Tianlanmeng frowned, she was a little ignorant of Su Ming's words, but if she thought about it carefully, she was still a little vague and didn't understand it.

"What do you mean just to open your eyes?" Tianlan Meng, a long-haired woman, asked softly after a moment of silence.

Su Ming looked at the woman in front of him, suddenly raised his right hand, and with a wave of thin air, his fingertips passed through the air on the mountain rock beside him, and between the bursts of ice and powder, a blooming flower appeared on the ice "mountain stone.

The flower contains a kind of vitality that can be felt by the eye, and even at a glance, it is difficult to distinguish whether it is an ice depiction or whether the flower exists in the ice.

"You come to copy. Su Ming put down his hand and said calmly.

Tianlan Meng's eyes flashed, looking at the flowers on the glacier, Yu, raised his hand and pointed, and a few strokes passed through the air, and immediately on the glacier, an ice flower appeared again.

The two flowers look the same, and it is almost impossible to discern the difference between the spirit and the form.

"Understood?" Su Ming looked at Tianlan Meng.

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

Su Ming raised his right hand again, this time he was very simple, and pointed at the mountain rock beside him, poking a small hole in the mountain stone, and there was a crack on the edge of the hole, spreading several ways.

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

Tianlan Meng looked at the small cave in the mountain and stone behind Su Ming raised his finger, and was silent for a long, long time, and when he looked up at Su Ming, his eyes were complicated.

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

"Because you feel that God is the Word, and what you are looking for is ethereal things, so you can copy all things, and because you feel that you are in the process of seeking, there will naturally be the Tao.

I don't know what the Tao is...... but according to the meaning of your words, I can understand that although the Tao is ethereal, it exists, exists in this heaven and earth, perhaps in every grass, tree, flower and stone, there is the existence of the Tao.

What I am looking for is not the Tao, but the heart as the wish, the God as the realm, to open my eyes, to draw my heart's desire...... So, I can draw, and you, can only copy. ”

Tianlanmeng was silent, and for a long time, her gaze became more complicated, looking at Su Ming.

"If everyone in this world is drunk, and you wake up alone, it is equivalent to everyone in the world waking up and you sleep alone......" Tianlan Meng muttered, she suddenly understood why the people of the ninth peak have weirdness that ordinary people don't understand.

"In the same stroke, I painted 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, and flipped it over, revealing the back.

"I came here to answer your questions to ask you something, and now it seems that there is no need to ask, you don't understand. Su Ming sighed lightly, turned around and was about to leave.

"Su Ming!" At the same time as Su Ming turned around, a majestic momentum suddenly came from behind him, Tianlan Mengyuan stood up slowly, she looked at Su Ming, and there was persistence in her eyes.

"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 what you mean by saying something that I can't copy!"

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

"If you can solve my doubts, Jin Shi, Barbarian Divine Transformation, Tianhan Sword, I will give you them all!" Tian Lanmeng said, raising his right hand with a wave, and immediately the three boxes went straight to Su Ming and landed beside Su Ming.

"If you can only say and can't do it, then I won't be hard for you, you can take the piece of wood and leave, but the price is that you have to promise me one condition, and you can't refuse. Tian Lanmeng's expression returned to normal, and he spoke lightly.

Su Ming was silent for a moment, turned around, flicked his sleeves, and the three boxes on the ground were immediately put away by him, looking at Tianlan Meng, Su Ming raised his right hand and swiped towards the mountain stone next to him.

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

Tian Lanmeng didn't speak, she only glanced at it, Benya, raised her hand and pointed away, and suddenly, the same painting as Su Ming's divine line appeared on the mountain stone.

Su Ming's right hand moved again, this time, he drew ten strokes in a row, each stroke looked the same, but in fact it was completely different, one by one fell on the mountain rock, making the mountain stone roar.

Tianlanmeng's expression was calm, almost at the same time as Su Ming drew it, and then copied it, and when Su Ming's ten strokes paused, next to it, the same ten strokes appeared.

Su Ming's right foot stepped towards the earth, and the whole person suddenly rose into the air, in mid-air, he closed his eyes, raised his right hand towards the seventh peak, and stroked it out.

Ten, hundred, thousand...... As Su Ming's right hand scribbled, the entire seventh peak shook, and on the surface of this peak, long marks suddenly appeared, and the long marks were all burned by Su Ming in the air

Each stroke looks the same, but in fact, it is completely different.

Tianlan Meng's body also rose into the air, beside Su Ming, his right hand was raised, and he copied them one by one, although each stroke was different, but under his copying, this effect could also be achieved.

As the two of them painted one and copied the other, the entire seventh peak shook, and the roaring sound made all the disciples of this peak shake their hearts and look up.

At this moment, on this seventh peak, there was an old woman in a white robe, looking at Su Ming and Tianlan Meng in mid-air with blazing eyes.

After finishing a thousand strokes, Su Ming did not pause, and drew again with a calm expression, this is not difficult for him, the number of brushes on the drawing board in these days far exceeds that of today, and he can draw at will at this moment, using this mountain as a curtain, one thousand, three thousand, five thousand, seven thousand......

The stroke of the stroke, the breath of the division, gradually, made the Tianlan dream on the side slow down in the speed of copying, and she gradually seemed to be a little bit unkind to Su Ming's casualness, because she was copying, and Su Ming was in the hand.

One draws what is in mind, and the other copies it.

With the passage of time, Su Ming continued to paint, painting 10,000 strokes, he did not stop, as if completely immersed in painting, the brush strokes, in this seventh peak, as if spreading the world.

On the seventh peak, those many female disciples, under the vibration of this peak at this moment, witnessed the strange competition between Su Ming and Tianlan Meng in the sky, and their expressions had changed one by one.

Bai Su stood on the mountain peak, looked at Su Ming in the sky, took a deep breath, and 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 painted more than 13,000 strokes, Tianlan Meng was no longer rooted, and there was sweat on her forehead, and the reason why her speed slowed down was because in these more than 10,000 strokes, completely different paintings, it was difficult for her to copy this different feeling.

But she was still gritting her teeth and insisting, copying with one stroke, but her speed was getting slower and slower, and when she copied to fifteen thousand strokes, Su Ming had already drawn nearly twenty thousand strokes beside her.

The twenty thousand different strokes made Tianlan Meng's face pale, and her movements gradually became slower and slower, and in the end, she had stopped, looking at Su Ming, she bit her lower lip.

Su Ming still closed his eyes, and with a stroke of the pen, at the moment when the twenty-three thousand strokes fell, he opened his eyes violently, and with the last stroke, he suddenly swiped towards the sky.

At the moment when it crossed, the sky roared, and a huge crack appeared in mid-air for a moment, although it was only a moment, but because it was an instant, it disappeared immediately after it appeared, and there was no trace to follow!

"You, can you copy?" Su Ming stood in mid-air and looked at Tianlan Meng.

Tian Lanmeng's body trembled, looking at the last stroke, unable to say a word.

"This is not Sima Xin's sword!" After a long time, Tian Lanmeng spoke hoarsely.

"No, it's mine. Su Ming whispered, turned around, step by step in mid-air, and walked into the distance.

"Your condition is nothing more than cooperation in Tianlan Witch Hunting, if it is related to what you gave me, this cooperation is okay. Su Ming's back disappeared into the distance, and his voice floated and fell into Tianlanmeng's ears.

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

"Painting ......," the old woman muttered, looking at the ninth peak.

"This son has not been in the ninth peak for a long time, and he has such a clear remorse...... However, is it really the true connotation of my barbarian...... Uncle Heavenly Evil Son, your eldest disciple had to retreat because of enlightenment and could not get out.

Your second disciple is divided within because of enlightenment......

Your three disciples have a dream that is different from the real because of enlightenment......

These three men have both succeeded and failed...... Maybe one day they'll succeed again, but that's just maybe...... Now, you, the fourth disciple, are about to enter that threshold, what changes will occur in him......

You can survive four heart changes and stop at the fifth...... But even if you finally get through, there are more waiting for you in the future, you are still like this, your disciple, can you make it, it is difficult to ......" The old woman shook her head, her expression became complicated.

"Meng'er is the first of her peers in the Earth Cold Sect in terms of cultivation, and in terms of mood, I let her understand the way of the outer land, this way is stable, but it has nothing to do with barbarianism"......

In the murmur of the old woman's complicated expression, on the top of the ninth peak, in the cave of the Heavenly Evil, the Heavenly Evil Son at this moment was sitting there cross-legged, his expression distorted, revealing pain and struggle, and the clothes on his body were sometimes white, sometimes black, sometimes red, sometimes green, but more time, it stayed in purple. (To be continued)