Volume 1 Life is like the first time you see it Ch

　　"Brother ......" 　　"Brother ......" 　　A soft voice, with a special kind of emotion, echoed in the dream belonging to Su Ming. 　　"Brother ...... can you hear me ...... brother ......" 　　"Brother ...... I am waiting for you ......" That voice with exhaustion, seemingly eternal there calling out to himself, getting weaker and weaker, murmuring slowly fading into silence. 　　With the weakness of the voice, Su Ming in the dream seems to have a drilling pain, as if there is something the most important thing, is with that voice far away, this feeling makes him wake up violently. 　　Su Ming's whole body was a cold, has been drenched in sweat, his face pale, in the rapid breathing look around, familiar everything in front of him let him gradually mind calm down. 　　At this moment, it was already late at night outside, far away there were some birds and beasts hissing faintly, other than that, a silence, Su Ming silently sat on the wooden bed, staring at the fragment in his hand, his expression gradually hesitant. 　　"The dream just now was very strange ...... And I clearly didn't have any drowsiness before, but I fell asleep without realizing it while observing this fragment ...... That dream... ...that voice ...... "Su Ming's face showed confusion, he seldom dream, such as the previous dream, but never, especially the woman's voice, he somehow, seems to be very familiar with the appearance. 　　"Everything, must have something to do with this!" Su Ming looked down through the moonlight and carefully looked at the fragment in his hand, frowning. 　　"What in the world is this thing ......" After hesitating for a moment, he simply bit his fingertip, according to the description on the beast skin scroll, all the treasures in heaven and earth, most of them needed to be opened after dripping their own blood. 　　Su Ming from birth to now, have not seen what treasure, this fragment is the only one, at this moment squeeze out the blood of the fingertip, drop on the fragment, will not look forward to. 　　But after a long time, the fragment still has no change, and the blood on it shows no sign of being absorbed. 　　Su Ming scratched his head, a stubbornness rose in his bones, and he got up and took various methods, such as biting his teeth, breaking it with force, and even soaking it in water, but in the end, the fragment remained the same, without the slightest difference. 　　Seeing the sky lightening, Su Ming holding this fragment, launched to stay, time passes, when the distant sky completely brightened up, the first sun rose to the sky for a moment, Su Ming suddenly brain a flash of light. 　　"This object was placed on the body at the earliest, and there is a warmth coming out, perhaps ...... this is what it does!" Without hesitation, Su Ming immediately put the fragment on the pendant once again and put it around his neck, making the fragment close to his chest. 　　A gust of warmth spread out, integrating into Su Ming's body, as if it had flowed in a whole circle, causing his entire body to be flooded with a comfortable feeling, taking a deep breath, Su Ming's mind surfaced the method of cultivating savage cultivation that he had obtained from the savage statue. 　　The Barbarian was the foundation of the world, and what Su Ming had obtained this time was the cultivation method for the first realm of Barbarian cultivation, the Blood Condensation Realm. 　　Su Ming knew from the animal skin scroll that in ancient times, the Barbarian Ancestor opened up the heavens to create man, and at that time, everyone was a god, but now countless years have changed, and the Barbarian race, as a mythological heritage, has gradually ceased to be a legend and has been reduced to mediocrity. 　　As for the cultivation of barbarians, also from that time down, only to be changed, more suitable for the current barbarians to practice, which the first realm, blood condensation realm, there are eleven levels of division, its role is to be the practitioner's bloodline within the very small barbaric ancestor inherited blood to stimulate, so that it cohesion. 　　The so-called barbarian body, in fact, is the use of the powerful barbarian statue, to find out the body of the barbarian ancestor blood is more some of the clansmen, only they can in the barbaric road, walk a little farther. 　　The ordinary clansmen who had more blood from their Barbarian Ancestors in their bodies were not recognized due to their extreme scarcity, so they were not qualified to become barbarians, and they would not be able to obtain the cultivation method given by the presence in the underworld when they worshipped the Barbarian Statue. 　　But Su Ming, is extremely special, he actually still does not have a barbarian body, but because of that strange fragments, got that is very difficult to oral transmission, in the vast majority of small and medium-sized tribes, only the barbarian statue inheritance can get the cultivation method. 　　"Gathering the barbarian blood in the body, thus allowing the barbarian blood to awaken, and ultimately drawing your own barbarian pattern, stepping into the realm of the Dust Opening!" Su Ming muttered, his eyes revealing a bright aura. 　　He sat there cross-legged, and after taking a deep breath, he slowly closed his eyes, slowly immersing himself in the cultivation method that could not be uttered in his mind. 　　Time passed little by little, soon the early sun on that day had already risen high, the cooking smoke in the tribe gradually rose and dispersed, there was a bustle. Hunting team of clansmen, led by a few chiefs, fully loaded under the watchful eyes of relatives, out of the tribe, they are going to hunt enough food. 　　Some of the Rasu, who were not very old, only four or five years old, were naked, running around the tribe, playing happily, and that burst of childish laughter would bring a smile to the faces of the clansmen who heard it. 　　In addition to this, at Gong's place, he was speaking with those two clansmen who had successfully possessed the barbarian body, about some experience in cultivating barbarians, barbarians, the most important force for a tribe. 　　Nowadays, with the death of the old generation, there are only twenty-two barbarians in the Wu Shan tribe. 　　No one noticed, this early morning, Su Ming's house door closed, in which he was, in his knees in the whole body has a weak blood light emergence, that blood light look carefully, you can vaguely see is his body under the skin of a line of blood, that line of blood is slowly flickering red, through the sense of demonic. 　　Now on Su Ming's body, there is only one blood line that has emerged, and it is still hidden, never able to fully reveal itself. 　　After a long time, Su Ming opened his eyes and deeply exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. 　　"Within the blood condensation territory, the more blood lines that appear, it means that the ability to reach the Open Dust is almost greater, but the Open Dust realm is really too difficult, according to the description on the beast skin scroll, the only way to barely call a barbarian is to open the dust, but the Open Dust realm, it is a strong person that can allow a small tribe to have the qualifications to become a medium sized tribe! 　　Gong's body has already condensed most of the savage blood, but there is still no hope of opening the dust, and the surrounding tribes have never heard of anyone reaching the Dust Opening Realm." 　　Su Ming muttered, the Dust Opening Realm was too far away for him, and what he cared most about today was whether he could successfully cultivate into the first layer of the Blood Condensation Realm. 　　The first layer of the Blood Condensation Realm required three lines of blood to surface. 　　If one possessed a Barbarian Body, one could start practicing very quickly, coagulate more than three lines of blood, and directly pass through the first level of the Blood Condensation Realm, not even one line like Su Ming's, which would be hidden from view. 　　Although the beginning was not smooth, Su Ming was not frustrated, for him, as long as he could cultivate, it meant that there was hope. 　　And when he condensed the blood veins in his body, he obviously felt that the fragment in his chest emitted a little more warmth, which further invigorated Su Ming's spirit, and he vaguely felt that he should have grasped the key to this treasure. 　　Time flashed by, it was seven days, in these seven days, Su Ming almost didn't go out of his house, even the time when he was hungry wasn't too much, this point made him puzzled for a long time, after all, that animal skin scroll had said, cultivating barbarians, especially in the blood condensation realm, due to the operation of blood veins in the body, so it would be a huge increase in the amount of food, which could make the body grow rapidly while forging more blood for cultivation. 　　However, in Su Ming's case, this was not the case, and after he thought about it, he attributed it to the strange effects caused by the debris warmth. 　　During the seven days, Lei Chen came once, giving Su Ming Song to come with sable deer blood, and incidentally taking some Oolong Saliva. Lei Chen had possessed a barbarian body as early as when he was seven years old that time when he worshipped the Barbarian Statue, and now he had even reached the fourth level of the Blood Condensation Realm, with twenty-three lines of blood condensed within his body, making him a mid-leveler even in the hunting team. 　　As he was leaving, he hesitated for a moment, and had the intention to comfort Su Ming with a few words, but in the end, he looked at Su Ming and said with a muffled and naive voice. 　　"Su Ming, we grew up together, in the future you will have me to protect you, whoever dares to mess with you is messing with me, Lei Chen!" After he finished speaking, he waved his arm forcefully, grinned a naive smile, and walked out. 　　Su Ming looked at Lei Chen as he left, and his heart was warm. 　　Although the life of the tribe was simple, it was not boring, almost every member of the tribe had their own things to do and needed to dedicate themselves to the existence of the tribe. 　　However, there are still some people, because their family had appeared in the war dead barbarians, their own does not have a barbaric body, and is not strong, can not do too many things, so in the tribe is somewhat special, most of the people waiting for death, always like some novelty, often in the next person are in the tribal dedication of their own strength, they have nothing to do. 　　Su Ming, half a month after the end of the Barbarian Enlightenment, once again put on a woven basket on his back, and in greeting the clansmen, he left the tribe alone, walking towards the jungle in the distance. 　　Su Ming stepped into the jungle, as if he had changed into a different person, full of spirituality, his body swayed, like a sharp arrow, sped away, dexterity in a few leaps climbed a large tree, sitting on a branch, a smile on his face, seemed to be very satisfied with his speed. 　　"Even though the first layer of Blood Condensation has not been refined in its entirety, my body is much more flexible than before by at least a few chips." 　　Su Ming placed the two branches of his right hand to his mouth and whistled. The sound of that whistle spread far and wide, setting off a burst of echoes. Not long after, he only saw a red line instantly come from the distance, and the speed of that red line was so fast that it approached in the twinkling of an eye, heading straight for Su Ming. 　　Su Ming grinned, and at the moment that the red line came, his body leapt up and went forward, and the sound of squeaking came out from within that red line, chasing after it. 　　"Little Red, let's compete again today and see who goes up the mountain first!" Su Ming's voice with cheerful, words quickly jumped forward and ran, the red line behind him, it was the red monkey, this little monkey face showed contempt, his hand was still holding a fruit kernel in the gnawing, seems to be disdainful of the serious comparison with Su Ming, scratched his face, lazily chased after him. 　　But chasing after, this little monkey is the eyes red, squeaky voice also sharp up, the color is showing the wrong rash, furious, the hands of the kernel thrown away, unfolding the full force of the chase.