MTL - Pursuit of the Truth-Chapter 1475 Looking back at the dust, not making a fairy

This is a sunset, the afterglow of the sunset is scattered on the earth. Unconsciously, the sky is falling, the snow flakes fall, covering the earth, covering the world in Su Ming's eyes, but it can't cover the capital city of the world.

Can not cover, at the moment outside the city gate of the capital city, standing in a coat, with a figure of a fight, the figure holding a wooden pole, silently standing outside the city gate, seems to wait for thousands of years.

Su Ming shook and looked at the figure outside the city gate, faintly like back to 3,000 years ago, he just woke up in this world, the evil spirits he saw.

In a blink of an eye, the three thousand years passed, Su Ming's cultivation is already different, and he has a lot of vicissitudes in his body. The scene in the memory is still somewhat clear, but some of them are ambiguous.

Just like this snowy world, you can see the blur in your eyes, you can't see it too far, but sometimes you can see it in front of you, even if it is not very far, it is also a kind of happiness, and if you look too far, maybe Happiness will also be far away until it is not seen.

In the snow, Su Ming walked step by step, welcoming the snow, until he walked outside the city gate, until he walked in front of the figure wearing a coat and a fight.

"You are coming." The figure in the robes slowly raised his head, revealing the familiar face of Su Ming under the fight. It was a sinister child.

There is kindness in the look, and the kindness is like the elders watching the younger generation. It is a kind of care and love from the heart, as if Su Ming’s growth is seen in his eyes, even if he is already in the sky, in his heart, Su Ming is still a child, even if he does not need him to protect, but he still hopes to protect the child.

"Master." Su Ming looked at the evil spirits wearing a robes, holding a fist, deep worship, the voice is a little hoarse, the master of the eyes, from the peak of the barbarian land Jiufeng accompanied Su Ming's life, accompanied by this ancient funeral country, until now.

"Three thousand years ago, I told you that I will wait for you here, to solve the last confession for you, you...···The last doubt, have you ever thought about it?" The sorcerer wearing a smock, looking kindly Su Ming, when slowly opening, the eyes are deep and seemingly in the eyes, containing indescribable wisdom.

Su Ming is silent. This last confuse he thought three thousand years ago is to know where the world is. It is the heaven and earth in the body of the burial, or the memory of the burial that evolved when he and the burial.

But this doubt, as Su Ming went all the way, gradually changed and became what he wanted to know, how can he leave the world...

But as the years passed, Su Ming’s doubts changed again and became what he wanted to know, the familiar faces he met in this world, whether they were true with those who remembered them. There is no trace of association.

One after another, in the three thousand years of Su Ming, it has emerged again and again until he is in the vast world. His doubts have changed again and become what is his own way.

He didn't understand what his own way was. He wanted to get the answer in the evil spirits. But this doubt nowadays with the words of the evil spirit, when Su Ming seriously thought about it, he suddenly discovered that this does not seem to be him. I want to solve the problem, because he does not know himself, what is the final doubt.

Only silence.

"Is it impossible to remember?" In the snow, the evil spirits wearing a smock outside the city gate looked at Su Ming. There was a hint of pain in his face. It seemed like Su Ming’s appearance at the moment, which made him feel a little sad and whispered.

Su Ming was silent, watching the snow, for a long time, he sighed.

"It is really hard to remember, maybe there are too many doubts, but if you say the last doubt, I can't find it. It has been lost in the years, I want to find it, but I can't touch it through nothingness. Also looking unclear." Su Ming murmured.

"If you can't find it, don't look for it. There is no final doubt, and it's not a blessing." The sorcerer in the sorrow was silent for a while and slowly opened his mouth.

"Please respect the teacher, choose one for me." Su Ming looked up, looked at the snow in the sky, looked at the gate behind the evil spirits, after a long time, he whispered.

"Be sure to be persistent?" The evil spirit looked at Su Ming, and the look became deeper and deeper.

"That is a way, destined to be twisted and desolated, and has already walked on this road, why not cling to it." Su Ming whispered.

The evil spirits are silent, the wind and the snow, the master and the disciples have been silent for a long time, until the sunset has fallen, until the snow covers the earth, and when a thick layer is piled up, the hair of both of them is also filled. The white snow, as if it had been white, made the vicissitudes of life more intense, making the feeling of the years more heavy.

"Stop, don't go on, stop here, when you look back, you will see all the faces of your memory, they will appear behind you. Waiting for you.

Looking back at the dust, becoming a fairy, not paying attention to true and false, not going to the road, sometimes ... not to choose happiness, perhaps the real happiness. "For a long time, the voice of the evil spirit echoed, in this snow, into the ear of Su Ming! Let Su Ming slowly turn his head in this silence, like looking back, like looking back."

In this turn, he saw the snow in the back, there appeared Bai Ling, Bai Ling wearing the fur coat, with its wild beauty, smiling at himself.

Beside her, it’s rain, the rain is so funny, as always, the persistent gaze can melt Su Ming’s heart and let Su Ming look at it, as if the ear is echoing the memory of the “brother” again.

There is also the orchid, elegant and gentle, as if waiting for Su Ming countless years, but no matter how long this year, she will wait for it. In this waiting, she gradually let Su Ming become her heart. only.

Xu Hui is still...

A public smile, the face of the vicissitudes of life is with kindness at the moment, as if waiting for a choice of Su Ming, once he chooses to turn back, he will speak...

Master, two brothers, tigers, all the faces are there, all of them are reflected in Su Ming’s eyes, only...·No...

"If you go on, they will not necessarily be resurrected, but if you don't go on, when you look back at the dust, you will become a fairy, and they will be with you.

Su Ming, you are my disciple, I don't want to... make you so tired, this is the best choice for you. "The evil spirits in the robes, the hoarse opening, he looked at the back of Su Ming when he turned back. The look was distressed. As he said, the twists and turns of this road made him unwilling to Su Ming here, continue. Go on, go to one... a lot of reincarnation, one less.

"Three thousand years of your glimpse, have said goodbye to the past, at this moment, look back to the dust, why should we still insist, why should we find a true and false, you see the Emperor, you see Lei Chen ······ Do not finally let that much In the reincarnation, forever...··························································································

He saw Su Ming’s life, the life, the twists and turns, the way of seeking.

Su Ming was silent. When he looked back, everything he saw was full of warmth. The face of memory made Su Ming feel impulsive at this moment. He seemed to want to nod, want to stop going, stay here, become His happy fairy, not paying attention to true and false, but looking for even illusory happiness.

"There are a lot of people here, there are many familiar faces, but there are no bald cranes...the familiar people here are all in my memory, living in my memory, they...···· · Still they

They will have no thoughts about the future, because all the thoughts are endowed by my memory. They are like this. There is no soul. Su Ming murmured, and his eyes gradually shed tears. The scene in front of the scene, when Su Ming’s heart was stabbing, he slowly turned his head, in the moment he turned his head, the wind The snow became black, and the world behind him became dark, even with the city in front, the world in front, and at this moment, it became the night.

The arrival of this night seems to represent Su Ming's choice, becoming the night sky, the darkness that can't be rendered.

Like his path, when he looked back at the dust, he did not choose to be the happy fairy.

The road under his feet, or that is not the road, nor the way of his Su Ming, it is an attitude, destined to be cold and persistent, to live for themselves, to live for the truth, but also for others. live.

For this road, in order to make the face in the memory have a soul, for the reincarnation, there will be no less bald-headed cranes. For all the faces, not only will they smile, but they will also be agile, such as the death of the palms, Su Ming... After looking back, don't do the fairy, but continue... Go on!

Even if there are a few reincarnations, there will be one person who will be eternal, but on this winding and desolate road, in this persistent but cold road, seek the devil.

Seeking is a way, it is destined to be twisted and desolated. The devil is an attitude, he is destined to be cold and persistent, seeking magic, a life in the dark.

In the dark night, Su Ming stared in front of him wearing a robes, with a sorrowful sorcerer, and in the silence, he bowed deeply toward the evil spirits. When he got up, Su Ming did not speak, walked past the evil spirits, toward The city in the dark night, step by step, firmly went down.

The evil spirits looked at Su Ming’s back in the night and muttered softly.

"Who walks into your life is determined by fate, who stays in your life, but it is up to you. If you can't forget it, you can't forget it. Even if everything is empty, everything that was once worth it is worth... ····

Su Ming, my disciple, this... is your choice...··························································································· ... the ruthlessness of life. ”

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