Pursuit of the Truth

The evil spirits of the evil spirits have always been gloomy. When they approached the gate of the stockade, their footsteps did not stop. In the moment when their bodies touched the stockade, Su Ming’s eyes narrowed and his eyes narrowed. He saw the stockade’s The door was actually distorted, as if it had been removed from the air in other places, making the evil spirits go slowly.

Su Ming followed, and also stepped in, until both of them entered, Su Ming looked back and saw the gate of the stockade, and then resumed. {%%.首发发}

It’s not the first time that the evil spirits have come here. At this moment, most of the people in the entire tribe have been asleep, and because of the rain, there is no bonfire around. In this relative silence, in addition to the rain and the thunder Only the sound of the hurricane is coming on.

Like this voice, it is the direction that guides the evil spirits. He walks in this stockade, stepping on the water, and gradually passes through a house, Su Ming sees in front, there is a very common animal skin. Inside the tent, there was a light.

This is a small tribe, a tribe with the same size as the Wushan Department where Su Ming is located. Such a small part is so much in the Nanchen area.

Looking around, when Su Ming put his gaze on the light-filled leather account, he clearly heard that the sound of the smashing bones, like the friction of the bones, came out of this pocket.

The evil spirits approached, opened the corner of the leather account, and stepped in. Su Ming followed, and then entered the leather account. At the moment of entering, the first thing he saw was In this small leather account, there are a lot of bones.

In addition to the bones, there are some stones, and most of these things, most of them are made up!

This is the first time Su Ming, seeing so many embarrassing, is also his place in the South Morning, the first time, see the scorpion!

Su Ming was shocked. After the eyes were swept over the scorpions, they fell into the leather account. An old man's body.

The old man's hair is white. Wearing a animal skin shirt and holding the upper body. Sitting there at the moment. Holding a piece of animal bone in his hand and rubbing it on a stone board.

It seems that the shape of the animal bone is somewhat inconsistent with the bones he wants to make. He has to wipe away the extra places.

The evil spirits looked gloomy, looking at the old man, walking to the front, sitting cross-legged, his eyes moving, falling on the animal bone that the old man was rubbing.

The old man looks as usual. As if his entire attention was condensed on the bones in his hands, he did not notice the arrival of the evil spirits, nor did he see the existence of Su Ming.

He was calm there, constantly rubbing, making a sound of squeaking and squeaking, echoing in the leather account, and some drifting out for a long time.

As time passed, Su Ming always looked at the bones of the old man's hand. Under the gradual friction, he was worn away with an edge and a rounded shape. (w/w/w..com/o/m%% update super fast)

The evil spirits have never spoken, and they have been looking at it all the time. The look has changed slowly, sometimes it is gloomy, sometimes it is obvious, and sometimes it is complicated.

The rain outside was even bigger. The Thunder sometimes slammed into the air. Sometimes the brightness of the moment appeared. The three figures in the leather account were reflected on the account, and they quickly dissipated.

The focus of the old man’s look made Su Ming seem to have a clear understanding. He didn’t know when he was no longer standing, but he sat cross-legged and looked at the friction of the bones, listening to the sound of the bang, this moment’s He suddenly had a kind of confession that appeared after the ninth peak and never appeared calm.

At this moment, Su Ming, because of this calm gaze, was immersed in a state of self-forgetting. His eyes were only the bones that were being rubbed. He did not see that the evil spirits were sitting opposite the old man. The clothes on the body seem to have changed.

That kind of change is only happening in an instant, and it will be restored again as usual. If you don't look carefully, it is hard to see clearly.

Time passed slowly. I don’t know how long it took. The old man rubbed the movement of the animal bones. With him, Su Ming’s whole heart was shocked and he was sober. He saw the old man looking at it. The animal bone, pick it up, seems to be gazing.

For a long time, he changed the animal bone to a position and continued to rub on the slate.

The appearance of the evil spirits became more complicated. After a long time, he sighed and stood up.

At the moment he got up, his old man’s movement stopped. He picked up the bone in his hand again. This bone has been made into a scorpion. There are several small holes on it. After he glanced at it, he lifted it. When I started, I didn’t go to see the evil spirits, but I fell on Su Ming’s body.

It is a pair of calm and watery eyes. It is a pair of seemingly infinite wisdom. It sees through life and death and sees through everything in this world. It can accommodate the purpose of all things.

In that eyes, there is kindness, there is Enron, there is peace, there is a kind of light that makes Su Ming and his face, and then more calm.

The old man raised his right hand and handed the bones in his hand to Su Ming.

Su Ming was silent, and he got up and respectfully took this seemingly ordinary bone. At this moment, he suddenly understood the meaning of the old man looking at himself. He wanted to let himself blow the bones.

Su Ming took the bones and silently stepped back a few steps, sitting on the ground, looking at the cockroaches in his hands, the rain outside was bigger, and the thunder rumbling.

Su Ming closed his eyes, and the bones in his hand were placed on his lips and gently blown up.

He wouldn't play the distortions, but over the years, the broken bones in his storage bag that couldn't make a sound, accompanied him to the night of many lonely thoughts...

In that many nights, he alone, silently blowing silent, lingering in the ear, is the song in the memory.

The sound of sorrow, with a desolation, came from the bones of Su Ming’s mouth, echoing in this pocket, drifting out, scattered in the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, it seems that even the thunder outside is silent, even the rain is soft, blending with the choked distortion, and playing the sound of the miss.

What Su Ming played was both the sound of this voice and the song in his memory. The sound of his mouth was the flow of breath through his mouth, but the same, his heart, was moving.

This kind of movement is a kind of passage of time and a kind of memory.

The sound of snoring seems to have no other sounds, only from the simple tone of the ups and downs, revealing a desolation, containing vicissitudes, in this quiet night. In this falling rain, in this strange world. it. presence.

If the lover is crying in a low voice, such as the tribe is crying in tears. As a childhood partner. When you hold your fist, you are angry...

The evil spirits closed their eyes and silently listened to the snoring of the ear, listening to the sly voice, the gloom of his look, and now eased.

The old man also closed his eyes and looked calm.

This is a long distortion, she may have a name, but Su Ming does not know. This kind of song, his memory has existed many times, but until now, he really used it and played it.

But... this is not his embarrassment. This is the distortion of the song, the soul, and his memory, but it still lacks a taste, it is the taste of home.

The end of the song.

Su Ming opened his eyes and looked at the bones in his hands. He had a clear understanding in his eyes. He stood up and handed the tribute to the old man.

The old man smiled and looked at Su Ming with kindness and nodded.

At this moment, the evil spirits also opened their eyes. They did not go to see the old man, but got up and walked out.

From beginning to end, he and the old man did not say anything to each other, but Su Ming knew that, in fact, they both had expressed a thousand words in their own distortions.

As the evil spirits came out, Su Ming hesitated a moment, followed by the two men walking out of the leather account, the rain outside was still very large, falling on them, falling in the potholes of the ground.

When he walked out of the leather account for more than ten steps, Su Ming’s footsteps stunned. His hesitation was no longer, but he was decisive.

As his footsteps stopped, the evil spirits were also a meal, but they did not look back.

Su Ming bowed to the evil spirits, turned and walked quickly to the leather account that had just left, picked up the tent and went inside.

In the leather account, while Su Ming walked in, the old man sitting there looked calm.

"You... can you fix it?" Su Ming took out his skeleton from his arms. This has the smell of the home. There are many cracks. It has no sound, and it is held by Su Ming. In front of the old man.

The old man's gaze fell on this shackle, picked it up, looked at it carefully, and nodded.

Su Ming respectfully worshipped, turned and walked out of the leather account, and with the evil spirits, left the tribe's stockade.

"Understood..." Outside the stockade, in the wind and rain, the evil spirits of the evil spirits opened. At this moment, although he was wearing purple clothes, his look was no longer gloomy.

"The first battle is the testimony of the repair, the second act..." Su Ming looked at the evil spirits, silent for a moment, opening: "The fight for the heart!"

"The people in the first battle are the seven divisions of the division. The person you saw in the second act, the teacher did not know his name. I happened to meet him many years ago and saw him make a slap...

After that, whenever my heart changes, I will look for him, fight with my heart... fight for the world..."

"You understand the method of painting, so that you can meditate, there is no system to be repaired, everything needs to be practiced... This road, perhaps someone who is not known to the teacher, is also walking, but in the people I know. Only a few of us are mentoring.

I am far away, and several of your brothers have gone a few steps, and what you are facing now is the first heart change... the change of heart, if there is a second you. "The evil spirits whispered openly."

"How to do it, for the teacher can not give pointers, I can only tell you, my heart changes ... go, I will take you to the witches to kill ... ... for the teacher purple clothes, there is no hard work, it is difficult to dissipate." The evil spirit took a step toward the sky. Su Ming took a deep breath and whispered the word change. His eyes flashed and he followed the evil spirits.

"He is a blind man, do you see it..." In the sky, when the figure of the two men and the teacher disappeared, the faint, the evil spirits muttered.

"Zizi..." Su Mingyi.

People scattered.

There is a person who, in the name of the ear, has a love and is demon.

There is a kind of person who reads as a friend and has a kind of ticket, which is called the month.

There is a jug of wine, with words as songs.

There is a kind of grace, no thought.

Cough, two poems that make soy sauce, how good to write, so lyrical, anyway, I am intoxicated, should vote to encourage it. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote, the monthly pass, your support is my greatest motivation.