In the winter of the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, it rained in Chang'an, Tang Guo.

This rain began to rain for three days after the Master ascended to the sky, and now it has begun to be as fine as a hair, as if it will stop for the next moment.

The sky above his head became more lofty, the sun seemed to become bigger and more real, and the stars were bright and disillusioned, and the night sky was one more thing that looked like a jade plate.

At first, the world was a little flustered, but then found that the jade plate was simply hanging in the sky, and there was nothing bad, or natural and man-made disasters occurred, and it also added a touch of color to the night since ancient times, so more people became more and more accustomed to the jade plate above their heads.

Obviously, the vibrations of ordinary people in the world cannot be compared with those cultivators who are far away from the world, because because they stand higher and see farther, so their feelings are naturally even stronger.

After sighing, the viewer of the Xiling Divine Kingdom disappeared, but the strong men in the back mountain who had been injured by the master or Ke Haoran began to move.

It's just that these have little to do with Su Yu in Chang'an, or they don't care too much.

Since the master ascended to the sky that day, after Haotian was shattered, the cold qi in Sang Sang's body slowly melted, and then began to disappear without a trace.

At this time, Su Yu may not have any other worries, just waiting for Sang Sang's cultivation.

As Sang Sang, who was regarded as a doppelganger by Haotian, her talent is to penetrate the ancient and modern millennia, and it is also incomparable, whether it is the Buddhist scriptures that have been taught by Master Qishan, or the Haotian magic that Wei Guangming once taught, she can learn it after watching it a few times.

If other people's practice may be a meandering stream, with ups and downs, or a shallow waterfall, then Sangsang's practice is a sunny avenue that is unobstructed.

Her cultivation time is shorter than that of countless people, but her cultivation is stronger than that of countless people.

Even stronger than Su Yu.

Before, he was only the fifth realm's fate, but after the master ascended to the sky and shattered Haotian, Sang Sang also got some benefits, and his cultivation directly broke through the sixth layer of the apocalypse, and the speed of cultivation was fundamentally inexplicable.

However, the existence of Sangsang itself is unreasonable.

"Your sister's talent is really enviable."

In the small pavilion of Yanming Lake, Mo Shanshan sat quietly on the stone bench and looked at the practice of divine arts by the lake, and Sang Sang, who was surrounded by white divine radiance, said with some surprise.

At this time, Sang Sang was practicing the Haotian Divine Technique inherited from the Xiling Temple, and a soft and warm breath stretched out from his thin body, flowing along the smooth surface of the lake in all directions.

Whether it is the purity or the abundance of breath in it, there are people who are stunned.

Su Yu has long been used to it, but Mo Shanshan is not.

"Her physique is like this, and there is nothing to envy."

Su Yu smiled and said, at this time, Sangsang was in the sixth layer of the Apocalypse Realm, and above the Apocalypse of the Daomen, there was also the Tranquility Realm, as well as the Feather Transformation Realm, so that in the end, the master reached the highest realm in the world.

After the master incarnates into the moon, there may be no one in the world who can reach such a state, but Sang Sang is not in this category, her ontological will is the Haotian who controls the countless years and months in the world, and it is only a matter of time before she reaches the master's realm, or a higher realm.

The hazy winter rain swayed in from outside the pavilion with wisps of chill, and the quiet pavilion became very quiet, and the two of them occasionally chatted about some trivial matters, or were quiet for a while, looking at the almost no drizzle outside the pavilion.

It's just that as the winter rain falls, the topic has gradually become more profound.

"The teacher is urging me to return to the Great River Country, I'm afraid it will be a few days later."

Mo Shanshan's voice was sandwiched in the continuous winter rain, and it was unusually clear, she looked at the familiar face on the other side, and felt that there were some things to start talking about from now on.

Su Yu didn't say anything, he felt that Mo Shanshan seemed to have something to say.

Mo Shanshan didn't speak immediately, his sparse and long eyelashes moved, looking at the Vermilion Imperial City that had stood in the rain line for endless years, and looking at the verdant and jade Yanming Mountain, his voice became as calm and soft as the floating lake water in Yanming Lake, but it was full of some power.

"But I think there is something to say, I like the spring and March of the Tang Kingdom, I like the red walls and white snow of Chang'an, I like the winter smoke and rain and the geese singing in the quiet lake,"

"Also, I like you."

In a word, everything is quiet.

I don't know when the drizzle in the sky stopped, and the snow began to drift out under the clouds.

In the blink of an eye, Chang'an began to transform into a white world.

Su Yu's eyes were still looking at Sangsang by the lake, and when he heard the girl's murmur as if he was emotional, he thought that he had just come to the Tang Kingdom, and when he saw Chang'an, the first snow of this winter was a sudden sigh of rebirth.

At this time, when he suddenly heard such a sentence, his eyes suddenly turned his head in amazement.

The eyes of the girl talisman in front of her were very bright, even if they were covered by that layer of crystal chips, they were still as bright as crystals washed in the drizzle, like a pool of lake water, with unprecedented calm and concentration.

Su Yu thought of the girl who had been sloppy and indifferent in the wasteland, the resolute past in the Demon Sect's mountain gate, and the trip to Chang'an.

If you don't have something in your heart, there will be something thousands of miles with you.

If it weren't for that, I'm afraid I wouldn't be worried in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, and in Washan, I would look back and stand by his side in the world.

How can such a serious and focused woman not make people excited.

Su Yu's heart beat a little faster, but the majestic power in his body couldn't control the emotions in his heart at all, his eyes swept over the quiet face, and then looked at the calm lake behind him to hide his emotions.

He suddenly became very entangled, as if he had just entered the Dou Po World and was thinking about how to return to the original world.

Although he may be standing at the top of this world at this time, he is still just a passerby in this world, when the time comes, what should be left will still remain, and what he can't take away will still not be taken away, promising that this kind of thing will become ethereal and discreditless.

One of the three idiots in the world is the well-known Shujing Xianzhen, and after getting along, he learned that the character of this young girl talisman is as stubborn as grass, and it is very clean.

In the face of such a girl, deception or any lie is a kind of harm.

Su Yu doesn't think he's a good person, but he doesn't want to be a bad person either.

At this time, his eyes were fixed on the lake that was still flowing slowly, but he did not remember how to answer for a moment.