Su Ming looked at the painting. After a long time, he picked up the drawing board, turned it over, and kept the painting.
Before the people in the painting raised their feet to crush the green grass, Su Ming's painting would not be painted on top, but on the back.
He has not yet thought about how to fight against Sima Xin in this battle, how to resolve it, how to... win! This battle may be the battle between him and Sima Xin in the cold weather before the witch hunt in Tianlan.
Within the sect, the final battle begins!
The peaceful night slowly passed by. This night, Su Ming did not paint. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes slightly. While breathing, what appeared in his mind was the figure in the snow in his memory.
Faintly, Su Ming had a vague understanding in his heart. He felt that the battle with Sima Xin this time was not the important point. The important point was the woman named Bai Su. The important thing was that she had Bai Su.
The wildness of the spirit still has the same appearance.
The important point is that many times, if you are not mentally prepared, you will regard her as her for a moment...
The most important thing is that his heart seems to be undergoing a transformation. This transformation does not come suddenly, as if it has already existed. Until now, it seems that it has condensed to a certain extent and needs to explode.
The early morning sunlight came down the cave and was covered in front of Su Ming. Along with the sunlight came in the voice of the woman outside the cave.
"Even if you kick me out again today, I will still come, every day!"
After the voice came, it quickly calmed down. Su Ming knew that it was only Zimo who drove him out of the Ninth Peak again.
But not long after, Bai Su's voice came again.
"Su Ming, if you dare not face it, there will always be a flaw in your heart!"
The whole day passed slowly like this again and again, until at dusk, when Bai Su came to the ninth peak, she was driven away by a car again. Her body could no longer bear it.
, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Zi Che hesitated.
He never thought that there would be a person with such perseverance. Bai Su went up the mountain seventeen times in one day!
It wasn't until blood spurted out and he was injured that he had to retreat... Looking at the blood seeping into the ice, Zimo looked towards the cave where Su Ming was.
The cave was completely silent without any sound. Zi Che was silent for a moment and sat cross-legged aside.
The next day, Bai Su came again.
On this day, she went up the mountain nineteen times, but in the end she left a mouthful of blood, her face turned pale, and she was unable to come back again.
Until the dusk of the third day, when Bai Su stood outside Su Ming's cave and stood in front of Zi Che for the twentieth time that day, Zi Che's raised right hand could not be waved out.
He looked at the girl in front of him. Her face was extremely pale and her body was shaky. But the persistence in her eyes and the tenacity in her bones made Zimo hesitate.
Although her stance was different, Zi Che had admiration for the Bai Su in front of her. In three days, she went up the mountain more than fifty times and was driven away more than fifty times, but she still persisted.
The more she was driven away, the stronger the obsession in her eyes became. Zi Che had no doubt that even if she drove him away at this moment, maybe she would not have the strength to come back today, but tomorrow, even if she was injured, she would still
arrival.
If this goes on for a long time, this woman, no matter how good her body is, will not be able to bear it. Moreover, her cultivation has just begun. From the looks of it, this woman has not even had time to remove the barbaric lines from her cultivation.
Draw it.
"Why bother..." Zimo looked at Bai Su and said with a wry smile.
"You can drive me away again, but I will still persist!" Bai Su's voice was very weak. As she spoke, she turned her head and glanced in the direction of the first peak.
"The more times you go, the more restless his heart will be. The more serious your injuries are, the more painful his heart will be... He can't be ruthless or forgetful. I'm very proud of this.
Sure!
But, Bai Su, I don’t want you to be like this, because my heart hurts even more...Sima Xin’s soft words echoed in Bai Su’s heart.
In Bai Su's eyes, there is more tenacity and persistence.
Zi Che sighed and suddenly raised his right hand. As Su Ming's guardian of the mountain, he must obey Su Ming's words. He did not dare to disobey.
Facing this stubborn woman, just when Zi Che was about to drive her down the mountain again, a calm word came from Su Ming's cave.
"You have gone up the mountain many times to tell me what you want to do."
After Su Ming's words came out, Zi Che breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He felt a little pity for the woman in front of him. Although he didn't know much, he could imagine that the arrival of this woman must be related to Sima Xin.
"I want to learn painting." Bai Su looked at the cave where Su Ming was and said firmly.
"If you don't teach me personally, I will still come here every day, either I die, or until the day you agree!" Although Bai Su's voice was weak, the persistence revealed in it was disturbing.
Doubtful, she does what she says.
"Is it worth it... This matter has nothing to do with you." After a long silence in the cave, Su Ming's voice sounded like he was sighing.
Bai Su did not speak, but the persistence in his eyes did not diminish at all.
"In my memory, there is indeed a woman who looks very similar to you... She appears in front of me again and again, tearing the wounds of my memory. Is this what you are going to do to help Sima Xin..." Su
Ming's murmuring voice floated out from the cave.
Bai Su was silent, and there seemed to be hesitation in the persistence in his eyes, but the hesitation soon dissipated.
"It was you who stole Brother Sima's treasure first..." Bai Su gritted her silver teeth, but before she could finish her words, a sudden strong wind suddenly came out from the cave, swept Xiu up and drove her away from the mountain.
In the cave, Su Ming looked at the drawing board in front of him, and Su Ming calmly put down his right hand.
The sky outside gradually dimmed until there was pitch black. In this late night, the Ninth Peak was silent. Perhaps the second senior brother at this moment would wander around the mountain like a ghost, looking for the person he thought was stealing the flowers and plants.
people.
Perhaps the current Third Senior Brother is hiding in a corner somewhere, peeping at something with that mysterious smile, and feels that he is the smartest there.
Perhaps senior brother is still under the ice, unable to see the sunrise or sunset, and in that silence, silently retreats and meditates silently.
Su Ming closed his eyes and took out the broken bone from the storage bag. The damage was difficult to repair and he couldn't make a sound when he blew it. Su Ming put it to his mouth and blew gently.
silent.
But in Su Ming's ears, he vaguely heard the whimpering sound, which lingered around his body and echoed in his mind for a long time.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but the moon in the cave sheds soft moonlight, reflecting on the icebergs, refracting colorful colors. In this quiet night, Su Ming blew silently, silently experiencing a kind of music that was different from painting.
of peace.
Until the song ended, an old voice came to Su Ming's ears.
"The music is good."
The moment he heard this voice, Su Ming opened his eyes suddenly, and his heart beat rapidly. He saw a person coming into his cave from nowhere!
This person, wearing a purple gown, stood there with his back to himself. Some of the moonlight fell on this person, seeming to evaporate the purple energy from his body, forming a strange coercion that enveloped the entire cave.
"Disciple pays homage to the master." Su Ming immediately stood up and bowed to the figure with his back to him.
Although Su Ming's expression seemed to be as usual, without any change, there was now a big wave in his heart. This big wave was not due to Tian Xiezi's sudden arrival, nor was it because Su Ming did not discover it in advance.
But Tian Xiezi at this moment is wearing purple clothes!
Su Ming had never seen Tian Xiezi in this state before, and his ears seemed to hear the words of the second senior brother that day again, a rumor about the purple-clothed master, and the solemn look on the second senior brother's face that day.
In addition, what also frightened Su Ming was the sound of losing money. This sound existed in his memory, but Tian Xiezi's words before were actually in Su Ming's memory. This sound in his heart
The moment it disappeared came.
Is this a coincidence, or...
Su Ming looked at the purple-clothed master who had his back turned to him, and subconsciously took a step back.
"Are you afraid?" Tian Xiezi, who was dressed in purple, never turned around. His old voice contained a sense of blood. Su Ming was immediately aware of this feeling.
This kind of blood may appear after being solidified for a long time, or it may be just contaminated!
Su Ming saw at a glance that there was blood coming from a place at the hem of the master's purple clothes. This blood was not felt, but he smelled it!
This is not Tian Xiezi's blood. Obviously, this is Tian Xiezi's blood that was... stained by someone else's blood before he came back!
"Disciple has never seen Master wearing a purple gown. I feel a little uncomfortable..." Su Ming was silent for a moment and spoke truthfully.
"Don't be afraid, you will get used to it." The bloody feeling in Tian Xiezi's voice suddenly became stronger. His body slowly turned around, his eyes were like torches, and he looked at Su Ming.
The moment he turned around, Su Ming immediately saw clearly that Tian Xiezi's kind face was as cold as frost at this moment, and his face was even more gloomy, but in his eyes, there was
no offence.
Behind him, Su Ming had an illusion. He seemed to see an illusory sea of blood. In the sea of blood, there was a stone statue. The stone statue had its arms folded on its chest. It opened its eyes and looked at Su Ming without malice.
"Fourth brother, do you know how to fight with others?" Tian Xiezi looked at Su Ming and spoke hoarsely, with a hint of cruelty in the corner of his mouth as he spoke.
This cruelty was not directed at Su Ming. It seemed that these words would arouse Tian Xiezi's heart and cause his emotions to fluctuate.
I think Tian Xiezi is very handsome today. Please give me a recommendation for the next monthly ticket!