It's just that the world in the dream is so real, the ninth peak of Nanchen is so warm, and the care from Senior Brother Huzi, Second Senior Brother and First Senior Brother, every time I think of it, it makes people feel warm.
, there is a kind of indescribable longing.
It turns out that these are all dreams...
He was not involved in the Void Cave in Wushan Mountain, nor did his grandfather disappear, and he had never been there... There was no master named Tian Xiezi in Nanchen.
It turns out that this is really a dream...
I have not worshiped the Tianhan Sect, nor have I been to the Nine Yin Realm, nor have I seen any people from the Wu Clan, nor the disasters in the East Wilderness, nor the scenes of grudges against the people of Ditian.
He had no cultivation and finally reached the Great Perfection of the Barbarian Soul and became... a Barbarian God.
"This dream is so long..." Su Ming murmured, sitting on a dry tree in the area given to the Wushan tribe by the Fengzhen tribe. He sat there and looked into the distance, the wind on the horizon.
The snow blew on his body with a whimper, making him feel a little cold subconsciously.
"In the dream, I saw those familiar people, Beiling, Chenxin, Wula and so on... the fairy clan, the witch clan, the barbarian clan, the old man who cultivated Xun, and the land of death." Su Ming sighed softly.
"Is this really...a dream?" Su Ming raised his head and looked at the flying snow in the sky, confusion appearing in his eyes.
Behind Su Ming is a tribe that is no longer complete. Those tribesmen who migrated from Wushan have lost their relatives and homes, and can only become tributaries of Fengzhen within the scope of the Fengzhen tribe.
Grandpa was severely injured and has been in a coma.
Lei Chen left. I don’t know where he went. Maybe he will come back one day, maybe...
Wula died, Nansong died, many tribesmen have become corpses, and bursts of sadness permeated the entire tribe. It was so heavy that it seemed like your breathing was frozen.
Shan Hen also died, died in his own hands. Su Ming lowered his head. Looking at his own hands, he fell silent.
In the tribe behind him, the little girl named Tongtong had been huddled in the corner, holding a broken doll and shedding tears.
"Su Ming, it's about to begin." In Su Ming's silence, a deep voice came from beside him. The voice came from Beiling. Beiling's face was pale. He walked over step by step and stood in front of Su Ming.
Under the big tree.
Su Ming looked at Beiling. In his dream, this person was from the Immortal Clan. He was a person from the Daye Immortal Sect, a disciple of Di Tian, but... it was just a dream after all, wasn't it...
Su Ming shook his head and jumped down from the big tree.
A funeral to worship the dead souls of Wushan. In this tribe, amid the sadness and silent crying of all the tribesmen, the burning flames danced with strange twists, and within the flames were neatly placed...
…One corpse after another from the Wushan tribe. Those are the remains of all the people who could be found who died for the tribe.
Most of these corpses were incomplete and rarely appeared complete. The flames were burning on their bodies. In this midwinter wind and snow, all the Wushan tribesmen around them knelt on the ground silently one by one.
Looking at the light and dark in the burning flame, and hearing the sound of crackling, the silent crying of the tribesmen around him became suppressed, making the surrounding area even colder.
In the flames, Su Ming saw Wula, saw many familiar faces, saw many, many.
Late at night on the third day after the funeral, Su Ming stood in the tribe, looking at the snow in the sky and the dark earth reflected in the snowflakes in the distance. He saw the figure of a woman standing there.
, as if waiting for myself silently.
That's Bai Ling.
The wind and snow were very strong, and the world seemed to be fragmented and unable to be reunited. In the snow, Su Ming walked towards Bai Ling and stood with her, silently, without speaking to each other.
Bai Ling was dressed in white mink fur, with snow on her black hair. Her beautiful face was particularly beautiful in the wind and snow, but the concern and sadness in her eyes made her look at Su Ming in a daze, and her eyes gradually shed tears.
Tears.
"I'm leaving... to a very far away place. My parents sent the message and asked someone to pick me up..."
Bai Ling bit her lower lip and looked at Su Ming.
"Come with me." Bai Ling said softly.
Su Ming felt bitter in his heart. He had lost many members of his tribe. He had lost too much. He couldn't leave. It was even harder for him to keep Bai Ling. He... didn't know why he had come to keep Bai Ling so that she wouldn't be able to leave.
Go meet her parents.
"Take care of yourself along the way." Su Ming was silent for a long time and then spoke bitterly.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ling walked up to Su Ming and gently hugged his body. A face with cold lips and a face that Su Ming could not forget replaced his
world.
Those lips were cold, but there was warmth in the coldness and the bitterness of tears, which merged together to form a... parting kiss.
"Our agreement is still there. It is not seven days, not seven years, but a lifetime...Su Ming, I will wait for you, always, always..." Bai Ling turned around and ran towards the distance, tears in the wind
You couldn't see where it fell in the snow, but a drop seemed to fall on Su Ming's face.
The same coldness, I couldn't tell whether it was tears or snow.
Su Ming stood there, and kept standing until he vaguely saw two tall figures beside Bai Ling in the distance, leading Bai Ling away as if they were protecting him.
Su Ming couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart, and he was silent for a long, long time.
Half a month after Bai Ling left, Grandpa regained consciousness.
Grandpa did not say anything about what happened in the battle with Black Mountain Barbarian, and Su Ming did not talk to anyone about it. The death of Black Mountain Barbarian gradually became a thing of the past as time went by.
Su Ming could feel that his personality had changed. He was no longer lively, but had become accustomed to silence. The joy of the clan members in the tribe had disappeared. The sadness of losing relatives and friends made everyone choose silence.
He began to practice all day and all night, and began to continuously refine medicine stones to improve his cultivation. But from time to time, he would open his eyes while meditating late at night and recall the dream.
Time flies and it's ten years.
Ten years can change a lot. As children grow up and time goes by, the sadness of ten years ago has become very faint. Only during the annual sacrifices, people will think of the misery of ten years ago.
.
The Wushan tribe has completely become a tributary of Fengzhen, because grandpa... has lost his cultivation and has become an old man with a waning moon.
During these ten years, Su Ming accompanied his grandpa. In the winter of the tenth year, in an icy late night, the cold wind outside whimpered and blew against the tent, causing the lights in the tent to shake. Grandpa was lying there,
At this time, he was already extremely old. He looked at Su Ming and the grown-up young man in front of him.
"Grandpa can no longer walk with you... La Su, don't be sad, this day will come eventually... Remember what grandpa has said to you over the years, remember... Jieman Mountain... you must go
When looking for Jieman Mountain, you must find this mountain.
Grandpa doesn't know exactly where this mountain is. I only know that it... is in your heart. Find this mountain and you will find everything you want there."
These were the last words my grandfather said to Su Ming before he died.
Grandpa, return to the ruins...
On the third day after Grandpa's death, Su Ming's cultivation reached Kaichen, and he became the second person in the tribe to do so. The first one was Beiling.
The existence of two Kaichen realms allowed the Wushan tribe to occupy a very high position among the Fengzhen tribe, causing the Wushan tribe to start a migration... back to their hometown.
Even the Fengzhen tribe will not stop such migration, because the Wushan tribe now has such qualifications.
It was a homecoming after ten years. When the entire Wushan tribe returned to the ruins of Wushan ten years ago, many old people knelt on that land with tears in their eyes.
The sound of crying echoed around.
Wushan is no longer what it was back then, with only four peaks. The tribes at the foot of Wushan, during the reconstruction ten years later, are slowly reappearing the outlines of the past.
This is home, the home of the Wushan tribe, and the soul of the Wushan people.
The years passed by slowly in this silence, with each spring, summer, autumn and winter. The wedding of Beiling and Chenxin was held in the autumn under Wushan Mountain. The wedding was very grand, because one was Wushan.
The patriarch of the mountain, and the other is the daughter of the patriarch of the previous generation.
Beiling became the clan leader of Wushan the moment he entered Kaichen.
Many people were intoxicated by the joy and laughter of this wedding after the clan members returned to their hometown. Su Ming stood silently in the distance, watching the clan members dance outside the bonfire late at night, and heard happy songs in his ears.
Seeing the happy smile on Chen Xin's face, and seeing the majestic erectness of a clan leader under Bei Ling's handsome appearance, he drank in silence.
He thought of Bai Ling.
It has been seventeen years since Bai Ling left.
Su Ming still remembers the cold kiss when Bai Ling left seventeen years ago, and still remembers the promise.
I still remember that he only remembered it by chance now, the dream in his mind when he woke up seventeen years ago. It was a very, very long dream.
That night, Su Ming was drunk. His seventeen years of silence and reluctance to talk gave him a very high dignity in the Wushan tribe. Especially after he became the Wushan Barbarian Duke, his
His majesty made all the tribesmen dare not say more words in front of him.
Drunk and holding a wine bottle, Su Ming looked at Beiling and Chen Xin, turned around and walked towards his tent, and started practicing. Outside his tent, squatting was a somewhat old fire monkey, it was Xiao Hong.
The passage of time, the farewells of birth, old age, illness and death, gradually followed the falling leaves, drawing growth rings, circle after circle, representing each year.
Another thirty years have passed. (To be continued)
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