Chapter 688 Jiazi

It turns out that everything is a dream.

It's just that the world in the dream is so [true]. The ninth peak of Nanchen is so warm. It comes from the care of Brother Huzi, the second brother and the eldest brother. Every time I think of it, it will make people warm, and there is a kind of indescribable miss.

It turns out that these are all dreams...

I have not been involved in the virtual cave of Wushan, my grandfather has not disappeared, and I have never been there... Nanchen, there is no master named Tianxiezi.

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

I have not worshipped the Tianhan Sect, nor have I been to the Jiuyin world, nor have I seen any witch people, the disaster of the eastern wilderness, and the scenes of hatred with the people of the emperor.

I didn't have cultivation to finally reach the perfection of the barbarian soul and became... a barbarian god.

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

"In my dream, I saw those familiar people, such as Beiling, Chenxin, Ula and so on..., immortals, witches, barbarians, repaired old people, and the place of death." Su Ming sighed.

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

Being Su Ming, there are tribes that are no longer complete. Those people who migrated from Wushan have lost their relatives and homes. They can only become the subsidiary of the wind within the scope of the wind tribe.

Grandpa was hit hard and has been in a coma.

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

Ula died, and many clansmen died in Nansong, which had become corpses. There were waves of grief permeated the whole tribe, and the heavy breath seemed to be a little frozen.

In the tribe behind him, the little girl named Tongtong has been huddled in the corner, holding a broken doll and shedding tears.

"Su Ming, it's about to begin." In Su Ming's silence, a low voice came from his side. The voice came from Bei Ling. Bei Ling's face was pale and he stood step by step and stood under the tree.

Su Ming looked at Bei Ling. In his dream, this person was a fairy, a person named Daye Xianzong and a disciple of the emperor, but... After all, it was a dream, wasn't it...

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

A funeral to commemorate the souls of the dead of Wushan, in this tribe, in the mourning and silent crying of all clans, unfolded. The burning flame, leaping with strange distortions, neatly placed in the flame... A body of the Wushan tribe, which is all that can be found, is the remains of the dead of the tribe. .

Most of these corpses were incomplete and rarely complete. The flames burned on them. In the wind and snow in the middle of winter, all the Wushan people around them knelt on the ground silently one by one.

Looking at the light and darkness in the burning flames and listening to the crackling sound, the silent crying of the people around them became depressing, making the surroundings more and colder.

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

Late at night, the third day after the funeral, Su Ming stood in the tribe, looking at the snow in the sky, and looking at the dark land set off by the snow in the distance. He saw a woman standing there, waiting for him silently.

That's Bai Ling.

The wind and snow were so strong that the world seemed to be fragmented and could not be condensed again. In the snow, Su Ming walked to Bai Ling and stood with her silently without talking to each other.

Wearing a white white spirit, her dark hair is covered with snow. Her beautiful face is particularly beautiful in the wind and snow, but the concern and sadness in her eyes made her look at Su Ming in amazed and gradually shed tears.

"I'm leaving... I'm going to a faraway place. It's my father and mother who came to pick me up..."

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

"Go with me." Bai Ling spoke softly.

Su Ming's heart was bitter. He lost a lot of people and lost too many people. He couldn't leave, and it was even more difficult for him to retain Bai Ling. He... didn't know why he came to keep Bai Ling and let her not go to see her parents.

"All the way... take care." Su Ming was silent for a long time and opened his mouth bitterly.

The lips were cold, but with warmth and the bitterness of tears in the cold, they merged to form a... parting kiss.

"Our agreement is still there. It's 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 into the distance. Tears could not see where they fell in the wind and snow, but a drop seemed to fall on Su Ming's face.

The same cold, I can't tell whether it's tears or snow.

Su Ming stood there and stood all the time until vaguely, beside Bai Ling in the distance, he saw two tall figures, like guarding, taking Bai Ling away.

Su Ming couldn't tell what his heart was like. He was silent for a long time.

Half a month after Bai Ling left, Grandpa woke up.

Regarding what happened in the war with the Black Mountain barbarians, Grandpa did not say anything, and Su Ming did not talk to anyone about it. With the passage of time, the death of the Black Mountain barbarians gradually became the past.

Su Ming can feel that his personality has changed. He is no longer lively, but used to silence. The previous joy of the clan in the tribe has disappeared, and the sadness of losing relatives and friends makes everyone choose to be silent.

He began to practice all day and all night, and began to constantly refine pharmaceutical stones to improve his cultivation, but from time to time, he would open his eyes when he meditated late at night and recalled the dream.

In a flash of time, it is ten years.

Ten years can change a lot. As children grow up and with the passage of time, the sadness of ten years ago is already very faint. Only at the time of the annual sacrifice, people will remember the misery of ten years ago.

The Wushan tribe has completely become an affiliate of Fengzhen, because Grandpa... has lost his cultivation and has become an old man.

In the past ten years, Su Ming accompanied Grandpa until the winter of the tenth year. In a cold night, the cold wind outside sobbed and blew the tent, making the lights in the tent shake. Grandpa lay there. At this time, he was extremely old. He looked at Su Ming and looked at the growing young man in front of him.

"My grandfather can't continue to walk with you... Rasu, don't be sad, this day will eventually come... Remember what my grandfather has said to you over the years, remember... Jieman Mountain... You must go to Jieman Mountain, and you must find this mountain.

Grandpa doesn't know where this mountain is. All I know is that it... in your heart, find this mountain, and you will be there and find everything you want.

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

Agong, return to the ruins...

On the third day when Grandpa's life was extinguished, Su Ming's cultivation entered Kaichen and became the second person in the tribe to step into Kaichen. The first was Beiling.

The existence of two open dust realms has made the Wushan tribe occupy a very high position in the subsidiary of the Fengzhen tribe, which made the Wushan tribe start a migration to return to their hometown.

Even the Fengzhen tribe will not stop such migration, because today's Wushan tribe has such qualifications.

It was a return home after ten years of separation. When the whole Wushan tribe returned to the ruins of Wushan ten years ago, there were many old people kneeling on the land with tears, and the sound of crying echoed around.

Wushan is no longer the Wushan Mountain of that year. There are only four peaks. The tribe under Wushan Mountain, in the reconstruction ten years later, the outline of the past slowly appears.

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

The years are slowly passing with spring, summer, autumn and winter. The wedding of Beiling and Chenxin was held in the autumn under Wushan. The wedding was very grand, because one was the patriarch of Wushan, and the other was the daughter of the previous generation.

Beiling, at the moment of entering the dust, he became the patriarch of Wushan.

This laughter, the wedding of the clan after the people returned to their hometown, many people were drunk in the happiness. Su Ming stood silently in the distance, looking at the dance of the clan outside the fire in the middle of the night, the happy songs came to his ears, looking at the happy smile on Chen Xin's face, and looking at the handsome appearance of He was majestic and upright, and he drank wine silently.

He thought of Bai Ling.

It has been 17 years since Bai Ling left.

Su Ming still remembers the cold kiss when Bai Ling left 17 years ago, and still remembers that agreement.

I still remember that he only remembered by chance now. The dream in his mind when he woke up 17 years ago was a very long, long dream.

With drunkenness and wine pot, Su Ming looked at Bei Ling and Chenxin, turned to his tent and began to practice. Outside his tent, there was an old fire monkey squatting. It was Xiaohong.

The passage of time, the separation of life, old age, illness and death, gradually with the autumn leaves, the annual rings are drawn in the falling, circles, representing year after year.

It's been another 30 years.