In the midst of the depressing recuperation, half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The demon saint's fear finally faded away, and his sorrow showed again!
In mourning, the Demon Saint walked out of the corner in the spiritual sea, walked to the Wangchuan River and stared blankly at the flowing water with a sad expression...
The death energy in Su Mo's body finally dissipated, no longer swallowing up Su Mo's vitality.
But Su Mo's face was still old, and it would take a long time to recover.
Su Mo knew that this did not happen overnight, and he could not think of any reason to hide in the spiritual sea and not meet the few people outside.
After thinking about it, Su Mo decided to go out directly...
"Senior, junior is going out, do you want to come with us?"
Su Mo tentatively asked the Demon Saint by the river. The Demon Saint did not respond, but he was no longer afraid of the Four Saints of Fusheng Pass.
This was what Su Mo had expected. After the fear faded away, he would no longer be afraid.
However, the demon saint's mourning seemed very quiet.
Ah, very good!
At least, nothing out of the ordinary should happen...
Su Mo nodded, turned around, opened the door to the spiritual sea and walked out.
The demon saint by the river is still looking at the river sadly, with a lonely expression...
"Time is like running water, life is like cicada's clothing."
"This fate is always unpredictable..."
"I wouldn't have come if I had known about it. Now, I have lost my mind and looked so miserable that people can see it. I can't say that I still despise others in my heart."
"It's not my place as a woman to take care of anything in this world."
"If you take too much control, you will also attract people's suspicion."
"It's better to stay in the demon tower all the time, it's better than this..."
The demon saint sighed deeply and squatted down.
The cool breeze on the river blew by, blowing the demon saint's long hair. The demon saint slowly sat on the ground, his figure was charming and light, as weak as a veil.
Looking at a withered Bianhua flower stem in front of me, I muttered to myself again.
"My life, like this withered flower, will one day fade away."
“When it’s in its prime, no one picks it; when it’s dry, no one asks about it.”
The Demon Saint stood up and walked to the river, looking at his reflection in the water as flat as a mirror. The reflection was charming, beautiful and prosperous.
"This grand appearance actually caught the attention of that little thief, but it's not like no one has seen it before."
"It's just a little bit contemptuous. I don't know what the little thief thinks..."
"He should have been responsible for such a thing. But he never mentioned it. He probably doesn't like him anymore."
"That's all. In the prime of life, if someone sees a flower, it doesn't mean that the flower blooms in vain."
As he spoke, the God of Medicine sighed deeply, squatted on the bank of the river, raised his hand and reached into the water, holding up a gulf of clear water, looking at it with fascination.
The river water in his hand flowed cleanly through his fingers.
The sorrowful look in Demon Saint's eyes became more intense, "Even if the falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless, there should be traces."
"Now it seems that he is a bit too sentimental."
"It's strange to say that it's just a one-time relationship. Why should I be so interested in that little thief?"
"Perhaps it was a coincidence that we got married, but it was God's will in the end..."
"It's just this matter, how can I, a woman, say it?"
With a sigh, the demon saint turned into a resentful woman and stared blankly at the vast and lonely spiritual sea.
...
As soon as Su Mo came out of the spiritual sea, he saw Huikong sitting in meditation outside, closing his eyes and chanting Buddha's name.
"Hey, Huikong, why are you outside? Why don't you come in?" Su Mo said in surprise as if nothing had happened.
Huikong opened his eyes, clasped his hands together, and shook his head gently, "Amitabha, maybe the scenery in this cave is so good, and the poor monk wants to see more..."
Su Mo nodded and said very naturally: "The scenery in this cave is indeed good and quiet. It is indeed suitable for you to meditate."
"That's true!" Huikong responded dully.
Su Mo smiled and walked to the stone table under the peach blossom tree and sat down. A few more peach blossoms fell on the stone table, and it swayed when the wind blew.
This is the scene throughout the entire cave.
Soft and expressive...
Huikong did not enter the Linghai Sea again. He walked to Su Mo and sat down. He looked at Su Mo's old face and sighed.
In the peach forest, Wu Qian, who was wearing a brocade skirt, came out, saw Su Mo, and stood there blankly.
Under the peach blossom tree, peach blossoms are floating. In the pink scenery, the white clothes are so peaceful and elegant.
But the feeling of twilight and decay in her body went straight to Wu Qian's heart.
Wu Qian looked at Su Mo blankly, then walked slowly behind Su Mo, raised her weak hands and placed them on Su Mo's shoulders, and kneaded them gently.
As smart as she was, she didn't ask too many questions, but there was something interesting in Su Mo's eyes behind his back.
"Young master has been in seclusion for a few days. Maybe he is a little tired."
"How about Qian'er go find some nourishing elixir, fairy grass..."
The soft words reached Su Mo's ears, and a warmth rose in Su Mo's heart, "Let the people below go."
Wu Qian nodded gently, "On top of the Cave Heaven Peach Mountain, Qian'er will pass the order as a place for the young master to cultivate. Only four senior sages can come up, so they will not disturb the young master's rest."
The implication of the words is that except for the Four Saints on the Cave Heaven Peach Mountain, no one will see Su Mo's old appearance anymore, and it will not worry the disciples of Fusheng Pass. Su Mo can rest assured to cultivate in Peach Mountain, and there is no need to hide all the time. .
Su Mo was stunned, smiled and nodded.
What he is afraid of is that people in Fusheng Pass will report his current state. He is very important to the entire Fusheng Pass.
Every joy or anger will touch the hearts of countless people, not to mention this look.
As long as the disciples of Momoyama can't see what he is like now, they will avoid a lot of trouble in Fushengguan.
Wu Qian said this, which means that she will make arrangements properly, and she will also explain to the Four Saints...
Although the Four Saints were just worried about Su Mo when they saw Su Mo's current state, this kind of worry would make Su Mo feel guilty because he didn't know how to explain it.
She knew everything, but she only kept it in her heart when in front of Su Mo.
"Where is Yueyue?" Su Mo looked around, but when he didn't see Xiao Yueyue, he immediately asked curiously.
Wu Qian pondered for a while, then pursed her lips toward Lin Zhong.
Su Mo unfolded his spiritual thoughts and soon found Xiao Yueyue...
I saw that Xiao Yueyue was drawing on the ground with her Cangsheng pen, saying in a childish voice, "You speak too fast, Yueyue can't hear you clearly."
"But it doesn't matter...Bi Bi can speak more slowly, Yueyue is willing to listen."
Cangsheng Brush looked like life was worse than death. Xiao Yueyue grabbed it in her hand and let her draw around...
Xiao Yueyue looked a little pitiful, looking at the quiet surroundings, and silently lowered her head.
"Although Yueyue doesn't like to talk, Yueyue likes to listen to people talk."
"Although Yueyue likes to listen to people talk, no one wants to talk to Yueyue..."
Although Cang Shengbi was full of despair, looking at Xiao Yueyue's pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
"How about... let me teach you how to curse. It would be fun!"
"Really?" Xiao Yueyue asked.
Cang Shengbi waved his hand with certainty, "Of course!"
"But Yueyue is afraid that she won't be able to learn..." Xiao Yueyue was a little frustrated again.
"It's okay, I'll teach you, learn from me...Grandpa Bixian's!"
"Pen......"
"It belongs to Grandpa Bixian!"
"Pen..."
"...Grandpa Xian's."
"Pen...pen...I'm sorry, Yueyue has a bad memory."
"...It's okay, this is considered a curse!"
Biquge
