Pursuit of the Truth

The sky is blue, there are blossoming white clouds, very beautiful...

The coldness underneath, the coldness around me, the eyes that can't be opened, and the stinging pain from the body make the blue of the sky become the color in memory, let the white cloud become the imaginary pattern.

Shattered everything, the rest, only loneliness, sorrow, and fear that can't be said.

"Today is a good weather, my brother, the sky is blue, there are a lot of white clouds, you see, this cloud is like a bunny, and this, um... some like a wolf." The childish voice in the ear, Like the black in front of his eyes, gradually dissipated, everything shredded, healed, the blue sky reappeared, and a rabbit-shaped cloud in the sky, next to it, the big gray The cloud of wolf-like appearance also appeared.

"Yeah, brother, this cloud is very like you, very like it, there is a cloud next to it, like me." The tender voice is the only warmth in this black world. It is also this voice. Explain to yourself the difference in color and tell yourself what is black, what is blue, and what is white.

Whenever this sound appears, I don't feel cold, I don't feel lonely, I don't feel endless black, there is a night that makes me countless.

Even if the pain in the body is more and more unbearable, even if I can feel that every time I have a wound on my body, it seems that I don’t feel bad when I squeeze out the blood. As long as I can hear this sound often, I can hear it all my life...

"Brother, I am tired of cultivation. I am not willing to practice. But Dad said that you must practice. Otherwise, you will die. Brother, don't die. I will cultivate, not tired at all..."

Not tired, not tired. Why is the voice weak, I can't see it, but I can feel it, she is very tired... What is the connection between my death and her cultivation? Dad, is that indifferent voice, if it is. You don't want to listen to him. Every time he comes, it will make my painful death die.

He called me fate. Is this my name, it should be, it should not be...

"Brother. Today is also a sunny day, oh, it has been sunny for a long time, I guess you must like sunny days, so it is."

It’s a sunny day, silly girl, the only thing that exists in my body, except for hearing. It just feels, the umbrella you are holding does not cover my feet. The drop of water on the foot is rain. It should be. I heard other people talking about it here. It has been raining for a month.

"Brother, I see other sisters... well. The length is very beautiful, but why am I so small, I am only one year younger than them, but I still look like a child.

But your brother is very handsome, huh, huh, I heard some sisters say, I really like the feeling around you, brother, you wake up soon, okay...

Dad said that you are going to wake up, but I said that since I was a child. ”

I really like the feeling around me, but why every time your sisters come, the breath in my body will disappear a lot, stupid girl, they don’t like me, but when they like me, I absorbed the scent of my body. This was what I heard when they talked inadvertently. They thought I could not hear.

Stupid girl, everyone here is unhappy with us, and too many conversations are heard by me...

"Brother, Dad is very strange recently, often... hit me... I have been working hard to cultivate. I have been helping other fellow practitioners every time, according to his requirements. Every time they are around me and practicing together, I feel that my body will become weaker and weaker...

I feel that they look at my eyes a little different, as if... it seems to be watching the drug. ”

The **** immortal, but when I can open my eyes one day, I can move my body, I want to kill you, you will absorb my immortality, even she will not let go! !

She is still only a child. Why do you want to do this in order to practice? Why is it not enough to absorb me? There is no immortality in each of you! !

I swear, if I can stand up one day, I will definitely let you pay the price! !

"Brother, I am very tired today... Let me lie down, I... very sleepy..."

Sleep, have a brother protect you, I will send my fairy power into your body, so you can not be tired tomorrow.

If I can see it, I can distinguish between day and night, find you in the vast sea of ​​people, hold your hand... that would be great.

If I can stand up, I can take you to fly in the sky, let me go to the side of the sky with you, the end of the earth... how good.

If I can speak, I can laugh with you, pointing at the sky together, drawing blue sky and white clouds together... how good.

But I can't, I can't open, I can't move, I can't speak, my world is black, there is no color, some are just physical pain, and lonely loneliness.

"Brother, I always want to sleep during this time. I feel that I am short, and I am not beautiful. No one likes me. I can see it... Only my brother is accompanying me, is it... ..."

"Brother, do you have a pain in your body, don't be sad, I have my thoughts, wait for me to be high, I will take you with you..."

Stupid girl, this is useless, I understand them, he is not your father, nor my father, his name is Titian.

"Brother, I can't see you some days, they... they want me to go to a place... I will come back to you when I come back.

Brother, you wake up soon..."

I can feel the tears on my body, I can feel a cold gaze beside this tear, watching myself.

"Feier, it's time to go." The cold voice echoed, and gradually went away. My world became black again, without her voice, without the blue sky, without the white clouds.

Some are nothing but nothingness, loneliness, cold, rain, snow, biting wind, and the endless pain of the body and the disgusting absorption and breath.

There is still the passage of time, I do not know how many years have disappeared, the voice of the ear of the year, has never appeared since then ... my time, since then black.

I want to open my eyes, I have to open my eyes. Because I am going to find you... looking for the blue sky that belongs to me, looking for the color of the blue sky, and the sound of happiness.

I want to get up. Because of how many years have passed, you have no news, where are you... my sister, you can be well.

I want to talk because I am going to question everyone, what are you doing now? You... don't be like me.

Because you are my eye. The two babies who were brought back by the Emperor of the year, are you alive. It is me who died.

A dream.

Su Ming opened his eyes and saw the sky and saw the cloud. Seeing the color of the world, there is still a dream that makes him sad in his mind. His eyes are confused, but this confusion only appears in an instant, and it becomes dead.

This is a pair, a dead, calm and terrible eye!

Such a gaze. Let the heavens see the moment, his heart is not waved, and there is a vibrating eye!

Su Ming looked at the Emperor, slowly sitting on the coffin, the scar left by the Wushan on his face, now emitting blood, flashing, making Su Ming at the moment look full A sinful and gloomy.

The moment I saw Emperor. Su Ming’s hole was shrinking. He seemed to have countless pictures flashing through his eyes. He finally settled in an endless darkness, sitting on a huge head in a knee, not wearing a robe, but a gown. Middle-aged man.

The man in the emperor's robe is very similar to the middle-aged man!

"Emperor, we met again." Su Ming lowered his head, rubbed his eyebrows, and saw a flash in his eyes. He stood up from the coffin, his hair was no longer red, but It became its original hair color, and his eyebrows were still in the mark of peach blossom, but it was a lot bleak.

The Emperor’s eyes had a contraction for the first time. He did not speak, but stared at Su Ming, who seemed to be observing.

Su Ming's left hand rubbed his brow, his eyes swept over the coffin around him, his heart did not know why there was a trembling, like a suffocating pain like suffocation.

In his eyes, there was a black scene again. It was everything in the dream, and the tender voice... Su Ming’s heart was shocked. He was very confused about all this. He only remembered himself. Mrs. Ji’s peach blossoms ignited the original ** in the body. After going to the White Bull Department, he was forced to return to the Dongfu Mountain by his life. Before he could not control it, he used the Lushan Bell. Sealing himself, then fell into a long-term coma, even if it is sober, he remembers it is also in the mountain bell.

Until the last coma, until the moment opened his eyes, he saw the man who shocked his heart, this man wearing a robe, actually he was with the ancestors of the Lushan ancestors, saw the virtual hole I don't know how many years ago, the one who appeared on the head.

The appearance of this person has shocked Su Ming’s mind. He should not be able to control this change of emotion, but he does not know why, but he does not know how to control the change of this emotion, as if this is Some kind of instinct that he is waking up.

If only this is the case, Su Ming found that his own brain seems to be clearer than before, faint, there are some familiar pictures that make him feel strange, sometimes flashing, as if this originally belongs to him The memory is only sealed, and at this moment, this memory has signs of recovery as he awakens today.

Especially when he saw the coffin, this strong feeling made him look calm and his right hand was gently shot on the coffin. Under this shot, the coffin's lid immediately shattered. Opened up, turned into countless pieces scattered, so that the things in the coffin are clearly revealed.

Inside the coffin, there is a stone statue lying on it. This stone statue is a woman with long hair. The appearance is not very beautiful. With a hint of pain, she looks pitiful.

The petite figure, if not fully developed, looks like only fifteen or six years old, but the vicissitudes of the look that can't be covered in the look are clearly revealed, her actual age.

This statue is very expressive, and almost completely carved out the woman's everything, obviously very human.

Su Ming’s awakened, looking at the stone statue in the coffin, his heart has a roaring earth-shaking, this woman’s appearance, he first saw it, but even he did not know why, in the moment he saw this woman, His heart showed extreme pain, and his voice, the tender voice of the dream, echoed again.

"Brother, the sky is blue..."

"Brother, I am a little tired..."

"Brother, they let me go to a place, wait for me to come back and see you..."

"Brother, you are waking up..."

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