Beseech The Devil

    Tian Lan Meng frowned, Su Ming's discourse she was a bit ignorant, can think carefully, still a little vague, not quite understand.

    "What is it just to open your eyes?"Long-haired woman Tian Lan Meng, after a moment of indulging, asked softly.

    Su Ming looked at the woman in front of her, suddenly raised her right hand, and with a sway, her fingertips passed by on the rock next to her, bursting into the ice at the end of the ice, on the ice stone, a flower appeared. Blooming flowers.

    The flower contains a kind of vitality that can be felt at a glance, even at first glance, some of the unclear is the ice-engraving, or the flower exists in this ice.

    "You come to Linyi."Su Ming let go and calmly said.

    Tian Lan Meng eyes flash, looking at the flowers on the glacier, jade, hands raised a finger, and crossed the air, and immediately appeared on the glacier, an ice flower appeared again.

    The two flowers look the same, and it is almost impossible to see the difference between God and shape.

    "understand?"Su Ming looks at Tian Lan Meng.

    The long-haired woman frowned, and after a long while, she shook her head.

    Su Ming raised his right hand again. This time he was very simple. He pointed at the rock next to him and poked a small hole in the rock. The edge of the hole had cracks and spread several times.

    "You come to Linyi."Su Ming's words are still calm.

    Tian Lan Meng looked at Su Ming's small hole in the rock after lifting her finger. It was silent for a long time. When she looked at Su Ming, she had a complicated look.

    "You are always on the verge."Su Ming looked at the woman and said slowly.

    "Because you think that God is the Tao, you are looking for something ethereal, so you can copy all things, because you think that you are pursuing, naturally there is a way.

    I don't know, what is the word…"But according to the meaning of your words, I can understand that although there is no ethereality, it exists. It exists in this heaven and earth, perhaps in a grass, a tree, a flower, and a stone.

    What I am looking for is not what I want, but my heart is my will, God is the realm, I open my eyes and draw my wish…So, I can draw, and you can only copy. ”

    Tian Lan Meng Silence, for a long time, her eyes are more complicated, looking at Su Ming.

    "If the world is drunk in this world, and you are alone, it means that the world is awake to sleep alone…"Tian Lan Meng murmured, she suddenly understood why the people of Ninth Peak have quirks that ordinary people don't understand.

    "The same pen, I painted the sword that exists in my heart, belongs to my own, and you, just the one that is copying me, some things, you can copy, some things, you can't copy." [Baidu asks for a quick hand, and the ear-root book fan official yy: 3943]" Su Ming stood up, holding the wood in his hand, flipping it over and revealing the back.

    "I came here and answered your questions. It is to ask you one thing. Now it seems that you don't need to ask, you don't understand."Su Ming sighed and turned and left.

    “Su Ming !”As Su Ming turned around, there was a sudden momentum behind him. Tian Lan Meng stood up slowly, and she looked at Su Ming, who had a persistent attachment.

    "I can't see the painting on the back of this piece of wood, but I can feel it. If you want to know the origin of this piece of wood, I can tell you, but I want to know that there are some things that you said, I can’t copy it, what is it? ”

    "Do you really want to know?"Su Ming's footsteps, no turning back, calm to open mouth.

    "If you can confuse me, Goldstone, Man-God Transformation, Sky Cold Sword, I will send you all!"Tian Lan Meng said, his right hand raised a wave, and immediately the three boxes went straight to Su Ming and fell to Su Ming's.

    "If you can only say, but can't do it, then I won't be difficult for you. You can take the piece of wood and leave, but the price is that you have to promise me a condition, can't refuse."Tian Lan Meng looks as usual, faint to open mouth.

    Su Ming was silent for a moment, turned around, and had a big sleeve. The three boxes on the ground were immediately taken up by him. Looking at Tian Lan Meng, Su Ming raised his right hand and pointed it at the side of the mountain.

    When the rock shattered, there was a faint trace on it. The trace looked like a stroke, like a sword, and a feeling of sorrow, but it was exuded from it.

    Tian Lan Meng didn't talk, she only glanced at it, and she went up with her hand and went with her, and suddenly, the painting of Linyi, which was the same as Su Ming’s god, appeared in that On the rock.

    Su Ming moved his right hand again. This time, he stroked ten strokes in a row. Each of them looked the same, but in fact it was completely different. One fell on the rock, which made the rock rumbled.

    Tian Lan Meng looked calm, almost at the same time as Su Ming scored, and then Linyi, when Su Ming ten pauses, next to it, the same ten strokes, appeared.

    Su Ming's right foot stepped toward the earth, and the whole person took off. In that mid-air, he closed his eyes and raised his right hand toward Seventh Peak, a stroke.

    Ten strokes, hundred strokes, thousand strokes…As Su Ming's right hand painted, the entire Seventh Peak had a shock, and on the surface of the mountain, there was a long trace of a long trace, which was burned in the Su Ming space.

    Every stroke is the same, but in reality, it is completely different.

    Tian Lan Meng also took off, and next to Su Ming, his right hand was lifted up, and it was copied one by one. Although every pen was different, it was able to achieve this effect under his copy.

    As the two made a painting, a copy, the entire Seventh Peak shook, and the thundering sound made all the disciples of the peak shake their hearts and raise the head.

    Even more, at this moment, on this Seventh Peak, there is a dad in a white robe, looking at Su Ming and Tian Lan Meng in midair.

    After a thousand brush strokes, Su Ming didn't pause, and the look was calm again. This is no difficulty for him. He has a pen on the drawing board in this period, the number is far more than today, at this moment, he is free to draw. Go, use this mountain as a curtain, one thousand, three thousand, five thousand, seven thousand…

    That stroke, the second time, the atmosphere of the company, gradually, let the side of Tian Lan Meng slow in the speed of Linyi, she gradually seems to be unable to root Su Ming's casual, because she is in Linyi, and Su Ming is in the picture of the letter.

    One will draw what he wants, and the other is to copy it.

    As time went by, Su Ming painted tens of thousands of strokes in this painting. He has not stopped, as if he was completely immersed in the painting, and his strokes are outlined in this Seventh Peak. Like.

    On Seventh Peak, many of the female disciples, at this moment under the vibration of this peak, witnessed the strange test of Su Ming and Tian Lan Meng on the sky, one by one.

    Bai Su stood on the mountain and looked at Su Ming and breathes deeply in the sky. She suddenly found that Su Ming, in front of her, seemed to be somewhat different from the disgusting person in her memory.

    But when Su Ming draws more than 3,000, Tian Lan Meng is no longer able to get there. She has sweat on her forehead. The reason is that the speed is slowing down because of the 10,000 different, completely different paintings. It is difficult for her to come up with this different feeling.

    But she still insisted on her teeth, but her speed was slower and slower. When she copied 15,000, Su Ming had already painted nearly 20,000 pens.

    The 20,000 different strokes made Tian Lan Meng's complexion pale, her movements gradually slowed down, and at the end, she stopped and looked at Su Ming, who bit her lower lip.

    Su Ming is still closed his eyes, a pen waving, and at the moment when 23,000 pens fall, he fiercely opens his eyes, and finally, he slams into the sky.

    At the moment of its stroke, sky rumbled, a huge crack appeared in the air in a moment, even though it was only a moment, but it was because of the moment, so after its appearance, it disappeared immediately, no trace can be followed!

    "You, can you copy it?"Su Ming stood in the air and looked at Tian Lan Meng.

    Tian Lan Meng trembled and looked at the last stroke, unable to say a word.

    "This is not the sword of Sima Xin!"For a long time, Tian Lan Meng was hoarse to open mouth.

    "No, this is mine."Su Ming whispered, turned, step by step in the air, and went to the distance.

    "Your condition is nothing more than cooperation in Sky Mist Shaman Hunt. If you are related to what you have given me, this cooperation can be."Su Ming's back disappeared into the distance, his voice came and fell in the ears of Tian Lan Meng.

    On the Seventh Peak, the old man in white, looking at the figure of Su Ming's departure [Baidu seeks the magic bar fast hand, the ear root fan official yy: 3943], raise the head looked at the sky, the eyes have a bright light.

    "Painting…"The old man murmured and looked at Ninth Peak.

    "This time I went to Ninth Peak for a short time, I have such a regret…However, creating a word is really the true meaning of my Barbarian Clan…Tian Xie Zi Senior Uncle, your big disciple has to retreat because of enlightenment and can't get out.

    Your two disciples have become divided internally because of their understanding…

    Your three disciples have realized that dreams are different from real ones…

    These three people have both succeeded and failed…Maybe one day they will succeed again, but maybe it’s just…Now, your fourth disciple will also enter the threshold, and what changes will happen to him…

    You can spend four times on Heart Transformation and stop at the fifth time…But even if you finally spent it, there are more waiting for you later, you are still like this, your disciple, can you? Made, hard…"The old man shook his head and his look was complicated.

    “Meng'er is the first of the cold Hanzong peers in Culture. In my mind, I let her feel the way of Outer Realm. This way is smooth, but it has nothing to do with “…

    In the complex mutter of the old man, Ninth Peak, in the immortal cave of Heavenly Demon, Tian Xie Zi at the moment, sitting cross-legged, his face twisted, showing pain and struggle, his clothes are sometimes white, sometimes black Sometimes red, sometimes green, but more time, but staying in purple. (To be continued …… If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote, the monthly pass, your support is my greatest motivation. )