Pursuit of the Truth

"...A total of 379 members of the sectarian family will participate in the ancestral temples in turn, inheriting the ancestors' brilliance, and volatilizing the morning blood, your cultivation will be raised again.

Speed ​​back! "The old voice echoed, but not everyone heard it. Only Su Ming, only Xu Hui, at this moment because of the guidance of the soul, only to hear clearly.

Su Ming’s eyes are condensed. From the voice of the Star’s robe, the change of the morning, when Su Ming’s eyes were seen with evil eyes, he’s already roughly seen that the sect of the immortal and the Tao Chenzong was not known. Therefore, I can't see the clues, I can't find the cause and effect, and I can't imagine how the immortals can confront the Tao Chenzong, but since there is this war, then the immortals still have some grasp of confrontation.

Xu Hui is also a change of look, because when she heard the old words from Su Ming Xingchen's robe, her soul suddenly burst into a phoenix.

This voice echoed its soul, but it turned into a force that could avoid the traction with Su Ming's soul. After forming a layer of faint barrier, this Fengming came out with only one she could hear. the sound of.

"Hui Er... This is the first time for the teacher to voice you in this way, don't panic, don't show flaws..."

This is, from her Zongmen, Fengmen's voice, and seeing the barriers that avoid the traction with Su Ming's soul, this barrier can prevent Su Ming from hearing the current Fengmen letter.

This is Xu Hui who never knew the power of existence before, nor did he know that his sect was able to create such a barrier!

This barrier is like a crack in the dam. Even Xu Hui’s cleverness can be imagined. The so-called marriage agreement and seal of the so-called Fengmen and Daochenzong are not sturdy and cannot be torn. This seal can be shielded, so naturally there is a great flaw, but this defect is hidden deep in the weekdays. Only when it is most critical, will it be found and then open the seal. Let Fengmen leave the road.

"You have a path around you, don't let him see the clue... When you gave you the Tao Chenzong as a Taoist priest, it was very uncomfortable for the teacher, but he had to do it.

I can only fight for an agreement for you. Now... this agreement is no longer important. My Fengmen decided to break with Daochen, and all seals will be opened. From then on... You are free, Fengmen is free!

But you have to kill the road, your cultivation is far more than him, find a chance, kill this son, and quickly return to the morning of the real world...

Remember, this son is very important to the morning sect. This important level has not been discovered before, but in these years, Dao Chenzong sent the road to the wasteland of Shenyuan, as if it also contained some kind of Deeply, especially since I recently learned that the order to send the road to the source of the year was actually... the sleeping morning robbing the Lord!

Your mission is to kill the road, I will help you unlock the seal after its death. "Xu Hui's face is pale, and after hearing the sound of the soul, the body stunned and looked paler and looked at Su Ming."

Su Ming is now picking up his eyes, and there is a flash of fineness in his heart. Like Xu Hui, in his mind, he is echoing only the sound he can hear.

This voice was also turned into a barrier, which prevented Xu Hui from hearing.

"Empty children, don't worry about coming back. The voice of your star robes was heard by Xu Hui who followed you to the abyss wasteland.

This female Zongmen has a rebellious heart, and ridiculously believes that I don’t know the morning.

If you are careful, you can decide whether or not to kill this woman. There are special treasures for the Fengmen in the Nguyen. If this woman’s heart is for you, if there is a double heart, kill it directly.

With your heart, the old man can rest assured that your choice, remember, empty, do not come back in a short time. ”

The voice gradually dissipated, and Su Ming looked at Xu Hui and met Xu Hui's gaze.

"My sect is letting me... kill you." Xu Hui was silent for a moment and whispered.

"They chose to break with Daochenzong. This morning change, not only the immortals, but also the Fengmen, presumably... there are other forces." Xu Hui stunned her eyes and looked at her There is some embarrassment in the pale.

"You still have injuries, rest." Su Ming faintly opened, sitting on the mountain rock, did not continue this topic.

Xu Hui was silent for a moment and looked at Su Ming.

"Are you going back?"

"I haven't been there yet." Su Ming shook his head.

"...when will you leave?" Xu Hui closed his eyes, and when he opened half a mile, he looked decisive.

"With your injury, you can recover more than half a month. At that time, I will leave." Su Ming looked at the distant sky and whispered back.

"I am with you!" Xu Hui said calmly.

Su Ming was silent. After a moment, he turned and looked at Xu Hui. After a long time, he nodded.

Xu Hui smiled and turned back to the house.

......

As if to forget the battle that is happening in the morning of the morning, Su Ming’s peaceful life is on the ninth mountain peak. Looking at the sunrise and sunset, there is always a fine wine nearby, and there is always Hui Hui’s companionship.

This kind of life, like a water, a dream, from morning to dusk, from the drum to the morning bell.

The two did not talk about the morning, and no one wanted to mention it. Half a month later, it slowly passed.

Although there is no flowering and thanking, but the moon is missing, the half-month time is also a wave of light, can not say how many prosperous Jinse gradually drift away, but also can not talk about the stars have been eclipsed, but ... this half a month Su Ming forgot the troubles and forgot the sorrow, such as returning to the dust.

Xu Hui’s smile has been a lot more in this half-month. It can be seen that she and Su Ming, like the happiness in this half-month, can be compared with the first half.

However, Fanghua is not always there, happy time is always short, and beautiful music is destined from the moment of talking, it will end at a certain time.

On this day, the sky in the ninth part of the sky was filled with pattering rain. This is the first time Su Ming saw the rain here. He did not want to use evil eyes to see how the rain appeared, afraid to see too much, lost. The meaning of rain.

When the earth falls in the rain, it raises the dust and fog. If you look carefully, it will be like a wave. There is a feeling of mist around the clouds. After watching it, if you have the heart, you can look at it quietly and reluctant to take it back. look.

As if in this rain, inadvertently, the world's wind knife and frost sword has been turned into a long and secluded lyrics, and the wind in the distance, it seems that some people are blowing distortions and stunned the rain.

Su Ming looked and looked.

"Xu Hui." He turned his head and looked at the dressing in the house, his long hair shawl, and his body had a gentle charm, and he burst into a beautiful flower-like woman.

She overslept and looked at Su Ming.

"Sit here, I will draw a picture for you." Su Ming faintly opened.

Xu Hui smiled slightly, put the clothes down, and did not have a storage bag. He came to Su Ming's side and found a piece of mountain rock and sat there.

Behind her, it was the rain curtains and the vast land. Her hair was the choked wind that passed through, and the scattered blue silk that she could see but could not see.

"You will make a picture?" Xu Hui blinked.

"I used to paint." When Su Ming opened his mouth, he took a storage bag and immediately showed a drawing board in his hand. This painting board was not the barbarian thing of the year, but Su Ming was seen by the black ink star. .

"Oh? How is the painting?" Xu Hui smiled and looked down at the clothes and straightened some of the folds.

"I don't paint well for a few people, but if you have too many words, you will always draw some pictures. Your expression will not change, it will affect my painting." Su Ming saw Xu Hui look stiff and frown.

"Su Ming, you are too much!" Xu Hui Meng stood up and looked angry.

"Where am I going to be more, if you don't explain it to me today, I can't finish it with you!"

"I really want to say?" Su Ming faceless.

"You...you..." Xu Hui took a deep breath and suddenly turned to the ninth tribe of the mountain, and heard a voice.

"The ninth, your brothers will drink and bring the wine of your tribe to the altar."

The ninth 寞煞 脚 at the foot of the mountain is meditating. After hearing this sentence, his look is not changed as usual. This kind of discourse has always been heard for half a month, and he knows that often this is the case, the brothers must be there. Will retreat, there is no need to carry the wine up.

"You don't have anything on your body..." Su Ming smiled.

Xu Hui took a look at Su Ming, and then he sat down again, got the clothes on, and smiled at Su Ming.

"There are no eight beggars." Su Ming picked up the drawing board and opened it again.

Seeing Xu Hui's look changed again, Su Ming raised his right hand, and his finger clicked on the accumulated rain beside the mountain rock, like a sticky ink, painted on the drawing board.

A piece of paper is clear, like a calm heart.

A splash of ink, like the beauty left in the eyes, with Su Ming's hand, gradually rendered the color as the world is separated, but the paper, can no longer return to the original, can not return to the original, but more Unprecedented beauty.

There is something to gain, there is a loss, life is like this.

Like that sentence, if life is only as first as seen, but sometimes, the beauty of the first sight is not as good as the peace after the precipitation of the years, such as this paper, there is no blank space to draw, the color after painting, which beauty?

Only by painting people, I know.

Only those who have experienced it can understand it...

Su Ming made a painting, there was rain in the painting, there was a big land, there was a sky, and there was a figure of a woman. Those beautiful old days were still faint, but in the changing circumstances, it was like a dusty river. Traces, can not waver, do not doodle paper.

The wind outside the mountain is full of sleeves. Before the rain, it’s a delicate person, not a brow, not a heart. This is a heart change.

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