"You're not you when you know you, when you don't know you're you...... You, that's you. The murmuring voice echoed in Su Ming's ears, hovering in his mind, until this sentence became a thunderous sound, rolling and roaring in his mind, and Su Ming's eyes opened violently.

Sweat appeared on his forehead at some point, and the sky outside was silver, which was the fall of snowflakes, and the night sky that was not black when the earth covered in silver folded.

Su Ming sat cross-legged in a stone cave naturally formed by a crack in the mountain, this was the third month after he galloped towards the July Sect, in this seemingly endless land, Su Ming meditated cross-legged here, adjusting his breath.

This place is extremely far away from the Seven Sects, and even if Su Ming's cultivation is a heavy Dao god, it still takes nearly a few years to get there.

Therefore, along the way, he did not stop galloping, but rested from time to time, keeping his cultivation always at the peak, and at this moment, he opened his eyes from meditation.

Looking at the night sky outside silently, Su Ming thought of the dream he had before, he rarely dreamed, especially when he meditated cross-legged, the dream would not appear, but it appeared just now.

There was only one sentence in the dream that Su Ming was familiar with, and the echo of this word, even if Su Ming opened his eyes at this moment, it still surrounded his ears for a long time.

In silence, Su Ming stood up, walked out of the stone cave, left footprints all the way in the wind and snow, walked into the distance, walked through the mountains, walked through the river, until he came to rì out, when rì dusk, in front of Su Ming he saw a city.

In the dusk in the city, there are lights and bustling sounds...... Looking at the city, Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them after a while, he walked towards the city.

Walking in the dusk, walking into the city, the red lanterns hanging high in every house, the sound of silver bells laughing and frolicking of many children, and the smiling faces that filled the entire city, almost everyone smiled, reminded Su Ming of ...... In the past ten years, every year today, his master will take him to a strange city, where he can feel a ...... New Year's atmosphere.

It's the New Year, the last day of the year, and when dusk passes, the night falls, and when the sun appears again, it will be the beginning of another year.

Every year on this day, it is the ancient Tibetan country celebrates the whole country, all the cities in the country, are filled with such an atmosphere, the lanterns hanging high in every house, in this wind and snow scattering light, seems to be able to drive the cold away from every home, let this day ...... It's not cold at night.

Su Ming walked in the city, looking around, he gradually lowered his head, until he came to a corner alley, where ...... There was a noodle stall, and in the cold wind, a large amount of white gas rose from the boiling water, covering the old man who was cooking noodles.

The stall was small, with only four or five tables, and there was a tent-like curtain that covered the snow, but it couldn't hide much wind, and there were three or two men sitting there, eating hot noodles and drinking noodle soup, which seemed to dispel the cold.

"Wu Lao, this is the New Year, why don't you take out a few pots of your treasured old wine, let us taste it. A man who ate noodles smiled and spoke loudly, and the white gas he spit out when he spoke was very obvious in this snowstorm.

"How many of you...... That's it. The old man who was cooking noodles seemed to smile, turned around and took out a flask and placed it on the table.

"That's right, it's not in vain that a few of us will continue to come over today and accompany you for the New Year. The big man immediately picked up the wine jug, quickly took a sip, and said with a smile.

Su Ming, it was at this time that he walked into this noodle stall, sat at the table and chair in the corner, and looked at the wind and snow outside.

"Shopkeeper, a bowl of noodles. ”

The old man who was cooking noodles glanced back at Su Ming, took out a bowl, filled a large bowl of noodles, and put some more meat in it, and brought it to Su Ming.

Su Ming looked at the noodles on the table and ate them silently, the taste of the noodles was very good, the noodle soup was very hot, and it was warm after entering the mouth, and it seemed that in this wind and snow, it was no longer particularly cold.

Time gradually passes, when night falls, there are not too many people on the street, this is a festival, but also a family reunion, at this time, often the family will be together, watching the children's laughter, watching the candle flames shine, in this night, in the warmth of the home, experience the warmth between relatives.

Compared with the wind and snow outside, this warmth is available to almost everyone, but Su Ming is here...... No.

Until the big men at this noodle stall also left, the whimpering wind made the tent make a hula hula sound, and Su Ming sighed lightly.

"Why don't you go home?" The old man who was cooking noodles sat aside, picked up a pot of old wine that had been warmed for a while, and after taking a sip, he looked at Su Ming.

"Can't find the way. Su Ming was silent and said slowly.

"It's not that I can't find a way, it's that I don't have a home. The old man smiled, picked up another pot of wine, came to Su Ming, sat down and placed it in front of Su Ming.

By the light of the fire, Su Ming raised his head and looked at the old man, this was a mortal, an old man who had reached the end of his life, and his face was full of wrinkles.

"What about you. Su Ming picked up the wine jug, took a sip, looked at the wind and snow outside, and spoke gently.

"I have a home, but I am alone with the old man, there is no difference between going back and not going back, it is better to be here. The old man smiled, and in that smile there seemed to be more wrinkles on his face, making the smile seem to be bitter.

Su Ming didn't speak, drinking wine, in this cold wind, in this snowflakes falling, a bright moon appeared in the night sky, compared with the lights of thousands of homes around here, there are also lights in this stall, but under this light, it is not warm, but a kind of gloom.

A...... The change of thoughts, as if every time I miss this moment, the beauty of the memory of the past, I thought that it had been buried in the bottom of my heart, and it became a painless heartlessness, but now, in the shadow under this lamp, there is a pain that the wind cannot blow away and the snow cannot be buried.

In that pain and coldness, Su Ming thought of Ah Gong, thought of the senior brother of the Ninth Peak, and thought of Yuxuan, Canglan, and Xu Hui...... There are also bald cranes, and the faces in that memory.

Thinking, thinking, drinking a pot of wine.

Drinking is wine, because there are no tears, only the wine as tears, after swallowing, it becomes the bitterness and astringency that can never be resolved in the heart, let this bitterness always exist, let this astringency eternal, because only so...... Su Ming knew that he was still alive.

Only then did he realize that he had ...... Before you die, you can have more determination to make all this change, even if it is almost impossible, but ...... Su Ming also wants to make it possible!

"What about your family?" the old man looked at Su Ming, and when he said hoarsely, he took out another pot of wine and put it in front of Su Ming.

"Far, far away, what about you?" Su Ming shook his head.

"The old man's family, hehe, there were originally a lot of them, I have a grandson, and he has a group of partners, all of whom are considered my family...... He also found a few daughters-in-law, and the family was originally lively. The old man drank his wine, his eyes flashing with reminiscence.

"But one day, when I woke up, he was gone, we couldn't find him, and the home that was originally bustling was no longer lively, until everyone went out to look for him, looking for him, looking for him, they all left, went to many, many places, and I don't know if they were found.

Here, it's just me, the house is empty, I don't know where he went, I didn't go out to look for it, I want to stay here, light the lights at home, wait for him, if one day he comes back, I don't want him to ...... I can't find a home, I don't want him...... I can't see the lights in my house. The old man muttered, his voice hoarse, and in this wind and snow, there seemed to be a trace of vicissitudes.

"Actually, I'm not lonely...... Compared with me, our emperor, he is the lonely ......" The old man sighed lightly, picked up the flask and took a sip.

"We all know that the emperor has three princes, and whenever those three princes reach adulthood, they will be taken away and travel...... As soon as you go, you will ...... 6,000 years......

For 6,000 years, he is alone, and he will always light the lamp in the imperial city to guide his prince in the direction of homecoming, because legend has it that every prince in our country may lose himself when he travels and does not know the way home. As he spoke, the old man lowered his head, as if drunk.

Su Ming was silent, drank the last sip of wine in the wine jug, stood up, walked to the old man's side, and with a wave of his right hand, the wind and snow around him avoided, making it warm here, and then he walked out of this noodle stall, walked in the wind and snow, and walked in the direction of the Qiyue Sect, walked out of the city, and walked into the night wind.

Until Su Ming was far away, until his figure disappeared into the night sky outside the city, the old man who seemed to be drunk slowly raised his head, stood up, and looked at the night sky, his face slowly changed, like the years changed in him, until he became middle-aged.

He sighed softly.

"When you know you're you, you'...... It's not you, when you don't know you're you...... You, that's you. With his light sigh, the whole city turned into illusion in an instant, and he was left alone, standing alone in the wind and snow, turning around in this light sigh, and walking silently in the direction of the capital of the ancient Tibetan country.

"What is true and what is false, Xuan'er...... Three thousand years have passed, and you ...... When will we be enlightened...... What you are looking for, what is true, what do you think is false, and what is false......" The middle-aged man muttered, as if with a sting in his heart, gradually disappeared into the wind and snow, and gradually dissipated his figure.

Only the wind and snow are left, and there seems to be an extra sigh inside, which is difficult to disperse for a long time in this heaven and earth...... (To be continued.) )