Pursuit of the Truth

Scorpio dream frowned, and Su Ming’s words were somewhat ignorant. I could think carefully, but it was a little vague and I didn’t understand.

"What is it just to open your eyes?" Long hair women's dreams, after a moment of indulging, asked softly.

Su Ming looked at the woman in front of her, suddenly raised her right hand, and with a sway, her fingertips passed by on the rock next to her, bursting into the ice at the end of the ice. On the ice, the mountain appeared. Blooming flowers.

The flower contains a kind of vitality that can be felt from a gaze at a glance. Even at first glance, some of the unclear is the ice characterization, or the flower exists in this ice.

"You come to Linyi." Su Ming let go, calmly said.

Scorpio dreams flashed, watching the flowers on the glacier, jade, hands raised a finger, and crossed the air, and immediately appeared on the glacier, an ice flower appeared again.

The two flowers look the same, and it is almost impossible to see the difference between God and shape.

"Do you understand?" Su Ming looked at the dream of heaven.

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

Su Ming raised his right hand again. This time he was very simple. He pointed at the rock next to him and poked a small hole in the rock. The edge of the hole had cracks and spread several times.

"You come to Linyi." Su Ming's words are still calm.

The dream of Tian Hao dreamed of the small cave of the stone behind Su Ming’s finger, which was silent for a long time. When he looked up at Su Ming, the eyes were complicated.

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

"Because you think that God is the Tao, you are looking for something ethereal, so you can copy all things, because you think that you are pursuing, naturally there is a way.

I don't know, what is the word..." But according to the meaning of your words, I can understand that although there is nothing but ethereal, it exists. It exists in this world, perhaps in a grass, a flower, a stone. There is a way to exist.

What I am looking for is not what I want, but my heart is my will, God is the realm, I open my eyes and draw my wish... So, I can paint, and you can only copy. ”

Scorpio dreams are silent, for a long time, her eyes are more complicated, looking at Su Ming.

"If the world is drunk in this world, and you are alone, it means that the world is awake to sleep alone..." "The dream of the sky is muttering, she suddenly understands why the people of the ninth peak have ordinary people. The quirk of understanding.

"The same pen, I painted the sword that exists in my heart, belongs to me, and you, just the one that is copying me, some things, you can copy, some things, you can't copy." [Baidu seeks the magic to quickly play, the ear of the book fans official yy: 3943]" Su Ming stood up, holding the wood in his hand, flipped it over, revealing the back.

"I came here and answered your questions. It is to ask you a question. Now it seems that you don't need to ask, you don't understand." Su Ming sighed and turned away.

"Su Ming!" At the same time that Su Ming turned around, there was a sudden imposing momentum behind him. Tianyi Mengyuan slowly stood up, and she looked at Su Ming, and she had a persistent attachment.

"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 that there are some things that you said, I can't copy it. What is meant!"

"Do you really want to know?" Su Ming's footsteps, no turning back, calm opening.

"If you can confuse me, Jinshi, quite change, Tianhan sword, I will send you all!" Tianyu dream said, his right hand raised a wave, and immediately the three boxes went straight to Su Ming, and fell Beside Su Ming’s side.

"If you can only say, but can't do it, then I won't be difficult for you. You can take the wood chip and leave, but the price is that you have to promise me a condition, can't refuse." The dream of Tianzhu dreams recovered as usual, a touch Opening.

Su Ming was silent for a moment, turned around, and had a big sleeve. The three boxes on the ground were immediately taken up by him. Looking at the dream of Tianzhu, Su Ming raised his right hand and pointed it at the side of the mountain.

When the rock shattered, there was a faint trace on it. The trace looked like a stroke, like a sword, and a feeling of sorrow, but it was exuded from it.

Scorpio dream did not speak, she only looked at it, and then Ya, hands raised and followed one finger, and suddenly, and Su Ming’s paintings of the same gods were the same, and appeared in that On the rock.

Su Ming’s right hand moved again. This time, he stroked ten strokes in a row. Each one seemed to be the same, but in fact it was completely different. One fell on the rock, which made the rock roar.

The dream of Tianzhu dream is calm, almost at the same time as Su Ming draws out, and then Linyi, when Su Ming’s ten strokes pause, next to it, the same ten strokes appear suddenly.

Su Ming's right foot stepped toward the earth, and the whole person took off. In that midair, he closed his eyes and raised his right hand toward the seventh peak, drawing a stroke.

Ten strokes, one hundred strokes, one thousand strokes... With the right hand painting of Su Ming, the entire seventh peak has a vibration. On the surface of this mountain, there is a long trace of the road, and the long mark warehouse is Su Ming is burning in the air

Every stroke is the same, but in reality, it is completely different.

The body of Tianzhu Meng also took off, and next to Su Ming, his right hand was lifted up, and it was copied one by one. Although each pen was different, it was able to achieve this effect under his copy.

With the two paintings, one Linyi, the entire seventh peak shook, and the thundering sound made all the disciples of this peak shake their hearts and looked up.

Even at this moment, on the seventh peak, there is a dad wearing a white robe, looking at Su Ming and Tian Yu Meng in midair.

After thousands of strokes, Su Ming did not pause, and the calmness of the painting was drawn again. This is no difficulty for him. He has a pen on the drawing board in this period, the number is far more than today, and he is free to draw at this moment. With this mountain as the curtain, one thousand, three thousand, five thousand, seven thousand...

That stroke sketched, the second time did not change the atmosphere, gradually, let the side of the dream of the night in the speed of Linyi has a slow, she gradually seems to be not rooted in Su Ming's casual, because she is in Linyi, Su Ming, is in the picture.

One will draw what he wants, and the other is to copy it.

As time went by, Su Ming painted tens of thousands of pens in this painting. He had not stopped, as if he was completely immersed in the painting, and his pen was outlined in this seventh peak. Heaven and earth.

On the seventh peak, many of the female disciples, at this moment under the vibration of this peak, witnessed the strange test of Su Ming and Tian Meng Meng in the sky, one by one has changed.

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

But when Su Ming painted more than 3,000, the dream of Tianzhu was no longer there. She had sweat on her forehead. The reason was that the speed was slowing down because of the more than 10,000 different paintings. It is difficult for her to come up with this different feeling.

But she still insisted on her teeth, but her speed was slower and slower. When she copied 15,000, Su Ming had already painted nearly 20,000 pens.

The 20,000 different strokes made the face of Tianzhu dream pale, and her movements gradually became slower and slower. At the end, she stopped and looked at Su Ming. She bit her lower lip.

Su Ming still closed his eyes, a pen waving, and at the moment when the 23,000 pens fell, he slammed his eyes open, and the last one, pointing to the sky, and passing.

At the moment of its stroke, the sky roared, and a huge crack appeared in the air in a moment, even though it was only a moment, but it was because of the moment, so after its appearance, it disappeared immediately, no trace can be followed!

"You, can you copy it?" Su Ming stood in the air and looked at the dream of heaven.

Scorpio dreams and trembles, looking at the last stroke, can't say a word.

"This is not the sword of Sima Xin!" For a long time, Tianzhu dreams hoarse opening.

"No, this is mine." Su Ming whispered, turned, step by step in the air, and went to the distance.

"Your condition is nothing more than cooperation in the Scorpio sorcerer, as related to what you gave me, this cooperation can be." Su Ming's back disappeared in the distance, his voice came and fell. In the ears of the nightmare dream.

On the seventh peak, the old man in white, looking at the figure of Su Ming's departure [Baidu seeks the magic to quickly hit the hand, the ear of the book fan official yy: 3943], looked up at the sky, the eyes have a bright light.

"Make a picture..." The old man murmured and looked at the ninth peak.

"This time I didn't go to the ninth peak. I have such a remorse... But creating a word is really the true meaning of my barbarian....The evil spirits are uncle, your big disciple is enlightened. I have to retreat and I can't get out.

Your two disciples are intrinsic and have a split inside...

Your three disciples have realized that dreams are different from real ones...

These three people have succeeded and failed. Maybe one day they will succeed again, but it may be just... Maybe now, your four disciples will also enter the threshold, and on his body, there will be What changes...

You can spend four times of heartbeat and stop for the fifth time... But even if you finally spend it, there are more waiting for you, you are still like this, your disciple, can you? Made, difficult..." The old man shook his head and looked complicated.

"Dream is the first in the earth to be the first of the land, and in the state of mind, I let her feel the way of the foreign domain. This way is stable, but it has nothing to do with "...

In the complex mutter of the old man, the top of the ninth peak, in the cave of the evil spirits, the evil man at the moment, sitting cross-legged, his face twisted, showing pain and struggle, the clothes on his body are sometimes white, sometimes black Sometimes red, sometimes green, but more time, but stay in purple. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation.)