Chapter 253 That Threshold!

Tianlan Meng frowned. She was a little confused about Su Ming's words, but when she thought about it carefully, she was still a little vague and didn't quite understand.

"What does it mean just to open your eyes?" Tianlan, a long-haired woman, asked softly after meditated for a moment.

Su Ming looked at the woman in front of him, and suddenly raised his right hand. With a wave of air, his fingertips passed across the mountain rock next to him. Between the bursts of ice flying, a blooming huādu appeared on the ice stone.

That huāduo contains a kind of vitality that can be felt at a glance, and even at a glance, it is unclear whether it is the portrayal of ice or whether it exists in the ice.

"You're here to copy." Su Ming put down his hand and said calmly.

Tianlan Meng's eyes flashed and looked at the huā on the glacier. Yu raised his hand and pointed it. He passed by a few strokes in the air. Immediately, an ice huā appeared on the glacier again.

The two huā look the same, and it is almost difficult to see the difference between gods and shapes.

"Do you understand?" Su Ming looked at Tianlan's dream.

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

Su Ming raised his right hand again. This time, he was very simple. He pointed to the rock next to him and poked a small hole in the rock. There was a crack in the edge of the hole and spread several channels.

"You're here to copy." Su Ming's words were still calm.

Tianlanmeng looked at the rock cave behind Su Ming's finger. He was silent for a long time. When he looked up at Su Ming, his eyes were complicated.

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

"You think that God is the way, and what you are looking for is ethereal things, so you can copy everything, because you feel that you are pursuing, and naturally there is a way.

I don't know what the Tao is..." But according to the meaning of your words, I can understand that although the Tao is illusory, it exists in this world, perhaps in a grass, a tree, a hu and a stone.

What I'm looking for is not a way, but a wish, a god for the state, to open my eyes, to draw my wish... So, I can draw, and you can only copy.

Tianlan Meng was silent. For a long time, her eyes were more complicated and she looked at Su Ming.

"If the world is drunk, and you wake up alone, it means that the world wakes up and you sleep alone..." Tianlan Meng muttered, and she suddenly understood why the people of the ninth peak have strange things that ordinary people don't understand.

"In the same stroke, I draw the sword that exists in my heart and belongs to me, and you are just copying my stroke. There are some things that you can copy, and there are some things that you can't copy." Su Ming stood up, holding the piece of wood in his hand, turning it over, revealing his back.

"I came here to answer your questions to ask you something. Now it seems that you don't need to ask anymore. You don't understand." Su Ming sighed and turned around to leave.

"Su Ming!" While Su Ming turned around, a magnificent momentum suddenly came from behind him. Tianlan Mengyuan slowly stood up. She looked at Su Ming with persistence in her eyes.

"I can't see the painting on the back of this wood chip, but I can feel it. If you want to know the origin of this wood chip, I can also tell you, but I want to know what you said is something that I can't copy. What do you mean!"

"Do you really want to know?" Su Ming paused, did not look back, and opened his mouth calmly.

"If you can solve my puzzles, Jinshi, Manhenhen, Tianhan Sword, I will send you all!" Tianlan Meng said, raised his right hand and waved it. Immediately, the three boxes went straight to Su Ming and landed beside Su Ming.

"If you can only say it and can't do it, then I won't make it difficult for you. You can leave with that piece of wood, but the price is that you have to promise me one condition and can't refuse." Tianlan's dream looked back as usual and opened his mouth faintly.

Su Ming was silent for a moment, turned around, shook his big sleeves, and the three boxes on the ground were immediately put away by him. Looking at Tian Lanmeng, Su Ming raised his right hand and suddenly pointed to the mountain stone next to him.

When the mountain stone shook, a faint trace appeared on it. The trace looked like a stroke, like a sword, and a feeling of sadness suddenly emanated from it.

Tianlan Meng didn't say anything. She only took a look, then raised her hand and then pointed away. Suddenly, the same copying painting as Su Ming appeared on the mountain stone.

Su Ming's right hand moved again. This time, he drew ten strokes in a row. Each stroke seemed to be the same, but in fact it was completely different. One by one, it fell on the mountain stone, making the mountain stone roar.

Tianlan's dream looked calm, almost at the same time as Su Ming drew it, and then copied it. When Su Ming paused for ten strokes, the same ten strokes of copying appeared beside it.

Su Ming stepped on the earth with his right foot, and his whole body suddenly rose into the air. In the air, he closed his eyes, raised his right hand to the seventh peak, and drew a stroke.

Ten strokes, a hundred strokes, a thousand strokes... With the painting of Su Ming's right hand, the whole seventh peak shook. On the surface of this peak, a long mark suddenly appeared. This long mark warehouse is every stroke burned by Su Ming in the air. It seems to be the same, but in fact, it is completely different.

Tianlan's dream body also rose into the air. Next to Su Ming, his right hand was raised and copied one by one. Although each stroke was different, this effect could be achieved under his copying.

With two people painting and copying, the whole seventh peak shook. The roaring sound made all the disciples of this peak tremble and look up.

At this moment, on the seventh peak, there is an old woman in a white robe, looking at Su Ming and Tian Lanmeng in the air with bright eyes.

After a thousand strokes, Su Ming did not stop and drew it again with a calm expression, which was not difficult for him. The number of strokes he made on the drawing board during these days far exceeded that of today. At this moment, he drew at will and took this mountain as the curtain, one thousand, three thousand, five thousand, seven thousand...

The stroke of the pen, the breath of the next bad smell, gradually made the Tianlan dream on the side slow in the speed of copying. She gradually seemed to be a little less than Su Ming's casual, because she was copying, and Su Ming was trying to do it.

One is to draw what you want in your heart, and the other is to copy it.

With the passage of time, Su Ming drew 10,000 strokes in this continuous painting. He has not stopped, as if he was completely immersed in painting. The pen was outlined, and the seventh peak was like spreading the world.

On the seventh peak, those many female disciples, under the vibration of this peak, witnessed the strange game between Su Ming and Tianlan Dream in the sky, and their looks have changed one by one.

Bai Su stood on the mountain peak, looked at Su Ming in the sky, and took a deep breath. She suddenly found that the Su Ming in front of her seemed to be a little different from the disgusting person in her memory.

But when Su Ming drew more than 13,000 strokes, Tianlan's dream was no longer rooted. She had sweat on her forehead. The reason why the speed slowed down was that it was difficult for her to copy this different feeling in more than 10,000 strokes and completely different paintings.

But she still gritted her teeth and insisted on copying a pen, but her speed was getting slower and slower. When she copied 15,000 strokes, Su Ming had already drawn nearly 20,000 strokes beside her.

The 20,000 different strokes made Tianlan Meng's face pale. Her movements gradually became slower and slower. In the end, she had stopped and looked at Su Ming, and she bit her lower lip.

Su Ming still closed his eyes and waved his pen. At the moment when 23,000 pens fell, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the last stroke suddenly pointed to the sky.

At the moment it crossed, the sky roared, and a huge crack suddenly appeared in the air for a moment. Although it was only a moment, it was because it was a moment that it disappeared immediately after its appearance, and there was no trace!

"Can you copy it?" Su Ming stood in the air and looked at Tianlan Meng.

Tianlan's dream trembled. Looking at the last stroke, he couldn't say a word.

"This is not Sima Xin's sword!" For a long time, Tianlan Meng opened his mouth hoarsely.

"No, this is mine." Su Ming whispered, turned around, and walked into the distance step by step in the air.

"Your condition is nothing more than to cooperate in Tianlan witch hunting. If it has something to do with what you give me, this cooperation can be done." Su Ming's back disappeared in the distance, and his voice came and fell into Tianlan's ears.

On the seventh peak, the old woman in white looked at Su Ming's departure and looked up at the sky with a bright light in her eyes.

"Painting..." The old girl muttered and looked at the ninth peak.

"This son has not been in the ninth peak for a long time, and he has such a clear regret... However, is it really the real connotation of my barbarian clan... Uncle Tianxiezi, your eldest disciple has to retreat because of enlightenment and can't get out.

Because of your second disciple's enlightenment, there is a division inside...

Because of your three disciples' enlightenment, dreams are really different...

These three people have both succeeded and failed... Maybe one day they will succeed again, but it's just maybe... Now, you, the four disciples, will also step into that threshold. What will happen to him...

You can get through four changes and stop for the fifth time... But even if you finally get through it, there is more waiting for you. You are still like this, your disciple, can you? It's hard to make..." The old girl shook her head and looked complicated.

"Meng'er is the first in the same generation of the Earth Hanzong in terms of cultivation. In terms of mood, I let her understand the way of the foreign world. This way is stable, but it has nothing to do with it "......

In the old girl's complex murmur, on the top of the ninth peak, in the cave of Tianxie, the son of Tianxie at this moment, sitting there cross-legged, his expression twisted, revealing pain and struggle. His clothes are sometimes white, sometimes black, sometimes red, sometimes green, but more Time stays in purple.