Even if he doesn't leave, he should cherish the blessings given by Old Man Xiu Xun this time, because these three days of blessings can help him resist the catastrophe he is about to face.
Destroy this illusory beauty, kill all the fictional characters, including his relatives, friends, love, friendship and so on. He has the determination to sacrifice everything in order to become stronger and resist, and he has a kind of strength called strength.
The cruelty of the author destroyed everything and then reshaped it!
This is the true meaning of three days of creation, and it is also what the old man who cultivated Xun expected Su Ming to do, like an explosion in silence!
Just like cutting off thoughts and memories, ignoring the past and not caring about the future, replacing one's own memories with reshaping, using ruthlessness to complete an extremely important transformation of oneself!
This transformation is the completion of the Bone Sacrifice and the transition to becoming a powerful wild soul. This...is the destiny!
As Su Ming gradually understood these things, he became completely clear. He guessed the help of the old man Xiu Xun, and he had a vague feeling that if he followed the other person's method to rebuild his life after destruction, this would
It is equivalent to taking control of his own destiny, and at the moment he shapes it, his soul will be infected by the perfection of his state of mind.
Because of the perfection of the soul,... at the moment of shaping this life, a handsome image of Su Ming will be created!
It also means that when he walks out of here, he will no longer sacrifice bones. He will become a powerful wild soul in one fell swoop due to this strange power and the creation that Old Man Xiuxun may have paid a great price to develop.
!
Thus, he will face the next big disaster in his life!
The old man who repaired the sun paved a road for him. Although Su Ming didn't know who he was, he could feel that the old man had no ill intentions towards him...
This fortune, this great gift...Su Ming couldn't accept it.
Because the price is to destroy everything. Can he, Su Ming, grab Bai Ling who is holding his back and kill him with one palm? Can he kill the sleeping grandpa in his sleep? Can he kill Chen Xin?
, just because of perfection...
Can he kill Lei Chen, kill his parents, and crush everything in the Wushan tribe?
"I can't do it..." Su Ming smiled miserably. He could feel the warmth of Bai Ling behind him, but he couldn't do it.
Time passed slowly. Su Ming stood there, Bai Ling hugging him from behind, and the sky gradually stopped being dark and became slightly brighter.
That night, the two of them stood like this without speaking to each other. Bai Ling's head was buried on Su Ming's back, and the feeling of her heartbeat made her shed tears of love for some reason.
Those tears may have been lovesickness, but they just couldn't be shed and were stained on Su Ming's clothes.
When morning came, Su Ming chose to leave, and Bai Ling lay quietly on her bed, seemingly asleep. But the tears in her eyes were still there, dripping on the pillow, and disappeared.
That drop of tear contained so many times of looking back, so many longings, and so many sighs that maybe even Bai Ling himself couldn't count them.
Walking in the early morning sun, Su Ming walked out of the Oolong tribe. He walked silently in the mountain forest, watching the sunlight turn into beams and the leaves falling through the jungle. The little red on his shoulders seemed to feel Su Ming's
complex, followed by silence all the way.
This is the first day.
There are still two days left for Su Ming to choose.
He originally planned to go to Fengzhen Tribe, but at this moment he had no idea. He looked at Wushan Mountain in the sun and had no idea of going to see the Huoman ruins. A feeling of exhaustion filled his mind.
He chose to go home.
Return to Wushanbe, return to the home that belongs to him.
In the early morning in Wushan, everything seems to be revived. The tribesmen are doing their own things in the smoke. The children seem to be never tired, looking forward to the arrival of the day and looking forward to playing with their friends.
When Su Ming returned, he looked at the familiar tribe. He sat silently outside his tent, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, the colorful sunshine, and everything in his memory in the tribe.
He wanted to remember all of this deeply once again, like a knife, carving this scene deeply into his heart and soul.
"Could it be that only by destroying these can we control our destiny..." Su Ming whispered to himself.
"This kind of destruction may indeed allow people to control their destiny, because a cold heart cannot tolerate the slightest trace of warmth. If there is no love, all the other party's methods will have no place to live.
But..." Su Ming looked at the children running around in the open space in front of him and closed his eyes.
"Are they also false..."
The sky was getting late, dusk passed, and the moonlight shone on the earth. Su Ming had been sitting there, looking at everything in the tribe. He did not think about it anymore, but silently watched the sunrise and sunset.
He knew that when the sun rose again, it would be his last day in Wushan's memory.
Maybe next time, I don’t know when, maybe never again.
Su Ming closed his eyes and listened to the Xun music played by the tribe, and the night... passed by.
When the morning of the next day came, the sky was no longer clear, but there were dark clouds, and it started to rain lightly. But on this last day, Su Ming did not think about anything. He accompanied his grandfather with a smile.
He talked happily and went to help Grandpa Nansong organize the pharmacy. He was like a child, playing with the children and telling them stories. The silvery laughter that came out at that time became the most beautiful sound in the tribe.
He and Lei Chen were laughing and playing around, just like the teenagers who were ignorant of the outside world and didn't even think about it. They had their own friends and relatives, and they were happy and carefree.
Although Su Ming was very contemptuous towards Ula, Su Ming always smiled without any complaints and took the initiative to help Ula do her things. The smile made Ula also stunned, with a cold face.
It also gradually relaxed a lot.
Over at Beiling, Su Ming seemed to be tireless. He spent his last day being very polite, thinking about the help he received when he was a child, and the gift of teaching arrows. Even in the indifferent Beiling, he was still silent.
, nodded complicatedly towards Su Ming, and the two of them shot arrows there, just like they did many years ago.
As for Chen Xin, she happily sat aside, looking at the two men in front of her who had both fallen into her heart, and occasionally stepped forward to hand over water, and her laughter echoed.
Everyone in the tribe felt that there was something different about Su Ming on this day. On this day, he had been busy from early morning to dusk until late at night.
There was always a smile on his face, but...as the night came and the moonlight fell, no one could see the reluctance behind his smile.
When it got dark, Su Ming's smile turned bitter. He watched the lights around the tribe gradually go out, and watched everything turn from prosperity to silence, and his heart felt stinging.
"Are you leaving..." Su Ming murmured. He knew that when the sun rose again, he... would disappear into this beauty.
The bitterness on his face gradually turned into a smile. He needed to laugh, he wanted to laugh. Even if he had to leave, he was content to have these three days.
Smiling, smiling, Su Ming did not look at the moonlight or the darkness and tribes around him. Instead, he opened the door of the tent, walked in, lay down on the small bed that belonged to him, and looked at the familiar surroundings.
He smiled and slowly closed his eyes.
Go to sleep, maybe when you wake up, you will still be here...
Su Ming murmured softly.
In the end, he still did not choose the path pointed out by the old man Xiu Xun. Even if he went on, he could still be brave. Even if he went on, he would be qualified to resist the coming catastrophe.
Even so, he... still chose his own path.
All of this may not be true or false.
Mirror flowers and water moon, this month is also a moon! This flower is still a flower!
Destruction can shape new life, but retaining everything and leaving it in the depths of memory to become the most precious beauty in a lifetime, so that your heart is not cold and your love is immortal, may not be unable to shape new life!
"Destiny is mine. I choose it myself. If I say it is true, it is... really exists in my heart." Su Ming closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
"Farewell...my Wushan..."
"Goodbye...my relatives..."
"My friends... my love, everything in my childhood... you will always be in my heart, in the deepest part of my heart, becoming my warmth... Farewell..."
This is the feeling of sleep that he has never found since he left Wushan, even on the ninth peak. That feeling is the taste in his memory...
At the moment when he was sleeping, Su Ming couldn't hear a sigh revolving in the darkness. The sound of the sigh contained a confusing feeling that was impossible to distinguish.
The world was gradually shrouded in mist, and the heaven and earth gradually turned into nothingness.
When Su Ming opened his eyes again, the first thing he heard was the sound of the sea water, what he smelled was the fishy smell of the sea, and what he saw... was the lonely island. There were no Wushan mountains, no tribes, and no...
Not the slightest trace of a human being.
The only one there was the bald crane lying there with its eyes sparsely open.
Su Ming stood there for a long time, until he closed his eyes again and then slowly opened them.
"I woke up from the dream." The scenes of those three days can still be seen in Su Ming's eyes. A sadness will be integrated into his temperament from now on. This is the sadness of the soul, this is the sadness of homesickness.
This is the astringency that cannot be blown away by the wind, this is what he chose, it is beautiful.
Sighing softly, Su Ming clasped his fists and bowed respectfully to the island at his feet. He was bowing to the old man who built the Xun, and he was thanking him for his three days of good fortune.
After bowing, Su Ming raised his head, took a step forward, grabbed the bald crane, and turned into a rainbow, flying straight into the sky.
Behind him, the island slowly disappeared, leaving only the sad melody, whirling, as if sending Su Ming away until he left.