Pursuit of the Truth

Chapter 327: deserter

The second gust of wind from the cold 327th deserter

For the old man in front of him, Su Ming did not realize that there was any slight fluctuation in his body, even if the wind was swept away like a candle, but Su Ming’s heart was full of respect. ""

He respects the old man, not because of the evil spirits, he is also sitting silently on the opposite side.

He respects this old man, not because of its mystery, because the evil spirits must also change their clothes in front of them.

Su Ming respects this old man. For one reason, he repaired the ordinary bones for him. This 埙 carries the memory of Su Ming and repairs it. For Su Ming, it is graceful.

He thanked the old man, and therefore from the heart of respect, this point, even if Su Ming's cultivation is higher, even if this old man is really just a mortal, it will never change.

"The grace of the resurrection of the predecessors, the younger generation will remember forever!" Su Ming clung to the old man and worshipped deeply.

The rumored old man had a smile on his face, his right hand groping on a straw mat beside him, and quickly took out the bones belonging to Su Ming from the inside.

"Some things are not acceptable. You believe that my nephew can fix it. I will send it to my hand. It will have a relationship with me. You also have a relationship with me."

This is fate, not grace. "The old man holds the skeleton in his right hand, and his left hand is gently rubbing on it."

"Come on, sitting across from me... The flaws of this shackle, its trauma is not the focus, the point is that it has no soul, its former owner, is it in the end of the song, the song is finally broken?" The old man whispered .

Su Ming was silent, sitting cross-legged in front of the old man, looking at the bones in the hands of the old man, Su Ming’s eyes flashed a sorrow.

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

"That is not only the life of the owner before it, but also the soul of this shackle, which makes it reluctant to make a sound again. This is the focus of its damage. ("") The old man raised his hand and will The bones are handed forward.

Only at this time, Su Ming can see from the details that the old man is indeed a blind man.

"It... can you make a sound now?" Su Ming took over the bones. There was a crack in the object. Now it has turned into a blood line. It looks like a patchwork, and it has more weight. Less, in the hands of heavy.

"I can only repair its trauma, as its soul does not want to re-song, this matter, the power of non-self can change, only you can change." The old man whispered.

"I always thought that there is a soul, and its voice is sobbing... If there is no soul, why should it carry people's minds, why make a voice, let people be immersed.

However, some people can feel the soul of the beggar, while others can not. The old man looked at Su Ming with his eyes, but the godlessness in his eyes gave people the feeling that the world he saw was different from others.

"There is a soul..." Su Ming murmured. He thought of holding a sly in a few lonely nights, silently blowing out the distortion that only he could hear. The sorrow of the music, such as the moonlight Let Su Ming count the memories again and again.

"The soul of this cockroach is dead... The death is ethereal and unexplained, but when I first saw it, I knew that its soul is no longer.

If you want it to re-sound, send out the kind of sound that belongs to you and what you want to hear, you need to add a new soul to it... "The voice of the old man with vicissitudes of life, echoing in this house, and sometimes the laughter of children playing outside, like the distance, let people listen and listen, there is awkwardness.

"How can I do this?" Su Ming looked up and looked at the old man.

"Forget it." The old man closed his eyes after a moment of silence.

Su Ming looked at the cockroach in his hand, and for a long time, he got up and bowed deeply to the old man. When he turned and left, he stepped forward.

"Predecessors, the south of the land is more disaster-ridden, especially the location of this tribe, it is not far from the city of Tianzhu... If possible, move to the middle, the battle of a hundred years may not be as it used to be." 7*” Su Ming whispered, picked up the door of the house and went out.

At the moment when half of his feet stepped out of the house, the sound of the old man’s vicissitudes came from behind him.

"There is no relatively safe place in the world. Similarly, there is no relatively dangerous place. Flowers and plants take root. Does it have a choice?"

Su Ming paused. The content contained in this sentence seemed to him to understand and understand. In silence, Su Ming walked out of the house and walked out of this small tribe.

Looking at the clear sky, Su Ming looks complicated, but his heart is firm. He knows that he will face the disaster that has never happened in the morning. He also knows that here. Under the disaster, there may be countless people dying.

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

Normal practice, in less than a decade, will be slow, want to live better, and want to be stronger, then you must have a fearless heart.

If there is no creation, then the battle will be made. If it is inorganic, it will kill the opportunity. If it is repaired as a bottleneck, then it will be solved with blood. If life is in crisis, use the madness between life and death to come out and live for yourself. road.

"There is no relatively safe place in this world, and there is no relatively dangerous place..." Su Ming muttered, and the farther and farther he went, the more step-by-step.

Su Ming walked like this. He didn't go to speed. He didn't even work in the body. He didn't turn the blood, but he didn't turn his blood. He just walked in this mountainous area with his body, like a mortal. In this jungle.

Go in the direction of Tianzhu City and walk.

His goal is Tianzhu City, but the goal in his heart is Wushan. This road, although he is walking, but his mind is still in Wu'an.

Walking on the way home, walking in his memory, like to pursue.

The ups and downs of the mountains, the dampness and the swamps in the jungle did not stop Su Ming for too long, and the time spent on him for three days.

The three-day journey, in fact, Su Ming if he is expanding his speed, it can be far more than a moment, but he has no choice.

At the beginning, he deliberately let himself forget about cultivation, forget everything, but slowly, as he walked through the mountains and plains, when he could not see other in this vast world. When he was in the shadow, he gradually made a state similar to forgetting.

I forgot my own cultivation, forgot to walk on the land of Nanchen, forgot my goal, and forgot a lot, until the night of the fourth day, in the jungle, Su Ming was tired.

He leaned against a big tree, looked up at the night sky, and looked at the back of many leaves, half-covered and hidden, and Su Ming took out the shackles.

Putting this cockroach on his lips, Su Ming closed his eyes and gently blew it up. For a long time, there was no sound in the jungle, and Su Ming there, his look with recollection, like immersion In the distortion of my memory.

In this silent, the edge of the jungle, some distance from Su Ming, but not far away, at this moment three figures are galloping from the direction of Tianzhu City.

These three figures are extremely cautious. At present, one person has his eyes closed, and within a few hundred squares around him, there is an invisible ripple that echoes. After the ripples hit a big tree, they will bounce back. When you touch some little beasts that exist in the jungle, you will gather a lot.

On this person's face, you can see under the moonlight, its face is piercing with a bat pattern, it is not a rough pattern... that is a spur! !

The spur of the witches!

Behind this person, one of the two men who followed was extremely burly, and it seemed to contain a powerful force. The high-pitched muscles made this person like a hill. Every step he took would make the earth It seems to be shaking, but the strange thing is that there is no sound coming out.

There was a huge battle axe on the shoulder of the man, and the axe had a dark red brown color, which was the trace of blood drying.

The other person is a short, thin figure. Through the curve of his posture, it can be seen that this person is a woman, whose appearance is ordinary, his face is slightly black, his eyes are like electricity, and the three are among the women. The speed is the most calm, like this gallop for her, we must slow down, in order to keep the three synchronized.

On the woman's face, a poisonous fly was stabbed, making her look ugly.

During the short time, the three people paused in this jungle. At the moment, the location of the three people was only five thousand feet away from Su Ming, but obviously, the three people did not notice the existence of Su Ming, and Su Ming They are also immersed in the silent distortions. They don’t know each other. In these five thousand feet, there are ethnic rivals who are born and dead once they meet.

"This is the place. According to the agreement, we have to wait for an hour, waiting here, phoenix, you are the fastest, patrol the area with the center as the center, to determine whether it is safe.

According to the map, there is no tribe here. The nearest tribe has some distance. There should be no barbarians, but be cautious. ”

"If more than one hour later, I will leave." The woman among the three men looked back at the man who spoke, and the body disappeared and disappeared into the night.

"A lot of sorrows, if he doesn't come, I will leave." The big man with the tomahawk, sat aside, cold-eyed and looked at the man with a bat on his face.

"Do not worry, he needs us to bring Wu Jing, will come soon, once the transaction is successful, the three of us will not die for so many people, only to successfully enter the barbarian, under his technique, we can become a barbarian People, avoid ... the disaster of the East." The face of the bat spurs the person, low opening, when talking about the four words of the East, he breathed significantly.

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