Pursuit of the Truth

It turned out that everything is a dream.

It’s just that the world of dreams is so real. The ninth peak of Nanchen is so warm. It comes from the care of the tiger brother, the second brother and the master. Every time you think about it, it will make people warm. There is a kind of thought that can't be described.

It turned out that these are dreams...

I have not been involved in the virtual hole of Wushan, and Ah Gong has not disappeared. I have never been to it... Nanchen, there is no such a master named Tianzizi.

It turned out that this is really a dream...

I didn't go to Tian Hanzong, I didn't go to the Jiuyin world, I didn't even see any Wu people, and the disaster of the East, and the scene of the enemy with the Emperor.

I have not cultivated myself to finally reach the great soul and become a perfect person.

"This dream is so long and long..." Su Ming murmured, sitting on a dry tree in the area where the Fengzhen tribe gave Wushan. He sat there, looking far away, the wind on the horizon The snow was sobbing and blowing on the body, making him feel subconscious.

"In the dream, I saw those familiar people, Bei Ling, Dian Xin, Wula, etc... Fairy, Wu, Barbarian, old man who repaired, and the land of yin death." Su Ming sighed.

"Really... dream?" Su Ming looked up and looked at the snow in the sky, his eyes showing confusion.

Behind Su Ming is a tribe that is no longer complete. Those who migrated from Wushan lost their loved ones and lost their homes. They can only become affiliated with Fengzhen within the scope of this Fengzhen tribe.

Agong was hit hard and has been in a coma.

Lei Chen left. I don't know where to go, maybe one day will come back, maybe...

Ula died, Nansong died, and many ethnic groups have become corpses, and grief is filled throughout the tribe. The heavy ones seem to breathe a little.

The mountain mark also died, and he died in his own hands. Su Ming bowed his head. Look at your hands and silence.

Inside the tribe behind him, the little girl called 彤彤. I kept shrinking in the corner, holding a broken doll and shed tears.

"Su Ming, I want to start." In the silence of Su Ming, a low voice came from his side. The voice came from Beiling. Beiling was pale and step by step, standing in Su Ming. Under the big tree.

Su Ming looked at Bei Ling, his dream is this fairy. It is a man named Da Ye Xian Zong, a disciple of Emperor Tian, ​​but... that is a dream after all, isn’t it...

Su Ming shook his head and leaped from the big tree.

A funeral offering to sacrifice the soul of Wushan. In this tribe, in the sorrow and silent crying of all the tribes, the burning flames swayed with strange twists, neatly placed in the flame... a body of the Wushan tribe . That is the body of all who can find the tribe to die.

These corpses are mostly incomplete, rarely complete, and the flames burn on them. In this winter snow, all the Wushan people around them silently squatted on the ground.

Looking at the light and darkness of the burning flame, listening to the sound of screaming, the silent crying of the surrounding people became oppressive, making the surrounding colder.

In that flame, Su Ming saw Ula, saw many familiar faces, and saw a lot, many.

On the third night of the end of the funeral, Su Ming stood in the tribe, looked at the snow in the sky, and looked at the distant land that was not the darkness of the snow. He saw a figure of a woman standing there. I seem to be waiting for myself silently.

That is Bai Ling.

The wind and snow are very large, and the world is divided and fragmented, and can not be reunited together. In the snow, Su Ming went to Bai Ling, stood with her, silently, did not speak to each other.

Wearing a white mane with white hair, black hair on the hair sticking to the snow, the beautiful face in this snow, extraordinarily beautiful, just the concern and sorrow in the pair, so that she looked at Su Ming, gradually shed Tears.

"I have to go... I went to a very distant place. It was my aunt Aunt who came to the news and asked people to pick me up..."

Bai Ling bit his lower lip and looked at Su Ming.

"Go with me." Bai Ling whispered.

Su Ming was bitter inside. He lost a lot of people, lost too much, he could not leave, he was even more difficult to retain Bai Ling, he... I don’t know what he is, to keep Bai Ling, let her not Go see her mother.

"All the way... take care." Su Ming was silent for a long time, bitter opening.

His words almost finished, Bai Ling went to Su Ming's face, gently, hugged his body, a cold lips, and the face that Su Ming could not forget, replaced his world.

The lips are very cold, with warmth in the cold, and the bitterness of tears, blending together to form a ... parting kiss.

"Our agreement is still there, it is not seven days, not seven years, but a lifetime... Su Ming, I will wait for you, always, always..." Bai Ling turned and ran towards the distance, tears in the wind There is nowhere to see where the snow falls, but only a drop seems to fall on Su Ming’s face.

The same cold, can not tell whether it is tears, or snow.

Su Ming stood there, standing until it was faint, in the distance beside Bai Ling, he saw two tall figures, like guardians, with Bai Ling away.

Su Ming couldn't tell what it was like, and it was silent for a long time.

Half a month after Bai Ling’s departure, Agong wakes up.

Regarding what happened in the Battle of Montenegro, Ah Gong did not say that Su Ming did not talk to anyone. The death of Montenegro was gradually over the past.

Su Ming can feel that his character has changed, he is no longer lively, but he is used to silence. The tribes in the tribe have disappeared in the past, and the sorrow of their loved ones has been lost. Everyone has chosen silence.

He began to practice all day and night, began to refine the pharmaceutical stone, and let his cultivation improve, but often, he will open his eyes when he meditates in the middle of the night, recalling the dream.

Time flies, it is ten years.

Ten years can change a lot. As children grow up, as time goes by, the grief of ten years ago is very weak. Only at the time of the annual sacrifice, people will remember the miserable ten years ago. .

The Wushan tribe has become a subsidiary of Fengzhen, because Agong... has lost its cultivation and has become an old man with a ruin.

During the ten years, Su Ming accompanied Agong, until the winter of the tenth year, in a cold late night, the outside wind whimpered, blowing the leather account, causing the lights in the tent to sway, and Ah Gong lay there. At this time, he was extremely old. He looked at Su Ming and looked at the growing young man in front of him.

"Agong can't continue to go with you... Lasu, don't be sad, this day will come... I remember the words that Agong said to you over the years, remember... the borders of the mountains... you must go Looking for the borders of the mountains, you must find the mountain.

Where is the mountain, the Agong is not clear, I only know, it... In your heart, go find the mountain, you will be there, find everything you want. ”

This is the last sentence that Agong said to Su Ming before he died.

Agong, returning to the market...

On the third day after Ah Gong’s life was extinguished, Su Ming’s cultivation was carried out into dust, becoming the second person in the tribe to step into the dust. The first one was Beiling.

The existence of two dusty places made the Wushan tribe occupy a very high position in the subsidiary of the Fengzhen tribe, which made the Wushan Ministry launch once... returning to the hometown.

Even the Fengzhen tribe will not stop such a migration, because today's Wushan tribe has already qualified.

It was a homeland that had been away for ten years. When the entire Wushan tribe returned to the ruins of Wushan ten years ago, there were many old people who shed tears and squatted on the land. The sound of crying echoed around.

Wushan is no longer the Wushan Mountain. There are only four mountain peaks. The tribes under the Wushan Mountain have slowly emerged from the past in the reconstruction of this decade.

Here is the home, the home of the Wushan tribe, the soul of the Wushan tribe.

Years in this silent, with the spring, summer, autumn and winter, slowly passed. The wedding of Bei Ling and Dian Xin was held in the autumn under the Wushan Mountain. The wedding was very grand, because one was the patriarch of Wushan and the other was the daughter of the previous generation.

Beiling, at the moment of entering the dust, became the patriarch of Wushan.

This laughter, the wedding after the tribe returned to their hometown, many people were drunk in that happy, Su Ming stood silently, watching the dance of the people outside the campfire in the middle of the night, and the songs of joy came from the ear. Looking at the happy smile on Ding Xin’s face, looking at the handsome appearance of Bei Ling, he already had the uprightness of the patriarch, and he quietly drank the wine.

He remembered Bai Ling.

It has been seventeen years since Bai Ling left.

Su Ming still remembers the cold kiss when Bai Ling left seventeen years ago, and remembers that appointment.

I still remember that he was only accidental, and he remembered the dream in his mind when he woke up seventeen years ago. It was a long, long dream.

This night, Su Ming was drunk. His seventeen years of silence and his unspoken character made him have a high degree of majesty in this Wushan tribe, especially after he became a Wushan man. The majesty is to let all the people do not dare to speak in front of him.

With drunkenness, holding a jug, Su Ming looked at Bei Ling and Dian Xin, turned to the tent belonging to him, began to practice, and outside his tent, carrying a somewhat old fire monkey, it was Xiaohong.

The passage of time, the separation of old and sick, and gradually with the autumn leaves, painted the annual rings in the fall, one circle and one circle, representing a year.

It’s another thirty years, the past. (To be continued)

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