Volume Four, Chapter 942: A Thousand Years Delayed Sigh
E Cang cloned himself and closed his eyes.
The Sky Devouring clone also closed its eyes, and Su Ming's cultivation clone also closed its eyes.
If his soul had eyes, it would have closed them after witnessing the moment of Bai Ling's indifferent expression.
That was Bai Ling, not Bai Su. Su Ming would not be mistaken.
Just like a monk has no dreams, but Su Ming had a dream. When he woke up from the dream, he was confused and asked who was whose obsession...
Or, she is his obsession, or maybe, it turns out that he is her obsession.
Everything wakes up from the dream, but does not wake up with it. In the shattered void, the songs of the years are still singing. In the sea of memory, there is still a lonely boat slowly sailing into the line between the sky and the sea.
Who is she? This question did not appear in Su Ming's heart for too long before he got the answer. On the barbarian land back then, the three Moon Tribulation Realm powerhouses from Su Ming's soul brought to Su Ming a scene.
, he once saw a woman, she was Bai Ling, she was also Bai Su, she was also... the saint of Fengmen of Daochen Realm.
Also, Xu Hui’s senior sister.
"It turns out that the answer is this..."
"But, I am no longer the same person I was back then. With the passage of thousands of years, I have learned a lot." Su Ming shook his head. He calmly discovered that he didn't have any heartache or the kind of confusion that felt like his heart was being swallowed by the void.
It seems that he has been prepared for this answer in his heart for a long time. Even now that he has seen the truth, he is used to being alone. It seems that the more he experiences, there is nothing in this world that can make him feel so heartbroken.
Feeling of rupture.
Even on the earliest Wushan Mountain, that wild and beautiful woman planted a thought in his heart. This thought has been deeply rooted in Su Ming for thousands of years. When he met Bai Su at the ninth peak, this thought became even deeper...
It seems that every other time in the world, there is a force that guides Su Ming to remember, to think of the white heads in the wind and snow, and to think of the promise in the snow.
"Bai Ling as a child, Bai Su as an adult, and... the Saint of Fengmen in today's vicissitudes of life, their deep obsessions, step by step, connected reincarnation and weaved a thousand-year network.
I wonder if there is anything in me, Su Ming, that can make Di Tian and this Fengmen saintess be so persistent." Su Ming smiled.
If it weren't for the existence of the evil eye, Su Ming might have continued to lie to himself and continued to be unwilling to think about the lies that had been compiled for thousands of years. He wanted to leave a trace of beauty in his heart and did not want to let it all turn into naked cruelty.
He doesn't want to, he doesn't want to...
However, waking up from the dream is like walking out of the world of mortals.
In the mortal world, people will remember each other and never forget each other, miss each other but know each other... but they will not meet each other.
After we left, we no longer remembered each other, missed each other, missed each other, or knew each other. We could only forget each other, and we could only meet each other after becoming strangers.
In this case, simply look at the joys and sorrows indifferently, face the silent ending with a smile, and wake up with a smile, with less persistence and more freedom and ease.
The promise will be fulfilled one day, but it is only the fulfillment of the promise and the fulfillment of a life, not because of a certain person.
Su Ming stood on the mountain rock, facing the sun, his long hair undulating in the mountain wind, but the wind could only blow his hair and the corners of his clothes, but it could not move Su Ming's heart.
It seems that the undulating hair is Su Ming's memory, which is gradually blown away by the wind, but what never blows away is the frozen dust in the sky.
As a result, a heart began to become frozen, wrapping itself up in layers.
I no longer expect anything good, my face is as cold as the cold light as my heart is frozen, only the bottom of my heart that outsiders cannot see, in this frozen area, in this range where the sunlight cannot penetrate, there is no way to dry the dampness
, drop by drop, dyed the fallen leaves all over the mountains and fields red.
A ray of love, broken.
The ignorance of first love is like a bone flower that has not bloomed. It has been delayed for thousands of years and still chooses to wither.
Su Ming smiled. The smile was not bitter, but light, old, and filled with a silent sigh.
He suddenly understood that what he knew back then, the sigh in the wind and snow was not someone else, but himself. This was actually still wrong. It was himself who sighed, but it was not him back then, but...now.
"It turns out that even sighing is thousands of years late." Su Ming smiled and gradually started laughing. His laughter echoed around the world, making this morning filled with his laughter.
This laughter caused the people of the ninth tribe to be stunned and look at each other. It also aroused the sidelong glances of Xu Hui inside the house.
"Lao Wu, do you have some wine?" Su Ming's voice spread in the laughter, and fell into the ears of Ninth Mosha at the foot of the mountain. He was stunned at first, because this was the first time he heard the name Lao Wu from Su.
Ming heard here.
How could he not know what this meant? Ninth Mosha's body was trembling and his expression showed excitement. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"Yes!" He said loudly, and with a sway, he escaped into the mountain, reappeared as a rainbow, and stood beside Su Ming in an instant. He raised his right hand and waved, and immediately poured out a few bottles of wine, and appeared next to Su Ming.
side.
Su Ming directly picked up a jar and patted the sealing mud. He didn't need a bowl to hold it in. He put it to his mouth and took a big gulp.
This drink was brewed by people from the tribe of Shenyuan Xinghai. It was different from what the monks drank. Its spiciness was like a burst of hot air that exploded in the body and went straight to the mind.
But it doesn't make people unconscious, but their spirits are lifted by the impact.
The Ninth Mo Sha also picked up a jar of wine and drank with Su Ming.
"If life is just like the first time we met..." Su Ming put down the wine jar and leaned against the rock. His long hair was disheveled and his expression was full of indulgence. After saying this with a smile, he took another big sip.
"Fourth Senior Brother, what does this sentence mean?" Ninth Mosha was startled, and he tasted this sentence carefully. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the meaning of vicissitudes contained in this sentence was heavy.
People are depressed.
"You don't understand." The person who answered him was not Su Ming, but Xu Hui, who walked out of the house with a pale and frail face. She walked out lightly, and the sunlight fell on her face, reflecting a rainbow-like glow.
of beauty.
That beauty carries holiness, time, and even gentleness.
"If life is just like the first time we met, I have heard this sentence said by many people, but the words said by everyone are not as profound as the sentence I just heard." Xu Hui looked at Su Ming,
She saw Su Ming drinking wine in the sunshine, and the wine spilled from the corner of his mouth, making it unclear whether he was drinking or mistaking the wine for bitterness.
"When you have experienced vicissitudes of life, experienced changes in people's hearts, and experienced all the roads you didn't want to go but have already walked, you will sigh in those years when you grow old.
It would be great if everyone and everything in life could go back to the earliest times, because the beauty of the earliest times is a memory that can never be found again after the washing of time.
If life is just like the first time we met..." Xu Hui murmured and shook her head.
"There are still many things that you need to do in your tribe. You go, I will accompany you...Fourth Brother." Xu Hui walked to Su Ming's side and sat down. She was clothed in burlap and took off Su Ming's clothes.
Ming picked up the empty wine jar in his hand, wiped off the sealing mud, and put it into Su Ming's hand.
Ninth Mosha was silent. After bowing to Su Ming with his fists clasped, he silently turned around and left. When he turned around, there was a hint of reminiscence in his expression. What came to mind were Su Ming's words.
"If you want to drink, I'll accompany you." Xu Hui also took a wine jar herself, with a calming gaze in her eyes, she met Su Ming's eyes as he turned around.
"I've already drank a jar." Su Ming looked at Xu Hui with an unruly look in his eyes.
Xu Hui smiled, her smile was very elegant, with a sense of luxury, she looked at Su Ming, raised the wine jar with her jade hand, and after taking the first sip, she quickly put it down and frowned, obviously this was
The spiciness of the wine was beyond her expectation, and her pale face was now rosy. It took her a while to recover, but she picked it up again, and this time, drank it all in one breath.
After finishing the drink, she put the wine jar aside, raised her head and looked at Su Ming, with a vague look in her eyes.
"I caught up."
Su Ming looked at Xu Hui for a moment, then picked up the wine jar and put it to his mouth. Xu Hui took a deep breath and picked up a wine jar full of wine again. As if she wanted to compete with Su Ming, she picked it up and drank heavily.
stand up.
She drank quickly and finished it all in a short time. She looked proud, but when she looked at Su Ming, her expression immediately stiffened, and there was unkindness and slight anger in her eyes.
Su Ming put down the wine jar and drank only half of it.
"It's okay today. Let's drink it another day." Su Ming said calmly.
"No, I've already drank two jars!" Xu Hui stood up angrily.
"I didn't let you drink it." Su Ming looked at Xu Hui and said calmly.
"You don't want to drink, right?" Xu Hui glared at Su Ming, nodded, picked up another jar, and drank it all again in front of Su Ming.
"...I don't drink with people with many moles." Su Ming's eyelids twitched, he turned around and put down the wine jar. The wine was too spicy, and Xu Hui's arrival made Su Ming feel very sad for some reason.
It's calm, but I don't feel drunk anymore.
"Su Ming!!" Xu Hui's eyes were full of anger. She held the empty wine jar in one hand and slammed it on the ground. The wine jar shattered with a crash. Her cultivation was unable to function at the moment. As a woman, she drank the wine of the Shenyuan Xinghai Tribe.
Three jars of wine, actually...she was already drunk.
"What did you say?" Su Ming looked at Xu Hui.
"Although I'm unconscious, my ears can still hear. Whether you are Su Ming or Daokong, I, Xu Hui, don't care. What I care about is that you asked for a drink, but you can't even drink a woman like me. You
Give me a drink!" Xu Hui showed a look of disdain, picked up a jar of wine and handed it directly to Su Ming.
"You drank too much..." Su Ming rubbed his eyebrows.
"Are you going to drink?" Xu Hui stared, her body shaky, her eyes already blurry, but she held on and did not fall.
"Let's drink some other time." Su Ming sighed.
"I drank three jars!!" Xu Hui said loudly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and give rewards. Your support is my biggest motivation.)