Chapter Thirty-Three: The Art of Fire Barbarian

  Hesitated for a moment, Su Ming looked at the animal hide tent with the faint light of fire, but ultimately did not go over, instead returned to his own animal hide tent under the moonlight and falling snow.

  It's probably because I haven't been back for a few days, the tent is very cold, and my breath can form a white mist, making people feel the chill even just by looking at it.

  The lonely tent was devoid of any warmth, a stark contrast to the feeling he had when he was with Su Ming at Lei Chen's house.

  Su Ming was silent, finding some twigs, taking out the fire starter, and quietly in this lonely house, slowly lit a fire. Although it was cold that night, he could resist it with the third layer of Qi blood in his body, but he himself didn't know why, always feeling that something was missing in this home that he couldn't put into words.

  With a soft sigh, Su Ming lit the firewood, and the flames gradually spread out, bringing with them a warmth that dispersed the chill in the tent.

  Sitting by the bonfire, Su Ming stared at the dancing flames and couldn't help but fall into a daze. He had always envied Lei Chen, Bei Ling, and Chen Xin since he was young, because they had families, fathers, and mothers.

  Although Grandpa was very good to Su Ming, as the tribal leader, he had to spend a lot of time guarding and helping his people. From a young age, Su Ming learned to be independent, to be alone, and even to be lonely.

  Outside, it was snowing heavily, with a mournful wind howling around, causing the leather tent to creak and groan. Occasionally, a few strands of wind would slip in, making the flames dance violently.

  Su Ming, illuminated by the flames, hugged his knees and gazed at the fire for a long time, then let out a sigh.

  "Grandfather said I was a picked-up child... then are my mother and father still around..." Su Ming's expression revealed a hint of desolation, this kind of mood had been hidden very deeply by him over the years, he didn't want others to see his loneliness, always using a smile to cover everything.

  But in this snowy night, after going to Leichens house and feeling the warmth there, when I returned to my own cold yurt, I couldn't hide it anymore.

  "Bai Ling's father and mother are no longer by her side, I don't know if she is resting now or like me, sitting by the fire, thinking..." Su Ming murmured, with Bai Ling's figure and that silvery laughter appearing in his mind.

  He suddenly felt a jolt in his body, and vaguely sensed why he had an unusual feeling towards that white spirit. This might have something to do with its beauty, but it was not the main point.

  The key is that Su Ming felt on her body a loneliness similar to his own, deeply hidden beneath her smile and cunning.

  As time passed, the warmth of the fire inside the yurt grew stronger and stronger, causing the cold air to dissipate completely, condensing into droplets of water on the yurt.

  The warmth of the animal hide seemed to melt into Su Ming's heart, making his feeling of loneliness seem to fade away. But just as it did, a strong gust of wind suddenly howled in from afar, bringing with it a large amount of snowflakes that swept across the land. The wind was so strong that it felt like an invisible giant hand had wiped across the tribe.

  The leather tent where Su Ming was, the creaking sound suddenly grew louder, and even the door of the leather tent was violently opened. The cold wind brought a sobbing sound, immediately filling the inside of the leather tent. The snowflakes mixed in fell on the fire, making it seem like the fire made a struggling sound before quickly going out.

  Su Ming raised his head, looking at the door swaying in the wind, and the warmth that had barely existed in the sheepskin tent disappeared. He silently stood up, walked out of the sheepskin tent, and stood in the snowy wind, raising his head to gaze at the sky.

  That sky and earth swept by wind and snow has a wheel of hazy moon obscured.

  Looking at the moon, Su Ming thought of Moon Wing, and in his mind's eye he saw the skeleton he had seen in the Flame Tribe, as well as the words that the skeleton had carved before its death.

  "The way of the barbarian is insatiable, exhausting all corners of the world. The remaining flames melt blood, thoughts emerge from the ashes, thoughts are exhausted in the void... Like a fire that emerges from the clouds, the vastness of heaven and earth... At that time, silently pondering, blood and fire overlap, nine as the extreme, one as the law, burning barbarian fire nine times, completing the transmission of the Fire!"

  Su Ming murmured to himself, these few sentences had appeared in his mind many times, he was always pondering, but always felt that something was slightly off.

  "The husband's barbaric desires, the barbaric desires here can be understood as nothing more than brutal desires, expressing some unpleasant things. And that husband... who is he talking about? Is it that skeleton self-deprecating again? It doesn't seem like it.

  In the wind and snow, Su Ming simply sat outside the yurt, in his opinion, inside and outside the yurt were all the same, without warmth."

  Fortunately, outside, there was still a sighing wind for company, and the moon could be seen.

  "Husband, who is that... I don't understand. After exhausting all directions, the remaining fire merges with blood, thoughts emerge from the ashes, thoughts burn the sky... This sentence seems to express a scene, as if saying that if one can merge fire into their blood, then with a single thought, they can set the sky ablaze...". Su Ming's eyes gleamed brightly, gazing at the moon in the snowy sky, pondering.

  "When the fire moon comes out of the clouds, it's vast and boundless between heaven and earth... Ah Gong said before that the sun is yang and the moon is yin, this saying makes a lot of sense. During the daytime, people generally feel warmth, while under the moonlight, there's often a hint of coolness."

  "Could it be Fire Moon? What is that... The color of fire is red, could this be referring to Red Moon, Blood Moon?" Su Ming furrowed his brow, unable to understand.

  "At that time, he was silently pondering, the blood and fire were burning fiercely, nine was the extreme, one was the law, burning the fierce fire nine times, becoming the all-pervading fire... This sentence seems to be talking about some kind of action... the all-pervading fire...". Su Ming looked at the moon in the sky, and suddenly his mind seemed to have a flash of lightning, making his eyes suddenly brighten up.

  "Could it be... that these few sentences are actually a barbaric art!" Su Ming's breathing became slightly hurried, he took a deep breath and carefully analyzed the sentences in his mind for a moment before feeling more and more convinced that they indeed contained a barbaric art!

  "In the depths of poverty and desperation, residual flames merge with blood, thoughts ignite the void, and when thoughts are exhausted, the heavens burn. This sentence describes the effect and power of this barbaric technique!"

  At that time, silently ponder, blood and fire overlap, nine is extreme, one is method, burning fierce fire nine bows, becoming the common way of bowing to fire, this sentence says how this fierce technique is cultivated!

  That's right, it should be like this. As for that sentence, "When the fire moon comes out of the clouds, and the vast sky and earth are revealed", this phrase expresses the premise of cultivating this barbaric art!

  Su Ming's spirit was stirred, and the words that had been weighing on his mind for several days were suddenly clarified. However, just a moment later, his brow furrowed again.

  "It's still not right, the prerequisite for practicing this barbaric technique is that the fire moon must come out of the clouds, but now it's not... Could it be that I need to wait a few years later, until the blood moon appears again, before I can practice?" Su Ming's eyes were deep in thought, until the moon in the sky was gradually replaced by the light of dawn, until the early morning arrived, Su Ming still couldn't think of a way to practice.

  He let out a soft sigh, Su Ming stood up, stretched his body, and as the people of the tribe gradually emerged from their tents to start their new day's work, he walked out of the tribe.

  "The requirement of the fourth layer of Blood Condensation is twenty-five blood lines, but I currently only have eleven. I need to seize the time to cultivate. And that Mountain Spirit Powder, I wonder what effect it will have after refining it. I hope this powder can help my cultivation." Su Ming's body was sprinting through the mountain forest, and his speed had increased significantly since he reached the third layer of Blood Condensation.

  At noon, he arrived at Hei Yan Peak and climbed towards the cave after a few leaps. Just as he was halfway up, Su Ming's face broke into a smile as he faintly heard Xiao Hong's voice. He looked up to see a fiery red figure lounging at the entrance of the cave, munching on wild fruits with both hands while its eyes darted about in all directions.

  When Su Ming looked at it, Xiao Hong also saw Su Ming, her eyes lit up, and she threw away the half-eaten wild fruit, jumped up, and ran towards Su Ming, even climbing onto Su Ming's back, letting out an excited cry.

  Su Ming's face revealed a happy smile, and he continued to climb. Before long, he arrived at the entrance of the cave, took a deep breath of mountain air, and then followed the little monkey into the entrance.

  Time passed quietly, day by day, and Su Ming returned to the life he had before, immersing himself in his cultivation and training. At night, he would often look up at the moon in the sky and think about the words of Huo Lun.

  Even he spent some effort to open up several hollow small holes on the rock wall of his karst cave, so that when sitting inside the cave and looking up, he could see the moon outside through those small holes.

  The dull sound that often came from the cave gradually decreased a lot after several days, and the mountain spirit scattered. Finally, seven days after Su Ming returned to the cave, it was refined by him.

  This is a deep blue medicinal stone, the fragrance is not strong, but when placed next to the nose and smelled, it will have an illusion of breathing in mountain wind, and there is also an indescribable feeling flowing inside and outside the body.

  "Shan Ling San." Su Ming crouched on the mountain wall outside the cave, facing the sunset, looking at the medicinal stone in his hand. The refining of this medicine was much more difficult than Qing Chen San, with a very high failure rate.

  The Luo Yun leaves that Su Ming had bought were now half gone, and he had only managed to refine two grains. As a result, Su Ming was really reluctant to use one of the grains to test its medicinal properties.

  "It shouldn't be a poisonous stone..." Su Ming sniffed the fragrance of the medicinal stone, carefully observed it for a long time, and judged according to his experience. Gradually, as the sky darkened and the heavens turned pitch black, Su Ming's eyes gleamed with determination, and he put the medicinal stone into his mouth.

  The medicine was different from the Qing dust scatter, and it didn't melt when entering the mouth. Su Ming furrowed his brow and bit down hard several times before finally crushing the medicine and swallowing it.

  After a while, there was no feeling in his body at all. Su Ming touched his belly again and waited for a while. He even got up and returned to the cave to circulate the blood in his body, but it was still the same as usual, with nothing different.

  "Strange..." Su Ming's eyes revealed deep thought, and after a while, his gaze flashed, and he took out a small bottle containing Qing Chen San from his bosom, took out one grain and swallowed it.

  The clear dust dissipated quickly in his mouth, and a warm feeling suddenly spread throughout his body. But just as this was happening, a shocking wave of intense heat suddenly burst forth from within him!

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