrow of the person in front of her.

"What agreement." Su Ming's voice was hoarse, watching the cold scorpion in front of him, watching his blue silk covered by the wind is not familiar with the face, faintly, he seems to see Bai Ling.

Different time, no division, different people, one same word!

"Help me kill Sima Xin, kill him, I will tell you everything I saw!" Hanzi said softly, when she said the name of Sima Xin, her breathing had a sudden rush, right hand subconscious The grip.

"Who is Sima Xin?" These faint actions, Su Ming saw.

"Tianhanzong has been hailed as the most talented person in history...", I can hear the soul of the second generation of the gods on the day of the creation of the ancient times, and is called the person who is most likely to become the fourth generation of the gods. One!

My brother... It’s also him, hurting Fangmu’s child. "Hanzi lowered his head and whispered."

Su Ming calmly looked at the cold scorpion and did not speak.

"I know that you are doubtful. With the identity and cultivation of Simaxin, how can you hurt Fangmu this child..." Hanzizi looked up, her face in the moonlight, although not beautiful, but still makes people feel embarrassed However, heartbeat, just, does not include Su Ming.

"Go on." Su Ming looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

"You have never heard of a kind of unintentional Dafa... This technique was created by the second generation of the gods, and Simaxin repaired it. This is the savage technique. Since the creation of the second generation of the gods, no one can practice the whole generation. It is difficult to exert full strength and cannot be repaired without care, so it is not allowed to become a big success.

Once this technique is completed, all the growth of its species will be dedicated to him. The second generation of the gods is using this technique, and it is used in the outer domain to achieve its own identity.

Sima Xin’s talent is indeed amazing. He is a passionate person, and he has set up a new path. He is divided into sentiments by his sympathy, and he is indifferent because of his ruthlessness.

When Fang Mu was born, he was very acquainted with his qualifications. He recognized him as the future hope of my eastern region... Sima Xin’s acquaintance with the Tianzong dynasty seemed to be a disciple of Lushan City...

Fang Mu became his wild species, and I was planted by him. "Hanzizi said calmly, as if not talking about himself, but the more she is so calm, the more she can feel the hatred of her heart.

"Fangmu is not hurt. He is a kind of Sima Xin. If you can cure it, you will offend Simaxin."

Su Ming was silent and looked at the cold scorpion. He did not believe in her words.

"Fangmu is seen as the hope of the eastern part of Ang, why did it happen, and the eastern part of the country did not stop."

"Is it blocked? Even my brother, as a patriarch, is unaware of this matter. He believes that Fangmu is only hurt by people. Knowing this matter, the entire eastern part of the country except me is only quite public.

He won't stop it, even if my brother knows the inside story, he will be silent. Sima Xin has a lot of wild species, can become his kind, can contribute to the emergence of the fourth generation of the gods, in many people Come, it is glory.

Even I don't know if Fang Mu knows the answer himself, will he also think that this is glory... but I don't think so! "The cold scorpion looked up, and the beautiful eyes looked at Su Ming.

"Do you think so?"

Su Ming did not speak.

"Not only is it a kind of glory, but also a person who has been planted with emotions like me. I am also proud of this. This barbarian is no longer a barbarian led by the generation and the second generation of the gods...

This is a sick barbarian, a barbarian who all sleeps, a barbarian who is proud of sacrifice and proud of slavery! Han Feizi, can not escape this fate! "The sound of the cold scorpion has been rushed.

Su Ming looked at her, and the woman’s words in front of him made him feel that this woman was a little different.

"How can I believe in you?" For a long time, Su Ming slowly opened his mouth.

The cold scorpion was silent for a moment, and there was a blush on his face. He looked at Su Ming and gritted his silver teeth.