"The ...... of the Wild Princess"

"Meet the ...... Princess"

"The Venerable of the Barbarian Concubine, the Venerable ...... of the Barbarian Race" bursts of mixed memories, as Su Ming's divine consciousness centered on this holy island, spread rapidly to the surroundings, covering the entire barbarian world in a blink of an eye, from the entire barbarian cultivation was shrouded in Su Ming's will, he obtained almost all the memories related to the barbarian concubine of these people.

It's just that this memory is incomplete, just some fragments, unless Su Ming increases the power of his divine sense, then he will definitely be able to get all the answers he wants, but at the price...... It will be almost half of the cultivation of the barbarians, and their divine consciousness will collapse and die.

After a long time, when the sound of the guzheng swirled again, Su Ming's divine sense was withdrawn, and he saw the memories of many people, among which almost all the barbarians admired the feelings of the barbarian concubine.

It is a symbol, a symbol of the barbarian spirit, and it can be seen from the respect of the barbarian Xiu's heart for the barbarian concubine that for more than a thousand years, for the barbarian tribe that is scattered, if it were not for Fang Canglan's existence, I am afraid that it would have been consumed in their respective slaughters.

Su Ming was silent, he didn't get a real answer, but he also got some answers, with a touch of guilt, Su Ming looked at Fang Canglan, who was beside the zither beside him, playing the sound of the zither and telling the speechless and lonely Fang Canglan, he raised his right hand and waved it around.

With this wave, immediately in Su Ming's will, the years suddenly reversed here.

Ten years ago...... Fang Canglan stood by the window, looking at the sunset in the distance, her figure was gloomy, with a touch of loss, and there was a cultivator of the life clan behind her who whispered about the barbarian race.

Twenty years ago...... Fang Canglan was playing the zither, her beautiful face was like a statue, or she was indeed a living statue.

Thirty years ago...... All the islands of the barbarians sent envoys to worship the barbarians, and on the islands of this holy land, nearly tens of thousands of people were scattered, worshipping Fang Canglan. The voice of the barbarian concubine echoed, shuttling through the years and falling into Su Ming's ears.

Forty years ago......

Fifty years ago...... Until a hundred years, Fang Canglan's life was in front of the barbarian cultivator every few years, and the most was in this palace, quietly playing the guzheng, quietly looking at the sky outside by the window.

Two hundred years ago, the rain in the night sky condensed the moonlight, and when it fell on the sea, it became a crystal dripping like moonlight, and the Fang Canglan by the window. The figure is thin, allowing the wind outside the window to blow the rain and drench on his body.

Rainy overnight......

Three hundred years ago, Fang Canglan's usual calm was no longer there, and she often saw struggle on her face. Seeing hesitation, seeing a touch of helplessness, only the company of the guzheng seems to be able to calm her down, no matter the snow, no matter the rain, it is in the cage that is not a cage. Spend it in silence.

Four hundred years ago......

500 years ago...... Su Ming saw all the time Fang Canglan had in this palace, and she watched Fang Canglan go from struggling to quiet, and from quiet to habit, and from habit. It gradually turned into gloom.

It is not a retreat, if it is a retreat, the time of more than a thousand years may not be torment, it will be fleeting. But this is in a palace, alive for more than a thousand years. It's been enough years to crush people, especially since she's just a woman.

600 years ago......

Seven hundred years ago...... Until more than a thousand years of reversal, Yu Su Ming's eyes saw one by one, he saw the construction of this palace, saw the worship of the barbarians for more than a thousand years, and saw the entire barbarian tribe under Fang Canglan's calm, from a plate of scattered sand to the spiritual soul of today.

He also understood why there was such a strong power of fate in this barbarian world, all of which ...... It's all because of Fang Canglan.

It wasn't until he saw in Su Ming's eyes that the palace of the peak of this holy land had not yet been built, and this was just an island of the life clan, he saw the Yaman, the Blood Demon, the Apocalypse, the Wushuang and others, these were canonized by Su Ming back then, and the once strong people who were given the land of tribal reproduction, they and Fang Canglan were silently on this mountain peak, watching the sea rise and fall in the distance.

Next to them, there was a gentle man, who was also standing silently, it was...... Second Senior Brother.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving the barbarian land and going to the outside world...... Go and find your little brother, your barbarian god. ”

"I don't know if my memories will be complete or if I will lose some of them after I leave, but I have a feeling that I will forget something when I leave this time......

The memory of the barbarians will be blurred a lot, this is the price, it is the price of gaining cultivation, it is the price of being imprinted by the will of this place......"

"Now, when I was still aware of my memory...... I think that the barbarians need a symbol, although I am not a barbarian, but my little junior brother is a barbarian god, you ...... A symbol is needed to unite the soul of the clan. ”

"She will be a barbarian concubine, as a four-generation barbarian god concubine, above everything and condense the scattered souls of the barbarians, this is my advice. ”

......

The picture of the years was shattered in front of Su Ming's eyes, like the breaking of a mirror, and those fragments disappeared into nothingness, as if nothing existed.

Time returned to this moment, back to the distance of the sound of the guzheng in his ears when Su Ming stared at Fang Canglan.

He saw all the stories of Fang Canglan in these years, saw the tears in the corners of her eyes when she meditated at night, saw her waiting, and saw everything she had paid for the barbarians.

This is a very resolute girl, a girl who can sacrifice everything for the sake of the barbarians, or...... She wasn't all for the barbarians, but more for Su Ming.

A thousand years may not be a long time, but what is really long is that you don't know how long it will be, and how long you will wait in this palace, in a cage that is not a cage.

Maybe...... It was the day when the Dead Sea dried up.

Vaguely, the woman who was obviously older than back then in Su Ming's eyes at this moment gradually overlapped with the figure in his memory who was on the peak of Nanze Island and silently watched him leave in the wind.

"I ...... It's back. Su Ming's expression softened, and the guilt in his heart became stronger and stronger, in the previous reversal millennium, the richness of this guilt had been deeply buried in his soul, which could not be erased or dissipated.

For Fang Canglan, Su Ming couldn't tell what kind of feelings they were, whether it was back then or now, after the precipitation of time, this relationship has now turned into a thousand-year-old wine.

After drinking this wine, only those who taste it will know its taste, it will turn into three words, and when Su Ming spoke, although his voice was soft, it was already hoarse.

The sound of the guzheng paused in an instant, Fang Canglan's body trembled slightly, she raised her head, turned around slowly, and saw the figure that appeared next to her at some point.

The appearance of that figure was unfamiliar, and the breath was unfamiliar, but those eyes, the softness revealed in those eyes, were the pupils that Fang Canglan didn't know how many times she appeared in her dreams.

Her expression was calm, but under this calm, there was wordless excitement and complexity, which turned into tears in the corners of her eyes and flowed for thousands of years......

"Under the bell of Hanshan, you and I are ...... to get married," Su Ming muttered, raising his right hand through Fang Canglan's hair.

"On the ninth peak, you and I will meet ......" Su Ming's voice whispered, Fang Canglan bit her lip and looked at Su Ming in a daze, she tried hard to calm herself, and tried hard not to let the tears flow, but she couldn't.

"The witch barbarians have started fighting, goodbye is already a human ......" Su Ming stroked Fang Canglan's hair, gently pulled it into his arms, and shuddered when Fang Canglan's head was buried in Su Ming's chest, he felt Fang Canglan's heartbeat, and felt the thousand-year-old bitterness and waiting contained in her tears.

"Nanze Island, looking at each other from afar, when I left, I glanced at you from afar......" Su Ming looked at the woman on his chest, and the guilt in his heart made him unable to speak anymore.

Love, there is no word.

Who is it that twisted this thousand-year-old acacia into a long and long way, from the desolate continent to the old ocean into an island...... In a flash, where is the first time to see......

Those former acquaintances are still vaguely there, but in the changing millennium, they are like dust falling into the river, and there is no trace of them.

Outside the window, the wind and rain sleeves fluttered, the moonlight couldn't bear to walk gently, and the years were sighing, causing sorrow...... What's more?

There was another autumn in my dream.

Looking back with low eyebrows, buried in his chest, the past is vague, and he can't tell whether this moment is a dream or a sorrow......

Yiyi sighed lightly, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and the tears seemed to reflect the figure that had danced with the wind on the mountain peak, this figure stood in the years and waited for Fang Fei of her face, as if at this moment, with that sigh, she was speechless again.

If you only sigh that each other is a passerby in life, then your heart will not hurt, and your sigh will only be a moment, not more than three breaths...... I only sigh that if life can be repeated, then if you don't know each other, maybe you can't know each other.

If you haven't seen each other, maybe you don't owe each other, you can be like the valley of the blue and the hidden valley, see the sky and the earth old, the sea is dry and the stones are rotten, and the clouds are light and the wind is light, accompanied by the guzheng, leaning on the moon at night, smiling and smiling, and the eyes are hazy in the afternoon nap, deceiving the noon dream, and also deceiving their own love......

Long hair is fragrant, plain and clean, no questions about the past and present lives, no desires, no desires, and a calm heart...... It doesn't hurt.

Su Ming put Canglan into his arms, and the weak body made Su Ming's heart hurt, the pain was very deep, but it was a thousand years late, and now the woman in his arms is no longer the breeze that blew from his side more than a thousand years ago, but moistened into his heart and became eternal.

Canglan's eyes, which could not be seen, looked at the window of the palace on Su Ming's chest, looked at the undispersed autumn colors of dusk outside, the autumn sunshine, like a lingering thought through the ages, muttered, buried in the bottom of this woman's heart, the wind words that could not be spoken back then.

"I have forgotten the vicissitudes of life, I have forgotten all living beings, I have forgotten myself, but I still can't forget your ......"-

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