Tian Lanmeng frowned. She was a little confused by Su Ming's words, but when she thought about it carefully, she still felt a little vague and unclear.
"What does it mean just to open your eyes?" Tian Lanmeng, a long-haired woman, asked softly after pondering for a moment.
Su Ming looked at the woman in front of him, and suddenly raised his right hand. With a wave of the air, his fingertips passed over the rock beside him. As the ice powder flew up, a flower appeared on the ice rock.
Blooming flowers.
The flower contains a kind of vitality that can be felt at a glance. Even at a glance, it is difficult to tell whether it is carved by ice or whether the flower actually exists in the ice.
"Come and copy." Su Ming put down his hand and said calmly.
Tian Lanmeng's eyes flashed and he looked at the flower and jade on the glacier. He raised his hand and pointed with a few strokes in the air. Immediately, an ice flower appeared again on the glacier.
The two flowers look exactly the same, and it is almost difficult to tell the difference in appearance and form.
"Do you understand?" Su Ming looked at Tianlan Meng.
The long-haired woman frowned, and after a while, she shook her head.
Su Ming raised his right hand again. This time he was very simple. He pointed at the rock beside him and poked a small hole in the rock. There were cracks on the edge of the hole, which spread several times.
"Come and copy." Su Ming's words remained calm.
Tian Lanmeng looked at the small cave in the rock behind Su Ming's raised finger. He was silent for a long time. When he raised his head to look at Su Ming, there was something complicated in his eyes.
"You are always copying." Su Ming looked at the woman and said slowly.
"Because you feel that God is the Tao, and what you are looking for is something ethereal, so you can copy all things. Because you feel that you are searching, you will naturally find the Tao.
I don’t know what Tao is..." But according to the meaning of your words just now, I can understand that although Tao is ethereal, it exists, and it exists in this world, perhaps in every plant, tree, flower and stone.
, all have the existence of Tao.
What I am looking for is not the Tao, but my heart as my wish and God as my environment. I open my eyes and draw my wish... So, I can draw, but you can only copy."
Tian Lanmeng was silent for a long time, and her eyes became more complex as she looked at Su Ming.
"If everyone in the world is drunk, and you wake up alone, it means that everyone in the world is awake and you sleep alone..." Tian Lanmeng murmured, and she suddenly understood why people in the Ninth Peak are not like ordinary people.
The strange exhaustion of understanding.
"In the same stroke, I painted the sword that exists in my heart and belongs to me, and you are just copying my stroke. There are some things that you can copy, and there are some things that you can't copy.
[Baidu Qiu Mo Bar Quick Hand Beat, Ergen Book Fan Official YY: 3943]" Su Ming stood up, holding the piece of wood in his hand, and turned it over to expose the back.
"I came here and answered these questions to ask you something. Now it seems that there is no need to ask. You don't understand." Su Ming sighed softly, turned around and left.
"Su Ming!" As Su Ming turned around, a majestic momentum suddenly came from behind him. Tianlan Mengyuan stood up slowly. She looked at Su Ming with persistence in her eyes.
"I can't see the painting on the back of this wood chip, but I can feel it. If you want to know the origin of this wood chip, I can tell you, but I want to know. There are some things you said that I can't copy.
What is meant!"
"Do you really want to know?" Su Ming paused in his steps, without looking back, and spoke calmly.
"If you can solve my doubts, gold and stone, barbarian god transformation, and Tianhan Sword, I will give them all to you!" Tian Lanmeng said, raised his right hand and waved, and immediately the three boxes went straight to Su Ming and fell.
By Su Ming's side.
"If you can only talk but can't do it, then I won't make it difficult for you. You can take the wood piece and leave, but the price is that you have to agree to a condition of me and cannot refuse." Tian Lanmeng's expression returned to normal, calmly.
Open your mouth.
Su Ming was silent for a moment, turned around, flicked his sleeves, and immediately put away the three boxes on the ground. Looking at Tianlan Meng, Su Ming raised his right hand and pointed at the rock next to it.
The rock shook, and a faint trace appeared on it. The trace looked like a brushstroke or a sword, and a feeling of sadness suddenly emanated from it.
Tian Lanmeng didn't say anything. She only glanced at it, then raised her hand and pointed away. Suddenly, a painting that was exactly the same as Su Ming's magical strokes appeared there.
On the rocks.
Su Ming moved his right hand again. This time, he made ten strokes in a row. Each stroke seemed to be the same, but in fact it was completely different. Each stroke landed on the rocks one by one, causing the rocks to roar.
Tian Lanmeng's expression was calm, and she started copying almost at the same time as Su Ming drew it out. When Su Ming paused in ten strokes, ten identical copy strokes suddenly appeared next to him.
Su Ming stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his whole body suddenly rose into the air. In mid-air, he closed his eyes, raised his right hand towards the seventh peak, and drew a stroke.
Ten strokes, a hundred strokes, a thousand strokes... As Su Ming's right hand drew, the entire seventh peak shook. On the surface of the mountain, long marks suddenly appeared. The long marks were all over the warehouse.
Su Ming burned in the air
Every stroke seems to be the same, but in fact, it is completely different.
Tian Lanmeng's body also rose into the air. Next to Su Ming, he raised his right hand and copied each stroke one by one. Although each stroke was different, this effect could be achieved by copying.
As the two of them were painting and copying, the entire Seventh Peak began to vibrate. The roaring sound made all the disciples on this peak shake their minds and look up.
At this moment, on the seventh peak, there was an old woman wearing a white robe, looking at Su Ming and Tianlan Meng in mid-air with piercing eyes.
After finishing the thousand strokes, Su Ming did not pause, and painted again with a calm expression. This was not difficult for him. The number of strokes he had made on the drawing board during these days was far more than what he has done now. At this moment, he drew freely
, using this mountain as the screen, one thousand, three thousand, five thousand, seven thousand...
The outline of each stroke, and the breath of indifference gradually made Tian Lanmeng on the side slow down in the copying speed. She gradually seemed to be a little less casual than Su Ming, because she was copying,
Su Ming, on the other hand, was just doing whatever he wanted.
One is to draw what is in his mind, and the other is to copy it.
As time passed, Su Ming continued to draw, and he drew ten thousand strokes. He did not stop, as if he was completely immersed in painting, and the outlines of the seventh peak were like spreading out.
Like heaven and earth.
On the seventh peak, the many female disciples, under the vibration of the peak, witnessed the strange competition between Su Ming and Tian Lan Meng in the sky, and their expressions changed.
Bai Su stood on the mountain peak, looked at Su Ming in the sky, and took a deep breath. She suddenly realized that the Su Ming in front of her seemed a little different from the disgusting person in her memory.
But when Su Ming painted more than 13,000 strokes, Tian Lanmeng could no longer draw her. There was sweat on her forehead. The reason why the speed slowed down was because these more than 10,000 strokes were completely different in painting.
, it was already difficult for her to copy this different feeling.
But she still gritted her teeth and persisted, copying stroke by stroke, but her speed was getting slower and slower. When she had copied fifteen thousand strokes, Su Ming had already drawn nearly twenty thousand strokes beside him.
Those 20,000 different strokes made Tian Lanmeng's complexion turn pale. Her movements gradually became slower and slower. In the end, she stopped. Looking at Su Ming, she bit her lower lip.
Su Ming still had his eyes closed, and as he swung one stroke, at the moment when the twenty-three thousand strokes came down, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the last stroke was suddenly drawn towards the sky with one finger.
The moment it passed by, the sky roared, and a huge crack suddenly appeared in mid-air. Although it was only an instant, it was precisely because it was an instant that it disappeared immediately after it appeared, leaving no trace!
"Can you copy it?" Su Ming stood in the air and looked at Tianlan Meng.
Tian Lanmeng trembled, looking at the last stroke, unable to say a word.
"This is not Sima Xin's sword!" Tian Lanmeng said hoarsely after a while.
"No, this is mine." Su Ming said softly, turned around, and walked away step by step in mid-air.
"Your condition is nothing more than cooperation in the Tianlan Witch Hunt. If it has anything to do with the thing you gave me, this cooperation is fine." Su Ming's back disappeared into the distance, and his voice floated across the sky.
In the ears of Tian Lanmeng.
On the seventh peak, the old woman in white looked at Su Ming's leaving figure [Baidu Qiu Mo Bar Quick Hand Beat, Ergen Book Fans Official YY: 3943], looked up at the sky, and there was a bright light in her eyes.
"Making paintings..." the old woman murmured and looked towards the Ninth Peak.
"This son has not been worshiping the Ninth Peak for a long time, but he has such clear regrets... But, is the word "creation" really the true meaning of my barbarian tribe... Uncle Tianxiezi, your eldest disciple became a disciple because of his enlightenment.
I had to retreat and couldn't get out.
Because of your enlightenment, your second disciple had an internal split...
Because of your enlightenment, your third disciple discovered that dreams are different from reality...
These three people have both succeeded and failed... Maybe one day they will succeed again, but it's just maybe... Now, you, the fourth disciple, will also step into that threshold, and something will appear in him
What changes...
You can survive four changes of heart, but stop at the fifth... But even if you finally survive, there are more waiting for you later. If you are like this, how can your disciples? It is difficult to create
..." The old woman shook her head, her expression became complicated.
"Meng'er is the best among her peers in the Earth Han Sect in terms of cultivation. In terms of state of mind, I let her understand the way of the outside world. This method is stable, but it has nothing to do with barbarity."...
Amidst the complex murmur of the old woman's expression, at the top of the Ninth Peak, in Tianxie's cave, Tianxiezi was sitting cross-legged. His expression was twisted, showing pain and struggle. His clothes were sometimes white, sometimes black.
, sometimes red, sometimes green, but most of the time, it stays in purple. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest