Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 6: Three Desolations Chapter 1238: Is There Another Autumn in the Dream?

"Concubine Man..."

"Meet Concubine Man..."

"The Lord of the Barbarians, the Lord of the Barbarians..." As Su Ming's consciousness centered on the holy island, he spread rapidly to the surroundings, covering the entire world of the Barbarians in the blink of an eye. Zhixiu was shrouded in Su Ming's will, and he obtained almost all of these people's memories related to Man Fei.

It's just that this memory is not complete, just some fragments. Unless Su Ming increases the power of his spiritual consciousness, in that case he will definitely be able to get all the answers he wants, but the price is... almost half of the barbarian cultivators will have their spiritual consciousness collapse and die.

After a long time, when the sound of the guzheng reverberated again, Su Ming withdrew his consciousness and saw the memories of many people. Among them, almost all the barbarians felt admiration for the barbarian concubine.

It was a symbol, a symbol of the barbarian spirit. Su Ming could see from the respect the barbarian cultivator had for the barbarian concubine. Over the past thousand years, for the scattered barbarians, if it had not been for Fang Canglan's existence, I am afraid that they would have been consumed long ago. In their own carnage.

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 beside him, who was playing the zither and talking about his speechless loneliness. He raised his right hand. Qi suddenly waved around.

With this move, the years were suddenly reversed in Su Ming's will.

Ten years ago... Fang Canglan stood by the window, looking at the sunset in the distance. Her figure was bleak, with a hint of loss. Behind her, there was a cultivator from the Ming clan whispering about the barbarians.

Twenty years ago... Fang Canglan played the guzheng, her beautiful face was like a statue, or maybe she was indeed a living statue.

Thirty years ago...all the barbarian islands sent envoys to offer sacrifices to the barbarians. On this holy island, tens of thousands of people filled the air, worshiping Fang Canglan. The voice of calling the barbarian concubine echoed, traveling through the years and falling into Su Ming's eyes. in the ears.

Forty years ago…

Fifty years ago... until a hundred years ago, Fang Canglan's life, apart from appearing in front of the barbarian cultivators every few years, was mostly spent in this palace, quietly playing the guzheng, and quietly looking outside by the window. Sky.

Two hundred years ago, the rain in the night sky condensed the moonlight, and when it fell on the sea, the moonlight turned into crystal drops. The Fang Canglan beside the window, with a thin figure, let the wind outside the window blow the rain and drenched it on its body.

It rained all night...

Three hundred years ago, Fang Canglan was no longer as calm as ever. She often saw struggle, hesitation, and a hint of helplessness on her face. Only the company of the guzheng seemed to be able to calm her down, no matter the snow or the snow. Falling rain is spent in silence in this cage, which is not a prison.

Four hundred years ago...

Five hundred years ago... Su Ming saw all the time Fang Canglan spent in this palace. She watched Fang Canglan go from struggling to being quiet, then from being quiet to being a habit, and then from being used to it, it gradually turned into darkness.

That was not seclusion. If it were seclusion, the thousands of years of time might not be torture, but fleeting, but this was a living life of more than a thousand years in a palace. These years were enough to defeat someone, especially she was just a woman.

Six hundred years ago...

Seven hundred years ago... until more than a thousand years later, Yu Su Ming saw this reversal in his eyes one by one. He saw the construction of the palace, the worship of the barbarians for more than a thousand years, and the entire Under Fang Canglan's calmness, the barbarians changed from a piece of loose sand to the spiritual soul they are today.

He also understood why there was such a strong power of destiny in this barbarian world. All of this... was because of Fang Canglan.

Until Su Ming saw in Su Ming's eyes that the palace on the mountain peak of the Holy Land had not yet been built and it was just an island belonging to the Ming Clan, he saw Yaman, Xuesha, Tianqi, Wushuang and others. Su Ming conferred the title on the once powerful man who gave the tribe the place to thrive. They and Fang Canglan were silently on the mountain peak, watching the rising and falling sea water in the distance.

Next to them, there was a gentle man, who was also standing there silently, that was... the second senior brother.

"I'm leaving. I want to leave the barbarian land and go to the outside world... to find my junior brother, your barbarian god."

"Following the imprint of the will of this place, I don't know if my memory will be complete after I leave, or if I will lose some, but I have a feeling that I will forget some things when I leave this time...

The memory of the barbarians will be much blurred. This is the price, the price of gaining cultivation, and the price of being branded by the will of this place..."

"Now, when I am still aware of my memories... I feel that the barbarians need a symbol. Although I am not a barbarian, my junior brother is a barbarian god. You... need a symbol that can unite the soul of the clan."

"She will be the Barbarian Concubine. As the concubine of the fourth generation Barbarian God, she will be above everything else and gather the scattered souls of the Barbarians. This is my suggestion."

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

Time has returned to this moment, to the distant sound of the guzheng in Su Ming's ears when he 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 done for the barbarians.

This is a very resolute girl, a girl who can sacrifice everything for the barbarians, or...she is not all for the barbarians, but more for Su Ming.

Thousands of years may not be a long time, but what is really long is that you don't know how long all this will last, how long you will wait in this palace, in this cage that is not a prison.

Maybe... it will be the day when the Dead Sea dries up.

Vaguely, the woman in Su Ming's eyes who was obviously older than before gradually overlapped with the figure in his memory who was on the peak of Nanze Island, silently watching him leave in the wind.

"I...are back." Su Ming's expression was soft, and the guilt in his heart was getting thicker and thicker. In the past thousand years of reversal, this guilt had been deeply buried in his soul, and it could not be erased or dissipated. .

For Fang Canglan, Su Ming couldn't tell what kind of feelings he had, whether it was back then or now. After time has settled, this feeling has now turned into a cup of thousand-year-old wine.

After drinking this wine, only those who taste it personally will know its taste. It will turn into three words. When Su Ming said it, his voice was soft but already hoarse.

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

The figure's appearance and breath were unfamiliar, but those eyes and the softness in them were the pupils that had appeared countless times in Fang Canglan's dreams.

Her expression was calm, but beneath this calmness, there was silent excitement and complexity, which turned into tears in the corners of her eyes and has been flowing for a thousand years...

"Under the Handan Mountain Bell, you and I became attached..." Su Ming murmured, raising his right hand and threading it 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 blankly. She tried hard to calm herself down, trying not to let tears fall, but she couldn't. Less than.

"The war between the witches and barbarians has begun, and it's already a deserted place to see each other again..." Su Ming stroked Fang Canglan's hair and gently pulled her into his arms. When Fang Canglan's head was buried in Su Ming's chest, he trembled. I felt Fang Canglan's heartbeat, and felt the thousand-year bitterness and waiting contained in her tears.

"Nanze Island, we look at each other from afar. When I left, I glanced at you from a distance..." Su Ming looked at the woman on his chest. The guilt in his heart made him speechless.

Love is speechless.

Who is it that has twisted this millennium of lovesickness for a long time, from the stillness of the wild continent to the vast ocean of the earth... In the flash of youth, where is the first meeting...

Those former acquaintances are still vaguely there, but in the thousands of years of changes, they are like dust falling into the river, leaving no trace.

Outside the window, the wind and rain sleeves are fluttering, the moonlight can't bear to come gently, the years are sighing, and the sorrow of separation... nothing can add more worry.

Is there another autumn in the dream?

Looking back with lowered eyebrows, burying it in her chest, the past is vague, and she can't tell whether this moment is a dream or sadness...

Yiyi sighed softly, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. Those tears seemed to reflect the figure that was once dancing with the wind on the mountain peak. This figure stood for Fangfei who had been waiting for her appearance over the years, as if at this moment, with that sigh, she poured out her love. Speechless again.

I just sigh that if each other are passers-by in life, then my heart will not hurt. The sigh is only for a moment, not more than three breaths... I just sigh that if life can be repeated, then if we don't know each other, maybe we can not know each other.

If we have never met, maybe we don't owe each other, and we can be like a secluded orchid hiding in a valley, watching the old days, the old sea, the sea and the rocks. The clouds are clear and the wind is gentle, accompanied by the guzheng, sitting under the moon at night, smiling sweetly, and sleeping in the afternoon with hazy eyes. I deceived my dream at noon, and also deceived my love...

Long and fragrant hair, plain clothes and a clean face, regardless of past and present life, no desire or pursuit, calm mind... no pain.

Su Ming took Canglan into his arms. That weak body made Su Ming's heart hurt. The pain was very deep, but it was a thousand years too late. The woman in his arms now was no longer the same woman who had blown her away from him a thousand years ago. The breeze that passed by moistened his heart and became eternity.

Canglan's invisible eyes were looking at the palace window on Su Ming's chest, looking at the lingering dusk and autumn colors outside. The autumn sunshine was like lingering thoughts that traveled through the ages. She murmured, buried here. Deep in the woman's heart, there are rumors that she could not express.

"I have forgotten the vicissitudes of life, all living beings, and myself, but I still cannot forget you..."——

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