Pursuit of the Truth

The man has tears and does not flick.

In Su Ming’s memory, he has not cried a few times in his life, but today he cried, his tears flowing down his cheeks, and he looked at the broken ninth peak, and the battle emerged in his mind to protect him. Choose the faces that blew dead.

There are also white, and there is rain.

All of this has now turned into a flying smoke, blown away by the sea breeze. He hates the immortal, hates the morning sect, and hates that in order to make him a child of yin and death, indulge all this dying.

Su Ming stood outside the broken ninth peak of Dongfu, watching the two brothers in the cave, the tiger who was sleeping, and the master who was a stone statue. Su Ming shed tears and watched silently. .

He knows that this may be the last glance. Perhaps in this life, there is no second time. You can see your brother and see the ninth peak, because he has to go far and go to a place far away.

Because at that time, he will have no love, there will be no pain.

Su Ming stood there, and after a long time he slowly squatted and smashed nine heads toward Dong.

"Master brother, two brothers, tiger son... look for the teacher's respect, please come to you... Master, Su Ming is not filial..." Su Ming shed tears and squinted.

After a long while, when Su Ming got up, the bald-haired crane silently handed Su Ming a white gauze.

It was the last thing left before Bai Su died. He was caught by the right hand after Su Ming’s body collapsed. He was kept by the bald crane and was not blown away by the wind.

Holding white gauze, Su Ming looked at it silently.

One day later, Su Ming left the ninth peak. Behind him, in the Jiufeng Mountain in the bottom of the sea, outside the cave of Su Ming, there was a grave buried in the seabed.

The grave was buried inside. It is a white gauze. That is... the grave of Bai Su.

Su Ming left, and there is a promise of the old voice of the dying vortex, Su Ming knows. In this barbarian, there is no more power to disturb his brother.

He left, followed by a bald-headed crane who was not willing to let Su Ming leave alone. Regardless of how Su Ming, it silently followed and accompanied Su Ming.

On the foothills of the ninth peak, Qian Chen shed tears and looked at Su Mingyuan. He vowed that he must become stronger. He must be strong.

He can't forget Su Ming. I can't forget the hardships of this period, but now I feel lost after I lose it.

And now. Everything is gone.

Qian Chen cried. Sitting on the mountain peak.

Su Ming walked in the world, and he started all the speed. Desperately mad, he spent three days, even burning and repairing, crossed the Dead Sea, from the East China mainland, flying to the West.

His time is running out. Before he leaves, he will go to Ximeng to see if there is Wushan, to see if there is an old man.

The land of the Western Union is a black soil. In the area on the edge, there is a mountain. The four fingers of this mountain stand between the heavens and the earth. Under the mountain is a jungle, boundless.

This season is the winter of Western Union. The snow falls down, making the jungle look like a white wedding dress. The earth is covered with silver. It looks like this wedding dress is like a funeral.

In the falling snow, Su Ming came here and came to his hometown, Wushan.

He did not find Lei Chen, did not find any of the old people, but he found the mountain and found the beauty that exists in memory.

Looking at Wushan, Su Ming’s tears ran down again. He went to Wushan and touched the mountain’s rocks. Snow fell on him and he refused to wipe it off. He walked through the jungle under the mountain and stepped on it. Snow, this road is the beautiful circle when he was carrying Bai Ling.

Until he came to the place that should have been the Wushan tribe, here... no tribe.

Perhaps, many, many years ago, there was a tribe here. Her name was called Wushan. But now, in the eyes of Su Ming, there is a snow and dry jungle.

Here, Su Ming stood silently, time passed, for a long time...

The bald-haired crane was on the side, looking around, accompanied by silence.

The sun set, the sun rose, the snow fell for a night, Su Ming stood for one night, he looked at the jungle, looked at the snow, he suddenly stepped forward, the whole man squatted on the ground, hands to dig it The snow on the ground, to dig up the dirt on the ground, his whole body is like crazy, with his hands constantly digging open, and gradually, his hands are bloody, but he does not seem to know the pain, and continues.

Until a deep pit was dug by Su Ming, in the deep pit, he dug some abandoned things buried in the ground, there are some stone tools, some pots and bowls, and some pieces of scattered and decaying.

Looking at these, Su Ming's tears fell on it, and the items he knew were familiar with those who belonged to... Wushan.

Su Ming didn't know how he left Wushan and the jungle. He walked bitterly and purposelessly. When he walked out of the jungle, there was a mist of smoke in front of him. It was a small tribe.

This is a small tribe that did not know when to take root here. Su Ming looked at the smoke and slowly walked toward the tribe, bursting into the joy of the music, and the happy laughter of the child. The closeness of Su Ming gradually came into his ears.

Looking at it, Su Ming saw Wushan, until finally in the snow, Su Ming bowed his head, with a hint of shackles, he turned and walked toward the distance, a mask appeared in his right hand. The black mask was scattered with light, and it was exceptionally clear in this snow.

Just as Su Ming was going to put the mask on his face, suddenly, his footsteps, he turned his head and looked at the jungle in the distance, on the snow in the jungle, there was a pair of young men and women at the moment, there quarrel.

"You said that you will always be with me. You said, this is an agreement..." It was a woman's voice. The woman looked at the youth in front of her eyes and cried.

"I said it...but..." The young man was silent, and the bitter opening after a long time.

"No, but I know that you still love me, why do you have to leave, we used to make vows in the snow, we have to go all the way to the white head in the snow, that snow, we are white, but this A snow, we must be separated, our agreement..." The woman shed tears, and the voice swayed in the snow.

The young man bowed his head bitterly and he had his hardships.

Su Ming looked at the young men and women and listened to their words. A woman full of wild beauty emerged in front of his eyes. The woman was Bai Ling and seemed to be white.

"In the snow, can you go to the white head..."

"This is an appointment."

Su Ming closed his eyes, and in the moment he closed his eyes, his soul was scattered...

The young man in the jungle trembled. When he looked up, his eyes softened, and the soft eyes stopped the woman who was crying across her from crying.

The young man smiled softly, walked to the woman's side, took off the bones hanging from the neck, and took off the earrings of the woman's left ear.

"In the snow, we can go to the white head, outside the wind and snow, we can also, this is an appointment!"

The woman hugged the youth, and the voice of crying was full of joy.

At this moment, Su Mingyin in the distance opened his eyes. He did not look back, but continued to walk in the distance, facing the wind and snow. His right hand was lifted up, slowly, and the mask was slowly worn. The face.

In the moment the mask was worn on the face, Su Ming’s body was no longer warm, but replaced by a cold and ruthless, which became the cold that the snow could not melt.

He took a step by step, step by step, and went away in the snow. From then on, there was no love, and he broke his pain. He... is no longer him.

Such as a painting in the snow, the name of the painting, called, if life is just as first seen.

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