The boy has tears and doesn't flick.

In Su Ming's memory, he hadn't cried a few times in his life, but today, he cried, his tears flowed down his cheeks, he looked at the broken Ninth Peak, and the faces who chose to blow themselves up and die in this battle in order to protect him came to mind.

There is also Bai Su, and Yu Xuan.

All these things are now turned into smoke, and they are blown away by the sea breeze. He hated the Immortal Clan, hated the Dao Chenzong, and hated the Yin Death Remnant Realm that indulged all this in order to make him the son of Yin Death.

Su Ming stood outside the dilapidated Ninth Peak Cave Mansion, looking at the second senior brother in the cave mansion with closed eyes, the tiger who was sleeping heavily, and the senior brother who was covered in stone statues, Su Ming cried and watched silently.

He knew that this glance might be the last one, maybe there would be no second time in this life, he could see his senior brother and see the ninth peak, because he was going far, far away.

Because at that time, he will have no love, no pain.

Su Ming stood there, and after a long time, he slowly knelt down and kowtowed nine times towards the cave mansion.

"Senior brother, second senior brother, Huzi...... I will leave the matter of finding the Master to you...... Master, Su Ming is not filial......" Su Ming shed tears and kowtowed.

Half an hour later, when Su Ming got up, the bald crane silently handed Su Ming a strand of white yarn beside him.

It was the last thing left by Bai Su before he died, and it was grabbed by Su Ming's right hand after his body collapsed, and it was kept by the bald crane, and it was not blown away by the wind.

Holding the white yarn, Su Ming watched silently.

A day later, Su Ming left the Ninth Peak, and behind him, in the Nine Peaks Mountain at the bottom of the sea, there was an extra tomb buried on the bottom of the sea outside Su Ming's cave back then.

The one that is buried in the grave. It's a strand of white yarn. Is that...... Bai Su's grave.

Su Ming left, with the promise of the old voice of the yin death vortex, Su Ming knew. In this barbarian, there is no power to disturb his senior brother.

He left, followed by the bald crane who didn't want to let Su Ming go alone. No matter what Su Ming did, it followed silently, accompanying Su Ming's left and right.

Qian Chen was on the top of the ninth peak, with tears in his eyes, watching Su Ming go away, he swore in his heart that he must become stronger, he must make himself stronger.

He couldn't forget Su Ming. I can't forget the memories that seemed miserable in the past, but now after I lost them, I feel very cherished.

And now. Everything is gone.

Qian Chen cried. Sitting on the mountain peak.

Su Ming walked in the heaven and earth, and he unfolded all his speed. Recklessly galloping wildly, it took him three days, and even burned his cultivation, crossed the Dead Sea, and flew from the Eastern Wilderness Continent to the Western Alliance.

He didn't have much time, and before he left, he had to go to Ximeng to see if there was an Osan there, and to see if there were any old people there.

In the land of the Western League, a black earth, in the area on the edge of the mountain, this mountain is like the four fingers of a man, standing between heaven and earth, and under the mountain is a jungle, boundless.

This season, it is winter in Ximeng, and the snowflakes are falling, making the jungle look like a white wedding dress, and the earth is covered in silver, and it looks like a funeral.

In the falling snow, Su Ming came here, to his hometown of dreams, Wushan.

He didn't find Lei Chen, he didn't find any old people, but he found this mountain and found the beauty that existed in his memory.

Looking at Wushan, Su Ming's tears flowed again, he walked to Wushan, touched the rocks of this mountain, the snowflakes fell on his body, so that he was reluctant to wipe it off, he walked through the jungle under the mountain, stepping on the snow, this road was when he carried Bai Ling on his back, that beautiful circle.

Until he came to the place where it was supposed to be the Wushan tribe, which was ...... There are no tribes.

Perhaps, many, many years ago, there was a tribe here, and her name was Wushanbu, but now, in Su Ming's eyes, this is a snowy and dry jungle.

Here, Su Ming stood silently, time passed, for a long time......

The bald crane was on the side, looking around, silently accompanied.

The sun set, the sun rose, the snowflakes fell all night, Su Ming stood all night, he looked at the jungle, looked at the snow, he suddenly took a few steps forward, the whole person knelt on the ground, his hands to dig up the snow on the ground, to dig up the soil on the ground, his whole person was like crazy, he kept digging with his hands, gradually, his hands were blurred, but he didn't seem to know the pain, and it continued.

Until a deep pit was dug out by Su Ming, in that deep pit, he dug up some abandoned things that were buried in the ground, which were some stone tools, some pots and bowls, and some bits and pieces that exuded the smell of decay.

Looking at these, Su Ming's tears fell on it, those items were familiar to him, and those belonged to ...... Ossan.

Su Ming didn't know how he left the Wushan and the jungle, he walked aimlessly bitterly, and when he walked out of the jungle, there were bursts of misty cooking smoke in front of him, which was a small tribe.

This is a small tribe that has taken root and multiplied here at some point, Su Ming looked at the cooking smoke, and slowly walked towards this tribe, bursts of cheerful music, as well as the happy laughter of the child, gradually entered his ears as Su Ming approached.

Looking at it, Su Ming seemed to see the Wushan Division, until finally in the wind and snow, Su Ming lowered his head, with a hint of melancholy, he turned around and walked into the distance, a mask appeared in his right hand, the black mask scattered a ghostly light, in this snow, it was particularly distinct.

Just when Su Ming was about to put this mask on his face, suddenly, his steps stopped, he turned his head and looked at the jungle in the distance, on the snow of the jungle, there was a pair of young men and women arguing there at this moment.

"You said that you would be with me forever, you said that this is an agreement......" It was a woman's voice, who looked at the young man in front of her and cried.

"I said that...... But ......" the young man was silent for a long time, and then spoke bitterly.

"No, but, I know that you still love me, why do you have to leave, we have made a vow in the wind and snow before, we will go all the way to Baitou in the snow, that snow, we are white, but this snow, we must separate, what about our agreement......" The woman was in tears, and her voice fluttered in the wind and snow.

The young man bowed his head bitterly, he had his bitterness.

Su Ming looked at the pair of young men and women, listening to their words, a woman full of wild beauty appeared in front of his eyes, and the woman was Bai Ling, and she looked like Bai Su.

"In the snowstorm, can you go to the white-headed ......?"

"It's an appointment. ”

Su Ming closed his eyes, and the moment he closed his eyes, his mind dispersed......

The young man in the jungle shuddered, and when he looked up, his eyes softened, and the soft gaze made the weeping woman opposite him stop crying.

The young man smiled softly, walked up to the woman, removed the bone teeth hanging from her neck, and removed the earring from the woman's left ear.

"In the wind and snow, we can go to Baitou, outside the wind and snow, we can too, this is an agreement!"

The woman hugged the young man, and the sound of crying was full of joy.

At this moment, Su Ming in the distance opened his eyes, he didn't look back, but continued to walk into the distance, facing the wind and snow, his right hand was raised, and slowly, the mask was slowly put on his face.

At the moment when the mask was put on his face, there was no longer the slightest warmth on Su Ming's body, but instead it was cold and ruthless, which became a cold that could not be melted by this wind and snow.

He walked step by step, step by step, in the wind and snow, and from then on, there was no love, no pain, he ...... It's no longer him.

is like a painting in a snowstorm, the name of the painting is called, if life is only as first seen-

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