After hesitating for a moment, Su Ming looked at the leather tent where the fire light was faint, and finally did not go, but returned to his own leather tent in the moonlight and falling snowflakes.

Xu is because he has not come back for a few days, and it is very cold in the leather tent, and the exhalation can become a white mist, so that even if you look at it, you will feel the coldness here.

The lonely leather tent, without the slightest warmth, was completely different from what Su Ming had felt in Lei Chen's house before.

Su Ming was silent, found some firewood, took out the fire, and silently lit a fire in this lonely house, although it was cold at night, he could resist with the qi and blood of the third layer of the blood coagulation realm in his body, but he himself didn't know why, he always felt that there was something missing in this home, which he couldn't say.

With a light sigh, Su Ming lit the firewood, and the light of the fire gradually dispersed, with a warmth, making the cold air in the leather tent spread out to the surroundings.

Sitting beside the fire, Su Ming looked at the beating fire and couldn't help but be stunned. Since he was a child, he has been very envious of Lei Chen, Beiling, and Chenxin, because they have a home, Abba and Grandma.

Although Ah Gong is very good to Su Ming, as a tribal barbarian, he needs to spend a lot of time guarding and helping the clansmen, at a very young age, Su Ming learned to be independent, learned to be alone, and learned to be alone.

It was snowing outside, and it was very heavy, and there was a whimpering wind that whirled, and the tent creaked, and now and then a few wisps of wind crept in, and the flame shook violently.

Su Ming, who was reflected by the firelight, hugged his knees and looked at the fire from the side, for a long time, for a long time, and sighed.

"Ah Gong said that I was a child who picked it up...... So my aunt and abba, are they still there......" Su Ming's expression was dejected, such a mood has been hidden by him very deeply 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 house and feeling the warmth there, when he returned to his own cold leather tent, he couldn't hide it anymore.

"Bai Ling's Abba and Grandma are no longer around, I don't know if she is resting now, or if she is by the fire like me, thinking about ......" 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 for that white spirit, which may have something to do with his beauty, but it was by no means the point.

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

As time passed, the warmth of the fire in the tent became more and more intense, so that the cold seemed to dissipate completely, condensed on the tent, and formed a drop of water.

The warmth of this leather tent seemed to melt into Su Ming's heart, making his lonely feeling seem to have faded away, but at this moment, as if the sky was unwilling, suddenly a gust of wind howled, sweeping from the distant heaven and earth outside the tribe with a large number of snowflakes, the wind was very strong, blowing in the tribe, like an invisible big hand wiping it over.

The leather tent where Su Ming was, the creaking sound immediately became louder, and even the door of the leather tent was violently opened, and the cold wind with the sound of whimpering immediately filled the leather tent, and the snowflakes mixed with it fell on the fire, making the fire seem to make a struggling sound, and it was quickly extinguished.

Su Ming raised his head, looked at the door that was shaking in the wind, and watched the warmth of the leather tent that had finally existed 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.

The heaven and earth swept by the wind and snow, there was a vague moon that was obscured.

Looking at the moon, Su Ming thought of the moon wings, the bones he saw in the fiery tribe, and the handwriting carved by the bones before they died.

"The husband is brutal, on the edge of the eight directions, the embers melt the blood, read the burning firmament, and burn the firmament...... If the fire moon rises from the clouds, the vast heaven and earth ...... At that time, meditating, blood and fire were burning, nine were extreme, one was the law, burning the barbaric fire nine worships, and becoming the pass of worshipping fire!"

Su Ming muttered, these words appeared in his mind many times, he was always pondering, but he always felt that something was faintly missing.

"The husband's brute desire, the brute desire here can be understood, it is nothing more than a brute ** and the like, expressing some bad things, and the husband ...... Who are you talking about...... Is that the skeleton self-sufficient...... Not like that. In that 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, there was no warmth.

Fortunately, outside, there is still a whimpering wind to accompany and the moon to see.

"Husband, who is it...... I don't understand. Then on the edge of the poor eight directions, the embers melted blood, and the burning sky was recited, and the burning firmament was exhausted...... This sentence seems to express a kind of picture, as if it says that if you can integrate fire into the blood, then your heart can burn the sky with a single thought......" Su Ming's eyes were blazing, and in this snow, looking at the moon in the sky, pondering.

"If the fire and the moon rise out of the clouds, the vast heaven and earth will ...... Ah Gong said that the sun is yang, the moon is yin, this is very reasonable, most people will feel warm during the day, and under the moonlight, it is often cool.

But what is Huoyue...... The color of the fire is red, could it be that this is the red moon, the blood moon?" Su Ming frowned, puzzled.

"At that time, meditating, blood and fire were burning, nine were extreme, one was the law, burning the barbaric fire and worshipping nine times, and becoming the pass of worshipping fire...... This sentence seems to be talking about some kind of action...... The pass of fire worship ......" Su Ming looked at the moon in the sky, and suddenly there seemed to be lightning in his mind, which made his eyes suddenly brighten.

"Could it be...... What these few words say is a brute technique!" Su Ming's breathing was slightly short, he took a deep breath, and after carefully analyzing it in his mind for a while, he felt more and more that these few words contained a brute technique!

"On the edge of the poor eight directions, the embers melt the blood, read the burning firmament, read the burning firmament, this sentence is said to be the effect and power of this brute art!

At that time, meditating, blood and fire were burning, nine were extreme, one was the law, burning the brute fire nine worships, and worshipping the fire pass, this sentence is how to cultivate this brute art!

That's right, that's what it should be. As for that sentence, if the fire moon rises from the clouds, the vast heaven and earth, this sentence expresses the premise of cultivating this brute art!"

Su Ming's spirits perked up, the words that had made him ponder for several days suddenly brighten up when he analyzed it now, but after a while, his brows furrowed again.

"It's still not right, the premise of cultivating this brute art requires the fire moon to come out of the clouds, but now it is not...... Isn't it possible to practice until the blood moon appears again in a few years?" Su Ming groaned until the moon in the sky was gradually replaced by the light of the canopy, and until the early morning came, Su Ming never thought of how to practice.

Sighing lightly, Su Ming stood up and moved his body, and in the early morning, when the clansmen gradually walked out of the leather tent and started a new day's work, Su Ming walked out of the tribe.

"The requirements of the fourth layer of the Blood Condensation Realm are twenty-five blood lines, and now I only have eleven, I need to hurry up and practice, and the mountain spirit is scattered, I don't know what the effect will be after refining, I hope this scatter will help my cultivation,." Su Ming's body galloped through the mountains and forests, and after cultivating to the third layer of blood coagulation, his speed was much faster than before.

At noon, he came to the Black Flame Peak, a few jumps, crawling towards the cave, just halfway up, Su Ming showed a smile on his face, he faintly heard Xiaohong's voice, looked up, but saw that at the mouth of the cave, a fiery red figure, was lying there leisurely, grabbing the wild fruit with both hands and quickly gnawing it, while gnawing, his eyes were rolling around.

When Su Ming looked at it, Xiaohong also saw Su Ming, her eyes lit up, she threw away the half-eaten wild fruit, got up and jumped, ran towards Su Ming, and even climbed onto Su Ming's back, making an excited hiss.

Su Ming showed a happy smile on his face, continued to climb, and soon came to the outside of the cave, took a deep breath of the mountain wind, and went in with the little monkey along the entrance.

Time is in this calm, day by day, Su Ming once again resumed the life immersed in quenching and cultivation for months before, and even at night, he would look at the moon in the sky and think about the words of the fire moon and clouds.

Even in order to facilitate the observation of the bright moon, he spent some effort on the rock wall of his quenched karst cave to open up a few hollow holes, so that even if he sat in the cave, he could follow those small holes when he looked up and see the moon outside.

The muffled sound that often came from the cave gradually decreased after a few days, and the mountain spirit dispersed, and finally it was refined by Su Ming seven days after he returned to the cave.

This is a dark blue medicinal stone, the medicinal fragrance is not strong, but when you put it next to your nose and smell it, you will have the illusion of breathing the mountain wind, and there is an indescribable feeling circulating inside and outside the body.

"The mountains are scattered. Su Ming squatted on the mountain wall outside the cave, facing the sunset, looking at the medicinal stone in his hand, the refining of this medicine seemed to him to be much more difficult than the Qingchen Loose Medicine, and the probability of failure was extremely high.

Those Luo Yun Leaves that Su Ming bought have now used up most of them, and only two have been refined. As a result, Su Ming was 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, carefully observed it for a long time, judging according to its experience, gradually, when the sky was dark and the sky was dark, Su Ming was decisive, took the medicinal stone, and put it in his mouth.

The medicine stone was different from Qingchensan, the entrance did not melt, Su Ming frowned, and bit it a few times, before he bit the medicine stone and swallowed it.

After waiting for a while, there was not the slightest feeling in his body, Su Ming touched his stomach, waited for a while, and even got up and returned to the cave to run the blood veins in his body, but it was still the same as usual, no different.

"Strange ......" Su Ming's eyes were contemplative, and after a while, his eyes flashed, and he took out a small bottle containing dusty powder from his arms, took out one and swallowed it.

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