Chapter 1381 The mountain is the building outside the Castle Peak
The mountain is the outer building of Qingshan Tower.!
Water is white water and outside the sky.
The sky is blue, with white clouds dotting the sky. When you look at it, the sky seems to have become a beautiful picture. If the wind is not blowing, it seems that the clouds are slowly drifting away in the wind, making this picture not static.
, but became the world.
Su Ming stared at the sky blankly. He had been awake for a month. In this month, although he had accepted the facts around him, he still couldn't figure out where he was...
His memory still retains the scene where he finally took away the body and buried it. Due to the imbalance of life levels, the possibility of success in taking the body was very slim. However, the moment when Su Ming took the body was the peak of his burning life and soul.
, so the moment of seizing the body is not without the possibility of success.
However, if he succeeds, why is he not Xuan Zang? If he fails, then where is he now?
And...Su Ming looked down at his body and fell silent.
"Xuan'er, you are in a daze again." A serious voice came from beside Su Ming. It was an old man, an old man with white hair and a calm expression. This old man was wearing a gray robe and a belt on his head.
Wearing a bamboo hat and a wooden staff in his hand, he turned back to look at Su Ming.
"Master..." Su Ming looked at the old man in front of him. Although he had been awake for a month, his mind would be shaken every time he saw this man. He didn't know whether what he saw in front of him was true or false.
This old man looks exactly like... Tian Xiezi!
They were exactly the same, even the sound was like the ups and downs in Su Ming's memory, and it was impossible to tell the difference between the past and the present.
"This is only the first month. You have to remember that there are six thousand years in total, and there are ten out of sixty. You have to follow the teacher through thousands of mountains, through thousands of rivers, across the plains, and look at
The sun rises and sets again and again to understand the changes of the four seasons, know the truth of heaven and earth, seek truth, and find the goodness of human nature...
You will have to travel alone for the next fifty years. Only in this way will you be qualified to compete with your eldest and second emperor brothers for a chance to become the future prince, and I don’t have to pay you.
Entrusted by my father." The old man said calmly, turned his head when the wooden stick in his hand touched the ground, and continued to walk forward.
"Follow up." His voice was filled with vicissitudes of life, echoing in this mountainous land and the surrounding mountain wind seemed to merge together, turning into clouds on the sky that were gradually becoming dim at this moment, until they turned into snowflakes.
This is winter.
Su Ming followed the old man silently. As he walked through the mountains and passed an unfrozen lake, the setting sun in the distance shone with its afterglow, reflecting Su Ming's figure in the lake.
It was a young man, a young man wearing a gray gown and a bamboo hat, with a handsome face, but there was always a trace of confusion surrounding this young man's face.
He is the third prince of the ancient Tibetan kingdom. He has two royal brothers. There is a tradition in the ancient Tibetan kingdom. Before every change of imperial power, all princes must be taken away by monks personally appointed by the emperor to travel for six thousand years.
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Sixty years later, the prince returned and started a fight for imperial power. In this fight, it was destined that only one prince could survive and the blood of the others' deaths would be forged into his crown.
Become the ruler of the country.
And this country... called Guzang, is the master of the entire earth, the supreme of the entire world, above all monks and above all sects!
This is what Su Ming has at this moment. In addition to his own inherent memory, there is an extra thread... I don't know when, it has been imprinted in the depths of his soul, as if it was his own... memory.
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It's just that he couldn't remember the name of the eldest brother, nor the appearance of the second brother. The most profound thing in his memory was that the old man in front of him had to walk ten miles.
"Drink water." By the lake, the old man stopped, looked back at Su Ming, and pointed to the lake.
"The water in the lake reflects like the sky without moving. Drinking this water is like swallowing a corner of the sky. This lake... is called Tianhu." The old man said, bent down and stretched out his hand, fished out a palmful of lake water, put it to his mouth and drank.
Take a sip.
Su Ming was silent, his eyes falling on the lake without bending down.
The old man raised his head and looked at Su Ming.
"Why should I drink this lake water? Even though it reflects like the sky, I thought drinking this water would be like swallowing a corner of the sky, but I'm just deceiving myself." Su Ming shook his head and said slowly.
"Look up and look at the sky in the distance." The old man said calmly.
Su Ming raised his head and looked at the sky. Suddenly his eyes shrank. He saw a small area in the sky in the distance, which was astonishingly... like being swallowed up!
"I don't know what the original name of this lake was, but when I passed by this lake, I said it was the sky, and it was the sky. I drank the water from this lake, and I said I swallowed a corner of the sky, so... I swallowed it.
A corner of the sky.
If you are obsessed with this, you have fallen into cause and effect." The old man said calmly.
Su Ming was silent, and after a long time he suddenly laughed. Why should he care about cause and effect, why should he care about where he is, and why should he cling to an answer. As long as he walks on the road, everything is enough.
"Disciple, be taught." Su Ming clasped his fists and bowed to the old man. He knelt down, raised his right hand and put it into the lake. However, he did not fish out the lake water. Instead, with a flash of light in his eyes, he placed his right hand in Han's hand.
A gentle pat on the face.
At the moment of this shot, the lake suddenly roared and rolled, the waves echoed, and the ripples were endless, causing the originally reflected sky to be shattered and dissipated in an instant.
"Why is that?" The old man frowned.
"Master said it is heaven, so if you drink it, you will swallow the sky. I said it is not heaven, so there is no need to drink it." Su Ming stood up and looked at the old man.
"The ambition is not small." There was a fleeting admiration in the old man's eyes, but soon, his eyes showed a sharp meaning, and his words changed instantly.
"But it doesn't make sense, and I'm a little arrogant. I said this lake is the sky. I felt it when I saw the lake reflecting the sky, so I said this in accordance with God's will. Therefore, I really swallowed the sky, because all this is God's will.
, I’m just following the trend.
But you... messed up this lake, just like messing up destiny, but it won't take long in the end, the lake will still be calm, and it will still reflect the sky. To it, you are just a passerby.
For you, you are complacent, laughing at the dust in the lake, but for the lake, it is also laughing at you. If you don’t believe it... look at the lake to see if it is calm. You are laughing at the calm lake.
, can you also see it laughing at you in the reflection?" The old man spoke calmly, his words were slow, but they seemed to contain the great truth.
"I don't believe in fate." Su Ming did not look back, but the lake behind him calmed down again after the tumbling. A large amount of water vapor immediately appeared. The water vapor instantly turned into fog, covering the entire lake.
After more than ten breaths, Su Ming turned his back to the lake and waved his sleeves.
Immediately a wind blew, and after the mist dispersed, the lake water had completely dried up and completely dissipated, leaving only the ugly mud in the deep depression and the countless fish and shrimp living creatures in the mud.
"Now, it can be completely gone." Su Ming said calmly.
The old man was silent, took a deep look at Su Ming, and shook his head.
"The royal bloodline of ancient Tibet is the strongest in this world. This rumor is indeed true. Let's go, we still have a long way to go." The old man turned around, no longer looked at the lake, and walked forward.
Su Ming lowered his head and did not look at the lake. He followed the old man and walked forward. From Su Ming's point of view, neither the destination nor the end of this road mattered. It was a path of seeking.
A path...to make myself stronger.
I have walked through mountains, across rivers, through four seasons, and through ten years.
The old man is in front, Su Ming is behind. The reflection of Su Ming in the lake ten years ago is that of a young man. Now he has become a young man, taking bigger steps, and his face is no longer
Instead of being at a loss, he returned to the calmness he felt in Sangxiang's world.
The stars in the night sky were dotted, and the bonfire was burning on the earth. Su Ming sat cross-legged by the bonfire. Opposite him was an old man who looked like Tian Xiezi. On another windy and snowy day ten years later, the two of them sat here cross-legged, feeling the warmth behind them.
It was cold, feeling the heat wave coming towards my face.
The old man closed his eyes, as if immersed in his practice, not paying attention to all the changes in the outside world. Su Ming raised his head and looked at the blurry moon hanging in the sky behind the countless dust-like snowflakes.
This month is always there, but people are not here... Su Ming silently thought about the past, silently counted the memories, and there... in a world that only belonged to him, he went to look for the sighing boatman.
"How many famous sects are there in the ancient burial country?" The vicissitudes of voice came slowly from the mouth of the old man with his eyes closed, mixed with the wind and snow, blended into the crackling sound of the bonfire, and passed into Su Ming's voice.
ear.
"Seven sects and twelve sects." Su Ming still looked at the blurry Yue and spoke calmly.
"What's the difference between a sect and a sect?" the old man asked slowly.
"The sect is an endless emptiness, sealed from the ancient treasures, and comes to the vast sky, without any education."
"What happens every time the imperial power changes." The old man continued.
"The seven sects are in turmoil, the twelve sects are in chaos, the imperial power is fighting, and the world is changing." Su Ming retracted his gaze towards the blurry moon in the sky, looked at the burning of the bonfire, and said calmly.
"In this boundless world, I have told you the limit of cultivation in the past ten years, but you still remember it." The old man said calmly.
"It is indescribable to be perfect, to realize that the Tao is boundless, and to have the Tao God come to you. If you realize it nine times, it will be like the nine layers of Tao God. The nine are the ultimate. When you reach the end, you will be able to break through, and the Tao God will be endless!"
Those who have achieved enlightenment without boundaries have never appeared in the past, so people in the world can understand the Tao, but they cannot understand what Wuya means." Su Ming said calmly, these things, in the past ten years, the old man has made Su understand bit by bit.
Ming knows.
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