Beseech The Devil

    It turns out that everything is a dream.

    It’s just that the world of dreams is so real. The Ninth Peak of Southern Dawn is so warm. It comes from the care of Hu Zi Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother and First Senior Brother. Every time I think about it, it will make people warm. Warm, there is a kind of thought that can't be described.

    It turned out that these are dreams…

    I have not been involved in Wushan's virtual hole, grandfather has not disappeared, I have never been to…Southern Dawn, there is no such a teacher called Tian Xie Zi.

    It turned out that this is really a dream…

    I didn't go to Sky Cold Sect, I didn't go to Nine Yin World, I didn't see anyone from Shaman Clan, and Calamity of Eastern Wasteland, and the scene of the Heavenly Emperor.

    I didn’t have a Culture and I finally reached the Barbarian Soul Great Perfection and became…Barbarian God.

    "This dream is so long and long…"Su Ming murmured, sitting on a dry tree in the area where the Fengzhen Tribe gave the Wushan Tribe. He sat there and looked out into the distance. The snow in the sky was sobbing and blowing on his body, making him subconscious. It feels a bit cold.

    "In the dream, I saw those familiar people, Bei Ling, Chen Xin, Wu La, etc…Immortal Clan, Shaman Clan, Barbarian Clan, the old man who was repaired, and the Land of Dying Yin. ”Su Ming sighs.

    There reallyDream? ”Su Ming looked up and looked at the snow in the sky, his eyes showing confusion.

    Behind Su Ming's is a tribe that is no longer complete. The tribesmen who migrated from Wushan lost their loved ones and lost their homes. They can only become affiliates of Fengzhen within the scope of this Fengzhen Tribe.

    Grandfather suffered a heavy injury and has been in a coma.

    Lei Chen left. I don't know where to go, maybe one day will come back, maybe…

    Wu La died, Nansong died, and many tribesmen have become corpses, and grief is filled throughout the tribe. The heavy ones seem to breathe a little.

    Shan Hen also died, and died in his own hands, Su Ming bowed his head. Look at your hands and silence.

    Inside the tribe behind him, the little girl named Tong Tong. I kept shrinking in the corner, holding a broken doll and shed tears.

    "Su Ming, I want to get started."In the silence of Su Ming, a low voice came from his side. The voice came from Bei Ling, and the Bei Ling complexion was pale. Step by step, standing under Su Ming and squatting under the big tree.

    Su Ming looks at Bei Ling, his dream is Immortal Clan. It is a man named Great Leaf Immortal Sect, a disciple of Heavenly Emperor, but…That is a dream after all, isn't it…

    Su Ming shook his head and leaped from the big tree.

    A funeral to sacrifice the soul of Wushan. In this tribe, in the sorrow and silent crying of all the tribesmen, the burning flame, swaying strange twists, is neatly placed in the flame…A body with a Wushan Tribe. That is the body of all who can find the tribe to die.

    Most of these bodies were incomplete, rarely complete, and the flames burned on them. In the midst of the winter snow, all the surrounding Wushan tribesmen were silently on the ground.

    Looking at the light and darkness of the burning flame, listening to the sound of the blasphemy, the silent crying around the tribesmen became oppressive, making the four weeks more cold.

    In the flame, Su Ming saw Wu La and saw many familiar faces, and saw a lot, a lot.

    At the end of the third day of the funeral, Su Ming stood in the tribe and looked at the snow of the sky. Looking at the far-off snow that was not reflected in the snow, he saw a figure of a woman standing there. I seem to be waiting for myself silently.

    That is Bai Ling.

    The wind and snow are very large, and the world is fragmented and can't be reunited. In the snow, Su Ming walks to Bai Ling, stands with her, silently, and does not speak to each other.

    Bai Ling, wearing a white mane, black hair on the beautiful hair, the beautiful face in this snow, extraordinarily beautiful, just the concern and sadness in the pair, so that she looked at Su Ming, gradually shed Tears.

    I gotta goGoing far away, my aunt Aunt came to the news and let people pick me up…"

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

    "Go with me."Bai Ling softly to open mouth.

    Su Ming is bitter inside, he has lost a lot of tribesmen, lost too much, he can't leave, he is even more difficult to retain Bai Ling, he…I don't know what I am doing, I want to keep Bai Ling and let her not go to see her mother.

    HeadTake careSu Ming has been silent for a long time, bitter to open mouth.

    His words were almost finished, and Bai Ling walked up to Su Ming's, gently holding his body, a cold lips, and a face that Su Ming couldn't forget, replacing his world. .

    The lips are very cold, and the coldness in the cold, and the bitterness of the tears, merge 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, always, always…"Bai Ling turned and ran towards the distance. The tears couldn't see where it fell in the snow, but there was a drop that seemed to fall on Su Ming's face.

    The same cold, can not tell whether it is tears, or snow.

    Su Ming stood there, standing until it was faint, and by the side of Bai Ling, he saw two tall figures, like guardians, and took Bai Ling away.

    Su Ming can't tell what it is like, it's been silent for a long time, long time.

    Half a year after Bai Ling left, grandfather woke up.

    Regarding what happened with HeiShan Man-Elder, grandfather did not say that Su Ming did not talk to anyone. The death of HeiShan Man-Elder gradually became a thing of the past as time passed.

    Su Ming can feel that his character has changed, it is no longer lively, but he is used to silence, the tribesmen in the tribe, the past joy has disappeared, the sorrow of family and friends has been lost, and every one has chosen silence.

    He started the whole day and night of the Culture, began to constantly refine the medicine stone, let his Cultivation to improve, but often, he will open his eyes in the middle of the night to meditate, recall the dream.

    Time flies, it is ten years.

    Ten years can change a lot. As children grow up, as time goes by, the grief ten years ago is very weak. Only at the annual sacrifice, people will remember the miserable ten years ago. .

    Wushan Tribe has completely become a subsidiary of Fengzhen, because grandfather…Cultivation has been lost and it has become an old man with a ruin.

    During the ten years, Su Ming accompanied grandfather until the winter of the tenth year. In a cold night, the cold wind whimpered outside and blew the leather tent, causing the lights in the tent to sway and the grandfather lying there. At this time, he was extremely old. He looked at Su Ming and looked at the grown-up youth in front of him.

    "grandfather can't go on with you…Rassu, don't be sad, this day will come…Remember the words that grandfather said to you over the years, remember…World Man Mountain ……You must go to World Man Mountain and be sure to find this mountain.

    Where is the mountain, grandfather is not clear, I only know that it…In your heart, go find this mountain, you will be there, find everything you want. ”

    This is the last sentence that grandfather said to Su Ming before he died.

    Grandfather, returning to the market…

    On the third day of grandfather's life, Su Ming's Cultivation, who entered Awakened, became the second person in the tribe to step into Awakened. The first one was Bei Ling.

    The presence of two Awakened Realm made the Wushan Tribe fall into the subordinates of the Fengzhen Tribe, occupying a very high position, making the Wushan Tribe, once…Go back to the migration of my hometown.

    Even the Fengzhen Tribe will not stop such a migration, because today's Wushan Tribe has already qualified.

    It was a home away from home for ten years. When the entire Wushan Tribe fell, the moment when I returned to the ruins of Wushan ten years ago, there were many old people, tears, squatting on the land, crying. The voice echoed around.

    Wushan, not the Wushan of the year, only four peaks, the tribe under the Wushan, in the reconstruction of this decade, slowly appeared in the past.

    Here is home, the home of Wushan Tribe, the soul of Wushan tribesmen.

    The years are silent, with the Spring Summer Autumn and Winter, slowly passing. The wedding between Bei Ling and Chen Xin was held in the fall of Wushan. The wedding was very grand, because one was Wushan's Patriarch and the other was the daughter of the first generation Patriarch.

    Bei Ling, at the moment of entering Awakened, became the Patriarch of Wushan.

    This laughter, tribesmen return home after the wedding, a lot of people are in that happy drunk, Su Ming silently stand in the distance, watching the night outside the bonfire tribesmen dance, ears heard a happy song, watching Chen Xin face happiness smile, watching Bei Ling That handsome look under, already had as Patriarch Majesty of upright, he silently drink wine.

    He remembered Bai Ling.

    It has been 17 years since Bai Ling left.

    Su Ming still remembers the cold kiss that Bai Ling left when he left, remembering the appointment.

    I still remember that he was only accidental, and he remembered the dream in his mind when he woke up seventeen years ago. It was a long, long dream.

    This night, Su Ming was drunk, his seventeen years of silence, his unspoken character, made him a very high majesty in this Wushan Tribe, especially after becoming Wushan Man-Elder, his The majesty is to let all tribesmen not dare to speak in front of him.

    With a drunkenness, holding a jug, Su Ming looked at Bei Ling and Chen Xin, turned to his tent, started the culture, and outside his tent, carrying a somewhat old fire monkey, it was Little. Red.

    The passage of time, the separation of old and sick, gradually with the autumn leaves, painted the annual rings in the fall, a circle, representing a year.

    It’s another thirty years, the past. (To be continued ……

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