Su Mo walked out of the small shabby house, looked back, and slowly shook his head.
For some reason, he still felt compassion.
He saw that the little girl Qingyi did have a spiritual root with outstanding talent in her body. He also did not expect that someone could develop a talent for plants and trees by taking medicine and reading books.
Or perhaps, the girl already has a talent for practicing Taoism, but no one has ever noticed it.
Feng Nu and Void Beast came forward and showed questioning eyes.
Su Mo looked at the Void Beast. Void immediately understood what Su Mo meant. He nodded, turned his head, merged into the Void and disappeared.
"Are you really planning to accept a disciple?" Feng Nu asked.
There is no problem for a transformed god to accept disciples. There are too many people in this world who have no hope of ever becoming a transformed god in their lifetime, and there are even countless people who cannot even reach the Nascent Soul.
Young gods like Su Mo are rare.
A disciple of a transformed god is already beyond the reach of the world, let alone such a young transformed god.
However, Su Mo had too many burdens on his shoulders. How could he have time to teach his disciples?
Su Mo shook his head and said nothing. He had his own plan in mind.
"Let's go..." Su Mo said slowly.
Feng Nu nodded, "Where are you going?"
"Go to the mortal world and ask!" A long-lost smile appeared on Su Mo's face.
"Where's Da Zhuang?" Feng Nu turned around and asked.
"I arranged something for it..."
"..."
A burst of golden light lit up, the power of Confucianism and Taoism rules emerged, and the two figures disappeared directly from the spot.
...
In a remote mountain, the autumn wind blew down the bamboo leaves, covering the ground with a thick layer of dead leaves.
The fragrance of bamboo lingers in the town, with a touch of deep sadness that lingers.
There is a simple bamboo house outside the town. The bamboo house is covered with withered yellow bamboo leaves. The originally green bamboo house has also turned yellow.
There was a white-haired old man sitting in front of the bamboo house. In front of the old man was a bamboo table with a teapot and two tea cups.
The old man's white hair was messy and his eyes were dull.
The wind blew the bamboo leaves and fell on the old man, who seemed unknown. He just stared blankly at the tea cup in front of him, as if he remembered the time when he drank with that young man.
A year and a half has passed, and the young man has not come back... Maybe in the old man's heart, the young man had already turned into ashes under the thunder and disaster that destroyed the world.
Yes, who in this world can really defy heaven?
However, even though he knew that the young man would never come back, the old man still remembered what the young man said: Master, can you wait for me to come back and refine your amphibious elixir with you?
The young man said he would come back to help him make elixirs together... Then he would keep waiting.
He has been waiting for the only disciple in his life...Su Mo.
One of the two teacups in front of me has not been drunk for a long time.
A burst of golden light blew across the old man's face with the autumn wind...
A very familiar breath reappeared in the old man's heart. The old man shuddered, slowly raised his head, and looked forward.
When he caught his eye, he was dressed in white clothes and white hair.
A touch of pink light reflected on the white clothes. The white clothes looked at the old man, his eyes were red, and there was a smile on his face.
The old man looked at the white clothes blankly, and only the white clothes remained in his eyes.
The autumn wind rolled the bamboo leaves and messed up the old man's white hair.
An old man and a young man faced each other from a distance, their white hair dancing in the wind, with a long-lost look forward to each other.
The old man opened his mouth, a smile appeared on his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up, exuding a touching sparkle.
"came back?"
Baiyi slowly walked forward and sat opposite Zhuzhu in front of the old man, "I'm back."
The old man pointed to the teapot in front of him with trembling hands and shook his head.
"The tea is cold."
The young man in white smiled and picked up the tea cup. He blew into the two teacups to blow out the fallen leaves, and then raised his hand to pour the tea in the teapot into the two teacups.
"It's okay, I can still drink..."
The young man in white handed a pot of tea to the old man.
"Master, I'm back to help you make elixirs."
The old man trembled when he heard this, and the two drops of crystal light fell from the corners of his eyes.
"Okay...I've been waiting for you to come back..."
Reaching out to take the herbal tea, the old man drank it slowly. Although the bitter tea was cold, it was very sweet.
...
The wind blows the bamboo leaves like sand,
The wanderer returns home with gray hair.
People are like jade, and they miss the beauty of spring in thousands of winds and rains.
Words are like honey, every frown and smile enter the herbal tea...
Feng Nu on the side stared blankly at the two white-haired people sitting and drinking opposite each other, and for some reason something inexplicable arose in her heart.
She found that Su Mo was very happy now.
This kind of happiness is not like the carefree feeling when the two of them were children in Jedi, but this kind of happiness is the kind of heartfelt relief that the pain in their hearts has found a place to rest.
It seems that he is very lucky that the white-haired old man... is still there!
And the white-haired old man also had the same emotion.
So subtle, so beautiful...
She has always been in the demon world and has never felt this kind of emotion.
Is this what he insists on in his heart... Feng Nu sighed, her eyes showing thoughts.
Feng Nu looked at the two men quietly from a distance, without coming forward to disturb or speaking...
It was as if she didn't want to ruin the beauty of this moment. biquge.biz
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"Encountering some problems?" Du Pingsheng looked at Su Mo and asked.
A year and a half has passed since that world-shattering thunder disaster came to this world. He knew that Su Mo must have experienced something, otherwise Su Mo's temper would have returned long ago.
Du Pingsheng looked at Su Mo, who was wearing white clothes and white hair, and saw that the aura on Su Mo's body had successfully transformed into a spirit.
Moreover, Su Mo's body had a transcendent aura that became even stronger. It was the aura of the gods after Su Mo absorbed tens of thousands of divine seals, but Du Pingsheng didn't know it.
"Encountered some problems..." Su Mo nodded.
"What happened?" Du Pingsheng asked again.
Su Mo thought for a while and told everything from death to nirvana to entering the Jedi realm.
He didn't want to hide anything from this old man.
Du Pingsheng listened to Su Mo describe various events sentence by sentence. When Su Mo said that he had indeed died in the disaster, his whole body trembled.
When he heard that the phoenix feathers given to him by Feng Nu helped him succeed in nirvana, he felt endless gratitude to Feng Nu. However, Su Mo did not tell Du Pingsheng the true identity of Feng Nu. He only said that Feng Nu had a precious treasure, Feng Ling. He was afraid that Du Pingsheng would be under pressure when facing Fengnu. After all, Fengnu was the lord of the demon world.
When they heard that Su Mo and Feng Nu had turned into children and fought for the divine seal in the Jedi, their old faces were filled with smiles...
Later, he also said that he and Feng Nu hid in the sacred mountain and escaped the killings of the demon clan.
Du Pingsheng looked at the distant sky, and it seemed that the distant sky was in chaos, with mourning everywhere...
Su Mo turned to look at Feng Nu on the side and waved to Feng Nu.
Feng Nu slowly walked to Su Mo's side and looked at Du Pingsheng...
Du Pingsheng stood up slowly and bowed his old body to Feng Nu, "Thank you for saving my disciple..."
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