Volume 1: If Life Is Only Like the First Meeting. Volume 3: Famous in the Eastern Wilderness Chapter 749: If Life Is Only Like the First Meeting (Fourth Update)

A man doesn't shed tears easily.

In Su Ming's memory, he had never cried many times in his life, but today, he cried, with tears flowing down his cheeks. He looked at the broken Ninth Peak, and thought of the battle to protect him. The faces that choose to self-destruct.

There is also Bai Su and Yu Xuan.

All of this has now turned into flying smoke and been blown away by the sea breeze. He hated the Immortal Clan, hated the Daochen Sect, and also hated the remnant world of Yin Death that allowed him to become the son of Yin Death.

Su Ming stood outside the dilapidated Ninth Peak Cave, looking at the second senior brother with his eyes closed in the cave, Hu Zi sleeping soundly, and the senior senior brother covered in stone statues. Su Ming shed tears and watched silently. .

He knew that this glance might be his last. Maybe he would never be able to see his senior brother or the Ninth Peak again in this life, because he was going far away, to a place far, far away.

Because at that time, he will have no more feelings and no more pain.

Su Ming stood there. After a long time, he slowly knelt down and kowtowed nine times towards the cave.

"First Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Hu Zi... I leave it to you to find Master... Master, Su Ming is unfilial..." Su Ming shed tears and kowtowed.

After a while, when Su Ming stood up, Bald Crane silently handed Su Ming a wisp of white gauze.

It was the last thing left by Bai Su before his death. It was grabbed by Su Ming's right hand after his body collapsed and kept by the bald crane, preventing it from being blown away by the wind.

Holding the white gauze, Su Ming watched silently.

One day later, Su Ming left the Ninth Peak. Behind him, in the Nine Peaks mountain on the seabed, there was an extra tomb buried under the sea outside Su Ming's cave.

Buried in that grave. It's a wisp of white yarn. That is...Bai Su's grave.

Su Ming left, and Su Ming knew the promise of the old voice of the whirlpool of death. In this barbarian tribe, no power can disturb his senior brother.

He left, followed by Bald He, who was unwilling to let Su Ming leave alone. No matter what Su Ming did, it would silently follow him and stay by his side.

Qian Chen was on the top of the ninth peak, crying and watching Su Ming go away. He swore in his heart that he must become stronger. He must make himself stronger.

He could not forget Su Ming. It seemed miserable to not be able to forget this period of time, but now that I have lost it, I feel that I cherish the memory very much.

And now. Everything is gone.

Qian Chen cried. Sitting on the mountain peak.

Su Ming walked between heaven and earth, using all his speed. Running wildly and desperately, it took him three days, even burning his cultivation, to cross the Dead Sea and fly from the Eastern Wasteland Continent towards the Western Alliance.

He didn't have much time. Before leaving, he wanted to go to Ximeng to see if there was Wushan there, and to see if there were any old friends there.

The land of Ximeng is a piece of black soil. In the edge area, there is a mountain. This mountain is like four human fingers, standing between the sky and the earth. Under the mountain is a jungle, boundless.

This season is winter in Ximeng. The snowflakes are falling, making the jungle look like it is wearing a white wedding dress, and the earth is covered with silver. It looks like this wedding dress is like a funeral.

In the falling snow, Su Ming came here, to the hometown that he always dreamed of, Wushan.

He didn't find Lei Chen or any old friend, but he found this mountain and the beauty that existed in his memory.

Looking at Wushan, Su Ming shed tears again. He walked to Wushan and touched the rocks of the mountain. Snowflakes fell on him, making him reluctant to wipe them off. He walked through the jungle at the foot of the mountain, stepping on them. Covered in snow, this road was the beautiful circle he took when he was carrying Bai Ling on his back.

Until he reached the place where the Wushan tribe was supposed to be, there was... no tribe.

Perhaps, many, many years ago, there once existed a tribe here, and her name was Wushan tribe. But now, in Su Ming's eyes, this place is a piece of white snow and dry jungle.

Here, Su Ming stood silently, and time passed by for a long time...

The bald crane stood aside, looking around and keeping company silently.

The sun set, the sun rose, snowflakes fell all night, Su Ming stood all night, he looked at the jungle, looked at the snow, he suddenly took a few steps forward, knelt on the ground, and used his hands to dig open the He went to dig up the snow on the ground. He was like crazy and kept digging with his hands. Gradually, his hands were bloody and bloody, but he didn't seem to know the pain and continued.

Until a deep pit was dug by Su Ming. In that deep pit, he dug out some abandoned objects buried in the ground. They were some stone tools, some pots and bowls, and some odds and ends that exuded the smell of decay.

Looking at these, Su Ming's tears fell on them. He was familiar with those items, and those belonged to... Wushan.

Su Ming didn't know how he left Wushan and the jungle. He walked aimlessly and bitterly. When he walked out of the jungle, bursts of misty smoke appeared in front of him. It was a small tribe.

This is a small tribe that took root and multiplied here at some time. Su Ming looked at the smoke and slowly walked towards the tribe. There were bursts of cheerful music and the happy laughter of the children. As Su Ming approached, the news gradually reached his ears.

As he watched, Su Ming seemed to see Wu Shanbei, until finally in the wind and snow, Su Ming lowered his head, with a hint of melancholy, he turned and walked away, a mask appeared in his right hand, The black mask exuded a faint light, which was particularly bright in the snow.

Just when Su Ming was about to put the mask on his face, his steps suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked towards the jungle in the distance. On the snow in the jungle, there was a young man and woman standing there. quarrel.

"You once said that you would always be with me. You once said that this is a promise..." It was a woman's voice. The woman looked at the young man in front of her and cried.

"I said...but..." The young man was silent, and after a long time he spoke bitterly.

"No but, I know you still love me, why do you have to leave? We once swore an oath in the wind and snow, and we will walk all the way to the end of the snow. In that snow, we are all old, but this time A snowfall, do we have to separate? What about our agreement..." The woman shed tears, her voice wavering in the wind and snow.

The young man lowered his head bitterly. He had his own reasons.

Su Ming looked at the young man and woman, and listening to their words, a woman full of wild beauty appeared in front of his eyes. The woman was Bai Ling, and she looked like Bai Su.

"Can we walk to the end of the road in the wind and snow..."

"This is an agreement."

Su Ming closed his eyes. The moment he closed his eyes, his mind and soul dispersed...

The young man in the jungle trembled. When he raised his head, his eyes showed softness. His soft eyes made the tearful woman opposite him stop crying.

The young man smiled softly, walked to the woman, took off the bone tooth hanging around his neck, and took off the earring from the woman's left ear.

"We can walk to Baitou in the wind and snow, and we can also walk outside the wind and snow. This is a promise!"

The woman hugged the young man and cried with joy.

At this moment, Su Ming opened his eyes in the distance. He did not look back, but continued to walk towards the distance, facing the wind and snow. He raised his right hand and slowly put on the mask. On the face.

The moment the mask was put on his face, Su Ming's body no longer had any warmth, and was replaced by coldness and ruthlessness, becoming a cold that even the wind and snow could not melt.

He walked away step by step in the wind and snow. From then on, there was no more love and no more pain. He... was no longer him.

Like a painting in the wind and snow, the name of the painting is, if life is just like the first time you see it.

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