After hesitating for a moment, Su Ming looked at the leather tent with the faint light of fire coming out. In the end, he did not go there, but returned to his own leather tent in the moonlight and falling snowflakes.
Maybe it's because I haven't been back for a few days. It's very cold inside the leather tent, and the breath can turn into a white mist. Even if you look at it, you will feel the coldness here.
The lonely leather tent had no warmth at all. It was completely different from what Su Ming had felt at Lei Chen's house before.
Su Ming was silent, found some firewood, took out the kindling, and slowly lit up the fire in this lonely house alone. Despite the cold night, he relied on the energy from the third level of the blood coagulation realm in his body.
The blood could resist, but he didn't know why. He always felt that there was something missing in this family that he couldn't explain.
With a sigh, Su Ming lit the firewood, and the fire gradually spread out, bringing with it a warmth that caused the cold air in the tent to spread around.
Sitting next to the fire, Su Ming looked at the dancing fire and couldn't help but feel dazed. He had envied Lei Chen, Bei Ling, and Chen Xin since he was a child, because they had a family, a father and an mother.
Although grandpa was very kind to Su Ming, as a barbarian of the tribe, he had to spend a lot of time protecting and helping his tribe. At a very young age, Su Ming learned to be independent and to be alone.
Learned to be alone.
It was snowing heavily outside, and the whining wind was whistling, making the leather tent creak. From time to time, a few wisps of wind penetrated, causing the flame to sway violently.
Su Ming, who was illuminated by the firelight, hugged his knees and looked at the fire for a long, long time before sighing.
"Grandpa said I was a picked-up child... So are my aunt and dad still there..." Su Ming's expression showed decline. This kind of mood has been hidden deeply by him over the years. He
I don't want others to see my loneliness, so I always cover everything up with a smile.
However, on this snowy night, after going to Lei Chen's home and feeling the warmth there, when I returned to my own cold leather tent, I couldn't hide it anymore.
"Bai Ling's father and mother are no longer around. I don't know if she has rested now, or is still beside the fire like me, thinking..." Su Ming murmured, and Bai Ling appeared in his mind.
figure and that silver bell-like laughter.
He suddenly trembled, and he vaguely guessed why he had a strange feeling towards Bai Ling. This might have something to do with its beauty, but it was by no means the main point.
The point is, Su Ming felt the same loneliness in her that was deeply hidden under her smile and cunning.
As time went by, the warmth of the fire inside the tent became stronger and stronger, making all the cold air seem to dissipate and condense on the tent, forming droplets of water.
The warmth of this leather tent seemed to blend into Su Ming's heart, making his feeling of loneliness seem to have faded away. But at this moment, as if the sky did not want it, a strong wind suddenly howled from far outside the tribe.
The sky and the earth swept across with a large number of snowflakes, and the wind was very strong, blowing in the tribe, like an invisible big hand wiping it.
The creaking sound of the tent where Su Ming was sitting immediately became louder, and even the door of the tent was violently opened. The cold wind filled the tent with a whining sound, and the snowflakes mixed in it,
Falling on the fire, the fire seemed to make a struggling sound and soon went out.
Su Ming raised his head and looked at the door that was shaking in the wind. He saw that the warmth that had finally existed in the leather tent dissipated in an instant. He stood up silently, walked out of the leather tent, stood in the wind and snow, and looked up.
Sky.
In the sky and earth swept by wind and snow, there was a covered and blurry moon.
Looking at the moon, Su Ming thought of Yue Yi, the skeleton he saw in the fire barbarian tribe, and the handwriting carved on the skeleton before death.
"Husband's wild desires, on the edge of poverty, the remaining fire melts into the blood, the thought burns the sky, the thought burns up the sky... If the fire moon comes out of the clouds, between the vast sky and the earth... At that time, I meditate, the blood and fire are burning, the nine are the most extreme,
One is Dharma, burn wild fire and worship nine times, and become the master of worshiping fire!"
Su Ming murmured, these words appeared in his mind many times, he was always thinking about it, but he always felt that something was wrong.
"Husbands have barbaric desires. The barbaric desires here are understandable. They are nothing more than barbaric desires that express some bad things. And that husband... who is he talking about... is the skeleton self-explanatory...
It's not like that." In that wind and snow, Su Ming simply sat outside the tent. In his opinion, the inside and outside of the tent were the same, without warmth.
Fortunately, there was still the whining wind to accompany me outside, and the moon could be seen.
"Husband, who is it...I don't understand. And then on the other side of the border, the remaining fire melted into the blood, and the thought burned the sky, and the thought burned the sky... This sentence seems to express a picture, as if to say that if fire can be integrated into the blood,
A single thought in his mind can set the sky on fire..." Su Ming's eyes were bright, and he was looking at the moon in the sky in the snow, thinking about it.
"If the fire moon comes out of the clouds, between the vast sky and the earth... Grandpa once said that the sun is yang and the moon is yin. This makes sense. Most people feel warm during the day, but under the moonlight, there is often a coolness.
But what is the fire moon... The color of fire is red, could this be a red moon or a blood moon?" Su Ming frowned, confused.
"At that time, I was meditating, and the blood and fire were burning together. Nine are the extremes, one is the Dharma, and the wild fire was burned for nine worships, which became the way of worshiping the fire... This sentence seems to be talking about some kind of action...the way of worshiping the fire...
"Su Ming looked at the moon in the sky, and suddenly lightning seemed to pass through his mind, making his eyes suddenly bright.
"Could it be that... what these few sentences are saying is a barbaric technique!" Su Ming's breathing was a little rapid. He took a deep breath, and after carefully analyzing it in his mind for a moment, he felt more and more that what he said in these few sentences was...
Contains a barbaric technique!
"On the edge of the border, the remaining fire melts into the blood, the thought burns the sky, and the thought burns the sky. This sentence describes the effect and power of this barbaric technique!
At that time, I was meditating, the blood and fire were burning together, nine are the extremes, one is the Dharma, burning the wild fire nine times to worship, it becomes the way to worship the fire. This sentence describes how to practice this barbaric technique!
Yes, it should be like this. As for that sentence, "If the fire moon comes out of the clouds, in the vast sky and earth, what this sentence expresses is the prerequisite for practicing this barbaric technique!"
Su Ming's spirit perked up. The words that had made him ponder for several days suddenly became clear after analysis. However, after a moment, his brows furrowed again.
"It's still wrong. The prerequisite for practicing this barbaric technique is that the fire moon appears in the clouds, but it is not the case now...Does it mean that we need to wait a few years for the blood moon to appear again before we can practice it?" Su Ming pondered with his eyes wide open.
, until the moon in the sky was gradually replaced by the light of the sky, and until morning gradually came, Su Ming never thought of how to practice.
With a sigh, Su Ming stood up and moved his body. When the tribesmen gradually walked out of their tents in the early morning and began a new day of work, Su Ming walked out of the tribe.
"The requirement for the fourth level of blood coagulation realm is twenty-five blood lines. Now I only have eleven. I need to seize the time to practice. There is also the mountain spirit powder. I don't know how effective it will be after refining it. I hope this powder will be good for me.
My practice will help." Su Ming galloped through the mountains and forests. After reaching the third level of blood coagulation, his speed was much faster than before.
At noon, he arrived at the Black Flame Peak and climbed towards the cave in a few jumps. Halfway through the climb, Su Ming showed a smile on his face. He faintly heard Xiao Hong's voice. When he looked up, he saw that
At the entrance of the cave, I saw a fiery red figure lying there leisurely, grabbing wild fruits with both hands and gnawing them quickly, while gnawing, his eyes wandered around.
When Su Ming looked at it, Xiao Hong also saw Su Ming, her eyes lit up, she threw away the half-eaten wild fruit, stood up, jumped up, ran towards Su Ming, and even climbed onto Su Ming's back.
on, letting out an excited hiss.
A happy smile appeared on Su Ming's face and he continued climbing. It didn't take long for him to arrive outside the cave. He took a deep breath of the mountain breeze and then followed the entrance with the little monkey.
Time is in this tranquility. As day by day passes, Su Ming once again resumes the life of immersed in tempering and cultivation that he had in the previous few months. Even at night, he would look at the moon in the sky and think about the fiery moon.
Izumo's words.
Even in order to facilitate the observation of the bright moon, he spent some effort to open up several small hollow holes on the rock wall of his quenching cave, so that even if he was sitting in the cave, he could follow those few holes when he raised his head.
Open a small hole and see clearly the moon outside.
The muffled sounds that often came from the cave gradually diminished a lot after a few days. The Shanling Powder was finally refined by Su Ming seven days after he returned to the cave.
This is a dark blue medicinal stone with a light medicinal fragrance, but when you put it next to your nose and take a whiff, you will feel as if you are breathing the mountain breeze, and there will be an indescribable feeling flowing inside and outside your body.
"Shanling Powder." Su Ming squatted on the mountain wall outside the cave, facing the setting sun and looking at the medicine stone in his hand. In his opinion, the refining of this medicine was much more difficult than Qingchen Powder, and the chance of failure was
Extremely high.
Most of the Luo Yun leaves bought by Su Ming have been used up, and only two have been refined. As a result, Su Ming is really reluctant to use one of them to test its medicinal properties.
"It shouldn't be a poisonous stone..." Su Ming smelled the aroma of the medicinal stone, observed it carefully for a long time, and judged based on his experience. Gradually, when the sky darkened and the sky turned dark, Su Ming's eyes showed decisiveness, and he held the medicinal stone.
, put it in your mouth.
The medicinal stone was different from Qingchen powder and did not melt in the mouth. Su Ming frowned and bit hard a few times before crushing the medicinal stone and swallowing it.
After waiting for a while, there was no feeling in his body. Su Ming touched his stomach, waited for a while, and even got up and returned to the cave to circulate the blood in his body, but it was still the same as usual, no different.
"Weird..." Su Ming looked thoughtful. After a while, his eyes flashed, and he took out a small bottle containing Qingchen powder from his arms, took out one pill and swallowed it.
The dust quickly melted in his mouth, and waves of warmth suddenly filled his body. But at this moment, an astonishing amount of heat suddenly erupted from his body!