Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 6 Three Desolations Chapter 1358 Home... Is Not Far Away (Third Update)

-Lan left. Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Xu Hui and Yu Xuan had all boarded Ming's boat and gone to the other side of the Wangchuan River. Su Ming's coming and going on the Wangchuan River was like a cycle of reincarnation. Another circle.

Years passed, and without even realizing it, a lot of spring and autumn passed away in the memory. Su Ming's appearance was no longer middle-aged, but had gray hair, and he became an old man.

Looking from a distance, perhaps the figure in the setting sun has become the coir raincoat in the lonely boat.

During the time when a person sat cross-legged outside the wooden house silently, a period of sixty years passed like this. From the beginning to the end, Su Ming did not step into the wooden house, as if the threshold of the wooden house was a line between heaven and earth. On the other side of the ravine is the awakening of everything, and on this side of the ravine are the lights of thousands of houses when Su Ming once sat cross-legged in meditation and gazed at the candlelight.

This year's winter came very early. Snowflakes fell and covered the earth. From a distance, we could no longer forget the green. There was a coldness that seemed to freeze everything, but the never-ending Wangchuan River. , it’s the fireworks that can’t be frozen by this cold...

On the other side of the river, looking across the River of Forgetfulness, it seems that there is still spring in full bloom, singing to outsiders who are still and dimly watching the beauty and brilliance of the flowers.

A river separates reincarnation, the world, and everyone between you and me...

The cold wind was howling, and snow was flying in the sky. On an afternoon when I looked up and saw the sky and the earth covered with snowflakes, the sound of horse hooves came roaring. Judging from the sound of the horse's hooves, it was not one person, but a team...

When I looked, in the wind and snow in the distance, there were nearly 100,000 people wearing armor and riding war horses, roaring forward. In front of me was a person riding a maroon horse, wearing golden armor, with a scarlet cloak flying. On top of the fur shirt, the horse's four hooves are also studded with iron nails to prevent them from slipping, making the sound of the horse's hoofs mixed, not crisp, but somewhat muffled and whirling.

There was no other sound among the 100,000 people except the sound of horse hooves. Everyone on the horse silently followed the man in the scarlet cloak. It seemed that they could follow him through mountains and across a whole world. world, through this life and the next.

This is a big army, an army that exists in this world of living beings, especially the big tiger-like man at the front, whose eyes are like copper bells. When he stares, he is not angry and intimidating, which is enough for the timid to watch. After arriving, my heart was shaking and I dared not look at each other.

This was obviously a general in the army. He was filled with evil spirits. He was holding the horse rope in his left hand and carrying a wine bottle in his right hand. He kept drinking wine as he moved forward, but the evaporation of the alcohol did not make him appear drunk. , On the contrary, it made the evil spirit even stronger. There was a faint aura of heroism permeating the air. The white breath in the breath seemed to merge with the breath exhaled by the horse when it ran. At first glance, the one hundred thousand army seemed to be wearing a coat. A layer of white sand.

Especially the big man, when everyone looks at him, they can't help but keep the appearance of this big man deeply in their mind.

The sound of horse hooves gradually disappeared in front of Su Ming's wooden house. Su Ming raised his head and looked at the endless army, looking at the faces of each of the 100,000 people. Finally, his eyes fell on the big man at the front. face.

The tiger-like man didn't look too drunk after taking a sip of wine, but his eyes showed a fierce light as he glared at Su Ming.

Su Ming was also looking at him. When the two looked at each other, the tiger-like man picked up the wine bottle and took another big sip. His breath turned into white air and he shouted loudly.

"Why does this boatman look so familiar to you? Could it be that I have met your Grandpa Tiger before? Have you ever seen Grandpa Tiger?" The big man's voice was like a torrent, like thunder, echoing around, and the people under him were The horses were shaken and trembled a few times. It seemed that they were not carrying a person, but a real tiger.

Su Ming smiled, and his smile was very happy. He finally saw Hu Zi, and saw the 100,000 Ninth Front disciples led by Hu Zi. These disciples had followed Hu Zi to conquer the starry sky, and swept across all directions with him, and decided to choose the Ninth Front. Obviously the senior brother will not pay attention to which disciples have the right to go to the other side, but the second senior brother gave this right to Hu Zi.

Even though Su Ming had told Hu Zi what Tian Xiezi said, and even though Hu Zi had come to understand it clearly, in this life, he still chose to accompany these Ninth Front disciples until eternity, until they step into the world together. the other side.

Now, here he is.

"Of course I know you, you are my junior brother." Su Ming spoke softly, stood up, and walked onto the boat. When he looked back at Huzi, he nodded with a smile.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time. The senior brother is there, and the second senior brother is also there, waiting for you..."

Su Ming's voice echoed in the cold winter, and fell into the ears of the tiger-like man. The man was startled, and his expression gradually showed confusion, as if the memories of the past and present were overlapping at this moment, and the right hand holding the wine bottle couldn't stop. The consciousness loosened, and the wine pot fell to the ground... The porcelain pot shattered, and the wine inside was scattered...···

The scattered wine seemed to have turned into a hundred thousand drops and melted into the ice and snow on the ground...

The big man shook his head violently, and grabbed his right hand downwards. The broken wine bottle seemed to have been distorted by the years. The wine melted into the ice and snow reappeared, and finally turned into a complete wine bottle, and fell into the hands of the big man again. , the one hundred thousand soldiers behind him became nothingness and dissipated.

With a certain understanding on his face, he dismounted his horse, carried a pot and stepped into Su Ming's boat, sitting on the bow. !

One moment I was still on the shore, and the next moment I had passed the River of Forgetfulness. When I reached the other shore, the people on the bow seemed to be immersed in reincarnation. They were still sitting there in a daze, holding a wine bottle, looking back at the ferry at the stern.

"Junior brother..." When the murmuring voice came out of the big man's mouth, the sound of raindrops falling on the wood of the boat echoed. Those were not raindrops, but Huzi's tears.

Su Ming raised his hat-covered head and looked at Huzi with a smile on his face. The smile was full of blessings, which made the cold winter no longer cold, and made the River of Forgetfulness seem to have become the Milky Way.

"There is a senior brother there, there is a second senior brother, but you are not there..." Huzi looked at Su Ming blankly, vaguely seeming to hear a sentence coming from the ear, whether it was from the present or the past.

"Huzi, don't cry..."

The lone boat finally left. The empty bow seemed to reflect the desolation at the stern. On the other side, Hu Zi's figure stared at the lone boat in the distance, vaguely...seemingly in Su Ming's eyes. Beside him, the figures of the second senior brother and the first senior brother also appeared, looking at Wangchuan with him, as if they were trying to retain with their eyes... the former ninth frontman.

Another ten years passed.

A literary scholar walked in the spring with a bookcase on his back. The scroll in his hand seemed to contain the eternal words of heaven and earth. In the sunshine of an afternoon, he walked outside the wooden house and walked next to Su Ming.

"The fortune teller said that I have lost another soul in my life, and asked me to walk along the east, through the mountains, rivers and plains through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and I will see a river, a wooden house, and a house that can give me life. The ferryman of another soul...···

Is it you? "

Su Ming raised his head. The bamboo hat blocked the sunlight, making his face blurred by the vicissitudes of life. He looked at the Vincent in front of him and the book in Vincent's hand, with a gentle smile on his face.

This was Chang He. Su Ming had promised him that he would resurrect his wife. This promise, Su Ming had not forgotten, was a cause. But at this moment... what Chang He's words required was a result.

"It's me." Su Ming said softly.

"Then where is the other soul in my life?" Vincent looked at Su Ming and asked.

"In your hands." Su Ming closed his eyes and said gently when he opened them after a long time.

Na Wensheng was stunned and looked down at his hand. He only had the scroll in his hand. As if he had some understanding, he opened the scroll and looked at it... the words on the scroll disappeared and turned into a piece of paper. painting.

There was a lifelike woman in the picture, looking at him with a smile as she had for thousands of years, as if she had been waiting to appear in Changhe's eyes.

"But this... is just a painting." Vincent was silent for a moment, then looked up at Su Ming.

"Look at that side of the river." Su Ming stood up with a smile and walked to the stern of the boat.

Vincent's eyes followed Su Ming and looked at the other side of the Wangchuan River. He vaguely seemed to see a woman's figure there, staring here.

As he watched, Vincent's gaze turned into a smile from his previous life, and he got on the boat. As the boat moved forward in the Wangchuan River, the figure became clearer and clearer, getting closer and closer until it reached the shore. He stepped off the boat and looked at the woman. The two looked at each other for a long time. When they turned back together, they could no longer see Su Ming's lone boat on the Wangchuan River.

Unknowingly, half of the second period of time has passed, and in the autumn of another year, an old man walked outside Su Ming's wooden house.

The old man was wearing a long linen gown, with white hair swaying in the autumn wind. There were many wrinkles on his face, but every wrinkle seemed to contain vicissitudes of life. He walked to the Wangchuan River, looked at the river, and turned his head for a long time. Looking under the wooden house, Su Ming had already stood up.

"Years ago, a Vincent came to me. I asked him to go all the way east, through the mountains, through the forests, and after walking through the plains, he could see a wooden house. Under the wooden house was a person, the person he wanted to find." The old man looked at Su Ming with a kind face.

Su Ming looked at the old man, with an expression that was rare in him, like a younger person seeing an elder.

"Grandpa..."

"Let's go, take me across this river." The old man's expression became more kind, and when he looked at Su Ming, his eyes showed relief and reluctance, but he did not say this reluctance, but sat on the bow of the boat.

The sun sets, night falls, stars appear in the sky, and the ship reaches the other shore.

"Remember this sky." Grandpa looked back at Su Ming and spoke softly with meaning.

"Because that is the night sky that guides you home... Whenever you can't find your way home, you can raise your head. If you can see the stars in the night sky, you will know that home... It's not far away, your family...are waiting for you."

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