Pursuit of the Truth

Su Ming should go.

Even if he does not leave, he should cherish the cultivation of the old man, because the three days of creation can help him resist the looting that is about to face.

Destroy this illusory beauty, killing all the characters that may be fictional, including his loved ones, friends, love, friendship, etc., with a determination to make everything stronger, to resist, to have everything The coldness of the person, after destroying all this, re-shaping!

This is the true meaning of the three-day creation, and the old man who is repairing. I hope that Su Ming can do it, such as an explosion in silence!

Just like breaking your thoughts, cutting your memory, not paying attention to the past, not caring about the future, reshaping your own memories, and ruthlessly, to complete your own extremely important transformation!

This time, it is the transition of the sacrifice of the bones and the transformation of the soul of the soul. This is the creation!

Su Ming, for these things, gradually became clear with Ming Wu. He guessed that the help of the old man was repaired. He even had a feeling of faintness. If he followed the other’s methods and reshaped his life after the destruction, this would be It is equal to the mastery of his own destiny, he will be in the moment of shaping, because of the perfection of the state of mind, thus infecting his soul.

Because of the perfection of the soul, and thus... in the moment of shaping this life, it will shape the image of his own Su Ming!

It also means that when he walks out from here, he is no longer a sacrifice. He will become a strong soul in this singular power, in the creation of the repairing old man who may have paid a great price. !

Thus, to face the next, a big robbery in his life!

The repaired old man paved a boulevard for him. Although Su Ming did not know who the other person was, he could feel that the old man was not malicious to himself...

This creation. This ceremony... Su Ming, but unacceptable.

Because this price is to destroy everything, can he Su Ming go to hold the white spirit behind him and kill him? Can he go to sleep the grandfather, end his life in his sleep, he can go and kill the dust Just because it is perfect...

He can kill Lei Chen and kill his parents. Will everything in the Wushan Department be crushed?

"I can't do it..." Su Ming smirked. He can feel the warmth of Bai Ling behind him, he can't do it.

Time is slowly passing. Su Ming stood there, Bai Ling held him behind his back, and the sky was no longer dark, but slightly bright.

This night, the two of them stood like this and did not speak to each other. Bai Ling’s dagger was buried on the back of Su Ming, and the feeling of heartbeat that came from her made her wonder why and shed tears.

That tear may be acacia, just can't play, dyed on Su Ming's clothes.

Until the early morning, Su Ming chose to leave, Bai Ling lying quietly on her bed, like sleeping. Only the tears of the eyes are still there, dripping on the pillow, disappeared.

In that tear, how many times of looking back, how many times of thoughts, how many times of sighing, perhaps even Bai Ling himself, are also unclear.

Walking in the early morning in the early morning, Su Ming walked out of the Wulong tribe. He walked silently in the mountain forest, watching the sun shine into a beam, and the leaves of the jungle fell. He felt the red on his shoulder. The complexity is all the way to silence.

This is the first day.

There are two days left for Su Ming’s choice.

He had intended to go to the Fengfeng tribe, but at the moment he had no thoughts. He looked at Wushan in the sun, and did not go to see the thoughts of the ruins of the fire, the feeling of exhaustion, permeated his heart.

He chose to go home.

Go back to the Wushan Department and return to the home that belongs to him.

In the early morning Wushan Department, if everything revives, the tribes are doing their own things in the smoke. The children seem to be tireless forever, looking forward to the daytime, and looking forward to playing with their partners.

Su Ming’s return, looking at the familiar tribe, he sat quietly outside his tent, watching the blue sky and white clouds, watching the sun, looking at the tribe, all in the memory.

He wants to remember all this, once again, if there is a knife, the picture of this scene is deeply engraved in his heart and engraved in his soul.

"Is it only to destroy these things, is it to control the fate?" Su Ming whispered to himself.

"This kind of destruction may indeed make people master the fate, because the cold heart can not tolerate the slightest warmth. If there is no love, then the other means of the other side will not find habitat.

But..." Su Ming looked at the children in the open space ahead, running around, he closed his eyes.

"They are also false..."

The sky is slowly getting late, the dusk is passing, the moonlight is falling on the earth, Su Ming has been sitting there, watching the tribe's all, no longer thinking, but silently looking at the sunrise and sunset.

He knows that when the sun rises again, it will be his last memory in the memory of Wushan.

Maybe next time, I don't know when, maybe no more.

Su Ming closed his eyes, his ears swirled around the distortions of the tribe, and one night... passed away.

When the early morning of the next day came, the sky was no longer sunny, but there was a dark cloud, and there was a little rain, but on the last day, Su Ming did not think about anything. He smiled and accompanied Agong. Speaking, happy to help Nansong grandfather to organize the pharmacy, even if children, playing with the children, telling stories to them, then the silver bell laughter that came out at that time became the most pleasant voice in this tribe.

He and Lei Chen laughed and laughed, just like the teenager who was ignorant of the outside, even did not think about it, had his own friends, had his own relatives, and was happy and carefree.

Ula there, although she was very contemptuous of Su Ming, Su Ming always smiles, without any complaints, and actively helps Ula to do things that belong to her. The smile looks like Ula is also a sly, cold face. Also slowly eased a lot.

On the other side of Beiling, Su Ming seems to be exhausted. With his last day, he is very polite, thinking of childhood help, thinking of the grace of the arrow, even in the indifferent Beiling, after silence. , nodded to Su Ming's complex, the two were there, as many years ago, shot the arrow.

As for Dust Xin, she sat happily, looking at the two men who had walked into her heart in front of them, and sometimes handed in clear water, and laughter echoed.

Everyone in the tribe felt that Su Ming had something different on this day. On this day, he was busy from early morning until dusk until late at night.

On his face, the smile always exists, just... With the arrival of the night, with the moonlight falling, the smile behind his smile, no one saw it.

When the day was dark, Su Ming’s smile became bitter. He watched the lights around the tribe gradually go out, watching everything from bustling to silent, and his heart was stinging.

"Would you like to leave..." Su Ming murmured, he knew that when the sun rose again, he would... disappear into this beauty.

The bitterness on his face gradually turned into a smile. He needed to laugh. He wanted to laugh. Even if he left, he could have enough for three days.

Laughing and laughing, Su Ming did not go to see the moonlight. He did not go to see the darkness and the tribes around him. Instead, he opened the door of the tent, walked in, lay down on the small bed that belonged to him, and looked at the familiarity around him. He smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

Sleep, maybe wake up, I am still here...

Su Ming murmured softly.

In the end, he still did not choose to repair the road pointed out by the old man. Even if he went on, he could be a wild soul. Even if he went on, he could have the qualification to resist the coming of the robbery.

Even so, he... chose his own path.

All this is true and false, not necessarily true or false.

Mirror flower water month, this month is also the month! This flower is still a flower!

Destruction can shape the new life, but keep everything, leave it in the depths of memory, become the most precious beauty of a lifetime, let your heart not be cold, let your own love not die, and may not be able to shape the new life!

"Destiny is mine, I choose to go by myself, I said it is true, he is in my heart... really exists." Su Ming closed his eyes, slowly, and slept.

"Don't... my Wushan..."

"Goodbye... my loved one..."

"My friend... my love, all my childhood... you are forever in my heart, in my deepest heart, become my warmth... don't..."

This is the feeling of sleep that he never found after he left Wushan, even on the ninth peak. The feeling is the taste in his memory...

At the moment he was asleep, Su Ming couldn't hear it. There was a sigh in this meditation, and the sighing voice contained a savvy taste that could not be distinguished.

The world is gradually shrouded in fog, and this world has gradually turned into nothingness.

When Su Ming opened his eyes again, the first thing he heard was the sound of the sea. He smelled the smell of the sea. He saw... the lonely island, surrounded by no Wushan, no tribe, no The slightest picture.

The only thing that is there is the bald-headed crane that is squatting and open.

Su Ming stood there for a long time, for a long time, until he closed his eyes again and slowly opened.

"The dream woke up." Su Ming's eyes can still appear in the scene of the three days, a sadness, and then will be integrated into his temperament, this is the soul of the sorrow, this is the homesickness of the wound.

This is the embarrassment that the wind can't blow, this is what he chose, beautiful.

Sighing, Su Ming clenched his fist and respectfully bowed down to the island under his feet. He worshipped the old man who was repaired, thanking him for his three-day creation.

After a visit, Su Ming looked up and took a step forward, clutching the bald crane, and the whole person turned into a long rainbow and went straight to the sky.

Behind him, the island slowly disappeared, only the sorrowful distortion, in the whimpering roundabout, seemed to be sending Su Ming until he went away.

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