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Chapter 205: The Wind Rises the Pattern of Su Ming!
At this moment, outside the cave where Su Ming was, the old man in the sky looked at the earth with piercing eyes. His expression became more solemn, and in the end, he even showed a hint of shock.
"Snow pattern... Sima Xin's barbaric pattern back then was the snow pattern. This cold snow pattern once made the sky cold, and it is extremely suitable for practicing the Tianhan Sect's techniques!
Unexpectedly, I saw the same snow pattern as Sima Xin again! "The old man took a deep breath, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"What a blood coagulation Dzogchen, but Mingwu feels two completely different wild patterns. You gave up on the fire moon, and now this cold snow pattern... should be in line with your state of mind.
However, it can be faintly seen from Sima Xin that the pattern of Hanxue is extremely cold, severing love and desire, and is a ruthless cold... Will this boy choose..." The old man murmured, looking at the earth solemnly, His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything, and he saw sitting cross-legged in the deep cave, with his whole body covered in frost... a sad man.
"If he gives up the pattern again... Unless he can feel the third barbaric pattern, otherwise, he will have to hastily choose a pattern that does not suit him. If he still doesn't choose, his cultivation will be permanently solidified at this time. He cannot Climb..." There was a hint of worry on the old man's face. He had a very deep understanding of barbaric patterns. In the history of the barbarian tribe, there had been some openers without barbaric patterns, but these people, without exception, all had cultivated It can no longer be improved, and it will stop in life.
Without barbarian patterns, they are not considered true barbarians!
"He probably won't give up anymore..." When the old man was talking to himself, his expression suddenly changed.
Deep in the mountains, in a cave, there was a sentence echoing in the inner world of Su Mingqi, who was sitting cross-legged.
"Put it in the mirror, and when you turn around, don't take it away..." Su Ming murmured. He looked at the ice mirror in front of him, at the ice flowers inside, and at the man in white behind the ice flowers.
"Can I put this matter in the mirror instead of taking it away..." Su Ming showed bitterness on his face and sighed again.
"I missed an appointment once..."
"I can't even give up this memory and the excitement of my youth... If I do that, even if I can get this cold snow pattern, I will still be me..." Su Ming closed his eyes.
"What a wonderful Kaichen Barbarian Pattern. I didn't expect that the meditation of Kaichen Barbaric Pattern would actually appear like this. The moon in the lake, the flowers in the mirror...
These are all illusions, they are not real!All this is just a mirror, after all, it is not my choice! "Su Ming's eyes suddenly opened.
"Jing Hua Shui Yue...I don't want it!" The moment Su Ming said these words, a large number of cracks appeared in the ice realm in front of him. Under the sound of cracking sounds, it suddenly collapsed into countless fragments, along with the The ice flower and the figure in white seemed to have been split into several parts, existing in each fragment, and collapsed in front of Su Ming.
"Stupid!" The old man in the sky spoke slowly after seeing this. However, he did not try to stop Su Ming like when he gave up the barbaric pattern for the first time. Instead, he watched Su Ming do it.
"But you have enough courage! Your character meets the requirements of being my disciple. If you can really meditate on the third barbaric pattern, then even if you cannot become my disciple or pass my test, I will send you to heaven. Han Zong!" The old man looked at the earth silently, waiting for the third barbaric pattern that even he didn't know whether it would appear!
Time passed slowly, and soon it was night. However, in this dark night, the entire sky was filled with blue light and blood light, forming a strange scene.
On the earth, in the cave, the frost on Su Ming's body had dissipated, and there was no trace of ice or cold on the rock walls of the cave. The entire mountain, inside and outside, had returned to normal.
"Can't it be done..." The old man in the sky sighed after waiting for a long time.
But he did not leave, but remained in mid-air, continuing to wait. Slowly, the night passed, and when the sky became brighter, Su Ming, who was in the cave deep in the earth, was still sitting cross-legged, motionless, and no longer meditating. The signs of barbaric lines appear, like a simple slumber.
"He gave up the Fire Moon, which means that the tribe he grew up in was not practicing fire. Because it was different, he didn't want to, so he didn't choose it. It can be seen from this that this son values ​​​​his family's kindness."
"He gave up the cold pattern and refused to be ruthless or cold, which shows that he values ​​love..."
"But the more such a person is, the less suitable he is for practicing my techniques and inheritance. He can't do evil... he can't do... subversion and testing. In fact, there is no need for it." Three days later, the old man sighed. , took a deep look at the earth, and did not wait any longer. He knew in his heart that although the time to open the dust could be long or short, once he woke up from meditation, it would mean the end.
At this moment, he sensed Su Ming in the cave and opened his eyes.
"If you choose Tianhan, I will speak then." The old man said to himself, with regret and pity, and walked step by step towards the distance. His back was a little lonely. As it went away, the blue light here and The blood light gradually became illusory, and finally disappeared together with the stone statue with its eyes closed.
"Failed..." In the cave, Su Ming opened his eyes, looked at the rock wall in front of him, and whispered softly. It was dark and quiet around him. In this silence, Su Ming raised his head.
His expression was calm, with no regrets or fluctuations. Instead, he silently asked himself in the darkness whether it was worth giving up two powerful barbaric patterns.
"Huo Yue, who is different from my tribe, asked me to change my tribe. From now on, I will no longer be a member of the Wushan tribe, but become a fire barbarian... I don't want to do this."
"Han Xue, ask me to put all my emotions in the mirror and turn around and never take them away. I can't do this. In this case, there is no regret." Su Ming could feel that his body was full of emotions. After giving up the barbaric pattern obtained through meditation twice in a row, Kaichen's cultivation seemed to have lost its vitality and showed signs of decline.
"What is a pattern..." Su Ming did not pay attention to the decline of his cultivation, but looked up at the dark rock wall above and murmured.
"Patterns are an expression of one's own heart, a special realm that only belongs to oneself..." This was what his grandfather once said to him back then, and it was something Su Ming always remembered.
"Why does Manwen need meditation..." Su Ming smiled.
His smile was very faint, but in that faint smile, there was a hint of consciousness that no outsider could see at the moment.
"Because people in this world often don't know who they are or their own hearts. They need to meditate and feel their own hearts...
The so-called barbaric pattern is actually a kind of self-questioning! "Su Ming's eyes were calm, without fluctuations, but gradually gained depth.
"I asked myself, and then I got Fire Moon and Han Xue... But these are just mirror flowers, water moon, and even if I ask myself, it may not be what I really want." Su Ming raised his right hand and placed it on in front of himself.
He looked at his right hand, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"On the contrary, it was because of this meditative self-questioning that I really knew what kind of tattoos I really needed..." Su Ming smiled, put the tip of the index finger of his right hand to his mouth, and bit the secretion. Blood came out. The blood was very viscous and contained the dust-opening power in Su Ming's body at this moment.
Under the condensation of this dust-opening power, this blood belongs to wild blood!
"Draw wild lines with wild blood..." Without any hesitation, Su Ming's finger touched the center of his eyebrows, and drew the first wild lines in his life towards his chin!
It was a shocking bloody mark that started from the center of his eyebrows, crossed the tip of his nose, crossed his lips, and was directly connected to his chin.
If the barbaric pattern is carved, it will trigger the reaction of the dust-opening power in the body, and there will be a scene of a large area of ​​​​skin with red mist like before, but now, it does not appear.
"My tattoos are the reflection of my will..." Su Ming's eyes became brighter and brighter, and in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be some pictures. Those pictures were deeply imprinted in his mind and he would never forget them.
His right index finger drew another stroke on his face, past his left eye.But under this stroke of painting, the power of opening dust in his body is still calm and unmotivated.
"It was not obtained from meditation, but was confirmed after giving up meditation..." Su Ming murmured, closed his eyes, and made a third stroke with his index finger. On his face, there were three long lines of blood. There are traces, but it is difficult to see what he is drawing. Perhaps, only the image that exists in his closed pupils at this moment can clearly reveal the wild lines that Su Ming wants to draw.
"It's not the Fire Moon!" Su Ming drew the fourth and fifth strokes...
"It's not icy snow!" On his face, the blood stains looked a bit confusing. Although there were many, there was always a missing line connecting them, making it impossible to tell what the scene was.
"It's..." Su Ming didn't know how many strokes he had drawn. At this moment, the index finger of his right hand paused. The moment he slowly opened his eyes, his index finger swiped over the chaotic blood stains, like a finishing touch. These bloodstains were suddenly and completely connected together, forming a mountain with five peaks!
Five peaks, Wushan!
The moment the Black Mountain Pattern appeared, the dust-opening power in Su Ming's body was suddenly activated, causing his whole body to be filled with a large amount of red mist. The mist surged into the Five Peaks Pattern, causing this Wushan, lifelike!
If Tian Xiezi had not left, he would definitely have sighed after seeing this pattern. This is the mountain pattern, which is the most common type of barbaric pattern... But similarly, after he sighed, he would definitely take a breath. , turned the sigh into shock, this shock was even enough to surpass what he had experienced before by Su Ming's Fire Moon and Cold Snow Patterns several times, making him almost unbelievable!
The patterns of barbaric patterns are very simple. If you can draw two things, it is considered complicated, but now...
Su Ming's clothes were open, and the index finger of his right hand did not pause after drawing Wushan. Instead, it was on his chest. With softness and reminiscence in his eyes, he gradually drew stroke by stroke... A tribe! ——
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