Volume Four, Chapter 1360: Stepping Through That Door
"Big flowers are good."!
"Hello little flower!"
“The big flowers are beautiful!”
"Little Flower is more beautiful. You have never seen Little Flower's cry, that hair, that figure... perfect!"
"Xiaohua is a male dog..." The big dog Minglong looked at the bald crane with a strange look, and couldn't help but say these words.
The bald crane was silent, and a hint of melancholy gradually appeared on its face. After a long time, it sighed, and a feeling that seemed to be a trick of fate or fate appeared on its body.
Shaking its head, the bald crane walked towards the shore, but just as it was about to fall with half of its foot out, its whole body suddenly stopped.
It didn't know why, but at this moment, when it was about to leave the ship, it felt a sting in its heart. This sting seemed to mean that as long as it took this step, it would lose some people and people it didn't want to lose.
thing.
In the silence, under the surprised gaze of the big dog, the bald-haired crane turned around and looked at Su Ming blankly. What it saw was the weathered face raised under the bamboo hat, as well as the gentleness on that face.
Smile.
That smile seemed to be able to see through the years and nothingness, with a feeling that made the bald-haired crane feel unknown in his heart. At this moment, thunder and lightning passed through his mind, making him... seem to think of something.
Lowering its head, the bald crane looked at the Wangchuan River. Gradually, it saw a bald crane in the river that transformed into a crane god in a certain tribe, and then met a young man named Su Ming.
It saw the bald crane turning into a colorful bird in the sky, and saw the scenes of it and the young man in the Divine Source Star Sea together, in the Three Wastelands, and in the dark morning against the Holy Spirit...
The scene in the river was finally fixed at this moment, on the boat, half about to step out of the boat.
"Boss, what's wrong with you? Come on, we've made an appointment to dominate the scene together and enjoy the hot and spicy food." The big dog Minglong seemed to be aware of it, his expression showed anxiety, and he spoke quickly.
The Bald-haired Crane was silent, as if he did not hear the voice of the Nether Dragon Big Dog. He raised his eyes from the Wangchuan River and fell on the old Su Ming again, meeting Su Ming's eyes.
"Let's go, take that step, you will be happier in the other world than here." Su Ming said softly.
The bald crane remained silent.
The Nether Dragon Dog was even more anxious. It had never seen such an expression on the Bald Crane. It was reluctance, hesitation, and there seemed to be a hint of determination.
This kind of seriousness seems to have never appeared in Bald Crane, but now, the Dark Dragon Dog... saw it with his own eyes.
It was afraid. It was worried that the Bald-haired Crane would not come. In its anxiety, it swayed and was about to rush to the bow of the ship. However, there seemed to be an invisible barrier between the shore and the ship.
When it came, this barrier blocked its body.
"In my memory, there are a few people who are very kind to me, but there has never been anyone who made me experience friendship like you..."
"In my memory, you are not the master, you are my friend."
"In my memory, following you allows me not to think about the confusion that often appears in my mind, and makes me unwilling to wake up my memory. I just hope that this heartless life can last for a long, long time...
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"In my memory, you are the incarnation of the crystal. You can conjure the magical power of the crystal out of thin air, which is what I dream of... Why should I leave?" The bald-haired crane looked at Su Ming and raised his head.
He retracted his raised feet and stepped firmly on the wood of the boat.
"So what if it's destroyed, it's Grandma He's, I won't leave even if I say nothing!!" The bald crane sat aside angrily, his bald body looking very angry at the moment.
"No matter what, I won't leave no matter what!"
"Really not leaving?" Su Ming was silent for a long time, looked at the bald crane, and spoke softly.
"The fake one won't leave!" Bald-haired Crane glared at Su Ming and said angrily.
Su Ming sighed softly and looked at the bald crane. After a long time, he smiled dumbly and nodded.
"Then, just watch the destruction of Sang Xiang with me." Su Ming said, shaking the oar, and as the ship went away, the big ghost dragon dog on the shore showed sadness.
"Da Ming, why are you crying, Grandma He? It's not like I won't come back. Wait for me. When I come back, we will search for all the crystal stones here together!" Bald-haired Crane stood on the bow of the boat, facing the gradually blurring shore.
Bian Minglong spoke loudly.
Minglong heard the sound of the bald crane and looked around blankly, not noticing that a woman in white clothes appeared behind it. The woman stood there silently, like a small white flower.
Under the wooden house, apart from Su Ming, there is another figure, that is the bald crane, but when it is not quiet, it is always around. Even if it is really bored, it will circle around the wooden house.
He walked around for a while until he was extremely exhausted, and then he lay down next to Su Ming. His bald appearance did not have a unique charm to him.
Su Ming looked at the bald crane. His smile was much brighter than it had been a hundred years before. He seemed to be used to the bald crane's company. He was used to the bald crane's persistence in crystal stones. He was used to always having this person around him.
A friend who only sometimes makes him helpless.
Time passed, and the last twenty years of the two decades finally passed by for nineteen years. In the winter of this last year, the land was still covered with ice and snow. Su Ming waited for his last person.
Barbarians!
One hundred thousand barbarian tribesmen came here silently in the ice and snow. One hundred thousand people stood silently outside the wooden house, silently looking at Su Ming. Su Ming was familiar with the few people at the head, especially Nangong Hen.
The leader of the Ming Clan, he stared blankly at Su Ming under the wooden house, his expression a little confused.
"You are here." Su Ming spoke softly and stood up. The moment he stood up, a hundred thousand barbarians knelt down and worshiped him.
"Greetings to the Barbarian God!" The voice spread all around, into the River of Forgetfulness, and it seemed that it could be heard clearly even on the other side of the river. During the turn, Su Ming looked at them. This was the last group of people he had to wait for.
.
After sending these people away, he has no regrets and no worries in these three famines. He can use all means to gain that glimmer of hope for himself.
As soon as he flicked his big sleeves, a gentle wind roared up, sweeping around, enveloping these 100,000 barbarian tribesmen, and got caught in Su Ming's sleeves. He took a step forward, and Su Ming stood on the boat.
Above, the bald crane hurriedly followed, and almost as soon as it stepped into the boat, the boat sped away on its own.
In what seemed like a breath of time, as if it had passed from winter to spring, the boat approached the other shore. With a flick of Su Ming's sleeve, hundreds of thousands of barbarian tribesmen appeared on the other shore.
They looked at Su Ming blankly. No one said anything, but the reluctance in their eyes was so strong that even spring had autumn wounds.
"In this world, you... take care of yourself!" Su Ming looked at them, clasped his hands in his fists, and bowed deeply to the 100,000 barbarians. With this bow, he was paying homage to the tribesmen as a barbarian god.
At this time of worship, the spring breeze fell and the autumn wind rose, causing a hazy fog to rise between the boat and the other shore.
"Send it off!" Nangong Hen suddenly shouted in silence.
"Barbarian God!" Hundreds of thousands of barbarians knelt down and bowed in unison. This bow... made Su Ming raise his head. Until his boat was far away, he could still see in the haze the long-awaited figure.
One hundred thousand people.
The autumn wind carries the boats. In Su Ming's case, it carries hundreds of thousands of barbarians. But among the barbarians, it carries their barbarian gods. There is no need to distinguish who is sending whom, because this parting autumn feeling comes from the other side.
We walked through the spring, and as the boat went away, we entered the middle of winter.
When he arrived outside the wooden house, it was still a world of ice and snow, but this time after Su Ming got off the boat, when the bald crane was on the shore, he looked back and saw that the boat had sunk and fell into the Wangchuan River. Perhaps
One day in the future, this boat will float, and Su Ming will become his own ferryman... taking him to the other world represented by the other side.
With a free and easy smile, he flicked his sleeves, and the ice and snow in the sky stood still in nothingness for an instant. Everything in this world became silent at this moment, because there was no one Su Ming wanted to wait for here, because Su Ming, he had also arrived.
It's time to wake up.
He walked through the steps of the wooden house, walked under the eaves, and walked to the door of the wooden house. The wooden door that Su Ming had never opened in his two decades was now in front of him. After pushing it, it slowly opened.
The threshold that had never been crossed before was now the first time, as Su Ming raised his steps and stepped in.
The bald crane looked a little sad, but at this moment, he seemed to have buried that sadness deep in his heart, and continued to look careless as he followed Su Ming into the wooden house.
Outside the wooden house, the world is quiet, but inside the wooden house, the world is empty.
Like a whirlpool, like a reincarnation, this wooden house seemed to be a point in the world. As Su Ming and Bald Crane stepped in, and as the door of the wooden house slowly closed, the world outside the wooden house became at this moment.
The illusion gradually blurred and gradually dissipated, until it became nothingness and turned into the starry sky.
That is... Daochen Realm!
As for the Wangchuan River, it has become a Tianhe that goes straight into the distance in the starry sky. On the other side of the river that day, there is a huge whirlpool. This whirlpool has filled the entire Daochen Realm and is gradually shrinking at this moment.
, you can still vaguely see that there seems to be another world in the whirlpool.
And that wooden house, in this haze, slowly turned into... the Ninth Front Sect!
Su Ming, opened his eyes!
Two decades of time seemed to have passed just between closing and opening Su Ming's eyes. He lowered his head, his left hand was the memory fireworks of his past life, and in the palm of his right hand, what was transformed into the darkness of this life.