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Chapter 1467 The Sanhuang Family Robbery... is not far away (Third update)
Cang Lan is gone, senior brother, second senior brother, Xu Hui and Yu Xuan have all gone to the other side of the Wangchuan River in Su Ming's boat. Su Ming's coming and going on the Wangchuan River is like reincarnation circle after circle.
Years passed, and without even realizing it, a lot of spring and autumn passed away in the memory. Su Ming's appearance was no longer middle-aged, but had gray hair, and he became an old man.
Looking from a distance, perhaps the figure in the setting sun has become the coir raincoat in the lonely boat.
During the time when a person sat cross-legged outside the wooden house silently, a period of sixty years passed like this. From the beginning to the end, Su Ming did not step into the wooden house, as if the threshold of the wooden house was a line between heaven and earth. On the other side of the ravine is the awakening of everything, and on this side of the ravine are the lights of thousands of houses when Su Ming once sat cross-legged in meditation and gazed at the candlelight.
The winter of this year came very early, the snowflakes fell, covering the earth, and the green could not be forgotten from a distance, the coldness seemed to freeze everything, but the never-ending Wangchuan River , it's the fireworks that the cold can't freeze...
On the other side of the river, looking across the River of Forgetfulness, it seems that there is still spring in full bloom, singing to outsiders who are still and dimly watching the beauty and brilliance of the flowers.
A river separates reincarnation, the world, and everyone between you and me...
The cold wind was howling and snow was falling in the sky. On an afternoon when I looked up and saw the sky and the earth covered with snowflakes, the sound of horse hooves came roaring. Judging from the sound of the horse's hooves, it was not one person, but a team...
When I looked around, in the snowstorm in the distance, there were nearly 10 people wearing armor and riding war horses, roaring forward. The one in front of me was riding a big maroon horse, wearing golden armor, and a scarlet cloak flying. The fur shirt was outside, and the horse's four hooves were studded with iron nails to prevent them from slipping, which made the sound of the horse's hooves whirling rather muffled than crisp.
There was no other sound among the 10 people except the sound of horse hooves. Everyone on the horse silently followed the man in the scarlet cloak, as if they could follow him through mountains and across a whole world. world, through this life and the next.
This is a big army, an army that exists in this world of sentient beings, especially the big tiger-like man at the front, with eyes like copper bells, which are not angry and intimidating when they stare, enough to make the timid watch. When I arrived, my heart trembled and I didn't dare to look at each other.
This was obviously a general in the army. He was filled with evil spirits. He was holding the horse rope in his left hand and carrying a wine bottle in his right hand. He kept drinking wine as he moved forward, but the evaporation of the alcohol did not make him appear drunk. , on the contrary, it made the evil aura thicker, and there was a faint aura of heroism permeating the air. The white air between the breath and the breath exhaled when the horse ran seemed to merge together, making the army of one hundred thousand at first glance, as if wearing a A layer of white sand.
Especially the big man, when everyone looked at him, they couldn't help but keep the appearance of this big man deeply in their minds.
The sound of horseshoes was not messy, and gradually disappeared in front of Su Ming's wooden house. Su Ming raised his head, looked at the endless sight of the army, looked at the faces of each of the 10 people, and finally his eyes fell on the big man in the front face.
After the tiger-like man took a sip of wine, he didn't look too drunk. There was a fierce light in his eyes as he glared at Su Ming.
Su Ming was also looking at him. When the two looked at each other, the tiger-like man picked up the wine bottle and took another big sip. His breath turned into white air and he shouted loudly.
"Why does this boatman look so familiar to you? Could it be that I have met your Grandpa Tiger before? Have you ever seen Grandpa Tiger?" The big man's voice was like a torrent, like thunder, echoing around, and the people under him were The horses were shaken and trembled a few times. It seemed that they were not carrying a person, but a real tiger.
Su Ming smiled, and his smile was very happy. He finally saw Hu Zi, and saw the [-] Ninth Front disciples led by Hu Zi. These disciples had followed Hu Zi to conquer the starry sky, and swept across all directions with him, and decided to choose the Ninth Front. Obviously the senior brother will not pay attention to which disciples have the right to go to the other side, but the second senior brother gave this right to Hu Zi.
Even though Su Ming had already told Huzi what Tianxiezi said, and even though Huzi had come to his senses, in this life, he still chose to accompany the disciples of the Ninth Front until eternity, until they stepped into the world together. the other side.
Now, here he is.
"Of course I know you, you are my junior brother." Su Ming spoke softly, stood up, and walked onto the boat. When he looked back at Huzi, he nodded with a smile.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, the senior brother is there, and the second senior brother is also there, waiting for you..."
Su Ming's voice echoed in the cold winter, and fell into the ears of the tiger-like man. The man was startled, and his expression gradually showed confusion, as if the memories of the past and present were overlapping at this moment, and the right hand holding the wine bottle couldn't stop. The consciousness loosened, and the wine pot fell to the ground... The porcelain pot broke into pieces, and the wine inside scattered...
The scattered wine seemed to have turned into a hundred thousand drops and melted into the ice and snow on the ground...
The big man shook his head violently, and grabbed his right hand downwards. The broken wine bottle seemed to have been distorted by the years. The wine melted into the ice and snow reappeared, and finally turned into a complete wine bottle, and fell into the hands of the big man again. , the one hundred thousand soldiers behind him became nothingness and dissipated.
With a certain understanding on his face, he dismounted his horse, carried the wine bottle, walked into Su Ming's boat, and sat on the bow.
One moment he was still on the shore, the next moment he had crossed the River of Forgetfulness, and when he reached the other shore, the person at the bow seemed to be immersed in reincarnation, sitting there blankly, holding a jug, and looking back at the ferryman at the stern.
"Junior brother..." When the murmuring voice came out of the big man's mouth, the sound of raindrops falling on the wood of the boat echoed. Those were not raindrops, but Huzi's tears.
Su Ming raised his hat-covered head and looked at Huzi with a smile on his face. The smile was full of blessings, which made the cold winter no longer cold, and made the River of Forgetfulness seem to have become the Milky Way.
"There is a senior brother and a second senior brother there, but you are not there..." Huzi looked at Su Ming blankly, vaguely seeming to hear a sentence coming from his ears, whether it was from the present or the past.
"Huzi, don't cry..."
The lone boat finally left. The empty bow seemed to reflect the desolation at the stern. On the other shore, Hu Zi's figure stared at the lone boat in the distance. Faintly... it seemed that he was beside Su Ming. Senior brothers and senior brothers also appeared, looking at Wangchuan with him, as if they were trying to retain with their eyes... the former Ninth Front.
Another ten years passed.
Wen Sheng, carrying a bookcase on his back, walked in the spring, and the volume in his hand seemed to contain the eternal words of heaven and earth. In the afternoon sun, he walked outside the wooden house and walked to Su Ming.
"The fortune teller said that I lost another soul in my life, and told me to go straight along the east, through mountains, rivers, plains, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and I would see a river, a wooden house, and a place that could give me The ferryman of another soul in life...
is that you "
Su Ming raised his head. The bamboo hat blocked the sunlight, making his face blurred by the vicissitudes of life. He looked at the Vincent in front of him and the book in Vincent's hand, with a gentle smile on his face.
This is Chang He. Su Ming promised him that he would resurrect his wife. Su Ming has not forgotten this promise. The promise back then was a cause, but at this moment... what Chang He's words require is a result.
"It's me." Su Ming said softly.
"Then where is the other soul in my life?" Vincent looked at Su Ming and asked.
"In your hands." Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them after a long time, he said gently.
Na Wensheng was stunned and looked down at his hand. He only had the scroll in his hand. As if he had some understanding, he opened the scroll and looked at it... the words on the scroll disappeared and turned into a piece of paper. painting.
There was a woman in the picture, lifelike, looking at him with a smile, as if she had been looking at him for thousands of years, as if she had been waiting to appear in Changhe's eyes.
"But this... is just a painting." Vincent was silent for a moment, then looked up at Su Ming.
"Look at the other side of the river." Su Ming got up with a smile and walked to the stern.
Vincent's eyes followed Su Ming and looked at the other side of the Wangchuan River. He vaguely seemed to see a woman's figure there, staring here.
As he watched, Vincent's gaze turned into a smile from his previous life, and he got on the boat. As the boat moved forward in the Wangchuan River, the figure became clearer and clearer, getting closer and closer until it reached the shore. He stepped off the boat and looked at the woman. The two looked at each other for a long time. When they turned back together, they could no longer see Su Ming's lone boat on the Wangchuan River.
Unknowingly, half of the second period of time has passed, and in the autumn of another year, an old man walked outside Su Ming's wooden house.
The old man was wearing a long linen gown, his white hair was swaying in the autumn wind, and there were many wrinkles on his face, but every wrinkle seemed to contain vicissitudes of life. He walked to the Wangchuan River, looked at the river, and turned his head for a long time. Looking under the wooden house, Su Ming had already stood up.
"Years ago, a Vincent came to me. I asked him to go all the way east, through the mountains, through the forests, and after walking through the plains, he could see a wooden house. Under the wooden house was a person, the person he wanted to find." The old man looked at Su Ming with a kind face.
Su Ming looked at the old man, with an expression that was rare in him, like a younger person seeing an elder.
"Grandfather..."
"Let's go, take me across this river." The old man's expression became more kind, and when he looked at Su Ming, his eyes showed relief and reluctance, but he did not say this reluctance, but sat on the bow of the boat.
The sun sets, night falls, stars appear in the sky, and the ship reaches the other shore.
"Remember this sky." Grandpa looked back at Su Ming and spoke softly with meaning.
"Because that is the night sky that guides you home... Whenever you can't find your way home, you can raise your head. If you can see the stars in the night sky, you will know that home... is not far away. Your family...are waiting for you."
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(End of this chapter)