Chapter 33 The Art of Fire

After a moment of hesitation, Su Ming looked at the leather tent with firelight. In the end, he did not go, but returned to his own leather tent in the moonlight and falling snowflakes.

May be because I haven't come back for a few days. It's very cold in the tent, and exhalation can become a white fog, which makes people feel the coldness here even if they look at it.

The lonely tent has no warmth at all, which is completely different from Su Ming's previous feeling at Lei Chen's house.

Su Ming was silent, found some firewood, and took out the fire. A man silently in this lonely house, the fire slowly rose. Despite the cold of the night, he could resist with the qi and blood of the third layer of blood coagulation in his body, but he didn't know why. He always felt that there was a lack of something West.

With a sigh, Su Ming lit the firewood, and the fire gradually dispersed, with a warmth, making the cold in the tent disperse around.

Sitting by the fire, Su Ming looked at the beating fire and couldn't help but be stunned. Since he was a child, he has envied Lei Chen, Bei Ling and Chen Xin, because they have a family, father and mother.

Although Grandpa is very kind to Su Ming, as a tribal barbarian, he needs to spend a lot of time on guarding and helping the people. At a very young age, Su Ming learned to be independent, to be alone, and learn to be lonely.

It was snowing outside, very big, and the whimpering wind swirled, which made the leather tent creak, and sometimes a few wisps of wind came in, making the flame shake violently.

Su Ming, who was reflected by the fire, held his knees and looked at the fire. For a long time, for a long time, he sighed.

"My grandfather said that I was the child I picked up... So is my mother and father still there..." Su Ming's expression was full of decline. Such a mood has been hidden by him over the years. He doesn't want others to see his loneliness, and always covers everything with a smile.

It's just that on this snowy night, after going to Lei Chen's home and feeling the warmth there, he returned to his own cold tent, but he could no longer hide it.

"Bai Ling's father and mother are no longer around. I don't know whether she has rested or is next to the fire like me, thinking..." Su Ming muttered, and Bai Ling's figure and the silver bell-like laughter appeared in his mind.

He suddenly shook his body and vaguely guessed why he had a strange feeling about the white spirit, which may have something to do with his beauty, but it is by no means the point.

The point is that Su Ming felt the same loneliness as herself, deeply hidden under the smile and cunning in her body.

With the passage of time, the warmth of the fire in the tent became stronger and stronger, so that the cold air seemed to be all dispersed, condensed on the tent, forming a drop of water drop.

The warmth of this tent seemed to be integrated into Su Ming's heart, making his lonely feeling as if there was a sign of fading away, but at this time, as if the sky did not want to, suddenly a strong wind roared, and a large number of snowflakes swept across the sky and earth in the distance outside the tribe. The wind was very strong I wiped it with my hand.

In the leather tent where Su Ming was, the creaky sound immediately became loud, and even the door of the leather tent was suddenly opened. The cold wind immediately filled the leather tent with the sound of sobs. The snowflakes in it fell on the fire, making the fire seem to make the sound of struggling and soon extinguished.

Su Ming looked up at the door shaking in the wind, and watched the hard-won warmth of the leather tent dissipate in an instant. He stood up silently, walked out of the leather tent, stood in the wind and snow, and looked up at the sky.

In the world swept by the wind and snow, there is a blurred moon covered.

Looking at the moon, Su Ming thought of the moon wing, the skeleton he saw in the fiery tribe, and the handwriting engraved before his death.

"The husband is greedy, the edge of poverty in all directions, the rest of the fire melts the blood, reads out the burning sky, and the thoughts burns the sky... If the fire and moon comes out of the clouds, the vast world... At that time, meditated, the blood and fire are piled with each other, nine is the extreme

Su Ming muttered that these words came to his mind many times. He was always thinking about it, but he always felt that something was missing.

"The husband's brute force, the brute force here is understandable, it is nothing more than the brute force's desire and so on, expressing some bad things, and the man... who is talking about... is it the skeleton metaphor... not like it." In the wind and snow, Su Ming simply sat outside the leather tent. In his opinion, the inside and outside of the leather tent were the same, and there was no warmth.

Fortunately, outside, there is a whimpering wind, and the moon can be seen.

"Husband, who is it... I don't understand. Then on the edge of poverty, the remaining fire melts the blood, reads out the burning sky, and reads the sky... This sentence seems to express a picture. It seems that if the fire can be integrated into the blood, the mind can be moved, and the sky can be burned..." Su Ming's eyes were bright, in the snow, looking at the moon in the

"If the fire and the moon come out of the clouds, the vast world... Grandpa said that the sun is yang and the moon is yin, which makes sense. During the day, most people feel the warmth, and under the moonlight, it is often cold.

But the fire moon, what is it... The color of the fire is red, is this the red moon, the blood moon?" Su Ming frowned and was puzzled.

"At that time, he meditated, the blood and fire were piled up, nine is the pole, one is the method, the barbaric fire nine worship, became the way to worship the fire... This sentence seems to be talking about some kind of action... the way of worship the fire..." Su Ming looked at the moon in the sky, and suddenly there

"Is it...what these words say is a barbarian skill!" Su Ming's breathing was slightly short. He took a deep breath. After a careful analysis in his mind for a moment, he increasingly felt that these words contained a barbaric skill!

"At the edge of poverty, the rest of the fire melts the blood, reads out the burning of the sky, and burns the sky. This sentence is the effect and power of this barbarian skill!

At that time, I meditated, the blood fire was piled up, the nine is the extreme, one is the method, the barbarian fire nine worship, and became the way to worship the fire. This sentence is about how to practice this barbarian skill!

That's right, it should be like this. As for that sentence, if the fire and the moon come out of the clouds, between the vast world and the world, this word expresses the premise of practicing this barbarism!"

Su Ming's spirit was shaken up, which made him meditate for a few days. Now with such an analysis, he immediately became enlightened, but after a moment, he frowned again.

"It's still not right. The premise of practicing this barbarism requires the fire and the moon to come out of the clouds, but now it's not... Do you need to wait for a few years to practice when the blood moon appears again?" Su Ming's eyes murmured until the moon in the sky was gradually replaced by the light of the canopy. Until the early morning came, Su Ming never thought of how to practice.

With a sigh, Su Ming stood up and moved his body. In the early morning, when the people gradually walked out of the tent and began a new day's work, Su Ming walked out of the tribe.

"The requirement of the fourth layer of the blood coagulation realm is 25 blood lines. Now I only have 11 blood lines. I need to seize the time to practice, and the mountain spirit powder. I don't know how the effect will be after refining it is. I hope this powder will be helpful to my practice." Su Ming galloped through the mountain forest. After his cultivation reached the third level of blood clotting, his speed was much faster than before.

At noon, he came to the Black Yanfeng. In a few leaps, he climbed to the cave. Halfway through, Su Ming smiled on his face. He faintly heard Xiaohong's voice. He looked up, but at the mouth of the cave, a fiery red figure was lying there leisurely, grabbing the wild fruit with both hands and ni Go, while nibbling, his eyes turned around.

When Su Ming looked at it, Xiao Hong also saw Su Ming. His eyes lit up and threw half of the wild fruit he had eaten. He got up and jumped to Su Ming. He even climbed on Su Ming's back and hissed excitedly.

Su Ming smiled happily and continued to climb. Before long, he came to the outside of the cave, took a deep breath of the mountain breeze, and got in with the little monkey along the entrance.

Time is in this calm. Day by day, Su Ming has once again restored the previous months of life immersed in quenching and practice. What's more, at night, he will look at the moon in the sky and think about the words of the moon.

Even in order to observe the bright moon, he took some effort to open up several hollow holes on the rock wall of his quenched cave, so that even if he sat in the cave, he could follow the holes when he looked up to see the moon outside.

The muffled sound that often came from the cave gradually decreased a few days later. The mountain spirit was scattered and was finally refined by Su Ming seven days after returning to the cave.

This is a dark blue medicine stone. The fragrance of the medicine is not strong, but when you take a breath next to your nose, you will have the illusion of breathing the mountain wind, and there is an indescribable feeling flowing inside and outside the body.

"Mountain spirit scattered." Su Ming squatted on the mountain wall outside the cave, facing the sunset and looking at the medicine stone in his hand. In his opinion, the refining of this medicine is much more difficult than that of Qingchen powder medicine, and the probability of failure is extremely high.

Most of the Luo Yunye bought by Su Ming have now been used up, and only two grains have been refined. In this way, Su Ming was really reluctant to use one of them to experiment with its medicinal properties.

"It should not be a poisonous stone..." Su Ming smelled the fragrance of the medicine stone, observed it carefully for a long time, and judged according to his experience. Gradually, when the day was dark and the sky was dark, Su Ming's eyes were determined. He took the medicine stone and put it in his mouth.

The medicine stone was different from the dust powder, and the mouth did not melt. Su Ming frowned and bit it a few times. Then he bit the medicine stone and swallowed it.

After waiting for a moment, 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 operate the blood in his body, but it was still the same as usual, no different.

"Strange..." Su Ming was meditating. After a long time, his eyes flashed, took out a small bottle containing dust from his arms, took out a grain and swallowed it.

The dust quickly melted in his mouth, and a stream of warmth suddenly permeated his body, but at this time, suddenly from his body, there was an amazing fire, which exploded!

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