It turned out that everything was a dream.

It's just that the world in the dream is so real, the ninth peak of Nanchen is so warm, the care from Senior Brother Huzi, Second Senior Brother and Senior Brother, every time I think of it, it will make people warm, and there is a kind of indescribable longing.

It turns out that these are all dreams......

I was not caught up in the void cave of Osan Mountain, my grandfather was not missing, and I never went there...... Nan Chen, there is no master called the Heavenly Evil Son.

It turned out that it was really a dream......

I haven't worshiped the Tianhan Sect, nor have I been to the Nine Netherworlds, and I haven't seen any people from the Wu Clan, as well as the disaster of the Eastern Wilderness, and the grudges with the people of the Emperor Heaven.

I didn't cultivate myself, and finally reached the Great Perfection of the Barbarian Soul and became a ...... Barbarians.

"This dream, it's so long, it's a long ......" Su Ming muttered, sitting on a dry tree in the area that the Fengzhen tribe gave to the Wushan Department, he sat there, looking into the distance, the wind and snow in the sky with whimpering, blowing on his body, making him feel a little cold subconsciously.

"In my dream, I saw those familiar people, Beiling, Chenxin, Ulla, and so on...... The immortals, the witches, the barbarians, the old men of Xiuxun, and the place of the dead in the shadows. Su Ming sighed lightly.

"Really...... Is it a dream?" Su Ming raised his head and looked at the flying snow in the sky, his eyes showing confusion.

Behind Su Ming, there is no longer an intact tribe, those who migrated from Wushan, lost their relatives and homes, and can only become a subsidiary of Fengzhen within the scope of this Fengzhen tribe.

Ah Gong was hit hard and has been in a coma.

Lei Chen left. I don't know where I went, maybe I will come back one day, maybe I ......

Ulla died, Nansong died, and many of the clansmen had become corpses, and grief permeated the entire tribe. It was so heavy that it seemed like my breath was a little frozen.

The mountain mark also died, dead in his own hands, and Su Ming lowered his head. Looking at his hands, he fell silent.

In the tribe behind him, the little girl called Tongtong. Cowering in the corner, holding a broken doll, with tears in his eyes.

"Su Ming, it's about to start. In Su Ming's silence, a deep voice came from beside him, the voice came from Bei Ling, Bei Ling's face was pale, and he walked step by step, standing under Su Ming's big tree.

Su Ming looked at Bei Ling, this person in his dream was an immortal clan. It was a person called the Great Leaf Immortal Sect, a disciple of Emperor Tian, but ...... It's a dream, isn't it......

Su Ming shook his head and jumped down from the big tree.

A funeral dedicated to the soul of the dead in Osan Mountain. In this tribe, in the sorrow and silent weeping of all the tribesmen, unfolded, and the burning flames, dancing with strange twists, were neatly placed in the flames...... A corpse of the Wushan tribe. It was the remains of all the people who could be found, dead for the tribe.

Most of these corpses were mutilated, rarely intact, the flames burned on them, and in the middle of winter, all the Wushan people around them knelt silently on the ground one by one.

Looking at the light and darkness in the flames, listening to the sound of crackling, the silent crying of the surrounding clansmen became depressed, making the surroundings more and more cold.

In that flame, Su Ming saw Ula, saw many familiar faces, saw many, many.

Late at night on the third day after the funeral, Su Ming stood in the tribe, looking at the snow in the sky, looking at the dark earth that was not set off by snowflakes in the distance, he saw the figure of a woman, standing there, as if waiting for him silently.

That's Bai Ling.

The wind and snow were very strong, and the world seemed to be divided and fragmented, unable to be reunited, in that snow, Su Ming walked towards Bai Ling, standing with her, silently, without speaking to each other.

Bai Ling, who was dressed in white mink fur, had snow stuck to her black hair, and her beautiful face was particularly beautiful in this wind and snow, but the concern and sadness in those eyes made her look at Su Ming in a daze, and gradually shed tears.

"I'm leaving...... I went to a far away place, and it was my Abba and Aunt who heard from me and asked someone to pick me up......"

Bai Ling bit his lower lip and looked at Su Ming.

"Come with me. Bai Ling spoke softly.

Su Ming was bitter in his heart, he had lost a lot of his clansmen, he had lost too much, he couldn't leave, and it was even more difficult for him to keep Bai Ling, he ...... I don't know why I came to keep Bai Ling and let her not see her father.

"All the way...... Take care. Su Ming was silent for a long time and spoke bitterly.

As soon as his words were almost finished, Bai Ling walked in front of Su Ming and gently hugged his body, a face with cold lips and a face that Su Ming couldn't forget, replacing his world.

The lips were cold, but in the cold, there was warmth, and the bitterness of tears, which fused together to form a ...... Parting kisses.

"Our agreement is still there, it's not seven days, it's not seven years, it's a lifetime...... Su Ming, I will wait for you, always, all ......the time" Bai Ling turned around and ran into the distance, the tears could not be seen in the wind and snow, but there was a drop that seemed to fall on Su Ming's face.

It's the same cold, and I can't tell if it's tears or snow.

Su Ming stood there, standing until he was vague, beside Bai Ling in the distance, he saw two tall figures, like guards, taking Bai Ling away.

Su Ming couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, and he was silent for a long, long time.

Half a month after Bai Ling left, Ah Gong woke up.

Regarding what happened in the battle with the Black Mountain Barbarian, Ah Gong didn't say it, and Su Ming didn't talk to anyone about it, the death of the Black Mountain Barbarian Lord gradually became a thing of the past with the passage of time.

Su Ming could feel that his personality had changed, he was no longer lively, but accustomed to silence, the clansmen in the tribe, the joy of the past had disappeared, and the sadness of losing relatives and friends made everyone choose silence.

He began to practice all day and all night, and began to refine medicinal stones to improve his cultivation, but from time to time, he would open his eyes and recall that dream while meditating in the middle of the night.

In a flash, that's ten years.

Ten years, can change a lot, as children grow up, with the passage of time, the sadness of ten years ago has been very light, only at the time of the annual sacrifice, people will remember the misery of the ten years ago.

The Wushan tribe has completely become a subsidiary of Fengzhen, because Ah Gong ...... has lost his cultivation and has become an old man with a waning moon.

In the past ten years, Su Ming accompanied Ah Gong until the winter of the tenth year, in a cold night, the cold wind outside whimpered, blowing the leather tent, making the lights in the tent shake, Ah Gong was lying there, he was extremely old at this time, he looked at Su Ming, looked at the young man who grew up in front of him.

"Ah Gong can't continue to walk with you...... Lasu, don't be sad, this day will come eventually...... Remember what Ah Gong said to you all these years, remember...... Jieman Mountain...... You must go to find Jieman Mountain, you must find this mountain.

Where this mountain is, Ah Gong doesn't know, I only know, it's ...... In your heart, go find the mountain, and you will be there, find everything you want. ”

This was the last sentence that Ah Gong said to Su Ming before he died.

Ah Gong, return to the ruins......

On the third day when Ah Gong's life was extinguished, Su Ming's cultivation entered the open dust, becoming the second person in the tribe to step into the open dust, the first was Beiling.

The existence of the two open dust realms made the Wushan tribe occupy a very high position among the subordinates of the Fengzhen tribe, and made the Wushan tribe unfold a ...... Migration back to home.

Even the Fengzhen tribe will not stop such a migration, because the current Wushan tribe already has such qualifications.

It was a return after a ten-year absence, when the entire Wushan tribe returned to the ruins of Wushan ten years ago, there were many old people, with tears in their eyes, kneeling on the land, and the sound of crying echoed around.

Osan is no longer the Osan of the past, there are only four peaks, and the tribes under the Osan Mountain, in the reconstruction after ten years, have slowly appeared the outlines of the past.

This is home, the home of the Wushan tribe, and the soul of the Wushan people.

The years passed silently, with spring, summer, autumn and winter. The wedding of Beiling and Chenxin was held in the autumn under this Wushan, and the wedding was held very grandly, because one was the patriarch of Wushan, and the other was the daughter of the patriarch of the previous generation.

Beiling, the moment he stepped into the dust, became the patriarch of Wushan.

Su Ming stood silently in the distance, watching the clansmen dancing outside the bonfire in the middle of the night, with joyful songs in his ears, looking at the happy smile on Chenxin's face, and looking at Beiling's handsome appearance, he already had the majesty of being the patriarch, and he drank silently.

He remembered Bai Ling.

It has been seventeen years since Bai Ling left.

Su Ming still remembered the cold kiss when Bai Ling left seventeen years ago, and he still remembered that agreement.

I still remember that he only remembered it by chance, the dream in his mind when he woke up seventeen years ago, a long, long dream.

This night, Su Ming was drunk, his seventeen years of silence and his dislike of talking made him have a very high majesty in this Wushan tribe, especially after becoming a barbarian prince of Wushan, his majesty made all the clansmen dare not say more in front of him.

With a drunken mood, holding a wine jug, Su Ming looked at Bei Ling and Chen Xin, turned around and walked to the tent that belonged to him, and began to practice, outside his tent, there was a somewhat old fire monkey, it was Xiaohong.

With the passage of the years, the parting of birth, old age, sickness and death, gradually with the autumn leaves, the annual rings are drawn in the falling, circle by circle, representing the year by year.

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