The chirping of insects has gradually subsided, and the leaves are shaking and the mountains are turning yellow.
The autumn leaves are red, and the birds are singing meaningfully...
An autumn leaf was blown into the library. The leaves fluttered and fell gently on Su Mo's long hair. Su Mo ignored it.
Looking around, the open window of the library was already covered with fallen leaves. A gust of wind blew, and the yellow leaves swayed slightly, as if the wind was not strong enough to blow them away.
I don’t know if it’s the wind, the fallen leaves, or the young man sitting like a dead tree...
There is always something desolate in this scene...
An enchanting illusory figure gradually appeared behind Su Mo. Seeing Su Mo flipping through a book called "The Collection of Grass and Trees", he sighed and said, "There's no need to read this one. It's the same as the one you read two days ago. "Book of Grass and Trees" is not very different."
Su Mo shook his head and continued to read by himself.
"Although this "Collection of Plants and Trees" is not much different from the "Book of Plants and Trees", there are more recorded plants and trees. I'll take a look and maybe there will be some clues."
The illusory and enchanting figure was far behind Su Mo. Looking at Su Mo whose hair was more than half white, he sighed: "I have told you before, your little girl is not mentally disabled."
"She was originally an incomplete remnant soul. This remnant soul is too small. It is destiny to dissipate and cannot be reversed without human power!"
Su Mo finished flipping through the "Collection of Chinese Characters on Grass and Trees" in his hand, put it aside, and then picked up another book called "Pharmacology" and started flipping through it.
"I... don't believe in destiny!"
"Don't waste your practice, read the book I gave you!" The enchanting figure sighed, leaving these words and then disappeared.
Su Mo nodded silently.
Su Mo only read the book that Big Fierce gave him once and memorized it, but he didn't have time to test it.
All the killing techniques recorded in that book are different from the Tao practiced in the world. This killing technique is very weird.
...It seems to be a technique that allows Confucianism and Taoism to merge with all other Taoisms!
For example, let Su Mo use Confucian and Taoist skills to perform swordsmanship!
As for the Book of Life and Death, apart from interfering with Su Mo's spells and causing them to mutate, it seemed to have no other function.
No matter how Su Mo tried, it just hung there, as if he didn't care about the world!
"Master..." The little girl opened the door and entered the library, sat down next to Su Mo, and gently leaned her head on Su Mo.
The scattered long hair fell on Su Mo's arm, swaying slightly in the wind.
"Huh?" Su Mo turned his head, smiled and touched the little girl's head with his hand, and pushed away the messy long hair that was blown by the wind and stuck to her face...
"There is news from outside that the entrance to God's Domain has been opened. Many people entered, but many died... I heard that few came out, which caused an uproar in the world." The girl looked up at Su Mo's pale face. , and slowly told Su Mo about the outside world.
Su Mo was stunned and shook his head: "It has nothing to do with us!"
"Yeah!" The little girl nodded, then lowered her head, and continued in a low voice:
"Girl seems to have forgotten a lot of things recently..."
"There are some very important things, but the girl just can't remember them!" There was a look of loss on the little girl's immature and innocent face.
Su Mo's heart showed endless love. He put down the book in his hand and put his arms around the little girl into his arms.
He smiled and comforted: "It's okay, haven't you always asked me to write notes? If she forgets, just look through the notes and she will naturally remember her!"
"But..." The little girl couldn't help but shed two tears in her eyes.
"The girl is so afraid that one day she will forget the young master." The little girl pressed her head tightly into Su Mo's arms, trying to remember the smell of Su Mo's body.
"That way... the girl really has nothing..."
Su Mo's eyes turned red, he raised his head and smiled: "Then..."
"Will the girl forget the young master?"
The little girl raised her head and looked at Su Mo. She saw endless love in Su Mo's eyes.
"No! The girl will never forget the young master...even if she forgets everything, she will only never forget the young master." The little girl said like a child making a promise to an adult.
"Okay...then we have an agreement."
"Girl must not forget the young master!"
Otherwise... the young master will have nothing...
Another gust of autumn wind blew in, blowing into the library filled with fallen leaves, and blowing past the two miserable children in the building who were closely dependent on each other...
The wind seemed to shake its head slightly, sighed and left from the window on the other side.
Two more fallen leaves were left behind that were brought into the library, and a desolate place...
...
The autumn leaves have finally fallen, and the birdsong has long ceased.
The cold is blowing in the north, and the first snow reflects on the mountains...
Amidst the overwhelming white snow, looking around from the academy, the mountains and mountains are covered in vast whiteness.
The library of the academy stands on the side of the academy. From up there, you can see far away, but you can see a pale world.
In the courtyard, Luo Yin, dressed in a white dress, was caressing the ink harp in the snow, and the music lingered on the white snow in the mountains.
Several other people in the academy looked at the two figures on the library floor and shook their heads and sighed.
What's falling all over the sky doesn't seem to be snow...
Su Mo, who had white hair, sat in front of the window, holding the little man in his arms and looking at the white snow reflecting the sun outside the window, his face pale.
The empty books on the bookshelf in the library showed that Su Mo had spent a year reading them all.
There is nothing else around except a copy of "The Chronicles of Divine Grass" placed beside him.
All the other books were stacked high on the side, like a high wall blocking the way to life. It was impossible to climb over or walk in...
The "Shencao Zhi" was placed there, and on one of its pages there were a few words:
Flowers of the other shore......
Flowers bloom on the other side, flowers bloom on the other side.
Flowers bloom without leaves, leaves grow without flowers, miss each other but cherish each other without seeing each other...
It can keep the soul alive and make up for the missing parts of the soul.
It's a pity that after these words, there is an eye-catching red mark:
The Confucian sage cut off the Queen of Heaven,
There is no more Bana flower in the world!
"Master, the girl seems to have forgotten many things..." The little girl was lying in Su Mo's arms, looking at the vast white field outside the window, her expression blank.
Su Mo lowered his head and looked at the little person in his arms. He couldn't help but gently caressed the little girl's cheek with his hand, and said with a slight smile: "If you forget, just forget..."
"It's not an important thing!"
The little girl looked at Su Mo's head full of white hair. The white hair looked sad and sad in the snow all over the sky...
"But......"
"The girl seems to have forgotten the scene when she first met the young master..."
Biquge
