Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 2: The Wind Rises and the Sky Cold Chapter 327: Deserter

Volume 2 Chapter 327: Deserter

For the old man in front of him, although Su Ming could not detect the slightest fluctuation in his cultivation, and it was as if he could be extinguished like a candle if a strong wind swept him away, but Su Ming's heart was full of respect. ""

He respected this old man, not because Tian Xiezi had to sit across from him silently when facing him.

He respected the old man not because of his mystery, but because Tian Xiezi also changed his clothes in front of him.

Su Ming respected this old man for only one reason. He repaired the ordinary bone xun for him. This xun carried Su Ming's memory. Repairing it was like a favor to Su Ming.

He thanked the old man and respected him from the bottom of his heart. This point would never change no matter how high Su Ming's cultivation was, or even if the old man was really just a mortal.

"The kindness of the elders will be remembered by the younger ones for the rest of their lives!" Su Ming cupped his fists towards the old man and bowed deeply.

The old man who made the xun had a smile on his face. He groped with his right hand on a straw mat beside him and quickly took out the bone xun belonging to Su Ming.

"Some things are not considered a favor. Since you believe that I, a blind man, can fix it and are willing to send it to my hands, it is destined to be with me, and you are also destined to be with me.

This is fate, not grace. "The old man held the bone xun in his right hand and gently rubbed it with his left hand.

"Come, sit across from me... The mutilation of this xun, its trauma is not the point. The point is that it has no soul. Did its previous owner disperse when the song ended while playing the xun?" the old man said softly. .

Su Ming was silent and sat cross-legged in front of the old man. Looking at the bone xun in the old man's hand, Su Ming's eyes flashed with sadness.

"It should be..." The old man sighed.

"What was lost was not only the life of its previous owner, but also the soul of this xun, which made it unwilling to make a sound again. This was the focus of its damage. ("")" The old man raised his hand and The bones are passed forward.

Only at this time could Su Ming see from the details that the old man was indeed blind.

"It...can it make a sound now?" Su Ming took the bone xun. The cracks on the object before had now turned into blood lines. It looked like it had been mended, and it weighed a lot more. It's small, and it's heavy in the hand.

"I can only repair its external injuries. As for its soul's unwillingness to bend again, this matter cannot be changed by my power. The only one who can change it is you." The old man said softly.

"I have always believed that the Xun has a soul, and its voice sobs... If the Xun has no soul, how can it carry people's emotions, how can it make a sound that makes people immersed in it.

However, some people can feel Xun's soul, while others cannot. "The old man looked at Su Ming with his eyes, but the lack of concentration in his eyes gave people the impression that the world he saw was different from others.

"The Xun has a soul..." Su Ming murmured. He thought of the many lonely nights when he held the Xun and silently played the Xun music that only he could hear. The sadness of the music was like the falling moonlight. , making Su Ming count his memories again and again.

"The soul of this xun is already dead... That kind of death is ethereal and unexplainable, but the first time I saw it, I knew that its soul was no longer there.

If you want it to make a sound again, to make the sound that belongs to you and the kind of sound you want to hear, you need to add a new soul to it...! "The old man's voice was full of vicissitudes of life, echoing in the house. From time to time, the laughter of children playing could be heard outside, which seemed to be close yet distant, making people feel as if they were listening.

"How can we do this?" Su Ming raised his head and looked at the old man.

"Forget it." The old man was silent for a moment and then closed his eyes.

Su Ming looked at the xun in his hand and was stunned for a long time. He stood up and bowed deeply to the old man. When he turned around and was about to leave, he paused.

"Senior, the land of Nanchen is prone to disasters, especially the location of this tribe, which is not far from Tianlan City... If possible, it is better to move to the central part. A hundred years of war may not be the same as before. ("" 7*" Su Ming said softly, opened the door of the house and walked out.

The moment he stepped half-foot out of the house, the old man's vicissitudes of voice came from behind him.

"There is no relatively safe place in this world. Similarly, there is no relatively dangerous place. When flowers and plants take root, does it have a choice?"

Su Ming paused for a moment. The content contained in these words sounded vague to him. In silence, Su Ming walked out of the house and out of the small tribe.

Looking at the clear sky, Su Ming's expression became complicated, but his heart was firm. He knew that what he would face next would be a disaster that had never happened in Nanchen. He also knew that in this In a disaster, countless people may die.

He can choose to escape, find a place to retreat, wait for the disaster to come, and maybe escape the crisis. But he can also not escape, but become stronger under the baptism of this natural disaster!

Normal practice will slow down in less than ten years. If you want to live better and become stronger, you must have a fearless heart.

If there is no luck, fight against luck; if there is no opportunity, fight for opportunities; if there is a bottleneck in your cultivation, use blood to solve it; if there is a crisis in your life, use the madness between life and death to get out of your own way. road.

"There is no relatively safe place in this world, and there is no relatively dangerous place..." Su Ming murmured, walking farther and farther, his steps becoming more and more determined.

Su Ming just walked like this. He didn't use his speed, or even use any cultivation power in his body, including his Qi and blood. He just relied on his body to walk in this mountainous land like a mortal. In this jungle.

Walk towards Tianlan City.

His goal is Tianlan City, but the goal in his heart is Wushan. Even though he is walking on this road, what comes to his mind is still Wushan.

Walking on the way home, walking in his memory, it's like searching.

The ups and downs of the mountains, the humidity and swamps in the jungle did not make Su Ming pause for too long, and three days passed as he walked.

It was a three-day journey. In fact, if Su Ming used his speed, he could far surpass it in just a moment, but he had no choice.

At the beginning, he deliberately made himself forget about his cultivation and everything. But slowly, as he walked through the mountains, jungles, plains and other places, when he couldn't see anything else in this vast world, When the figure appeared, he gradually reached a state similar to forgetfulness.

He forgot his own cultivation, forgot that he was walking on the land of Nanchen, forgot his goals, and forgot many, many things. Until the night of the fourth day came, in that jungle, Su Ming was tired.

He leaned tiredly against a big tree, looked up at the night sky, and looked at the bright moon that was half hidden behind the many leaves. Su Ming took out the xun.

Putting the xun to his mouth, Su Ming closed his eyes and blew it gently. However, for a long time, no sound came from the jungle. However, Su Ming's expression was full of reminiscence, as if he was immersed in it. In the song of my own memory.

In this silence, at the edge of the jungle, some distance away from Su Ming, but not far away, there were three figures speeding towards Tianlan City.

These three figures moved forward extremely cautiously. The current one had his eyes closed. There was a layer of invisible ripples reverberating within a radius of several hundred feet. When the ripples hit each big tree, they would bounce back a little. Only when you touch some small beasts that exist in the jungle will a large number of them condense away.

On this person's face, you can see under the moonlight that there is a pattern of a bat tattooed on his face. That's not a barbaric pattern... it's a tattoo! !

The thorn of the Witch Clan!

Behind this person, one of the two people following him is extremely tall and looks like he contains powerful strength. The bulging muscles make this person look like a hill. Every step he takes will make the earth shake. It seemed to be trembling, but strangely, no sound was heard.

This man was carrying a huge battle ax on his shoulders. The blade of the ax was a dark reddish brown, which was the trace of dried blood.

The other person is a short and thin figure. Through the curve of her figure, it can be seen that this person is a woman. She has an ordinary appearance, a slightly dark complexion, and eyes like lightning. Among the three, this woman is the fastest. Speed ​​is the most leisurely. For such a galloping, she must slow down in order to keep the three of them in sync.

There was a poisonous fly stuck on this woman's face, making her look ugly.

The three of them were galloping and stopped in the jungle soon. The location where the three of them were at this moment was only five thousand feet away from Su Ming. However, it was obvious that the three of them had not noticed Su Ming's presence, and Su Ming , also immersed in the silent song, each other did not know that five thousand feet away, there was a clan enemy that would be life and death if the two sides met.

"This is this place. According to the agreement, we have to wait for Wu Duo for an hour. Just wait here. Ying Huan, you are the fastest. Patrol the area with a radius of ten thousand feet centered around this place to make sure it is safe.

According to the map, there are no tribes here, and the nearest tribe is some distance away. There should be no barbarians, but you should be cautious. "

"If Wu Duo doesn't come after an hour, I will leave." The woman among the three looked back at the speaker, swayed, and disappeared into the night.

"Wu Duo loves killing by nature. If he hadn't come, I would have left." The big man carrying the battle ax sat aside and gave the man with the bat tattooed on his face a cold look.

"Don't worry, the witch crystal he needs us to bring will definitely come. Once the transaction is successful, the three of us will not have wasted the death of so many people before successfully entering the barbarian tribe. Under his magic, we can transform into the barbarian tribe. People, avoid...the disaster of the Eastern Wilderness." The man with the bat thorns on his face spoke in a low voice. When he mentioned the four words of the disaster of the Eastern Wilderness, his breathing became obviously faster.

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