Don't raise your head, the cold sun is dripping with snow.
Don't look back, the gentle breeze will cool your clothes.
The meaning of parting is naturally sad and depressing.
No wonder, cool wine makes people...
Under the high spring sun, the shadows in the void gradually began to dim.
"I'm leaving..."
The remnant soul looked back at Su Mo, who was wearing thin white clothes and was as graceful as jade.
"The cicadas are miserable,
Facing Changting night,
The showers have begun to subside.
There is no thought of drinking in the capital’s tent,
place of nostalgia,
Lanzhou urged.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes,
I was speechless and choked.
Think about it,
Thousands of miles of smoke,
The dusk is heavy and the sky is vast..."
Su Mo opened his arms, folded them in front of him, bowed, and spoke slowly.
"Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times,
Even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival!
Where did you wake up tonight?
On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
Years have passed since then,
It should be a false display of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you..."
Ning Baixue's eyes froze, this poem...
The candidates present trembled when they heard Su Mo's words.
How talented is that thin and upright man in the field, that elegant man in white?
The scenes today will only make them unforgettable for the rest of their lives!
The emperor looked deeply at Su Mo, with endless expectation in his eyes...
"Jing Yan..."
"Best farewell to all of you..." Su Mo bowed to the phantoms in the sky and bowed deeply.
These... are just poor people in this cruel world of cultivating immortals.
What you can see, but what about those you can’t see?
If there is a underworld in this world, then the underworld must be full of souls and wail everywhere...
The injustice of the world makes the lives of people in this world miserable.
Ha...cultivation...
Above the clear sky, thousands of souls stirred.
They heard Su Mo's farewell words to them, and they knew what Su Mo had done for them...
That thin figure, the man in white must have suffered a lot.
In this vast world, how could someone do justice to ordinary humans like them...
The clear and clear sky seems to be much more brilliant than before...
Shadows in the void bowed deeply towards Su Mo...
One day and one place, facing each other from a distance...
Years have passed since then,
It will definitely be a good time...
The woman's shadowy gaze seemed to engrave Su Mo's soul deeply.
"I just want to see you turn this world into a bright and prosperous world..."
The little shadow looked at the three people on the field below reluctantly, with nostalgia written all over its young face.
"Dad...Mom...Goodbye..."
"elder brother..."
"goodbye......"
The gentle breeze comes and all the shadows disperse...
Only a place left to mourn...
The shadow in the void disappeared, and white light shone on Su Mo...
The white light was like knitting threads, weaving clothes on Su Mo's body through the air.
The threads transformed by the white light are extremely delicate, just like all the emotions left by people in this world. All of them must be turned into a piece of clothing to protect Su Mo from the cold.
They saw... Su Mo had no robe on him...
The white light disappeared, and a snow-white Confucian robe appeared on Su Mo...
This Confucian robe was tailor-made for Su Mo. The white Confucian robe was given to Su Mo by the thousands of dead souls to keep out the cold. It was the kindness that those thousands of dead souls gave back to Su Mo.
Being entangled with ghosts may not lead to a happy ending!
"That's..." Someone was stunned.
"...The legacy of the soul!" Someone looked complicated.
"With this Confucian robe on him, from now on he will be protected from white evil..."
Someone recalled Su Mo's methods, "But I feel that he is evil himself..."
Su Mo in the field was caressing the white clothes, and there was slowly emotion on it.
White clothes are fluttering, reflecting the sun...
"Confucian cultivator?" Ning Baixue, who was standing on the white crane, looked at the white Confucian clothes on Su Mo's body and said softly. BIquGe.biz
The white-haired old man who transformed into a god looked at Su Mo's Confucian clothes, his eyes flashed, and he spoke to Su Mo below.
"I need a Confucian cultivator in my work here...Liu Feng is also considered a Confucian cultivator."
"Since Liu Feng is dead, then you can come with us!"
The words of the white-haired god made everyone's expressions change and became very ugly.
"What does the Holy Sect mean by this?" King Ying's originally sad face suddenly became very angry. The Holy King blocked Su Mo and Bai He with a horizontal spear.
Su Mo looked at King Ying who was standing in front of him, and a warmth flashed in his heart. He looked up at the two people above Baihe, and a feeling in his heart told him.
Never go with them!
Ning Baixue sighed and said calmly: "We have no ill intentions, but we need the cultivation of a Confucian cultivator for this trip! There are too few Confucian cultivators in this world... I can promise to do it afterwards. Letting you join my Holy Sect is also a deal between me and the Liu family."
"What if I don't go?" Su Mo raised his head and asked.
Ning Baixue shook her head, "You...can't refuse!"
King Ying said in a cold voice: "Your Holy Sect still wants to take people away by force?"
"We are taking people away...you want to stop me?" Ning Baixue's beautiful face looked at King Ying seriously.
There was a meaning of persecution written under that flawless and beautiful face.
"This Su Mo probably has nothing to do with you. You want to stop me for him?"
King Ying turned around and looked at the princess beside him, who was also his only wife.
He looked at Su Mo's childish face again, turned around and said in a low voice:
"Tongtong...call him brother..."
He thought of those scenes in Su Mo's memories, that night...the thin black-clothed Su Mo and Tong Tong cuddled up against each other...the two who wanted to go home...
"Then...he is Tongtong's brother..."
"I...the son of King Ying!"
King Ying turned back to look at his beloved wife. The princess nodded and looked at Su Mo with soft eyes.
The princess moved to King Ying's side. In an instant, her long hair rose up, and a blue divine line appeared on her forehead.
"Sumi Dao,
The blue sky is disorderly..."
As soon as the words fell, a magnificent aura awakened, and a surge of majestic cultivation was revealed on the princess.
That is......
Become a god!
Everyone was stunned...
"This princess is actually a god!"
The princess looked at the cultivation of her own god with a dark expression...
If it weren't for seclusion and becoming a god, nothing would have happened to Tongtong...
What is the use of this body cultivation...
But as soon as the princess's cultivation as a god was revealed, the yellow talisman above her head flashed, and a wave fell, and the princess's cultivation was instantly suppressed by the power of the god.
Under the forbidden god order, there is no god!
The princess turned around and looked at Su Mo with soft eyes, as if she had found sustenance...
She saw a lot of things in Tongtong's ghostly eyes and her husband's expression.
"Good boy..."
The princess looked up at the two people on the white crane and said calmly:
"You can't take him away today."
The white-haired god looked at Wang Ying and his wife who were blocking Su Mo. He waved his right hand and a piece of white paper appeared in the air. The white-haired old man who transformed into a god looked sulky and said solemnly: "You want to be the enemy of the Holy Sect?"
"I don't dare, I just don't want to lose another child!" King Ying said.
"Do you know the consequences of being an enemy of the Holy Sect? Is it possible for your little country of China to bear it?" the white-haired old man transformed into a god said coldly.
"We enjoy it very much!"
Su Mo on the side looked at the two people blocking him in front with mixed feelings in his heart.
The Holy Sect was aloof. If he didn't go with them, these people would not be able to bear the Holy Sect's anger.
At least, this shouldn't be what they should bear...
The actions of Ying Wang and his wife added two more colors to Su Mo's lonely heart.
There aren't many people he cares about, originally there were only girls...and now there are two more!
"I'll go with you..."
Su Mo took a step forward.
At this moment, the spiritual power of the void fluctuated.
Amidst the fluctuations of spiritual power, two figures stepped out of the air...
One Tsing Yi...
One in red...
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