Pursuit of the Truth

"That is a long and long story... There are fairy, witch, and barbarian in the story... There are Nanchen in the story, there is the East Wild, and there is the Grand Palace..."

"There are ninth peaks in the story, there are immortals, and there are sacred gods..." Inside the tribe, there is a fall of the year, in the fall of the autumn leaves, under a big tree, surrounded by more than a dozen children. These children are wide-eyed one by one, and they concentrate on listening to an old man sitting under the big tree, telling his story.

The old man looked very vicissitudes, wrinkles appeared on his skin, his hair had white hair, his smile was very kind, his voice seemed to be strange, attracting these children, and he was so intoxicated in the story.

That is Su Ming.

This is the sixth decade after Bai Ling left.

Sixty years ago, the upheaval of Wushan, nowadays, those who have experienced it have become the loess, and they have grown up from generation to generation and become the backbone of the Wushan Ministry.

The Wushan Department has also expanded several times, and the scope occupied by this Wushan Mountain has become enormous.

Three years ago, after Su Ming’s cultivation entered the sacred environment, he became the strongest person within this radius of ten thousand miles. Even the Fengzhen tribe also had a strong sacrificer, but in Su Ming’s In the hands, this person...not an opponent.

He is no longer the original boy. The years have left his wisdom on his body, leaving behind the vicissitudes of life. Perhaps it is the reason for his age. Su Ming’s dream of sixty years ago is gradually forgotten. Remembrance.

"In the end, he became a god, a battle with the Emperor..." Su Ming smiled and slowly told the story to the children around him.

"A grandfather, grandfather, who won in the end."

"That day is too odious, Grandpa Agong, tell us soon, who won."

"Agong doesn't know who won in the end. This story is here, it's over, maybe...not yet." Su Ming stood up and touched the head of a seven-eight-year-old boy. This child is the little grandson of Beiling.

In those children who are not willing and reluctant, Su Ming left, and his story has indeed been finished. In the past 60 years, he has expanded the Wushan tribe several times. He made the Wushan tribe the strongest in the neighborhood. Even if he leaves here, there will be no crisis in Wushan, because Beiling... It is also the sacrifice of the bones, because in the six decades of the tribe. There are four more... Dust!

And below the dust, there are many.

This is the role played by Su Ming's medicine stone.

In this year, the morning when the autumn leaves were the most, Su Ming sorted out the downs and walked out of his house to leave the already-grown Wushan Department.

Behind him, there is no little red to follow.

Xiaohong has been old and returned to the mountains. To accompany the son of it...

In the early morning of the tribe, there would not be too many people going out, but now. At the moment when Su Ming walked out of the house, the tribes of the entire tribe stood there and looked at Su Ming silently.

"Gong Gong sent the public!" All the people, young and old, all bowed down, the voice echoed, let Su Ming's footsteps pause, he looked at these people, for a long time, for a long time. Su Ming nodded with a smile.

"Let's go, I will come back." Su Ming waved his hand and walked toward the tribal gate until he walked out of the tribe and saw an old man standing at the door.

The old man is tall and straight. Like a gun, his eyes are like lightning, he looks at Su Ming, Su Ming also looks at him.

This is Bei Ling, stepping into the Bei Ling of the sacrifice.

"Really to go?" Bei Ling was silent for a moment, slowly opening.

"After that drama, it is now sixty years... The Wushan Department has grown stronger, and I don't need to stay here..." Su Ming looked back at the tribe and said calmly.

"But Lei Chen hasn't come back yet..." Bei Ling's look, showing up, Wushan's growth, all this pressure, he and Su Ming have been shackled for decades, in these six decades, experienced a lot.

"Here is his home, he will come back...I...go." Su Ming walked over Beiling's side, patted him on the shoulder, smiled, stepped toward the sky, and the whole person turned A Changhong gradually disappeared into the sky.

Su Ming, gone, for sixty years, this is his first real departure.

Ten years later, on the south side of the Western Union continent, outside the endless green jungle, Su Ming’s cultivation was from the middle of the sacrifice to the late stage of the sacrifice.

Twenty years later, on the eastern side of the mainland of the Western Union, Su Ming stood on the highest peak of this place. He gave a long shout in the sky, and his cultivation was completed and the sacrifice was completed!

Five years later, on the edge of the Dead Sea near the West Coast, Su Ming stood on a wooden boat. At this time, he was no longer a sacrifice. The fluctuations that could be integrated with the heavens and the earth clearly revealed him. The cultivation is already quite a wild soul!

He has been in Western Union for thirty-five years. In these thirty-five years, he has gone through all of the Western Union, but... he did not find Bai Ling.

The parting of nearly a hundred years ago seems to be permanent, only in the memory, can not be seen clearly.

At the moment when Su Ming set foot on the boat, he left the West League. Under the roar of the Dead Sea, he was alone, stepping on a lonely boat and galloping in the Dead Sea.

Big and big, Su Ming meets the hurricane of the Dead Sea, breaking the waves, his goal... is Nanchen! !

In the 30 years of Western League, he knows that this barbarian land has a south morning, there is a wasteland, and there is a northern state! When he knew that there was a South Morning and an Eastland in this world, Su Ming wanted to go to Nanchen. He wanted to take a look at everything in the dream. It was true or false.

He is going to take a look at the ninth peak and see where it is, as if it were a dream.

In the Dead Sea, Su Ming spent ten years, until ten years later, in the killing of the road, Su Ming's cultivation climbed to the middle of the wild soul, he stepped on the land of Nanchen!

In the morning, he saw the Witch, saw the Haiqiu Department, saw the Scorpio barrier that had not yet been fully formed, and saw... some of the immortals.

In the morning, he saw the Lushan City, but there was no city, there was a barren hill.

He saw Tian Hanzong and saw the ninth peak. It was only the people living on the ninth peak, not the tiger, not the second brother, not the master, nor the master.

In the morning of the South, Su Ming stayed for a hundred years, and he walked through the places where every dream had been. There, I want to find familiarity, some places are familiar, but some places are strange.

Until Su Ming chose to leave the year. His cultivation has reached the great perfection of the soul, he ... saw the great witch of the witch, saw a battle between the witch and the barbarian!

In that big battle, he did not want to participate, until on the battlefield, he saw two people, one of them. It is the great elder of the Haitian Ministry. The other one is a middle-aged man who has never appeared before, as if he had just arrived in Nanchen. The man’s appearance, after Su Ming’s seeing, his heart shocked a rare .

The middle-aged man, with the evil spirits. Very similar! !

Just now Su Ming, his vicissitudes of life, filled the traces of the years. He witnessed the middle-aged man and the great elders of the Haitian ministry, and the witch wars of the witches. The great sorcerer’s strength seemed to exceed the level of the greatness of the savage soul. In the first battle, Su Ming chose to shoot. !

At the end of this war, the Great Wu Gong dissipated, and his soul was asleep. Even if he was awake, he would no longer have the cultivation of today, because his soul was also hit hard.

This war. The reputation of the three strongest men in the South has risen, but the name of Su Ming is unknown, and gradually became the most mysterious of the three strongest.

Su Ming left and he found the answer. Walking on the lonely boat from the West League, he left Nanchen with complexity and emotion and went to the East.

In the land of the East, he went to two places, one is the depths of the East, the wasteland under a mountain, where the clowns in his dreams lived.

In addition, in the center of this wasteland, there are countless deep pits and floating rocks, dreams, the land of immortals!

Standing on a big rock in the land where it came, Su Ming stood there for a long time. For a long time, he looked at the sky, everything in the dream constantly appeared in his mind, and finally he laughed, and the smile showed a free and easy It reveals a clear understanding.

That is the realization of life, it is a kind of insight into the reincarnation, but also a kind of ... control of fate.

"Emperor..." Su Ming smiled, his eyes gradually became cold, he looked down and looked at the earth. He bit his tongue and spewed out a blood. This blood quickly condensed in front of him and finally turned into a Blood crystal!

Su Ming took the blood crystal on the forehead, and repaired all of him and his understanding of the years and the fate. After all, he merged into the blood, and then slammed it toward the earth. Going to the ground, breaking the soil, entering the deepest, where... eternal burial.

After doing this, Su Ming’s big sleeves, without stopping, walked toward the distant world.

"Reincarnation is a point..." Su Ming’s voice, after he left, was still looming in the eclipse.

Time has passed again, and it is another hundred years.

In this hundred years, Su Ming walked through the mountains of the barbarian. He was looking for a... the barbarian mountain in the Agongkou, but he never found it, another hundred years, another...

I don't know how long it has passed, Su Ming has traveled all over the land, and he is still not found.

Until Su Ming's exhaustion filled the body and mind, where he forgot where he was, forgot where on the mainland, at the top of a mountain, Su Ming sat there knees and looked at the distant sky.

"Boundary Mountain..." Su Ming murmured.

"Agong said that it is in my heart..." Su Ming closed his eyes, this closed eyes, the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the passage of time does not know how long, how long...

Until one day, Su Ming opened his eyes, and the vicissitudes of the face revealed a smile of awakening. In front of him, as he opened his eyes, a mountain appeared, which was a towering mountain peak. On the mountain peak, three large characters were deeply engraved on the rock wall.

Jie Manshan!

Su Ming stood up. Under one step, he stepped on the border of the mountain. In the mountains, he looked at the abyss and smiled. The whole person took a step toward the abyss. He did not start repairing. He The body suddenly went straight to the bottom of the abyss.

The whistling sharp wind hummed in his ear, his face changed rapidly from the vicissitudes of life, and finally... became a teenager.

His world is in this moment, the collapse of the crash, became the re-volume of the Wushan fragments, his ear came the distortion of the dream.

"I realized the reincarnation, mastered the origin, and awakened the soul of the nation..."

"Staying in the boundaries, out of destiny, from the mirror side, stepping into... the other side."

"After life repair..."

"Who am I... This answer, when you come to Jiemanshan again in the real world, I am waiting for you..." (To be continued)

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