Chapter 257 The End of the Song

The emperor's expression was always gloomy. He was close to the silent door of the stockade, and his footsteps did not stop at all. At the moment his body touched the inspector, Su Ming's eyes suddenly shrank behind him. He saw that the gate of the stockade was twisted, as if he had been moved to another place out of thin air Stepped in.

Su Ming followed and also stepped in. Until both of them went in, Su Ming looked back. He saw the gate of the stockade and recovered again.

It is obviously not the first time for Tian Xiezi to come here. At this moment, the vast majority of the people in the whole tribe have fallen asleep, and there is no fire around because of the rainy day. In this relative silence, except for the rison of rain and the thunder from time to time, there is only the thumping sound of detection

Like this sound, the detective was to guide the direction of the evil son of heaven. He walked in the stockade, stepped on the accumulated water, and gradually passed through a house. Su Ming saw that in front of him, there was a very ordinary animal skin tent with lights coming out.

This is a small tribe, a tribe of almost the same size as the Wushan tribe where Su Ming is located. Such a small tribe is too much in the land of Nanchen.

Looking around, when Su Ming looked at the light-lit leather tent, he clearly heard the sound of rubbing bones coming from the tent.

Tian Xiezi approached, lifted the corner of the leather tent, and stepped in. Su Ming followed him and then entered the leather tent. At the moment of entering, the first thing he saw was that there were a large number of bones in the small leather tent.

In addition to bones, there are also some stones. Most of these things, most of them, have been damaged!

This is Su Ming's first time to see so much damage, and it is also the first time he has seen the damage in Nanchen's land!

Su Ming's body was shocked, and his eyes swept over the damaged devices and fell on an old man in the leather tent.

The old man's hair was gray, wearing animal leather clothes, and his upper body. At this moment, he sat there, holding a bone in his hand and rubbing it on a slate.

It seems that the shape of the beast's bone is a little inconsistent with the bone damage he wants to make, and he wants to wipe off the extra place.

The evil son of heaven looked gloomy. He looked at the old man, walked to him, sat down cross-legged, and his eyes moved, falling on the beast bone that the old man was rubbing.

The old man looked as usual, as if all his attention was condensed on the bones in his hand. He did not notice the arrival of the evil son of heaven, nor did he see the existence of Su Ming.

He was there calmly, constantly rubbing, making a gurgling sound, echoing in the tent, and some of them floated out for a long time.

Time passed slowly, and Su Ming always looked at the bone in the old man's hand. Under the gradual friction, he was grinded out of the edges and roundness.

Tianxiezi never opened his mouth and never spoke. He also kept looking at him. His expression slowly changed, sometimes gloomy, sometimes enlightened, and sometimes complicated.

The rain outside is even heavier, and the thunder sometimes roars, and sometimes there will be a momentary brightness, reflecting the three figures in the tent on the tent, and quickly dissipating in the shaking.

The old man's concentration made Su Ming seem to have a clear understanding. He didn't know when he was no longer standing, but sat cross-legged aside, looking at the friction of the bone, and listening to the crackling sound. At this moment, he suddenly had a kind of confession that appeared after the peak of Diwan The peace of the past.

At this moment, Su Ming, because of this calm gaze, was immersed in a state of selflessness. In his eyes, there were only the bones that were being rubbed. He did not see that the evil son of heaven was sitting opposite the old man, and his clothes seemed to have changed.

That kind of change only happens in an instant, and it recovers as usual again. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to see clearly.

Time passed slowly. I don't know how long it took for the old man to rub the bones of the beast. With his meal, Su Ming's whole heart was shocked and his eyes were sober. He saw the old man looking at the bones of the beast, [Baidu for magic bar update, official YY: 3943] picked it up, as

For a long time, he changed the bone to another position and continued to rub on the slate.

The evil son's expression became more and more complicated. After a long time, he sighed and stood up.

At the moment he got up, his old man's movements stopped. He picked up the bone in his hand again. This bone had been made into a damaged device. There were several small holes on it. After a look, he looked up and did not look at the evil son of heaven, but his eyes fell on Su Ming.

It is a pair of eyes as calm as water, a pair of eyes that seem to contain infinite wisdom, see through life and death, see through everything in the world, and can tolerate everything.

In that eye, there is kindness, there is security, there is peace, there is a light that makes Su Ming look at him, and then there is a more calm light.

The old man raised his right hand and handed the bone damage in his hand to Su Ming.

Su Ming was silent, got up and respectfully threw the seemingly ordinary bone. At this moment, he suddenly understood the meaning of the old man looking at him. He wanted to let himself blow the bone damage.

Su Ming took the bone damage, silently stepped back a few steps, sat on the ground, and looked at the damage in his hand. The rain outside was louder, and the thunder kept rumbling.

Su Ming closed his eyes, put the bone damage in his hand, put it on his mouth, and gently blew it up.

He didn't know how to play death, but over the years, the broken bone damage in his storage bag that couldn't make a sound has accompanied him through a lot of lonely nights...

In those many nights, he was alone, silently blowing the silent damage, and what was in his ears was the song in the memory.

The whining voice, with a desolate voice, came out of the bone near Su Ming's mouth, echoed in the tent, drifted out, and dispersed between heaven and earth.

At this moment, it seems that even the thunder outside is silent, and even the rain is soft, blending with this whining song to play the sound of missing.

What Su Ming played was not only the sound of this damage, but also the song in his memory. What made the sound was the breath in his mouth flow through this damage, but it was also his heart, moving.

This kind of movement is a kind of passage of time and a kind of memory.

It seems that there will never be any other sound. Only from the simple tone of ups and downs, there is a desolateness, containing vicissitudes of life. In this quiet night, in this falling rain, in this strange world, it exists.

Like a lover crying in a low voice, like a clan member wiping his tears and calling, such as a childhood partner, when holding his fist, an angry roar...

Tian Xiezi closed his eyes and silently listened to the sound of damage in his ear. Listening to the whining voice, he looked gloomy and relaxed at this moment.

The old man also closed his eyes and looked calm.

This is a long song. She may have a name, but Su Ming doesn't know that such a song has existed many times in his memory, but until now, he has really played it.

But... This is not his loss. The loss song played by this has a soul and his memory, but it still lacks a taste, which is the taste of home.

The end of the song.

Su Ming opened his eyes and looked at the bone damage in his hand. He had a clear understanding in his eyes. He stood up and handed the damage to the old man respectfully.

The old man smiled, looked at Su Ming kindly, and nodded.

At this moment, the evil son of heaven also opened his eyes and did not look at the old man. Instead, he got up and walked out.

From beginning to end, he and the old man did not say a word to each other, but Su Ming knew that in fact, the two of them had expressed thousands of words with their own songs.

As Tian Xiezi walked out, Su Ming hesitated for a moment and followed them. The two walked out of the tent. The rain outside was still very heavy, falling on them and in the potholes on the ground.

When he walked out of this tent for more than ten steps, Su Ming suddenly stopped. He was no longer hesitant, but decisive.

As he paused, the evil son of heaven also had a meal, but he did not look back.

Su Ming bowed to the evil son of heaven, turned around and quickly walked to the leather tent that had just left, raised the corner of the tent, and walked in.

In the tent, while Su Ming walked in, the old man sitting there looked calmly.

"Can you... fix it?"... Su Ming took out his bones from his arms, [Baidu Seeking Demon Bar Update, Official YY: 3943] This has the smell of home damage, and there are many cracks. It can no longer make a sound. It was held by Su Ming and placed in front of the old man.

The old man's eyes fell on this damage, picked it up, looked carefully, and nodded.

Su Ming bowed respectfully, turned around and walked out of the tent, and left the village of this tribe with the evil son of heaven.

"Is it..." Outside the inspection, in the wind and rain, the evil son of heaven opened his mouth calmly. At this moment, although he was wearing purple clothes, his expression was no longer gloomy.

"The first battle is the proof of cultivation, and the second joy..." Su Ming looked at the evil son of heaven, was silent for a moment, and said, "Fight for the heart!"

"The person in the first battle is the seventh brother of the teacher. The person you see in the second act is a teacher who doesn't know his name. I met him by chance a year ago and saw him make it once...

After that, whenever my heart changes, I will look for him, fighting with my heart... fighting with the situation..."

"You understand the method of painting, so that you can calm down. There is no system to practice, and everything is thunderous... On this road, there may be people who don't know the teacher, but among the people I know, there are only a few of us masters and apprentices.

I have gone a long way, and your brothers have also taken a few steps, and what you are going to face now is the first change of heart... The change of heart, such as the second you. The evil son of heaven opened his mouth softly.

"How to do it, I can't tell you for the teacher. I can only tell you that my heart has changed... Let's go, I'll take you to the witch killing... As soon as the teacher's purple clothes come out, there is no thousands of painstaking efforts, and it is difficult to diss The evil son of heaven took a step towards the sky. Su Ming took a deep breath and whispered that his heart changed. His eyes flashed and followed the evil son of heaven.

"He is a blind man, do you see it?"... In the sky, when the figure of the master and apprentice disappeared, the evil son of heaven opened his mouth.

"Blind man..." Su Ming was stunned.

People disperse.

There is a person, in the name of ear, has a love, and insistence as a demon.

There is a kind of person who reads as a friend, and there is a kind of ticket, which is called ".

There is a pot of wine, with Yu as the song.

There is a kind of kindness that can't be retribution.

Well, two poems with soy sauce are so well written. It's so lyrical. Anyway, I'm intoxicated. I should vote for encouragement.