In the imperial city, King Ying finished approving many memorials on the case and breathed a sigh of relief.
The emperor in the world is not as free and easy as the world seems, but is very cumbersome.
For such trivial matters, there are endless memorials and remonstrances to be read every day.
There are not only man-made disasters in the world, but also natural disasters... The entire ninth world has become a country, and there are countless causes in the world.
When King Ying thought that this was the place where his children belonged, he felt happy even though he was tired.
King Ying looked at the thick memorial in front of him, shook his head, stood up and stretched.
He walked out of the imperial study and headed towards his side hall in the palace.
I don't know why, even though the palace is very large and has many maids and servants, it still seems a little deserted.
As soon as King Ying returned to the side hall, he saw Princess Ying sitting alone on the desk, staring blankly at the night outside the window.
"Thinking about Mo'er again?"
King Ying sighed, walked behind Princess Ying, and smoothed her long hair that was blown by the wind.
Princess Ying turned to look at her husband, leaned her head gently on Prince Ying's arms, nodded, and said with longing, "I wonder how Mo'er is doing outside..."
"I wonder if he is eating well in the upper world...if he is bullied...if he is suffering..."
Princess Ying couldn't help but burst into tears at the thought of Su Mo being lonely and helpless outside.
King Ying shook his head helplessly, and said with a hint of hope: "There are too many constraints on him, and the Ninth Realm cannot trap him."
"We can only be his backing, but we cannot be his shackles..."ŴŴŴ.BiQuGe.Biz
King Ying also looked at the dim sky outside the window and sighed, as if he wanted to see that delicate face among the shining stars in the sky.
"Mo'er is kind-hearted, but also persevering and intelligent... He is born to know the art of the emperor, so we don't have to worry too much."
Having said that, the worry in Prince Ying's eyes was not any weaker than that of Princess Ying.
It's just that as a man, King Ying keeps his emotions hidden.
Princess Ying shook her head when she heard this, and said with a choked voice, "It's precisely because Mo'er is kind-hearted that I'm worried."
"He has an easy-going appearance, but his heart is extremely determined..."
"When something happens, he never wants to tell anyone, so he just suffers it silently."
"And now he is alone, and even if he wants to say something, he has no one to say it to."
"You may see that he always has a smile on his face on weekdays, but he is always miserable in his heart."
Princess Ying is sensitive as a mother, and only she can feel many things.
One's own children, one's own children...
"The more this happens, the more worried I am..."
King Ying sighed with a complicated expression.
A wisp of breeze blew into this side hall, gently brushing against the cheeks of the two elders, with a feeling of longing that lingered.
Princess Ying felt the breeze blowing on her cheeks, and her whole body trembled. She turned her head to look in the palace, looking around.
"Mo'er, are you back?"
Looking around blankly, the palace was empty except for a few maids who looked at each other in confusion.
"Mo'er?"
King Ying also seemed to have something, and started searching the palace with doubts.
It's just that there is nothing in the empty palace, and after that wisp of breeze lingered in the palace for a long time, it involuntarily blew towards the distance...
...
Su Mo's consciousness was like a wisp of wind, blowing through Daoxuan Mountain, blowing through the palace, and then being blown into the academy.
The vast academy was deserted.
Perhaps because it had been uninhabited for a long time, grass actually grew in the courtyard.
The tall grass swayed with the gentle wind, and droplets of mist condensed in the dim night fell.
The wind sighed and blew up the library again.
The library was empty, and all the books that Su Mo had read were missing...
Su Mo's consciousness seemed to be looking for something, but he felt that everything was what he was looking for.
Before Su Mo's consciousness could stop, it blew into the distance again.
Along the way, we passed many places...
It blew past the small dilapidated temples in the south of the Yangtze River, the withered graves of the Liu family, the plains in the west of the city, and the boathouses by the river.
Finally, Su Mo's consciousness came to a small boat by the river.
...
The moonlight was reflected in the river, and was turned into broken light by the flowing river water, and the blue waves rippled among the willow branches on the riverside.
The boat stopped at the riverside, swaying under the wind and water, and the scent of ink overflowed from the small boat.
I don’t know how long this little painting boat has been docked here. The hull is covered with a layer of dust...
Su Mo's consciousness fell on the small boat, as if he could still vaguely hear the laughter and laughter on the boat.
But if you look carefully, you can still see a lonely boat.
No one, no words.
Su Mo sighed at this ray of consciousness and slowly sat on the rocking chair on the bow of the ship.
Swaying with the wind...
The dim candlelight on the streets of the Imperial City not far away merged into warm sunshine and sprinkled on the streets.
It seems that someone's family is having a happy event and is extremely busy.
The laughter reached Su Mo's ears, and Su Mo laughed slowly.
"The world has never been a shackles, but my foundation..."
"Why do you have to become mortal when you become a god?"
“Can’t ordinary people become gods?”
"If the way of heaven traps me, I will go against heaven!"
...
Thousands of rays of light appeared in Su Mo's eyes, dyeing the night sky in this remote town with rainbows, like an aurora reflecting the sky.
As if sensing Su Mo's disapproval, the sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, and a depressing atmosphere suddenly enveloped the world.
Su Mo opened his eyes, his breath dissipated, as if nothing had changed, yet everything seemed to have changed.
Du Pingsheng seemed to feel Su Mo's change of mind and walked out of the bamboo house.
"Mr. Du." Su Mo looked behind him.
"Do you understand?" Mr. Du asked with a smile.
Su Mo nodded: "If you can't fade away from the ordinary, you won't fade away from the ordinary."
"I can't wait for thousands of years to fade away like a Confucian saint. I can only take my mortal life and forcefully transform into a god!"
Mr. Du laughed and looked at the energetic Su Mo, "Have you thought clearly? If you go against the will of heaven, you will definitely suffer disaster..."
"Think clearly!" Su Mo nodded, "I want to make an elixir!"
Su Mo knew that he could not break through the realm of spiritual transformation with Confucianism and Taoism alone. He needed the Taoism of Plants, Trees, and Alchemy to achieve Great Consummation.
Only when both paths are perfect, can both paths have a chance to forcibly break through the realm of divine transformation.
This is his unique advantage. His power of the other shore flower can make his way of grass and trees perfect in a very short time.
Du Pingsheng raised his head and looked at the clouds above the sky, which were gradually lowering. His expression showed hope... Le'er, since I can't refine Shuangqi, let him refine it.
He already understood Su Mo's thoughts. Su Mo wanted to use the Double Path of Great Perfection to impact the gods.
"Then let's make elixirs."
Du Pingsheng looked deeply at Su Mo, then turned around and returned to the bamboo house.
Su Mo looked up at the sky, with a vast will in his expression, slowly turned his head and walked into the bamboo house.
boom!
There was a thunder, followed by heavy rain...
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