Pursuit of the Truth

"The first heart change is the feeling with Bai Su..." Su Ming grasped the heart, and the scene of the year emerged in his mind.

"The second heart is a little fuzzy, but I can feel it. It started from the death of the four seasons of the winter and the spring, from the death to the beginning of life, ending in the blood of the autumn in the East."

"Now the third heartbeat is... home." The stars and the moon in the sky have disappeared at the moment. Only the sun is hot and bright in the sky. A new day is coming, blowing away the darkness. Self-deception has been opened, and the people of this red-hot star have once again felt the cruelty and reality around them.

"There are three ways to get through the heart, one for war, two for 斩, three... forgotten."

"But I have no love, no pain, I don't want to think about my home, I don't want to forget it... Even if it is a war, what is the use?" Su Ming closed his eyes and covered his eyes. month.

After a long time, when Su Ming opened his eyes again, he slowly stood up from this knee year, and as he stood up, Yue Hongbang in the distance immediately rushed.

Su Ming looked at Yue Hongbang and looked at the many blue stones that were enshrined in the distance in this year. He took a deep breath of breath.

"I want to go out, you are responsible for the affairs in the northern region." Su Ming looked at the distance, faintly swayed when he opened his mouth, and suddenly the body of Akasaka, who had been sleeping for a year, moved, and the sound of the whistle, When he flew out, he fell at the foot of Su Ming, and with Su Ming turned into a Changhong gallop, and even a black shadow flapped his wings in the back, quickly catching up, that is the bald crane.

Yue Hongbang hugged his fist and looked at Su Mingyuan. After he disappeared in the sky, he faintly noticed that Su Ming of Fang Cai was somewhat different from a year ago. What can be different in the end. He said it was unclear, just feeling.

Su Ming flew on this fire red star, and he looked calm. Walk through the mountains, walk through the desert, on the peaks of that place. He found a red grass that grows in the volcano and contains a sense of heat.

Until he found a mountain, a dead volcano, it looked like the ninth peak. On the mountain, Su Ming looked at it silently. After a long time, his right hand was lifted and the sword appeared. His figure is like a hurricane, surrounded by the peaks.

The mountain rocks are cracked and dusty. Until after a full day. This mountain is gradually becoming more similar to the ninth peak under the change of Su Ming. Even on the top of the mountain, Su Ming opened a cave house. In the mountain, there is a courtyard of the second brother. In the mountain, there is the platform of Su Ming and the residence of the tiger. In the bottom of the mountain, there is a big The brothers are retreat.

When such a mountain peak appeared in front of Su Ming, Su Ming watched it for a long time, for a long time.

Until the day is already dark, when the moon is hanging high, the earth is smashing, Su Ming looks at the ninth peak, he smiles, the smile is very cold, very ruthless, such as wearing a mask, but this is not the intention of Su Ming, he laughs Laughing, the heart under the cold face, came a sting again.

It was only this time that the sting was not only his heart, but also a great will on Su Ming’s indifferent face, letting his face appear in the cold, convulsions, and gradually appeared like a black mask. .

Su Ming understands that his own actions, in a certain sense, are already a kind of love. This kind of thinking of the homesickness, the feelings of homesickness are not allowed in his body, they are broken, but he Today's practice is contrary to its indifference, which makes the mask that disappeared on its face emerge, and the will that exists on the mask, suppressing Su Ming.

Su Ming’s mouth overflowed with blood, but he still lifted his footsteps and silently came to the top of the mountain. He sat alone there. The red phoenix crouched under the mountain. It seemed to be aware of the fluctuations of Su Ming’s heart. Disturbing thoughts.

The bald-headed crane looked at everything Su Ming had done all day, and it was suddenly silenced. It looked at the ninth peak in front of him and gradually came to Su Ming’s side. It looked at Su Ming’s indifference. The face, the blood of the corner of the mouth, watching Su Ming hold the heart of the movement, the look of the bald crane, revealing grief.

"I miss you at home, I won't be jealous, I won't forget... I choose pain! Let my heart hurt to remember that feeling, let me feel this sting all the time, only then, I will Always remember, always... don't forget.” Su Ming murmured, he was afraid that one day he would forget his family's thoughts, and he was afraid that he was lost in this wasteland of the gods in this indifference and ruthlessness.

Therefore, he has to remember the sting of this heart.

In silence, he took out the red grass that he had picked up in the storage bag, and made one after another in his hands. Until the early morning, in front of Su Ming, he compiled a grass doll.

That grass doll, no head.

But in its body, Su Ming bites the blood dripping from the tip of the tongue, and the blood gives the trace of the life of the grass, making the grass look look lifelike.

It doesn't look like a master, but in Su Ming's eyes, it's not him, he is a master!

Su Ming looked at the red grass doll representing the master. His expression was indifferent and he could not see his heart, but his concentrated expression seemed to represent everything.

It was only at this moment that the mask that disappeared on his face at night, once again emerged. This time, the will that was scattered from it was even bigger, and when Su Ming’s body was shocked, it appeared corroded on his face. Signs, more bursts of green smoke, no pain, but the will from the mask, but forced to let Su Ming stop his movements.

Su Ming's body trembled, and he felt that he could not control his hands, as if the will on the mask had manipulated his body at the moment, causing him to spurt a large mouthful of blood.

Su Ming’s eyes were colder and colder, but after this blood spurted out, he bit his teeth, slowly raised his right hand in the struggle, and took out some red grass again, a little bit in this trembling. With a simple knot, he is very difficult to do now, but he still insists.

For three days, he compiled a second red doll with the blood of Su Ming. The doll's expression was like a smile, as if there was a gentle smile everywhere, no matter where.

When this second doll was made, the sun was thick and shined on the side of the doll, which made the smile a memory for Su Ming.

In this memory, the mask on Su Ming’s face eroded his flesh more seriously, and the will from it was slammed in Su Ming’s mind. Su Ming’s mouth is covered with blood. The whole person, though painless, but surpassed all the pain, fell aside.

Seven days later. Su Ming opened his eyes, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and his body was very weak. The feeling of weakness was like a broken heart, but after he opened his eyes, he took out the red grass again and shivered and compiled it.

This time, Su Ming was stunned three times by the will, until a month later, his whole body did not have the slightest luster, but in front of him, a third doll appeared.

That is a silly expression. A doll with a thick look, looking at the doll, Su Ming smiled. That smile is cold. Without the slightest emotion, I can listen to the ears of a bald crane. Everything in this month, and the indifference of laughter today, is true to everything in the world.

"You can break my later feelings, but I can't break my memory..." Su Ming picked up the red grass and prepared the fourth doll. His face was dripping with blood, the will from the mask. At this moment, it is so powerful that Su Ming’s soul can be shaken.

Su Ming looked up and said a roar in the sky.

His hands trembled, trying again and again to make a knot, until another month passed, in front of Su Ming, the fourth doll appeared.

It was a woman, a woman who looked back and smiled. It was white.

After the appearance of this doll, Su Ming’s hands have split open, his weakness has reached the extreme, almost the oil is dry, but his indifferent eyes, the left eye of the sun, the right purpose of the moon, but the more Clear, occupying all the positions of his pupil.

He took out some red grass again and went to compile the fifth doll, Yu Yu.

However, this time, Su Ming, however, could not make the first draft. Every time when this grass knot is about to be hit by him, his heart will come out with his eyes closed, but he can’t catch it. That one touched the figure.

Constantly trying, and constantly unable to come out, Su Ming's face masked the faint light, covering his face at the same time, the exposed eyes, the more indifferent.

"You have been here for many days, and I plan to see when Su will arrive." Su Ming looked at the red grass in the first knot, and did not look up. His voice revealed the coldness of the bones and slowly opened.

A sigh, uploaded from the sky, Tian Lin's figure appeared in the air, he looked at the black mask on Su Ming's face in a complicated way, watching the dolls in front of Su Ming and the folds in his hands. Red grass.

"Why is this yours, I see that there is a seal on your face, but why do you want to fight against it?" Tian Lingang said here, Su Ming raised his head, left eye, Yang, right eye, watching To Tian Lin’s moment, Tian Lin’s words came to an abrupt end, and his eyes and Su Ming looked at each other, and his heart immediately roared.

When the roaring resounded, Su Ming and the mountain peak in front of him disappeared, and there was a withered grassland. There were so many families on the grassland. At this moment, the sound of screaming is coming, it is a true red dress. Wei’s coming to the massacre, and finally this body is burly, the body is full of bleeding and suffocating the true Wei, in a body trembled with fear of the face of the constant confrontation, but every time it is swept back by this true guardian, the indifference A scornful, faint opening.

"If you know that you are not competing, you dare to take the shot with the defender. You will leave a descendant of the five generations of Tiankui, and you will be considered a benevolent person."

After the killing ended, after the true guard left, the young man screamed at the sky and squatted on the ground, shed tears of blood.

Although all this disappeared, Tian Lin was trembling, and he was red in the air. This is the deepest hidden pain in his heart. It happened in his hometown thousands of years ago. A scene!

He breathed more quickly and looked at Su Ming fiercely.

"What is this technique!!"

"Yangyang represents reality, and tomorrow represents the hope that the stars... is the hometown. This is Su’s enlightenment, and the stars are illusory. As for you, you asked why Sumou had to fight, and why did you fight against the true answer? The same.” Su Ming picked up the four dolls in front of him, which contained his blood, and gradually integrated the four dolls into Su Ming’s body, as he was with them...

Su Ming knows that his third heartbeat is just beginning, not ending. The real end is that he compiled all the dolls and integrated them into his body. In this way, he spent the third. Sub-heart changes.

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