Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 3 Famous in the Eastern Wilds Chapter 688 Jiazi

It turns out that everything was a dream.

It’s just that the world in the dream is so real, the ninth peak of Nanchen is so warm, and the care from Senior Brother Huzi, Second Senior Brother and First Senior Brother, every time I think of it, it makes people feel warm. , there is a kind of indescribable longing.

It turns out that these are all dreams...

He was not involved in the Void Cave in Wushan Mountain, nor did his grandfather disappear, and he had never been there... There was no master named Tian Xiezi in Nanchen.

It turns out that this is really a dream...

I have not worshiped the Tianhan Sect, nor have I been to the Nine Yin Realm, nor have I seen any people from the Wu Clan, nor the disasters in the East Wilderness, nor the scenes of grudges against the people of Ditian.

He had no cultivation and finally reached the Great Perfection of the Barbarian Soul and became... a Barbarian God.

"This dream is so long..." Su Ming murmured, sitting on a dry tree in the area given to the Wushan tribe by the Fengzhen tribe. He sat there and looked into the distance, the wind on the horizon. The snow blew on his body with a whimper, making him feel a little cold subconsciously.

"In the dream, I saw those familiar people, Beiling, Chenxin, Wula, etc... the fairy clan, the witch clan, the barbarian clan, the old man who cultivated Xun, and the land of death." Su Ming sighed softly.

"Is this really... a dream?" Su Ming raised his head and looked at the flying snow in the sky, confusion appearing in his eyes.

Behind Su Ming is a tribe that is no longer complete. Those tribesmen who migrated from Wushan have lost their relatives and homes, and can only become tributaries of Fengzhen within the scope of the Fengzhen tribe.

Grandpa was severely injured and has been in a coma.

Lei Chen left. I don’t know where I went, maybe I will come back one day, maybe...

Wula died, Nansong died, many tribesmen have become corpses, and bursts of sadness permeated the entire tribe. It's so heavy that it feels like your breathing is frozen.

Shan Hen also died, died in his own hands, and Su Ming lowered his head. Looking at his hands, he fell silent.

In the tribe behind him, there is a little girl named Tongtong. He had been huddled in a corner, holding a broken doll, crying.

"Su Ming, it's time to start." In Su Ming's silence, a deep voice came from beside him. The voice came from Beiling. Beiling's face was pale. He walked over step by step and stood in front of Su Ming. Under the big tree.

Su Ming looked at Beiling. In his dream, this person was an immortal. It was a person named Daye Xianzong, a disciple of Di Tian, ​​but... it was just a dream after all, wasn't it...

Su Ming shook his head and jumped down from the big tree.

A funeral to honor the souls of Wushan. In this tribe, amid the sadness and silent cries of all the tribesmen, the burning flames danced with strange twists, and within the flames were neatly placed... corpses of the Wushan tribe. . Those were the remains of all the people who had died for the tribe that could be found.

Most of these corpses were mutilated and rarely appeared complete. The flames burned on their bodies. In this midwinter wind and snow, all the Wushan tribesmen around them knelt on the ground silently one by one.

Looking at the light and dark in the burning flames and hearing the sound of crackling, the silent crying of the tribesmen around him became suppressed, making the surrounding area even colder.

In the flames, Su Ming saw Wula, saw many familiar faces, saw many, many.

Late at night on the third day after the funeral, Su Ming stood in the tribe, looking at the snow in the sky and the dark earth reflected in the snowflakes in the distance. He saw the figure of a woman standing there. , as if waiting for myself silently.

That's Bai Ling.

The wind and snow were very strong, and the world seemed to be fragmented and unable to be reunited. In the snow, Su Ming walked towards Bai Ling and stood with her, silently, without speaking to each other.

Bai Ling was dressed in white mink fur, with snow on her black hair. Her beautiful face was particularly beautiful in the wind and snow, but the concern and sadness in her eyes made her look at Su Ming in a daze, and her eyes gradually shed tears. cried.

"I'm leaving... to a very far away place. It was my parents who sent the message and asked someone to pick me up..."

Bai Ling bit her lower lip and looked at Su Ming.

"Come with me." Bai Ling said softly.

Su Ming felt bitter in his heart. He had lost many members of his tribe. He had lost too much. He couldn't leave. It was even harder for him to keep Bai Ling. He... didn't know why he had come to keep Bai Ling so that she wouldn't be able to leave. Go meet her parents.

"Take care of yourself along the way." Su Ming was silent for a long time and then spoke bitterly.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ling walked up to Su Ming and gently hugged his body. A face with cold lips and a face that Su Ming could not forget replaced his world.

Those lips were cold, but there was warmth in the coldness and the bitterness of tears, which merged together to form a... parting kiss.

"Our agreement is still there. It is not seven days, not seven years, but a lifetime... Su Ming, I will wait for you, all the time, all the time..." Bai Ling turned around and ran towards the distance, tears in the wind You couldn't see where it fell in the snow, but a drop seemed to fall on Su Ming's face.

The same coldness, I couldn't tell whether it was tears or snow.

Su Ming stood there until he vaguely saw two tall figures beside Bai Ling in the distance, leading Bai Ling away as if they were guarding him.

Su Ming couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart, and he was silent for a long, long time.

Half a month after Bai Ling left, Grandpa regained consciousness.

Regarding what happened in the battle with Black Mountain Barbarian, Grandpa did not say anything, and Su Ming did not talk to anyone about it. The death of Black Mountain Barbarian Duke gradually became a thing of the past as time went by.

Su Ming could feel that his personality had changed. He was no longer lively, but had become accustomed to silence. The joy of the tribe had disappeared, and the sadness of losing relatives and friends made everyone in the tribe choose silence.

He began to practice all day and all night, and began to continuously refine medicine stones to improve his cultivation. But from time to time, he would open his eyes while meditating late at night and recall the dream.

Time flies, and it’s ten years.

Ten years can change a lot. As children grow up and as time goes by, the sadness of ten years ago has become very faint. Only during the annual sacrifices, people will think of the misery of ten years ago. .

The Wushan tribe has completely become a subsidiary of Fengzhen, because grandpa... has lost his cultivation and has become an old man with a waning moon.

During these ten years, Su Ming accompanied his grandpa. In the winter of the tenth year, in an icy late night, the cold wind outside whimpered and blew against the leather tent, causing the lights in the tent to shake. Grandpa was lying there, At this time, he was already extremely old. He looked at Su Ming and the grown-up young man in front of him.

"Grandpa can no longer walk with you... Lasu, don't be sad, this day will come eventually... Remember what grandpa has said to you over the years, remember... Jieman Mountain... you must go When looking for Jieman Mountain, you must find this mountain.

Grandpa doesn't know exactly where this mountain is. I only know that it... is in your heart. Find this mountain and you will find everything you want there. "

These were the last words Grandpa said to Su Ming before he died.

Grandpa, return to the ruins...

On the third day after Grandpa's death, Su Ming's cultivation reached Kaichen, and he became the second person in the tribe to do so. The first one was Beiling.

The existence of two Kaichen realms allowed the Wushan tribe to occupy a very high position among the Fengzhen tribe, causing the Wushan tribe to start a migration... back to their hometown.

Even the Fengzhen tribe will not stop such migration, because the Wushan tribe now has such qualifications.

It was a homecoming after ten years. When the entire Wushan tribe returned to the ruins of Wushan ten years ago, many old people knelt on that land with tears in their eyes. The sound of crying echoed around.

Wushan is no longer what it was back then, with only four peaks. The tribes at the foot of Wushan, during the reconstruction process ten years later, are slowly reappearing the outlines of their past.

This is home, the home of the Wushan tribe, and the soul of the Wushan tribe.

The years pass by slowly in this silence, with spring, summer, autumn and winter. The wedding of Beiling and Chen Xin was held in the autumn at the foot of Wushan Mountain. The wedding was very grand because one was the clan leader of Wushan and the other was the daughter of the previous generation clan leader.

Beiling became the clan leader of Wushan the moment he entered Kaichen.

Many people were intoxicated by the joy and laughter of this wedding after the clan members returned to their hometown. Su Ming stood silently in the distance, watching the clan members dance outside the bonfire late at night, and heard happy songs in his ears. Seeing the happy smile on Chen Xin's face, and seeing the majestic erectness of a clan leader under Beiling's handsome appearance, he drank in silence.

He thought of Bai Ling.

It has been seventeen years since Bai Ling left.

Su Ming still remembered the cold kiss when Bai Ling left seventeen years ago, and he still remembered the promise.

I still remember that he only remembered it by chance now, the dream in his mind when he woke up seventeen years ago. It was a very, very long dream.

That night, Su Ming was drunk. His seventeen years of silence and reluctance to talk gave him a very high dignity in the Wushan tribe. Especially after he became the Wushan Barbarian Duke, his His majesty made all the tribesmen dare not say more words in front of him.

Drunk and holding a wine bottle, Su Ming looked at Beiling and Chen Xin, turned and walked towards his tent, and started practicing. Outside his tent, squatting was an old fire monkey, it was Xiao Hong.

The passage of time, the farewells of birth, old age, illness and death, gradually followed the falling leaves, drawing growth rings, one circle after another, representing each year.

Another thirty years have passed. (To be continued)

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