The moment Su Ming opened his eyes, his eyes showed a bright light. The light turned into normal in an instant. At the same time, the hòuhòu snowflakes accumulated on Su Ming's body also disappeared silently at this moment.
It floated up on its own, filled the outside of Su Ming's body, and slowly rotated.
The second senior brother sat aside, looking attentively with a smile on his face.
At this moment, there was a proud look on the top of the mountain. Tian Xiezi, who had put away the token, seemed to be aware of it and looked at Su Ming. However, the moment he looked at Su Ming, he looked much different from before.
Because of the difference, his face gradually gained dignity.
At the same time, Huzi in the cave also walked out of the cave, stood outside, and looked in the direction of the platform on the mountainside.
In the ice basin below the ninth peak, there is now a gaze that seems to be staring at it.
Su Ming opened his eyes, but there was a calmness in his eyes. That kind of calmness was different from the calmness in the past, but a kind of immobility of mind, a kind of calmness that would not cause the slightest ripple in his heart even if the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked in front of him.
of silence.
What allowed him to be so meditative was the snowflakes he was looking at. They were spinning and dancing. As Su Ming's right hand slowly raised, they immediately condensed towards his right hand and turned into a pen of ice and snow.
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This pen was held by Su Ming and he waved it in the void in front of him.
After a few strokes of outline, where the tip of the pen passed, there was residual snow floating and lingering, causing Su Ming to draw a mountain in the void in front of him as he swung his pen, using the void as a canvas.
The lines of the mountain are made of residual snow, floating in the air. They seem ordinary, but if you watch them carefully for a long time, they will feel lifelike.
When Su Ming painted this mountain, his heart was quiet. It was a kind of tranquility that he had never experienced before, a kind of peace that had never appeared in his heart after leaving Wushan.
In this kind of calmness, he didn't know that behind him, there was his second senior brother sitting there. He didn't know that there was Hu Zi's gaze in the distance. He didn't know that in the basin inside the mountain peak, he didn't know that the senior brother's concern and the mountain peak were there.
At the top, an old man wearing a white shirt.
All his energy was concentrated in the pen of his right hand, on the remnants of the remaining snow and the scene he wanted to paint most at the moment.
At this moment, he was not in trance, but it was more like being in trance. He did not close his eyes and enter that strange state, but it was more like he was deep in that state and unwilling to extricate himself.
"Creation..., painting... this is the answer he gave me..." On the top of the mountain, Tian Xiezi couldn't find the slightest bit of humor in him when he faced the old man in purple robe, but there was an indescribable feeling in his body.
With wisdom, he looked at his fourth disciple in his eyes.
"The boss clearly understood that he was making noise, so he retreated into seclusion and escaped from the noise into silence. After getting rid of everything, what was left was his original mind. Therefore, what he cultivated was the sound of creation."
"What the second child understands clearly is to make flowers. The creation of flowers and plants turns them into a pair of hands of creation, controlling life and death."
"What Lao San clearly understands is the word "creation" itself. When one enters a dream like a dream, it is creation..."
"I didn't expect that what this kid, Lao Si, realized was the fourth kind of ghost transformation...making paintings..." Tian Xiezi murmured, his eyes brightening.
On the platform, Su Ming looked at the mountain he had drawn, and the pen on his right hand was still sketching it one stroke at a time. Gradually, five peaks, Wushan, appeared on the mountain, and he drew it.
At the moment when Wu Shan was drawn, the mountain lines loomed on his face, seeming to reflect them, which made Su Ming's cultivation within his body show signs of functioning without him knowing it.
The ice and snow brush in Su Ming's hand drew a long mark downwards the moment he finished painting the mountain. The long mark was shocking, like a sharp sword, revealing a terrifying murderous intention.
As soon as this murderous intention came out, Tian Xiezi's expression on the top of the mountain suddenly changed.
At the same time, the second senior brother who was always paying attention to Su Ming also had a solemn expression, as did Hu Zi outside the cave in the distance.
There was also the senior brother who was in seclusion. The moment he noticed this long mark, his breathing became rapid.
"What a strong evil spirit!!"
Su Ming was not aware of all this. He just followed his own heart, created paintings and created his own life in this calmness.
His pen paused at the end of the long mark, and gradually outlined the Wushan tribe in the wild patterns on his body. The plants, trees, and houses slowly appeared in front of him.
, reflected in the void with his barbaric patterns.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but the pen in his hand paused after outlining the entire Wushan tribe.
In the empty painting in front of him, there are mountains, scenery, grass and trees, and houses connected together with fences, forming a seemingly complete picture of a tribe.
It's exactly the same as his barbaric pattern.
But Su Ming still raised his hand, but paused, as if he didn't know how to draw the next stroke. His eyes were still calm, but deep in the calm, there was confusion.
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Time passes, a long time, a long time.
"Creating flowers, making flowers, making paintings, creation,... they are all made out of nothing... There is surprise in the silence, and there is something in the mirror... Junior brother, I feel that there is something missing in this painting..." The second senior brother said softly
The words echoed softly in Su Ming’s ears
Su Ming was silent. Gradually, the sky became darker, and a moon appeared in the sky. The moonlight fell on the earth, and the silver light cast by it made people feel cold after looking at it.
At this night, no one on the Ninth Peak was sleeping, and they were all staring at Su Ming. They knew that this day would be extremely important to Su Ming, especially now that he had obviously found his own way to meditate, but he
Still a little confused and not comprehensive.
This time is very critical for Su Ming.
Perhaps few people from the Tianhan Sect outside the Ninth Peak understand this, but on the Ninth Peak, what they practice is different from others, and they know how important this first enlightenment is.
Until the sky slowly changed from pitch black, the horizon became bright again, and the moon in the sky was about to disappear. When only a shadow remained, Su Ming's right hand, which had been paused for a long time, suddenly moved!
The moment he moved his right hand, Tian Xiezi on the top of the mountain immediately looked extremely solemn, as did the second senior brother, the third senior brother, and the senior senior brother who was in seclusion.
They watched as Su Ming's right hand moved, holding a pen, and suddenly drew a circle on the Wushan Department map in front of him, which was filled with voids.
This circle is very simple and can be completed with just one stroke. However, it took Su Ming a whole night to draw just such a simple stroke. At the moment of painting, Su Ming's body trembled violently, and his face was filled with
Next to the Wushan pattern, there is also a circle at this moment, gradually emerging.
At the same time, Su Ming's body had no inner cultivation, and it was running violently. It reached the extreme in an instant. It seemed that it had reached the peak of the early stage of opening the dust. It seemed that with one more step, it would enter the middle stage of the opening of the dust!
It was at this time that on the screen he drew in front of Su Ming, the circle emitted a dazzling light. This light was red, and the circle seemed to be burning, turning into a moon.
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Blood moon!
The burning blood moon!
This was the first wild pattern that Su Ming gave up when he was meditating. At this moment, in his calm state, he drew it in this first painting of his life.
At the moment when the blood moon was painted, the atmosphere of the painting suddenly changed and turned into a blood moon and black mountain painting! A shocking evil aura suddenly emerged from the blood moon and black mountain painting. This evil aura was so strong
, which made the second senior brother next to Su Ming look solemn.
The tiger outside the cave even shivered and muttered a few words.
As for the senior brother who was in seclusion, after a long moment of silence, a sigh came out.
"The Ninth Peak, from now on, there may be no peace. Chuan...but he is a junior brother, and that's enough."
The appearance of the Blood Moon Wushan Diagram caused Su Ming's body to tremble. The cultivation level in his body directly broke through the previous limit. The sound of banging echoed around Su Ming's body. His cultivation level directly increased from the early stage of the Opening of the Dust.
, reached the middle stage of opening up the dust!
A sudden enlightenment, a painting, and a stroke of blood moon changed Su Ming's pattern, and also allowed his cultivation to break through!
"My disciple, Tian Xiezi, does not need martial arts or supernatural powers. I only need to understand and meditate, and understand the creation of heaven and earth..." Tian Xiezi's words appeared in Su Ming's mind. At this moment, he finally
Understand, what Tian Xiezi taught him.
That is a completely different path to cultivating one’s mind than others!
What he cultivates in the Ninth Peak lineage is not the power of exercises or magical powers, but the heart!
Tian Xiezi on the top of the mountain was silent at the moment. After a long time, he slowly turned around and walked towards the sealed hall. His back was a little staggering, but his steps were steady.
When he turned around, no one could see that there was a firmness that contained sadness on his face.
"Master, I will prove to you that my barbarian's way of cultivation... is wrong! You are wrong, you are all wrong!"
After Tian Xiezi left, the scene in front of Su Ming on the ninth peak platform gradually turned into snowflakes again and began to scatter as the calmness in Su Ming's eyes dissipated.
"Junior brother, I think you have a nice place here. I would like to plant some flowers and plants on this platform. Can you think of it?" The moment Su Ming regained consciousness, the soft voice of his second senior brother came to his ears.
Su Ming was startled. He turned around and immediately saw his second senior brother who had appeared here at an unknown time. He quickly stood up and looked at the platform that was now filled with flowers and plants.
"Uh..., second senior brother, can you leave me a place to meditate..."
"Oh, okay, I'll leave you a small space..." The second senior brother blinked and smiled gently.
"By the way, during the days when you were enlightened, the second senior brother caught a living creature for you and placed it with your third senior brother. You can go and see it when you have time.
Also, there is a very beautiful nephew who came to see you. If you have a chance to see her, remember to ask your senior brother what the name of the little girl next to her is."
I will resume normal updates tomorrow. For the chapters I owe, I will take a rest and continue to pay off my debts." Alas, when will it end?
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