Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Chapter 203 Su Ming’s Pattern!

Outside Su Ming's House of Tears, the old man in the sky was shaping the earth with equal energy. His expression became more solemn, and at the end, he even showed a hint of shock.

"Snow pattern... Sima Xin's wild pattern back then was the snow pattern. This cold snow pattern once made the sky cold and was extremely suitable for practicing the Wood Technique of Tianhan Sect!

Unexpectedly, I saw the same snow pattern as Sima Xin again! [Baidu Qiu Mo Bar quick update, Ergen Book Fans official yy: 3943] "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 the fire moon, and now this cold snow pattern... It should be in line with your state of mind.

However, it can be seen from Sima Xin's body that the pattern of cold snow is the ultimate ridge of ice. It is the knowledge of having no confidence in others... Is this what you will choose..." The old man looked at the whistle solemnly. Looking at the earth, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything, and he saw a sad man sitting cross-legged in the House of Tears deep in the mountains, his whole body covered with cold mold.

"If he gives up knowing... again, unless he can feel the third barbaric pattern, otherwise he will just hastily choose a pattern that does not suit him. If he still doesn't choose, his cultivation will be permanently solidified here. At this time, you cannot climb..." There was a trace of worry on the old man's face. He had a very deep understanding of the barbarian pattern. In the history of the barbarian tribe, there had been some people who were not talented in the barbarian pattern. However, these people, without exception, All of them can no longer improve their cultivation level and will stop in their lifetime.

Without talent and barbarian patterns, they are not considered true barbarians!

"He probably won't give up again..." While the old man was talking to himself, his expression suddenly changed.

In the deep mountains of the earth, in the Palace of Tears, Su Mingqi, who was sitting cross-legged, had only one sentence echoing in his inner world.

"Put it in the mirror, and when you turn around, don't take it away..." Su Ming whistled. He shaped the ice mirror around his eyes, looked at the ice flowers inside, and looked at the man Bai Yong behind the ice flowers.

"Can I put this matter in the mirror and not take it away..." Su Ming's face showed pity and he sighed again.

"I've already missed an appointment once..."

"We can't throw away this memory and the excitement of our youth... If we do that, even if I can get this cold snow pattern, I will still be me..." Su Ming closed his eyes.

"What a beautiful pattern of opening the dust. I never thought that Mo Xiang, who had the pattern of opening the dust, could actually be transformed like this. The moon in the water, the spider 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 opened wide.

"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 leaves and leaves, it suddenly collapsed into countless fragments, along with other The ice flower inside, as well as Bai Yong's figure, seemed to have been split into several parts, existing in each fragment, and scattered in front of Su Ming's face.

"Stupid!" The old man in the sky, after seeing this, Suisui spoke, but he did not try to stop Su Ming when he gave up the barbarian pattern for the first time, but watched Su Ming do it. .

"But you have enough courage! Your character meets the requirements of my brother. If you can really figure out the third barbaric pattern, then even if you are not my brother and cannot pass my test, I will Send you to the Tianhan Sect!" The old man silently shaped the earth, waiting for the third barbaric pattern that even he didn't know whether it would appear!

Time passed by slowly, and soon it was night. However, in this dark night, the whole sky was filled with blue light and blood light, which briefly obscured the strange scene of the temple.

Go up to her, inside the Tears Mansion, Su Ming's body has been dispelled from the cold weather. There is no trace of ice or cold on the rock walls of the Tears Mansion, and everything inside and outside the mountains has 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 continued to wait in mid-air, timidly. The night passed, and when the sky became bright, Su Ming, who was in the Tea House deep in the mountains, was still sitting cross-legged, motionless. Ji Hao, who has no talent, could not imagine the appearance of wild patterns, as if he was simply sleeping.

"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. This matter can be done by those who can do it. This is because of the importance of family kindness."

"He gave up the cold pattern and didn't want to be helpless. He didn't want to be cold, which shows that he is very dependent..."

"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... Dianxia, ​​the test is actually no longer needed." Three days later, the old man sighed. With a sound, he took a deep look at her, and did not wait any longer. He knew in his heart that although the time for Qi Chen was long and short, once he woke up from the dream, it would mean the end.

At this moment, he sensed Su Ming in the House of Tears and opened his eyes.

"If you choose Tianhan, I will open the door then..." The old man said to himself, with regrets and something to borrow, and walked towards the distance. His back was just a lone candle, and as he went further, Over time, the blue light and blood light here gradually became illusory, and eventually they were lost together with the stone statue with its eyes closed.

"Failed... In the House of Tears, Su Ming opened his eyes, [Baidu Qiu Mo Bar quick update, Ergen Shufan official yy: 3943] looked at Yan Pi in front of him, and whispered softly, it was dark and quiet all around, here, Cong Duan In the silence, Su Ming raised his head.

His expression was calm, not regretful or fluctuating, but silently in the darkness, as if asking himself, 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 as he gave up the unimaginable barbaric pattern twice in succession, his Kaichen cultivation seemed to have lost its vitality and was beginning to decline.

"What is a pattern...Su Ming didn't care about the decline of his cultivation, but looked up at the dark rock wall above, whistle.

"Patterns are a kind of expression of one's own heart, a kind of special knowledge that only belongs to oneself..." This is what his grandfather once said to him back then, and it is a testimony that Su Ming has always remembered.

"Why don't you think about Man Wen Lei..." Su Ming smiled.

His smile was very faint, but in that faint smile, there was just a hint of awareness that no outsider could achieve at this moment.

"Because people in this world often don't know that they are the only ones and don't know every heart of their own. They need to stop thinking about it and feel their own heart...,

The so-called barbaric pattern is actually a kind of self-questioning! "Su Ming's eyes were calm and unwavering, but he gradually became aware of it.

"I asked myself, so I discovered Fire Moon and Han Spider..., but these are just mirror flowers and water moon. Even if I ask myself and get them, they may not be what I really want." Su Ming raised his right hand. Put it in front of yourself.

He shaped his right hand and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"It's because of Mo Xiang Zi Ran this time that I really know what kind of pattern I really want..." Su Ming smiled and put the tip of the food nib on his right hand to his mouth. The side was bitten and blood leaked out. The blood was very sticky and contained the dust-removing 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..." Su Ming's hand didn't bother him at all. He touched the center of his eyebrows and drew the first stroke of wild lines in his life!

It was a shocking blood-colored mark, starting from the center of his eyebrows, crossing the tip of his nose, crossing his lips, and directly connecting with 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 like a large area of ​​​​skin with red mist, but now, it does not appear.

"My tattoos are the rest of my will..." Su Ming's eyes became brighter and brighter. In the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be some pictures. Those pictures were deeply imprinted in his belly and he would never forget them for the rest of his life.

He lifted his right hand and drew another stroke on his face, crossing his left eye. But under this single stroke, the dust-opening power within his body remained calm and not aroused.

"It is not obtained from Mo Xiang, but after giving up Mo Xiang, it is confirmed..." Su Ming whistled, closed his eyes, and drew the third stroke on his face. At this moment, it was only three strokes. There was a bloody plague, but it was difficult to tell what he was drawing. Perhaps, only the picture that existed in his closed pupils at this moment could clearly reveal the wild lines that Su Ming wanted to draw.

"It's not the Fire Moon!" Su Ming drew the fourth stroke, the fifth stroke,

"It's not icy snow!" On his face, those bloodstains looked a little confused. Although there were many, they were always missing the fragments that connected them all winter long. It was impossible to tell what the scene was. .

"It knows..." Su Ming didn't know how many strokes he had drawn. At this moment, he took a meal with his right hand. The moment he opened his eyes timidly, his hand passed over the chaotic blood plague, like a forest. Like a finishing touch, these blood epidemics are completely connected together, forming a mountain with five peaks!

Five peaks, Wushan!

When the Black Mountain Pattern appeared, the dust-opening power in Su Ming's body was activated, causing his whole body to be filled with a large amount of red mist. This mist rushed into the Five Peaks Pattern. Inside, this Wushan looks like the real thing!

If Tian Xie had not gone away, he would definitely sigh after seeing this pattern. This is the mountain pattern, which is the most common type of barbaric pattern... But similarly, after sighing, he would definitely take a breath, The sigh turned into shock. This shock was even enough to surpass what he had experienced before by Su Ming's fire moon and cold snow pattern several times, making him almost unbelievable!

The patterns of barbaric patterns are very simple. They can draw two things and the detection is complicated. It can be like entering...

Su Ming's long shirt was open, and his right hand did not pause after drawing Wushan. Instead, it was on his chest. In his eyes, softness and recollection were revealed. Gradually, stroke by stroke, he drew A tribe! zy