Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 6 Three Desolations Chapter 1355 Snow Keeps Falling

The clones condensed rapidly and transformed into his body again in a blink of an eye. In this starry sky, it looked like it was the Daochen Realm, but from Luya's perspective, it felt like this place had become a dragnet. Needless to say, he was leaving, just staying. Existence is extremely difficult.

As Su Ming closed his eyes, the whole world was shattering. A look of horror appeared on Lu Ya's face. A strong life-and-death crisis suddenly grew in his mind. Seeing the world around him being shattered, The aura of destruction was extremely strong.

Lu Ya's eyes showed madness, and he raised his right hand between his eyebrows and slapped again. With this slap, the treasure gourd mark on his forehead immediately shone. At the same time, Lu Ya's body instantly withered, as if his life and even soul were still there. All flesh and blood were sucked away by the mark between the eyebrows at this moment.

When his whole body was as dry as a bone, the gourd mark between his eyebrows emitted seven-colored light. After shining seven different colors of light in succession, it suddenly separated from his eyebrows. Waves of pain appeared on Lu Ya's expression. It was clearly revealed that at the moment when the world around him was about to be shattered, a colorful gourd suddenly appeared in front of Lu Ya.

Lu Ya, who had no gourd mark between his brows, looked much older in an instant, but the madness in his expression became even more intense. He roared to the sky, and his colorful gourd instantly burst out with a strong seven-color light. This light instantly enveloped the surroundings, surrounding After his figure was hidden, he launched his strongest counterattack against the approaching void shattering.

At this time, Su Ming's eyes were completely closed.

There was no roar, no loud noise, no amazing magical changes, and no magical power that made the starry sky tremble. The moment Su Ming's eyes were completely closed, the entire world disappeared, as if it had been wiped out, including the colorful light, including This realm that seems to be circulating all the time also includes... Lu Ya within it.

Any struggle, any resistance, after Su Ming closed his eyes, all were vulnerable.

If it is no longer in Su Ming's eyes, it is no longer in his heart, so... …just everything ceases to exist.

When Su Ming opened his eyes again, he was in the Daochen Realm. Everything around him was as usual, and the entire Daochen Realm had not changed at all.

Only when Su Ming raised his right hand, a colorful gourd appeared in his hand. This gourd was filled with countless cracks. In Su Ming's hand, it shattered into fly ash.

"Ban Fuzi's Tao is as domineering as the power I believe exists." Su Ming spoke softly.

It's all over.

Su Ming turned his hand and scattered the ashes of the colorful gourd in his palm. He turned around and walked towards the ninth peak. He was going home. Hundreds of years before the catastrophe, he didn't want to go anywhere. He just wanted to go anywhere. Return to the Ninth Peak, where... silently accompany your friends, silently waiting for the catastrophe that will happen hundreds of years later.

Su Ming returned to the Ninth Peak.

After not returning for more than a hundred years, the development of the Ninth Peak did not stop because of Su Ming's absence. Instead, it became even more majestic. The number of disciples also increased a lot. Under the leadership of the second senior brother, it was heading towards the development of a huge sect. Move forward in ranks.

When Su Ming returned, he saw his senior brother and others, Canglan Xu Hui and Yu Xuan, his grandfather, and many familiar faces.

Time seemed to pass softly at this moment, and Su Ming returned to the Ninth Peak and never left again.

On this day, snowflakes fell from the sky. As the snow fell, it turned the earth into a blanket. The silvery light seemed to outline a beautiful tomorrow with the snow still in the air.

There is snow and wind.

In the wind and snow, Su Ming stood on the cliff, looking at the snowy sky. He vaguely thought of Bai Ling, but when he recalled it, it seemed that too many years had passed, and there was a sense of vicissitudes and strangeness, as if he could see it. On the snowy ground, two figures, a boy and a girl, were gradually disappearing. The footprints left behind them were slowly covered in the snow, making it impossible to find any trace of their return.

Vaguely, he also thought of Xiaohong and saw Wushan. On Wushan, he saw a young man wearing animal skins climbing and picking herbs. A red fire monkey was accompanying him. It is a period of time and a beautiful period.

A smile appeared on Su Ming's face. He looked at the young man's figure. There was a strangeness in his smile, as if the memory had faded away, until it seemed that he saw Wushanbe and the people in his memory.

Snow keeps falling.

"What are you thinking about?" An old voice came from behind Su Ming. Grandpa was staggering a little, wearing a thick leather coat. He stood behind Su Ming and spoke kindly.

Su Ming turned around and looked at his grandfather with a sigh of relief on his face.

"Thinking about the good times."

"Those who like to reminisce about the past are old guys like me." Grandpa smiled and looked at the wind and snow in the distance.

"In previous years, this season was the most lively time in the tribe. The food for the winter was almost ready. The tribe would light bonfires, and then the tribesmen would spend this cold winter around the bonfires! Especially you little Lasu, Even more excited." Grandpa smiled and shook his head.

"Yes, I still remember little Tongtong..." A five or six-year-old girl holding a doll seemed to appear in front of Su Ming's eyes.

"It's all over." Grandpa was silent for a moment. It seemed that the vicissitudes of life on his body were getting thicker, and his body seemed to be a lot thinner. He seemed to feel the cold in the wind and snow.

"Old..." Grandpa shook his head. After looking at Su Ming, he turned and walked away. Su Ming looked back at his grandfather's back. This back was no longer what he had seen when he was a child. Tall and tall, like a piece of sky supporting the tribe.

The back figure at this moment is like that of an old man in the world, with a somewhat bleak figure in his last years... Although this figure is no longer the sky, in Su Ming's eyes, he will always be the grandfather of the past, and he will always be the same old man. The grandfather who protects the tribe and Su Ming.

The snow has not fallen for ten years, but the years have passed by sixty years.

For a period of time, Su Ming let go of everything in his heart, no longer thinking about the catastrophe, no longer thinking about the three desolations, and immersed himself in the ninth peak, the friendship between his senior brothers, and the three girls from Yuxuan. in the company of.

This is his home, always has been.

The eldest brother is no longer headless, but after a retreat, he has reshaped his body and transformed into the person Su Ming once knew. In the past ten years, the second brother has formed Taoist partners with a total of six women, sometimes The happy laughter made Su Ming smile after hearing it.

Huzi, after hearing the reprimand from Tianxiezi conveyed by Su Ming, felt aggrieved for a long time, picked up the wine again, and resumed his heartless sleep, even more willingly. Picked up... the habit of peeping.

So... in addition to the female disciples in the sect, the objects of his peeping also included some interesting things about the second senior brother, which gradually made the Ninth Peak Sect feel like Su Ming's memory.

As winter turns to spring, there are many more flowers and plants on the ninth peak. These are arranged by the second senior brother. He always seems to like these flowers and plants, but it is a pity that there are no figures wandering around at night.

In autumn, in the autumn wind, Su Ming sat outside his cave, with wine beside him, taking sips, watching the autumn leaves fall, and tasting the fragrance of the autumn wine. The Canglan beside him quietly accompanied him, watching together. Yu Xuan and Xu Hui were practicing magical powers there.

Xu Hui's competitiveness and Yu Xuan's refusal to give in caused the two women to always have some frictions and quarrels. Often at about the same time, under Canglan's seemingly unintentional words, the two women fell into each other's arms. The fight began.

Often at this time, Su Ming would always hold a drink and sit aside and watch with a smile. This time was so beautiful that Su Ming would sometimes think about how great it would be if it could always be like this.

Compared to what Su Ming thought was good, the Bald-haired Crane had long since returned to his true nature, and would go out with Minglong to search for crystal stones from time to time. He even changed his appearance into various forms, and went with Minglong to take the sect disciples' pockets with them. The crystal becomes one's own.

This has almost become the thing it is most proud of. Whenever it succeeds, it will run to Su Ming excitedly and ask Su Ming to create another one for it. Su Ming's crystal-changing technique, in the eyes of Bald-haired Crane, It was the unprecedented magical power in the world, which fascinated him endlessly.

Day after day, year after year, when the second senior brother married the thirty-seventh Taoist monk, a hundred years had passed.

In the past hundred years, the Three Wilderness World has begun to shake. The shaking has become more and more obvious. Many monks have even noticed that the whole world seems to be tilting. There seems to be an invisible force of suction, making the starry sky unstoppable. It was calm again, but some vague fluctuations gradually appeared.

There are also some stars that are beginning to show traces like the sea water drying up, the earth breaking apart, and the vitality of the stars gradually dissipating...

Su Ming knew that these changes, and he could feel that these changes in the Three Wastelands were inevitable before Sang Xiang's wings overlapped. Everything would become stronger and stronger, until the moment the wings overlap, catastrophe would come.

Over the past hundred years, grandpa's body has gradually become weaker and weaker. His longevity is about to disappear, and his traces are about to be erased by time. After all, he will not last long...

Su Ming has been at the Ninth Peak, but when he closes his eyes, his body will appear in every place in the Three Wastelands. Until one morning, it rains in the sky, and the rain falls, and when it sprinkles on the earth, it stirs up a storm. The curtain of rain makes the world hazy.

"It's time to make a decision..." Su Ming looked at the rain and murmured softly.

Su Ming couldn't choose this road in the vastness, because in that vastness, he himself was not sure. As for the second way, confronting the young man in black robe, this was even more of a gamble for Su Ming, with almost no chance of winning.

There was only a third way, but this way... Su Ming had no right to decide.