Who can enter your life is determined by fate, but who can stay in your life!> Fate cannot decide, the only one who can really decide is yourself.
Since you can't forget it, just don't forget it, even if everything becomes empty... Even if everything becomes the afterglow of dusk, it will dissipate as the night falls and no trace can be found.
Su Ming walked past Tian Xiezi who was wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat. Just like his life, he walked from winter to spring, or to other seasons, until he walked to the city gate, there was no wind and snow behind him.
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Until he reached the city gate, behind him came Tian Xiezi's soft sigh, which contained pity, complexity, and pride.
It was a life of pity for Su Ming, it was a complicated choice of Su Ming, and it was also a path of pride for Su Ming. This sigh gradually went away, getting further and further away from Su Ming, until his footsteps walked out of the city gate.
, the moment he entered the capital of the ancient burial country, the sigh behind him seemed to have been isolated for countless years and disappeared.
Su Ming did not look back and walked in the capital, walking, walking.
He did not need to know the direction, because the moment he entered the city gate, he had already seen the direction and saw the three tall towers erected in the capital in the distance. These three towers,
At the top of each tower is a figure sitting cross-legged.
On the tall tower in the middle, the person sitting is wearing a royal robe, and there is a strong sense of luck. It seems that the entire world, the entire vicissitudes, and the entire ancient burial country are centered on this person. It seems... where this person is...
The place where he is is the Ancient Burial Country. If he is not here, then the Ancient Burial Country cannot be called an Ancient Burial Country!
He is the emperor of the Ancient Burial Kingdom, the one who embodies the destiny of the entire Ancient Burial Kingdom... the Emperor of the Ancient Burial Kingdom!
Next to it, which can be regarded as the top of the third tower, the cross-legged figure is a middle-aged man. This man looks very beautiful and full of a sense of enchantment. This feeling is extremely strong and becomes an aura surrounding him.
His surroundings made this person seem to be the most incongruous person in the world when Su Ming looked at him.
It seems that this person, even his luck, is completely incompatible with him. He cannot tolerate heaven and earth, the sky, or all living beings in the world, because...heaven and earth, the sky, and all living beings cannot surpass him in level.
existence, because...he seems to be the only creator in this entire vastness!
He can create heaven and earth, so how can he integrate himself into heaven and earth? He can create the sky, but how can he surrender his identity to merge with the sky? He can create and change all living things, but how can he merge. If it is really said that integration should be
Heaven and earth, the sky, all living things, come and try to merge with him!
He is Shura!
The way he condenses, the supreme and domineering Shura!
There are three towers with the Emperor in the middle, Shura in the third tower, and the figure sitting cross-legged on the first tower... is staring at Su Ming at the moment.
That figure, carrying the vicissitudes of life and the passage of time, seemed to have been here cross-legged for a long time, waiting here for Su Ming... for a long time.
This figure does not have the emperor-like concentration of the entire ancient burial destiny, nor does it have the extremely domineering I am creation of Shura, but there is an energy in this figure that seems to be able to distinguish between true and false, and can see through all illusions.
, and even see through the indescribable atmosphere of time.
This aura seems to be the limit of wisdom, an end point where life can be understood clearly, and it is also a path... as if one can clearly understand destiny, tyranny, and all things, all life, and everything.
On this road, he can never see illusions, he can see the reality he wants to see!
That’s... Gu Hong!
Gu Hong, one of the three ninth-level Tao gods in the ancient burial country, or in other words, these three people at this moment are no longer the ninth-level Tao gods. Perhaps they have cut off their own Tao and achieved their own...
The road has no limit!
Shura has cut off his own Tao and has become the Unlimited Tao. Apparently, the Ancient Emperor has also cut off his own destiny within these two thousand years, thus becoming the Unlimited Tao!
And Gu Hong... he can now sit cross-legged on the high tower, which already shows that he... has also made a choice!
Beheading is not a true beheading, but a decision, a choice, this choice... You can't go back, you can't go back, right is right, wrong is wrong, there are two ways, maybe one is right,
Maybe both are wrong...
Once you choose, it's yours for life.
Su Ming paused for a moment and stood on the street of the ancient capital of the Burial Kingdom. People were passing by in a hurry. Su Ming didn't look at them because he knew that even if he did, he wouldn't be able to remember these faces, so he simply didn't look at them.
The only thing he looked at was Gu Hong on the first tower.
The old man was also looking at Su Ming, with a smile gradually appearing on his lips.
"You boy, I have been waiting for you for two thousand years!" The old man's voice was filled with laughter. At this moment, it suddenly came out from the high tower where he was, echoing throughout the capital, and reached Su Ming's ears.
middle.
Su Ming felt the warmth contained in this simple sentence very deeply, making his heart feel warm at this moment. That kind of care was very real, and it really made Su Ming...
Will remember it for a lifetime.
"Disciple Su Ming, pay homage to the master." Su Ming looked at the figure on the tower in the distance, gradually clasped his fists, and bowed deeply towards there.
The laughter was filled with vicissitudes of life, and even more so with joy. When it came out again, the old man on the tower had disappeared and appeared in front of Su Ming.
He still looked the same, but he was less weird and more old. When he looked at Su Ming, his eyes showed happiness. After looking at Su Ming carefully for a few times, his laughter became even louder.
"Okay, okay, okay, after all, I have not let my master wait for two thousand years in vain. I promised you back then that I would let you see with your own eyes the battle between me and those two immortals.
This is a promise made by me as a teacher. Since it is a promise, just keep it. Not to mention just two thousand years, even if it is twenty thousand years, two hundred thousand years or even ten thousand epochs, my teacher will always wait!" The old man's face originally looked like this.
There are a lot of wrinkles, but now in this laughter, even the wrinkles seem to be less.
"Let's go!" The old man laughed happily, took Su Ming's right hand, and with a sway, he appeared directly on the high tower where he was before.
There was only one seat at the top of the tower, because at the second and third towers, Su Ming could clearly see that... there was only one person sitting cross-legged and meditating.
But on this first high tower, there are two places to cross one's knees. The other places are obviously the result of the old man's two thousand years of condensation. This move is very simple and looks very ordinary, but it is this ordinary place.
The moment Su Ming saw this seat, his heart trembled.
This seat contains the old man's care for Su Ming and all his kindness towards Su Ming, his disciple. It does not require any other reward. It is just a kind of care and a testimony of Tao.
Just like his fate with Su Ming, just like the path they chose... it was a similar journey.
"You two immortals, we can fight now. My disciple is back, haha." The old man stood there and laughed. The sound of his voice made Su Ming feel familiar and unbelievably friendly.
Almost at the moment when these words came out, Shura's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a ruthless light in his eyes. His appearance changed and his aura was also different from before. The ruthlessness in his eyes made his whole person look...
It seems that he is no longer a monk.
"For the sake of a monk, I would rather avoid fighting for two thousand years by sealing it. Gu Hong...your way is still as disgusting as ever!"
"Nonsense, my disciple belongs to me and you, of course you have to care about it. If I don't care, who can care about that old immortal who plays with luck?" The old man rolled his eyes and snorted coldly.
, and immediately started to curse.
As he spoke, the figure sitting cross-legged on the tall tower in the middle, the emperor of the Ancient Burial Kingdom, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Su Ming. There was not much change in emotion in his expression, only a sigh.
"Xuan'er..."
"My name is Su Ming." Su Ming looked at the emperor of the Ancient Burial Kingdom, was silent for a moment, and then spoke slowly.
The emperor of the Ancient Burial Kingdom, the figure sitting cross-legged on the high tower in the middle, also fell silent. After a while, his deep voice came out slowly, as if the whole world was spinning.
"Do you still remember...the story of the wanderer who left home..."
Su Ming's eyes narrowed and he looked at the emperor carefully. He thought of the old man he saw at a noodle stall in the dark night three thousand years ago.
"Why continue to be confused? I'm not surprised that you can be chosen by Gu Hong to become a disciple, because your way is similar to his, but now that Gu Hong has made the choice, you... are still not awake
Come?
Wake up, my Xuan'er, when you wake up, you will be... the emperor of the ancient burial country. When you wake up... the fate of the entire ancient burial will be condensed into you, and you will be the condensed mine.
The only inheritor of the Way of Luck and Guhong, you will be...the true Tao without boundaries!" The figure of the ancient buried emperor slowly stood up from the tower, and when he stared at Su Ming, his
The sound was like the sound of heaven and earth. As it reverberated at this moment, all the lives in the entire capital were shaken in their hearts at this moment, and they all knelt down in an instant.
Not only them, but the sects from all directions, and all the monks in the entire ancient burial country, all knelt down in their respective directions at this moment, facing this place... as if they were worshiping, worshiping this ancient burial aura.
transport!
The sky changes, as if it has formed chaos, and the earth has become foggy, as if it has become vast. Everything, at this moment, seems to be centered around that figure!
"This is his Dao Wuya, not mine." The old man spoke slowly beside Su Ming, watching the changes in the world.
Life has limits, knowledge has no limits, and the paths of reincarnation have no limits.
The earth is boundless, the sky is boundless, and the thoughts of life and death are boundless.
Let me tell you about today’s hard experience. I got up at a little after 6 a.m. after recovering from a serious illness and went to catch the 7:30 a.m. flight. I arrived at the airport before 7 a.m., and after completing all the check-in procedures, I was suddenly told that my flight was
Late, take off at 10 o'clock.
I felt depressed at the time. If I had known this, I might as well have slept a little longer. It was 10 o'clock, so I found a seat to lean on, took a nap, and set the alarm clock on my phone. When I woke up at 9:30, it was exactly 10 o'clock.
Feeling energetic and ready to get on the plane.
But at this moment, I was told by the airport that the time had been changed to 11 o'clock. I cursed in my heart, so I found a coffee shop and started typing, but the surroundings were very messy and I was writing slowly. Finally, at 11 o'clock, suddenly
Bad news, the flight was canceled due to heavy snowfall in Mudanjiang and the airport was closed. I'm going to go there every day!
Not only was one day canceled, but tomorrow’s was also cancelled. I had to go home the day after tomorrow, but I was anxious, so I quickly refunded the ticket and gritted my teeth and bought the ticket to Harbin. I was very persistent and I must go back today.
Home!
I arrived in Harbin at 3:30 in the afternoon. I looked at the heavy snow outside and suddenly remembered the kindness of Chen Meng from Guangzhou who picked me up at the airport... I called a black car and drove on the highway in the wind and snow. I was still on the road at the moment.
I estimate I'll be home in one and a half hours.
I have just recovered from a serious illness. From 6 o'clock in the morning to now, I wrote this chapter in the black car, using my mobile phone to connect to the computer for updates.
There is only one chapter left, because I have already seen my cold Taoist friend who left me this morning slowly coming back with a lewd smile.