Chapter 749 If life is just like the first sight

Men don't shed tears.

In Su Ming's memory, he has never cried a few times in his life, but today, he cried, and his tears flowed down his cheeks. He looked at the broken ninth peak, and the face that he chose to blow himself up to death in order to protect him in this battle came to his mind.

There is also Bai Su and Yu Xuan.

All of this has now turned into flying smoke. He is blown away by the sea breeze. He hates the immortals, Tao Chenzong, and hates the yin and death remnants of Yin and death in order to make him the son of Yin and death and indulge all this.

Su Ming stood outside the dilapidated Ninth Peak Cave, looking at the closed second brother in the cave, the sleeping tiger, and the big brother with a stone statue. Su Ming looked at it silently with tears.

He knew that this eye might be the last glance. Maybe there will be no second time in his life. He can see his brother and see the ninth peak, because he wants to go far away and go far away.

Because at that time, he would have no love and no pain.

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

"Big brother, second brother, Huzi... Looking for the master, please give it to you... Master, Su Ming is unfilial..." Su Ming kowtowed with tears.

After a long time, when Su Ming got up, the bald crane silently handed Su Ming a wisp of white veil.

That was the last thing left by Bai Su before his death. He was caught by Su Ming's right hand after his body collapsed. He was kept by the bald crane and was not further blown away by the wind.

Holding the white veil, Su Ming watched silently.

A day later, Su Ming left the ninth peak. Behind him, in the Jiufeng mountain at the bottom of the sea, there was an extra tomb buried at the bottom of the sea outside Su Ming's cave.

What is buried in the grave is a wisp of white gauze, which is... Baisu's grave.

Su Ming left, with the promise of the old voice of the swirlpool. Su Ming knew that in this barbarian clan, there was no power to disturb his brother.

He left, followed by the bald hairy crane who did not want to let Su Ming leave alone. No matter what Su Ming did, it followed silently and accompanied Su Ming.

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

He can't forget Su Ming, and he can't forget the seemingly miserable days, but now after losing it, he feels that he cherishes the memory.

And now, everything is gone.

Qian Chen cried and sat on the peak.

Su Ming walked in the world. He launched all the speed and galloped desperately. It took him three days to burn his cultivation, crossed the Dead Sea, and flew from the Eastern Wilderness Continent to the Western League.

He doesn't have much time. Before leaving, he will go to the Western League to see if there is Wushan there. Go there and see if there are any old friends there.

The land of the Western Alliance is a piece of black soil. In the area on the edge, there is a mountain. The four fingers of this mountain now stand between heaven and earth. Under the mountain is a jungle, boundless.

This season is the winter of the Western League. The snow floats down, making the jungle look like a white wedding dress, and the earth is wrapped in silver. It looks like a funeral.

In the falling snow, Su Ming came here and came to his dreamy hometown, Wushan.

He did not find Lei Chen or any old friend, but he found the mountain and the beauty that exists in his memory.

Looking at Wushan, Su Ming's tears flowed down again. He went to Wushan and touched the rocks of this mountain. The snow fell on him, making him reluctant to wipe it off. He walked through the jungle under the mountain and stepped on the snow. This road was the beautiful circle when he carried the white spirit on his back.

Until he went to the place that should have been the Wushan tribe, where... there was no tribe.

Perhaps, many years ago, there was a tribe here. Her name was Wushanbu, but now, in Su Ming's eyes, this is a white snow and dry jungle.

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

The bald crane was beside him, looking around, silently accompanying him.

The sun went down, the sun rose, and the snow fell all night. Su Ming stood all night. He looked at the jungle and the snow. He suddenly stepped forward a few steps forward. He knelt on the ground and dug up the snow on the ground with both hands and dug up the soil on the ground. He was like crazy and kept digging with Open, gradually, his hands were blurred, but he didn't seem to know the pain and continued.

Until a deep pit was dug out by Su Ming, in which he dug some waste buried in the ground, which were some stoneware, some pots and bowls, and some pieces that exuded a rotten smell.

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

Su Ming didn't know how he left the Wushan and the jungle. He walked bitterly and aimlessly. When he walked out of the jungle, there were waves of ethereal cooks in front of him, which was a small tribe.

This is a small tribe that took root and flourished here for some time. Su Ming looked at the cooking smoke and slowly walked towards this tribe. The sound of cheerful music and the happy laughter of the child gradually came to his ears as Su Ming approached.

Looking at it, Su Ming seemed to see the Wushan Department. Until finally in the wind and snow, Su Ming lowered his head with a trace of melancholy. He turned around and walked to the distance. A mask appeared in his right hand. The black mask was scattered with faint light, which was particularly vivid in the snow.

Just as Su Ming was about to put the mask on his face, suddenly, his footsteps stopped. He turned his head and looked at the jungle in the distance. On the snow of the jungle, there was a young man and woman arguing there.

"You once said that you would always be with me. You knew it, it was an appointment..." 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 opened his mouth bitterly.

"No, but, I know you still love me. Why do you have to leave? We once made a vow in the wind and snow that we would go all the way to the snow to the white head. That snow, we are white, but in this snow, do we have to separate, our agreement..." The woman shed tears, and her voice was in the wind Shaking in the snow.

The young man bowed his head bitterly, and he had his own difficulties.

Su Ming looked at the young men and women and listened to their words. A woman full of wild beauty appeared in front of his eyes. The woman was Bai Ling and looked like Bai Su.

"In the wind and snow, can you go to the white head..."

"This is an agreement."

Su Ming closed his eyes, and at the moment he closed his eyes, his soul dispersed...

The young man in the jungle trembled. When he looked up, his eyes showed softness, and the soft eyes made the tearful woman opposite him stop crying.

The young man smiled gently, walked to the woman, took off the bone teeth hanging around his neck, and took off the earring of the woman's left ear.

"In the wind and snow, we can go to the white head, outside the wind and snow, we can also, this is an agreement!"

The woman hugged the young man, and her crying voice was full of joy.

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

At the moment when the mask was worn on his face, there was no warmth on Su Ming's body. Instead, it was cold and ruthless, which became a cold that could not be melted by the wind and snow.

He stepped forward, step by step, and went away in the wind and snow. From then on, there was no love and the pain was broken. 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 sight.

This is the end of the third volume. The fourth volume of the divine source wasteland is about to unfold tomorrow. Believe me, the fourth volume will be very wonderful. Ask for a monthly ticket to send it to Donghuang, and ask for a monthly ticket to enter the divine source!! ( To be continued