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Chapter 847: The Beginning of the Third Change of Heart of the Rising Divine Source
"The first change of heart was the relationship with Bai Su..." Su Ming grabbed his heart, and the scene from that year appeared in his mind.
"The second change of heart is a little fuzzy, but I can feel it. It started from my understanding of the four seasons, from midwinter to spring, from death to life, and ended with my bloody realization of the autumn mood in the East Wilderness Tower."
"Now the third change of heart is... home." The stars and moon in the sky have dimmed and disappeared at this moment, only the sun radiates heat and brightness in the sky, and a new day comes, blowing away the darkness and setting off a new day. Opening up self-deception, the people of the Fire Red Star once again felt the cruelty and reality around them.
"There are three ways to get through a change of heart. One is to fight, the other is to kill, and the third... to forget."
"But I no longer have feelings or pain. I don't want to miss my family, let alone forget... Even if I fight, what's the use." Su Ming closed his eyes, covering up the day in his eyes. moon.
After a long time, when Su Ming opened his eyes again, he slowly stood up from the cross-legged posture for a year. As he stood up, Yue Hongbang from a distance immediately came galloping towards him.
Su Ming looked at Yue Hongbang and the many blue stones in the distance that had been enshrined during the year. He took a deep breath of the hot atmosphere here.
"I'm going out for a trip. You are solely responsible for matters in the northern region." Su Ming looked into the distance and spoke lightly. His body swayed, and the body of the red python that had been sleeping for a year suddenly moved, and the roaring sound echoed, When it flew out, it landed at Su Ming's feet. It turned into a rainbow and flew with Su Ming. A black shadow flapped its wings behind and quickly caught up with it. It was the bald crane.
Yue Hongbang clasped his fists and watched Su Ming go away until he disappeared from the horizon. He vaguely noticed that the Su Ming just now seemed a little different from a year ago, but he couldn't explain what was different. He just felt it.
Su Ming flew on this fiery red star with a calm expression. He walked through mountain peaks and deserts. On each mountain peak, he found a kind of red grass. This kind of grass grew in the volcano and contained a sense of fiery heat. .
Until he found a mountain, an extinct volcano, which looked very much like the Ninth Peak. On that mountain, Su Ming watched silently. After a long time, when he raised his right hand, the killing sword appeared, and his figure was like a wisp of wind. , surrounding the mountain peak.
The rocks were broken into pieces and dust was flying. A whole day later, under Su Ming's changes, the mountain gradually became more and more similar to the Ninth Peak. On the top of the mountain, Su Ming even opened a cave. , there is also the courtyard of the second senior brother. In the mountain, there is Su Ming's platform and Hu Zi's residence. At the bottom of the mountain, there is the retreat of the senior brother.
When such a mountain peak appeared in front of Su Ming, Su Ming looked there for a long, long time.
Until it was dark and the bright moon was high, the earth was hazy. Su Ming looked at the ninth peak and smiled. The smile was very cold and ruthless, as if he was wearing a mask. But this was not Su Ming's original intention. He smiled. Smiling, his heart felt stinging again under his cold face.
It's just that this time the pain was not only in his heart, but also a kind of great will seemed to descend on Su Ming's indifferent face, causing his face to twitch in the coldness, and gradually a black mask seemed to emerge .
Su Ming understood that his actions, in a sense, were already a kind of emotion. This kind of homesickness and feelings of homesickness were not allowed in him and were cut off. But he What he was doing now was the opposite of his indifference, which caused the mask that disappeared on his face to emerge, and the will existing on the mask began to suppress Su Ming.
Blood spilled from the corner of Su Ming's mouth, but he still raised his steps and silently came to the top of the mountain. He sat there alone. The red python was lying down at the foot of the mountain. It seemed to have noticed the fluctuations in Su Ming's mind. It didn't want anyone to come. Disturbing thoughts.
The bald crane stared blankly at everything Su Ming had done throughout the day. The restless crane suddenly fell silent. It looked at the ninth peak in front of it and gradually came to Su Ming's side. It looked at Su Ming indifferently. There was blood on his face and the corner of his mouth. Looking at Su Ming's movements of holding his heart, the bald crane's expression showed sadness.
"I will not cut off my longing for home, nor will I forget it... I choose pain! Let the tingling pain in my heart remember that feeling, and let me feel this tingling pain all the time. Only in this way can I Always remember, always... never forget." Su Ming murmured, he was afraid that one day he would forget about his home, and he was afraid that in this indifference and ruthlessness, he would gradually get lost in this wasteland of the gods.
So, he had to remember this stinging feeling in his heart.
In silence, he took out the red grass that he picked all the way in the storage bag, and weaved knots one after another in his hands, until morning came, and in front of Su Ming, he weaved a straw puppet.
That grass puppet has no head.
But within its body, there was blood dripping from the tip of Su Ming's bitten tongue. The blood gave the grass puppet traces of life, making it look lifelike.
It didn't look like Senior Brother, but in Su Ming's eyes, it was not him, he was Senior Brother!
Su Ming looked at the red straw puppet that represented his senior brother. His expression was indifferent, and his heart could not be seen, but his focused expression seemed to represent everything.
Just at this moment, the mask that disappeared in the night reappeared on his face. This time, the will emanating from it was even greater. When Su Ming's body was shaken, corrosion appeared on his face. There were signs, and there were even bursts of green smoke coming out. There was no pain, but the will coming out of the mask was forcing Su Ming to stop his movements.
Su Ming's body was trembling. He felt that he could not control his hands, as if the will on the mask was controlling his body at this moment, causing him to suddenly spurt out a large mouthful of blood.
Su Ming's eyes became colder and colder, but after the mouthful of blood spurted out, he gritted his teeth, struggled and slowly raised his right hand, and once again took out some red grass, bit by bit while trembling. Tie a grass knot, this simple action is very difficult for him now, but he still persists.
In three days, he made a second red doll. The doll contained Su Ming's blood. The doll's expression looked like a smile, as if that gentle smile would always exist no matter where it was.
When the second doll was being knitted, the sunlight was very strong and shone on the side of the doll's face, causing the smile to exude a memory that made Su Ming feel trance-like.
In this memory, the mask on Su Ming's face corroded his flesh even more seriously, and the will coming from it roared in Su Ming's mind. Blood overflowed from the corner of Su Ming's mouth. Although his whole body was painless, it was... Overwhelmed by pain, he fell to the side.
Seven days later, Su Ming opened his eyes. His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He was very weak. The feeling of weakness was like breaking his heart. But after he opened his eyes, he took out the red grass again and trembled. Prepare it.
In this preparation, Su Ming was knocked into coma three times by the roar of will. Until a month later, his whole body had no luster, but in front of him, a third doll appeared.
It was a doll with a silly expression and a simple and honest look. Looking at this doll, Su Ming smiled, that smile was cold and without any emotion, but in the ear of the bald crane beside him, everything that happened in the past month, And now this cold laughter is more real than anything else in the world.
"You can cut off my future love, but you can't cut off my thoughts in my memory..." When Su Ming picked up the red grass and went to make the fourth doll, blood dripped from his face, which came from the will of the mask. At this moment, it was powerful enough to shake Su Ming's soul.
Su Ming raised his head, looked up to the sky and roared like this.
His hands were trembling, and he tried to weave the straw knot again and again, until another month passed, and the fourth doll appeared in front of Su Ming.
That was a woman, a woman who looked back and smiled, that was Bai Su.
After this doll appeared, Su Ming's hands had been torn apart, and his weakness had reached the extreme. He was almost exhausted, but in his cold eyes, the bright sun in his left eye and the bright moon in his right eye became even brighter. It became clear and occupied the entire position of his pupils.
He took out some red grass again and went to make the fifth doll, Yu Xuan.
But this time, Su Ming was unable to tie the first grass knot. Every time when he was about to tie the grass knot, his mind would think of the thing that he couldn't catch and went away with his eyes closed. , that figure.
After trying repeatedly and failing, the mask on Su Ming's face emitted a faint light. While covering his face, his exposed eyes became increasingly cold and ruthless.
"Your Excellency has been here for many days, and you plan to see when Su will be here." Su Ming looked at the red grass in his hand that couldn't tie the first knot, without raising his head, his voice was cold to the bone, and he spoke slowly.
A sigh came from the sky, and Tian Lin's figure appeared in the air. He looked at the black mask on Su Ming's face with confusion, at the several dolls in front of Su Ming and the wrinkled doll in his hand. red grass.
"Your Excellency, why are you doing this? I see that there is clearly a sealing power in the mask on your face, but why are you fighting against it?" Tian Lin just said this, Su Ming raised his head, looking at the bright sun in his left eye and the bright moon in his right eye. The moment he turned to Tian Lin, Tian Lin's words suddenly stopped. His eyes met Su Ming's, and his heart immediately roared.
When the roar echoed, Su Ming and the mountain peak disappeared in front of him, and a withered grassland appeared. There were so many families on the grassland. At this moment, a sad sound was heard. It was a real man in red clothes. In the massacre when the guards came, the true guard, who was tall and burly and exuded a bloody aura, was indifferent and indifferent after a young man with a trembling body and a fearful face kept resisting, but every time the true guard waved his sleeves and spurted blood. With contempt, he opened his mouth lightly.
"Knowing that you are invincible, you dare to attack Benwei. Forget it, it is kind of Benwei to keep you as a descendant of the fifth generation of Tian Kui."
After the killing was over and the real guard left, the young man looked up to the sky and let out a shrill roar, knelt on the ground and shed tears of blood.
Although all this disappeared in an instant, Tian Lin was trembling, and his eyes turned red in mid-air. This was the deepest pain hidden in his heart. It happened thousands of years ago in his hometown in the Shenyuan Wasteland. One scene!
His breathing became even more rapid and he looked at Su Ming sharply.
"What kind of magic is this!!"
"The bright sun represents reality, the bright moon represents hope, and the stars... are hometown. This is what Su understands clearly. The stars, sun and moon are illusory. As for your answer just now when you asked Su why he wanted to fight, and why you wanted to fight against the true guard, Same." Su Ming picked up the four dolls in front of him, and because they contained his blood, he gradually integrated the four dolls into Su Ming's body, as if he was... with them.
Su Ming knew that his third change of heart was just the beginning and had no end. The real end was when he compiled everyone's dolls and integrated them into his body. In this way, he spent this third time. Change of heart.
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These two chapters were very laborious to write, and I was always dissatisfied and revised them several times.
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