When he saw part of the wind blowing towards Su Ming emanating from his back, the expression of the old man named Jing suddenly became solemn. He suddenly understood why Bai Changzai valued the Su Ming in front of him so much. ("")
"What a Su Ming..." the old man surnamed Jing murmured.
"I originally wanted him to be able to withstand the stimulation of the words for a longer period of time. After all, the wind blowing at such a speed in the icy sky is by no means ordinary. It is an excellent body-tempering wind...
And at the tip of this sword, only one person can obtain this kind of body-tempering creation. For Bai Changzai's sake, this person is allowed to practice here.
But, I didn't expect... this person's power of understanding has reached such an extent, and he has actually realized this level!" The old man surnamed Jing looked at Su Ming with bright eyes.
"I asked him to imagine himself as the wind, so that when the two winds collide, he can feel the power of the wind, thereby achieving the effect of quenching the body and quenching the wind with the wind... But what he clearly understood was beyond this realm.
Let your body be penetrated by the wind, so that... there will be no wind when encountering the wind, and if the person is there or not..." The old man surnamed Jing was stunned for a long time, and looked at Su Ming with a strange look.
Su Ming sat cross-legged there for a long time before he opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with calmness.
"Senior Jing, the wind is a bit weak now, can you make the crack a little bigger?"
The old man surnamed Jing snorted, but did not say the word "waste" again. Instead, he raised his right hand and touched the front of Su Ming. Suddenly, the crack expanded a little, making the wind blowing stronger.
At the moment when the strong wind blew towards Su Ming, Su Ming closed his eyes, and the sweat pores all over his body suddenly opened. In his mind, he imagined that his body had become the blood mist, and there were countless tiny gaps in it. These gaps could let the wind blow.
It passes directly through it, as if it doesn't exist.
It was as if his sweat pores could breathe, and the wind blowing on his body was sucked away by his hair in a strange way, rapidly transformed and exchanged in the body, and then emitted from the sweat pores behind him. (《》)
It's just that this way of breathing cannot replace Su Ming's real breathing. It will also make him feel suffocated, and even the exchange of breath will cause stronger and stronger stinging in his body. However, this way
, indeed allows him to maintain a high speed that exceeds the weight of his load in the strong wind, even in terms of time.
Time passed, and when late night came the next day, Su Ming opened his eyes, took a few steps back, took a few deep breaths, and his complexion gradually recovered. With such actions, he felt that he had lost his temper throughout the day.
This lasted many times.
The old man named Jing never spoke again, but kept looking at Su Ming with a strange look, watching the scene where Su Ming breathed through his sweat pores.
"As far as I know, there are some ferocious beasts that do not need mouths and noses to breathe. They use the skin of their bodies instead of mouths and noses... If I didn't know that you are indeed a barbarian and see the way you suffocate from time to time, I would definitely
I would think you were transformed into a ferocious beast." The old man surnamed Jing said strangely.
"This method of yours is different from my previous judgment, but judging from your appearance, this method won't last for long. After all, it...can't be perfect." The old man surnamed Jing pondered for a moment and said slowly.
“But my speed is much faster than before, and I can persist for a much longer time. For me, this result is already very satisfying.
As for a more perfect way... you need to survive this war before you can be qualified to understand it." Su Ming was silent for a while and said in a deep voice.
The old man surnamed Jing didn't seem to agree, but he seemed to have remembered something, and instead of refuting, he sighed.
"Maybe you are right. Only by surviving can you have a chance. You can practice on your own. I am a little tired..." He shook his head, closed his eyes, and meditated silently.
At night, the sky was dotted with stars, but Su Ming had no time to look at them. After resting for a while, he took a deep breath and came to the air vent at the tip of the sword again. After sitting down cross-legged, he used this method that even the old man surnamed Jing didn't like.
It’s a very understanding way to practice.
In fact, Su Ming didn't know much about this. He just figured out a method based on the blood mist that persists. This method doesn't seem difficult. It can control every different breath of the sweat pores in the whole body.
, this requires a sense of subtlety, which is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. (《》7*
Even Su Ming needs to keep trying before he can slowly find some rules and slowly start this kind of tempering that is completely different from bearing weights.
"Don't give up even if you are carrying a heavy load. Not what others say is completely correct. Moreover, this war will probably last for many years, and its brutality is unbelievable. Survival... is the key point!" Su Ming's eyes were firm,
Closed his eyes.
The night gradually passed, and when the early morning sun of the third day looked up, Su Ming saw a different kind of sunrise in the sky.
That sunrise was spectacular, attracting Su Ming's attention. After a long time, he closed his eyes and immersed himself in the tempering of the wind, until late at night fell again, until the third dark night passed, and a new morning came again.
, Su Ming stood up and walked to the old man surnamed Jing, who always had his eyes closed as if sleeping.
The moment he came, the old man opened his eyes.
"Senior Jing, thank you for your enlightenment." Su Ming cupped his fists and bowed, with gratitude in his eyes.
"There's no need to thank me now. If you can survive this war, it's never too late to thank me." Su Ming got used to the way the old man surnamed Jing spoke. Hearing this, he smiled and took out the sky from his arms.
The wooden slip that Xiezi gave him was handed to the old man respectfully.
The old man named Jing took the wooden slip, glanced at it and frowned.
"Senior, this junior is leaving here." Su Ming said calmly.
"With Senior Tian Xiezi's token, you can leave at any time, but there is still more than a day's journey to reach Tianlan City. If you leave now, you will have to go to Tianlan City by yourself." Jing surnamed
The old man raised his head and glanced at Su Ming.
"If there is nothing particularly important, I suggest you not do this."
"This matter is very important to this junior." Su Ming looked at the old man.
"I'll give you seven days. With your speed, you can reach Tianlan City. You can feel the specific location by looking at your vitality mark on the sword.
If you don't return after seven days, you will be treated as a defector!" The old man named Jing flicked his sleeves, threw the wooden slips in his hand towards Su Ming, closed his eyes again, and stopped paying attention.
But when he was shaking his sleeves just now, on the protective light curtain of the big sword behind him, there was a distorted fluctuation in a position. Apparently, that was the temporary exit he opened for Su Ming.
Su Ming took the wooden slip, cupped his fists and bowed to the old man. He turned around and looked at his car in the crowd, looking at the edge of his sword. Su Ming smiled and nodded, with encouragement in his eyes.
Zi Che was silent, looking at Su Ming, and nodded in the same way.
As for Tianlan Meng, she was still sitting on the edge of the sword, with her back to Su Ming, her hair shawl, as if she was looking at the sky, wondering what she was thinking.
Su Ming withdrew his gaze. Under the surprised gazes of the people around him, he swayed and walked straight towards the temporary door opened behind the old man. In a flash, he penetrated through the twisted light curtain.
The moment Su Ming left the light curtain, a deafening roar echoed in his ears. The roar continued, and the ice-cold sword roared away. When Su Ming turned around and looked back, he could only
Saw a black dot disappearing in the distance.
What disappeared immediately was the violent roar just now.
The vast sky gradually became silent. Su Ming stood there alone, looking into the distance. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and took a step towards the earth.
The moment he stepped forward, the ice ring on his body exploded in front of him. The speed at this moment was astonishing. Even as he was galloping, he felt a strong wind resistance hitting his face. The moment the wind resistance approached, Su Ming launched his
The breathing method that I have figured out by myself.
His body flashed and disappeared without a trace.
This speed has reached a shocking level. A moment later, on this land of barbarians, on the top of a mountain in the mountains, there suddenly appeared a roaring wind, and there were even distorted ripples of nothingness echoing. Su Ming's body,
He stood there like an afterimage reunited.
His face was pale. After appearing, he took several breaths of air and then gradually recovered, but his eyes were bright and his heart was beating rapidly.
"The speed is much faster than before...it can even last half an hour!"
Su Ming had a smile on his face. After the energy and blood in his body calmed down, he lowered his head and looked down at the mountains. On a piece of land not far away, there was a small village surrounded by wood.
Barbarian tribe.
In the tribe in the early morning, there was smoke from the cooking pots, and the noise of some children playing could be faintly heard. Standing here, Su Ming saw that in the small tribe, people were starting a new day.
This was Su Ming's second visit to this tribe. His eyes stared inside at a house that looked very ordinary.
His body swayed and he walked down the mountain, towards the tribe.
Su Ming's arrival was silent. With his cultivation, the people of this small tribe could step inside without them noticing. When his body appeared in the village, this ordinary house
While outside, Su Ming heard a wisp of Xun music coming from inside the house.
This song is full of tranquility, and after listening to it, the whole person will feel at peace.
Su Ming stood there, closed his eyes, and was immersed in the music. After a long time, the music gradually dispersed, and an old voice came out hoarsely from the house.
"You came……"
"Junior Su Ming, please see senior." Su Ming opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, and he cupped his fists and bowed.
"Come in, your Xun, I've fixed it."
Su Ming looked respectful and opened the door of the house. The moment he stepped into the house, he saw that the interior was the same as before. Even the position where he sat had not changed at all, as if Zao had never stood up in these days.
Old man Xun looked at him there with a kind smile on his face.