Tian Lan Meng frowned. Su Ming's words confused her, but when she thought about it carefully, it was still a little unclear and she did not quite understand.
The long-haired Tian Lan Meng remained silent for a moment before she asked softly, "What do you mean by only opening your eyes?"
Su Ming looked at the woman before him, then suddenly lifted his right hand and swung it in the air. The tip of his finger sliced through the air at the mountain rock beside him, and as ice shards flew into the air, a flower bloomed on the glacial mountain rock.
That flower contained an overflowing life force that could be felt with just a glance. In fact, at first glance, it was hard to tell whether it was a carving of the glacier or whether the flower had always existed in the ice.
Su Ming put down his hand and said calmly, "Copy it."
A glint appeared in Tian Lan Meng's eyes. She looked at the flower on the glacier and lifted her hand to point at it. With a few strokes in the air, another ice flower appeared on the glacier.
The two flowers looked exactly the same. It did not matter whether it was their spirit or their form, they were practically indistinguishable.
"Do you understand now?" Su Ming looked at Tian Lan Meng.
The long-haired woman frowned. After a while, she shook her head.
Su Ming lifted his right hand once again. This time, he did it in a simple manner. He pointed at the mountain rock beside him and poked a small hole in it. Cracks appeared on the edges of the hole and spread out.
"Copy it." Su Ming's voice was still calm.
Tian Lan Meng looked at the small hole in the mountain rock behind Su Ming's lifted finger and remained silent for a long time. When she lifted her head to look at Su Ming, a complicated look appeared in her eyes.
Su Ming looked at the woman and said slowly, "You're always copying."
"Because you think that the spirit is the Dao and what you're searching for is something ethereal, that's why you can copy everything. Because you think that as you're searching, you'll naturally find your Dao.
I don't know what the Dao is … but according to the meaning of your words just now, I can understand. Although the Dao is illusory, it exists. It exists in this world. Perhaps in every blade of grass, every tree, every flower, every stone, there is the existence of the Dao.
"What I'm searching for is not Dao, but for my heart to turn into a wish and my spirit to turn into a realm to open my eyes and draw my wish … That's why I can draw, but you can only copy."
Tian Lan Meng was silent. After a long while, her gaze became even more complicated as she looked at Su Ming.
"If all the people in the world are drunk and you are the only one awake, then it would mean that all the people in the world are awake and you are sleeping alone …" Tian Lan Meng mumbled. She suddenly understood why all the people in the ninth summit had strange habits that normal people could not understand.
"It's the same stroke. I'm drawing the sword that exists in my heart, and you're just copying my stroke. There are some things you can copy, but there are also some things you can't copy." Su Ming stood up and flipped the wooden slip over to reveal its back.
"I came here and answered your questions because I wanted to ask you something. By the looks of it now, I don't need to ask anymore. You … don't understand." Su Ming sighed softly and turned around, intending to leave.
"Su Ming!" The moment Su Ming turned around, a vast presence suddenly came from behind him. Tian Lan Meng stood up slowly and looked at Su Ming with determination in her eyes.
"I can't see the picture on the back of the wooden slip, but I can feel it. If you want to know the origins of this wooden slip, I can tell you, but I want to know what you meant when you said there are some things I can't copy! "
"Do you really want to know?" Su Ming's footsteps came to a halt. He did not turn his head back and asked calmly.
"If you can answer my questions, then I'll give you the Golden Stone Sword, the God of Berserkers Transformation, and Freezing Sky Sword!" As Tian Lan Meng spoke, she swung her right hand and the three boxes immediately charged towards Su Ming, landing by his side.
"If you only know how to talk and can't do it, then I won't make things difficult for you. You can take the wooden slip and leave, but you have to promise me one thing. You can't refuse it." Tian Lan Meng's expression returned to normal as she spoke flatly.
Su Ming remained silent for a moment before he turned around and waved his arm. The three boxes on the ground were immediately put away by him. He looked at Tian Lan Meng and lifted his right hand, drawing a line across the mountain rock beside him.
The mountain rock trembled, and a faint mark appeared on it. That mark looked like a single stroke, like a sword, and a sorrowful feeling spread out from it.
Tian Lan Meng did not speak. She only cast a glance at it before lifting her hand and pointing at it. In an instant, a picture that was exactly the same as Su Ming's divine stroke appeared on the mountain rock.
Su Ming moved his right hand once again. This time, he drew 10 consecutive strokes. Each stroke might seem the same, but in truth, they were completely different. They fell on the mountain rock, causing it to rumble.
Tian Lan Meng's expression was calm. Almost at the same time Su Ming drew those strokes, she copied them. When Su Ming stopped drawing those 10 strokes, a copy of the same 10 strokes appeared by his side.
Su Ming stomped on the ground with his right foot and rose into the air. When he was in midair, he closed his eyes and lifted his right hand to draw one stroke after another in the direction of the seventh summit.
10 strokes, 100 strokes, 1,000 strokes … As Su Ming drew with his right hand, the entire seventh summit trembled. Long marks appeared on the surface of the mountain, and all of those long marks were created by Su Ming through the air.
Each stroke might seem the same, but in truth, they were completely different.
Tian Lan Meng also rose into the air and stood beside Su Ming. She lifted her right hand and copied them one by one. Even if each stroke was different, as she copied them, she could still achieve the same effect.
As one of them drew and the other copied, the entire seventh summit trembled. The booming sounds made all the disciples on the mountain feel shaken, and they lifted their heads to look.
At that moment, there was an old woman dressed in a long white robe standing on the seventh summit. She was looking at Su Ming and Tian Lan Meng in midair with bright eyes.
Once Su Ming finished drawing the 1,000 strokes, he did not stop. With a calm expression, he started drawing once again. This was not difficult for him. The number of strokes he had drawn over the past few days had far surpassed what he had drawn at that moment. At that moment, he started drawing casually and used the mountain as his canvas. 1,000, 3,000, 5,000, 7,000 …
Each and every one of those strokes had a different presence, and gradually, Tian Lan Meng's copying speed slowed down. Gradually, she seemed to be unable to catch up to Su Ming's casualness, because she was copying, and Su Ming was simply drawing.
One of them wanted to draw what he wanted, and the other wanted to copy it.
As time passed by, Su Ming continued drawing. He had already drawn 10,000 strokes, but he still did not stop. It was as if he was completely immersed in drawing. With each stroke, he drew the outline of the seventh summit as if he was spreading out the sky and earth.
As the mountain trembled, the numerous female disciples on the seventh summit witnessed the strange battle between Su Ming and Tian Lan Meng in the sky, and their expressions changed.
Bai Su stood on the mountain and looked at Su Ming in the sky. She took a deep breath. She suddenly realized that the Su Ming before her was slightly different from the hateful person in her memories.
However, when Su Ming finished drawing 13,000 something strokes, Tian Lan Meng could no longer keep up. Sweat broke out on her forehead. The reason why her speed had slowed down was because it was already difficult for her to recreate the feeling of drawing with these 10,000 something strokes that were completely different from each other.
However, she still gritted her teeth and persevered. She copied each stroke, but her speed was becoming slower. When she copied the 15,000th stroke, Su Ming had already drawn nearly 20,000th stroke by the side.
The 20,000 different strokes made Tian Lan Meng's face turn pale. Her actions gradually became slower, and eventually, she stopped. She looked at Su Ming and bit her bottom lip.
Su Ming still had his eyes closed. As he continued drawing, he opened his eyes abruptly, and with the final stroke, he drew across the sky with his finger.
At the instant it streaked past, the sky rumbled and a huge crack appeared in the sky. Even though it was only for an instant, it was precisely because it was only for an instant that it disappeared the moment it appeared, leaving no trace behind!
"Can you copy it?" Su Ming stood in midair and looked at Tian Lan Meng.
Tian Lan Meng shuddered. She looked at the final stroke and could not say a single word.
After a long while, Tian Lan Meng spoke hoarsely, "This isn't Si Ma Xin's sword slash!"
"No, this is mine," Su Ming said softly and turned around, walking into the distance in midair.
"Your condition is to work together in Sky Mist Shaman Hunt. If it's related to the item you gave me, then we can work together." Su Ming's back disappeared into the distance. His voice traveled into the air and fell into Tian Lan Meng's ears.
The old woman in white on the seventh summit looked at Su Ming's departing figure and lifted her head to look at the sky. A brilliant light appeared in her eyes.
"Picture Creation …" the old woman mumbled and looked towards the ninth summit.
"This child has not been in the ninth summit for a long time, but he already has such an epiphany … But is Creation truly the true essence of the Berserker Tribe..? Uncle master Tian Xie Zi, your eldest disciple had to isolate himself because of his epiphany and can't walk out.
"Your second disciple had a split in his heart because of his epiphany …
"Your third disciple had a dream because of his epiphany, and it's different from reality …
"These three people succeeded, but also failed … Perhaps one day, they will succeed again, but it's just a possibility … Now, your fourth disciple is also about to step through that door. What sort of changes will happen to him …
"You went through four changes of heart, but stopped at the fifth … But even if you manage to get through it in the end, there will still be more waiting for you. If you're already like this, can your disciple do it? "Creation … is difficult …" The old woman shook her head and a complicated look appeared on her face.
"Meng Er's level of cultivation is the strongest among those of the same generation in the Great Frozen Plains. I've made her understand the Dao of the other worlds. This method is stable, but it has nothing to do with the Berserker Tribe …"
As the old woman mumbled with a complicated look on her face, Tian Xie Zi was sitting cross-legged in Tian Xie Zi's cave abode at the top of the ninth summit. His face was contorted, and there was a look of pain and struggle on his face. His robes would sometimes be white, sometimes black, sometimes red, sometimes green, but most of the time, they would be purple. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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