Pursuit of the Truth

.. Su Ming, left. .51o.

He took away the crane that quietly changed back from the dragon to the bald hair. When the tiger was safe and still sleeping, he chose to leave. .

Parting is acacia, and lovesickness is not just for men and women. In many cases, it is also the friendship between brothers.

The existence of the ninth peak stands on the surface of the sea. It is a breath of life. It is filled with the top of this mountain. On a huge stone tablet, this stone monument is the thing that Su Ming left for the ninth peak, and it will be the guardian forever. Protection of the ninth peak.

The stone tablet was set by Su Ming, and the handwriting on it was carved by Su Ming. There were not many writings, only a few lines.

"Injury the ninth peak, one grass and one wood, kill!"

"Injured the ninth peak servant, kill!"

"Injury to the ninth peak disciple, the whole family will kill!"

The three lines of writing reveal a savage killing, and there is a strong sense of shock to the world. If this is the case, it may not be enough to shock the strong, but in these three lines, the Su Ming that contains The breath of life is just enough to make the soul of the soul complete!

It is enough for the people of the fairy to shake it!

Such a handwriting represents that on the ninth peak, there is a person whose repair has already explored the threshold of life, representing this person, will be in the age of the ancients, in the barbarian land, extremely rare, truly broke through Barbarians die because of the death of the gods, the people who are restricted by the practice!

This is even more representative. Once you have committed these three lines of writing, then you will face a horrible enemy, a deadly, killing day of vendetta!

This is the deterrent, but also the heart of Su Ming, and on this rock, there is not only breath and handwriting, there is a drop of blood on the top of it!

His blood can make Simaxin take his life, his blood can make the tiger recover, his blood. It also contains the will of Su Ming. Once it bursts open, it can exert the power of Su Ming's full force!

Because in that blood, condensed Su Ming's numerology!

This blood, printed on the stone tablet, but in the hands of the tiger, there is this blood, if this ninth peak really encountered a disaster that is difficult to confront. Su Ming can also be aware of it.

On the day when Su Ming left. Bai Su stood in the foothills, watching Su Ming's back disappeared into the eyes, she looked at it silently. She likes Su Ming, she didn't know about it until she left. It was turned into an unforgettable heart.

It’s just... everything has changed, the refraction of the mirror flower and the moon has not been the real moon, the flower in full bloom...

As a person of Baijia, inheriting Tianhe numerology, although she did not practice the singularity of the black wooden block, she was so smudged that she understood the white family. Destined to be lonely and old, everything is doomed.

Maybe it can change, maybe... can't be changed.

Once forced to persist, then the names of the white family, their or their dying, will become a vivid blood, the life of the river. The river comes from the sky, and in the lonely, it will return to the sky.

His life is like a river running out.

In particular, the life of the Tianhe Rockfall is even more short-lived. Refraction of the color of the water droplets in the sun, in the blink of an eye. I will not find it.

Su Ming’s departure, the ninth peak fell into a quiet, the protective light curtain outside the island, once again emerged, enveloped the island, still guarding.

Who is this light curtain, Su Ming does not know, he also asked the old man in white robe, the other side has no answer, just know that on the day when the catastrophe permeated, at the moment when Tianmen lifted away, at everyone I thought that there will be a time of death, and suddenly, this protective light curtain will show up.

No one knows why it came from, no one saw it, who it was... arranged it.

In the quietness of the ninth peak, those who were humiliated under the pressure of Beiling, re-lived on the ninth peak, Su Ming did not drive them, but gave them a home.

Why are people who are homeless, who must be the same person...

Su Ming left, his figure walked out of the light curtain outside the island, his eyes fell on the east, where the East is located.

It was only that he stood on the Dead Sea, and there was no one around him. Only the sound of the sea and the whim of the wind accompanied him, and the loneliness buried in the bottom of his heart was more and more.

Silently flew forward, toward the East, Su Ming gradually drifted away.

The Dead Sea below covers all the land. In the depths of the sea, there is a place familiar with Su Ming. Here, there is the city of Lushan, and there is a chain of mountains.

After one day, Su Ming stood quietly in the air, and he did not encounter the slightest figure on the road. If the world dies, like this world, there is only one figure left.

Accompanying, only the wind, only the waves.

Su Ming looked at the Dead Sea below. In his memory, here is the Lushan City before the catastrophe did not happen. But now, he knows that there is no Lushan below the bottom of the sea.

The fragmentation of the mainland, such as the broken mirrors, the distance between each other is large and small, the position in memory is just memory, not the real place.

Want to find, only deep into the bottom of the sea, to slowly explore.

On this road, the bald-headed crane also noticed the lowness of Su Ming, did not bother to disturb, but when flying, the eyes turned, and sometimes looked at the sea and the surrounding, attracted by all the glowing things.

Unconsciously, the time passed three days, Su Ming's speed was not fast, he walked in this air, and the scene in memory, gradually unable to overlap, gradually blurred, until he saw the dead sea, a small island.

It is very far away from Tianzongzong. According to the location, it should be close to the edge of the Nanchen Wuman. The island is lonely in the dead sea, there is no protective light curtain, no protection, in this dark night. Even if you don’t look carefully, you won’t notice it.

That island is too small...

Such an island, Su Ming also saw some on the way, each one has no vitality on the top, in a dead silence, there is no such thing as life.

Even if it is true, it is the bone of death everywhere.

Su Ming’s gaze was taken back from the island. He took a big step, and his body turned into a long rainbow. The bald-haired crane followed, and one person and one crane were about to fly in the air. Su Ming’s body was awkward. When he paused, he turned his head and looked at the island again, he glanced.

The faint fire, in the darkness of the island, like the starlight of the year, is flashing, it is not a fire, but more than a dozen.

The bursts of laughter and laughter, also at this moment, faintly from the island, mixed in the sound of the waves around, spread all over.

Su Ming clearly remembers that when he was looking at the island, there was no fire on it. He did not think that if such an island had a barbarian, it could be in this dead sea for a few years, without any protection. Can still survive.

This is impossible!

Su Ming's eyes flashed, his gods spread out and covered the island, but what he saw in his knowledge was nothing but nothing.

Everything that can be seen by the eyes is so real.

Su Ming was silent. Under his body, he went straight to the island. The bald-haired crane on the side grabbed the hair and looked at it with a squint. The middle of the mountain followed the past.

After a while, Su Ming stood on the soil of the island. The sea breeze was filled with a smell of scent. In addition to the faint fire in front, it was dark and Su Ming looked calm and took a big step toward the place where the fire came. The past.

The island was small, and Su Ming did not take long. He saw the clearness of the fire from afar, and there were clear laughter and laughter in the ear, as well as the sound of children playing.

Until in front of Su Ming, he saw a... tribe.

Su Ming’s body trembled. The tribe was a small part, surrounded by simple fences. Inside the darkness of the tribe, there was a group of bonfires lit up, and there were male and female barbarians singing around the campfire.

And the children who chased each other next to the campfire, heard a silver bell-like laugh.

There was a more virginity. From the mouths of the chased children, the tribes came out, and the happiness of the adults who looked back at the children from time to time, and the virginity fell into Su Ming’s ear. Can't tell the dare to pick up.

"The same flower blooms for a thousand years. I only look at the sea and the mulberry fields. I smile for a thousand years, and I know how many times I know."

With the appearance of the tender voice, there is a glimpse of a groan from a piece of leather in the tribe, which is a sorrowful sorrow, but it is a perfect fusion with this sound, making Su Ming stopped his steps and stood silently outside the tribe, listening and listening.

This tribe, he is familiar with how he can be unfamiliar!

Here, he has been there twice, the first time is with his master, the second is that he is alone, now... is the third time!

Su Mingben has forgotten this place. Under the catastrophe, such a small tribe will not exist. But now, on this island, in this dark night, here he knows nothing, but the naked eye. It was a place where the fire was shining, he... came back again.

"The same flower blossoms for a thousand years, a smile for a thousand years..." Su Ming murmured, here, is the repaired old man, the tribe where he is!

Su Ming walked silently and walked into the tribe. The child who was chasing did not seem to see him. He ran in laughter. From the body of Su Ming... he penetrated the past and was still playing.

People around the campfire seem to see Su Ming, as they are, different worlds...

Prosperity sometimes does not mean luxury, but a kind of excitement. In this bustling city, Su Ming’s strangeness is the fireworks that can’t cover up nothing.

Su Ming penetrated the crowd, looked at those happy smiles, and listened to those lovely voices. He silently came to the sorrowful and sinister leather account, silent for a long while, and he raised his hand and lifted the curtain.

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I promised that the immigrants mainly donated books, but the publisher has not sent them to me, so that everyone has waited for a long time. If it has not been sent in a few days, I will buy it myself.

There are still outbreaks in these days, and they are brewing, please rest assured! Within three days, it will burst, I am ready to challenge the limits beyond the five!

Finally, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a ticket, and ask for encouragement! ! ! To be continued..

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