Volume Three: Famous in the Eastern Wilds Chapter 580: Usurping Life!
"Whether it's true or false...does it matter..." Su Ming looked at the sea and sky in the distance and whispered to himself.
Is it important...how can it not be important? That is his most beautiful memory, that is his Wushan...it is a yellowed scroll lifted up by the incomprehensible breeze...
"It's not important." Su Ming closed his eyes. When he opened them after a long time, he felt a little tired. This fatigue was not physical, but spiritual.
It's like burying an entire city and blowing out all the lights. What is touched is not the darkness, but the invisible strangeness, and an unknown sunset, someone's face, and someone's childhood for more than ten years...
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Scenes of memories after leaving Wushan emerged in his mind, and eventually turned into a huge ball of thread, which made it difficult for people to see through, figure out, and sort out.
This feeling of exhaustion sprouted in Su Ming's heart, and as time went by, it would become deeper and deeper, until it took over all of him, turning into a hint of loneliness in his expression.
The wind blows on the sea surface, reflecting the gradually darkening clouds in the sky in the sparkling waves. It is the sunset outside the clouds. Looking at the sunset through the clouds and mist, Su Mingru tightly hugs a raft called Loneliness.
But I can't swim out of the sea of memories, I can't learn to let go...
He stood there, his hair blown by the wind, like a dance swaying in life, and the sound brought by the wind blowing through the gaps in his hair became the saddest piece of Xun music in the years.
When Bai Su left Chen Xin in Beiling, she woke up from the illusory realm. Her world became clear for a moment. What she saw was Su Ming's figure looking at the sea and the sky.
The surroundings were very quiet. The old man in white robe, the leader of Tianmen, and the people who had chosen to stand on the left before were all silent at the moment.
The fatigue in Su Ming's heart was like a soft song. The song spread out, making people immersed in the silence, unwilling to make any sound or interrupt.
It's just... this song about Wushan... I don't know who the years have given the ending to...
Su Ming had not shed tears for a long time. At this moment, tears were gradually flowing down his eyes. However, he was unaware of the tears flowing out and seemed to have forgotten their existence.
The color of the tears was transparent, but when they crossed Su Ming's cheeks, they seemed to be stained with his loneliness, making them turn into a bitter taste when they fell on the corners of Su Ming's mouth.
Perhaps everyone's tears have no taste when they first flow out, just like the newly born rain. In the course of its life, the color of its cheeks gradually changes and turns bitter.
Bai Su came to Su Ming's side at some point. Her face was a little pale. She looked at Su Ming, gently raised her hand, and dyed her fingertips with Su Ming's tears.
"Thank you." Su Ming said softly, and the warmth of the fingertips touching his face made him open his eyes.
The setting sun shines through the clouds, with a slightly reddish color, and shines on the sea surface, looking like a dirty bright color... This scene is beautiful, with the slender Su Ming, the beautiful Bai Su, the hair blown away by the wind, and
All around the sea... giant heads popped up one after another.
But the roars of those sea giants broke this beautiful scene and dispersed the silent atmosphere. Those low roars did not disappear because of Beiling's departure.
Almost at the moment when those sea giants roared, Su Ming raised his hand and gently grabbed the sky. With this grab, it was not the sky that moved, but the sea. The sea whirled around violently, forming a huge scene.
The vortex rotated rumblingly, causing the sea giants inside to struggle one by one, and even their roars were drowned out by the sound of the waves.
Gradually, the people around him looked at Su Ming with strong awe and a hint of fear, because the vortex on the sea surface rotated faster and faster. In the end, at this extreme speed, the wind stirred up, driving
The water has become a knife that can cut flesh and blood and separate broken bones!
The screams and screams, and the struggling attempts to escape, all failed to have the slightest effect under the rotation of the vortex, and could only turn into a bloody red, and the flesh and blood separated from the bones.
Until... when there was no complete sea giant on the sea, and only a red ocean of broken bones existed, Su Ming slowly held it with his right hand.
The moment he clenched his fist, the rotating sea surface floated up except for drops of blood. The blood condensed into a huge blood ball in front of Su Ming.
With the appearance of blood balls, the sea water returned to its original color. The blood balls floating in front of Su Ming had the souls of nearly a hundred sea giants flashing inside them. From time to time, there was a shrill and shrill sound that could only be felt by the mind.
wailing.
The blood mass was like boiling, shrinking under the constant condensation, slowly shrinking, until finally, it turned into a strange red color like fingernails, floating towards Su Ming.
Su Ming suddenly raised his head. The loneliness in his eyes was buried deep in his heart. What was revealed was the calmness of the past. He suddenly raised his right hand and touched the blood with his index finger, as if hooking the drop of blood.
, as if his fingertips became a pen, drawing in the air, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke...
Su Ming didn't know how many strokes he had drawn before a complex rune appeared in front of him. The rune emitted blood and showed a vitality. It was the condensed life of all sea giants.
Usurping fate, one word can represent everything!
Su Ming would not tamper with life, but in his perception of the black wood, under his constant groping, although he woke up on the way and did not fully understand, he was able to touch a layer of threads that he had not known before.
life!
Everyone has a different life! It is the pattern of life, the most brilliant light in a living being. This light is not visible to everyone, but if it is extinguished, life will become extinct. If it is changed, the destiny will change drastically.
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This is numerology!
Huzi's smiling face, his honest look, and the figure who finally stood in front of him, guarding him like a mountain, appeared in his mind.
"Although I have a little experience with life, I still don't know what life is... I will not tamper with numerology, nor will I resurrect the dead... However, my blood and hair can make Sima Xin's puppets alive
, my life is so strange in this land of death, then I can use the blood of life as a guide, and use my life to restore my senior brother..." Su Ming murmured in his heart, he drew the rune
, it was his perception of the black wooden block, the only thing that appeared in his mind at the last moment, before the moment of awakening!
The appearance of this rune was the result of Su Ming's enlightenment. At the same time as it appeared, he felt familiar with it. That familiarity made it seem like this rune was himself!
This was a mark formed by his numerology. Su Ming could feel that the runes of this mark were not complete yet, but even so, it still contained his destiny.
Under the painting of this rune mark, the clouds in the sky suddenly seemed to be still and motionless, and the surrounding sea was strangely devoid of waves. Just like the waves just now had life, they did not dare to show it at this moment.
Su Ming's body also exuded an extremely strong life-cultivating aura at this moment. The moment this aura swirled in all directions and shot straight into the sky, the thick clouds in the sky suddenly faded, and gradually, even more
It was much thinner, so that where Su Ming was sitting, the light of the setting sun shone through the clouds with a stronger light than the surroundings.
Bai Su looked at Su Ming blankly. In her pupils, Su Ming's hair was suddenly showing signs of change...
The colors of the vicissitudes of life are gray, white, and an endless expanse of snow.
Stroke by stroke, while drawing the last stroke, Su Ming bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood fell on the bloody rune, making the rune suddenly become agile and emit a dazzling light.
The light, when Su Ming raised his right hand, was drawn by it and he took a step towards Hu Zi lying there.
After taking this step, Su Ming was already standing in front of Hu Zi. The index finger of his right hand, carrying the bloody rune mark and the life that belonged to Su Ming, suddenly touched the center of Hu Zi's eyebrows.
The moment his fingers touched the center of Huzi's eyebrows, Su Ming's hair suddenly grew into many strands at a speed visible to the naked eye, all straight and white!
Huzi's whole body was shaken, and the rune was suddenly printed on his eyebrows. When the rune flashed, it was as if it was imprinted on Huzi's body and soul.
A touch of blood flashed from between Huzi's eyebrows and covered his whole body. When the blood spread to his chest, the ferocious tear on Huzi's chest was wiped away. As the blood flowed, it spread all over his body.
Huzi's arms recovered from the bloody mess.
Bursts of snoring sounds came from Huzi's mouth. The sound was like thunder, earth-shattering...
Huzi's longevity was not cut off, he suffered a serious injury that was difficult to cure and lost all his vitality. This kind of repair is much simpler than losing the longevity of heaven, but it is definitely not something that ordinary people can do. Only those who cultivate life can do it.
Only then can such an injured person recover as normal!
Su Ming has no ability to change Huzi's numerology, but he can use his own numerology to nourish the other person and revive Huzi!
However, after all, Su Ming has not truly entered the path of cultivating his life. He is just lingering on the threshold. As a result, the act of healing Hu Zi will have to pay a huge price for him.
But no matter how high the price was, Su Ming would not hesitate at all, because... this is Huzi, this is Su Ming's third senior brother!
After hearing Hu Zi's snoring, Su Ming's pale face showed a smile. At this moment, the clouds in the sky were thinning continuously. A ray of golden-red light was completely reflected in the thin gaps in the clouds, and fell on it.
Su Ming's body shone on his hair.
It is black and white interspersed, it is the vicissitudes of life that look like gray but not gray, it is the candlelight in the clouds, the sadness of being homeless or unable to find one's hometown...