Don't look up, the cold sun drips snow.

Don't look back, the breeze is cold.

The parting intention is poignant,

Mo Dao is, cold wine attacks people......

Under the high spring sun, the phantoms above the void gradually began to dim.

"I'm leaving......"

The remnant soul looked back and looked at Su Mo, who was thin in white clothes and as beautiful as jade.

"The cicada is poignant,

To the long pavilion late,

The showers stopped.

The tent of the capital is empty,

nostalgia,

Lan Zhou prompted.

Holding hands and looking at each other with teary eyes,

I was speechless and choked.

Thinking to go,

thousands of miles of smoke waves,

The twilight is heavy and the sky is wide......"

Su Mo opened his arms, wrapped his hands in front of him, and slowly spoke.

"Affectionate parting since ancient times,

Even more Nakan, snub the Qingqiu Festival!

Where do you wake up tonight?

The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

Over the years,

It should be a good day and a good time.

Even though there are a thousand kinds of customs, who can I talk to......"

Ning Baixue's eyes froze, this poem ......

The candidates present trembled when they heard Su Mo's words.

What kind of talent does the thin and upright man in the field, the man in white clothes?

Today's scenes can only make them unforgettable for life!

The emperor looked at Su Mo deeply, with endless anticipation in his eyes......

"Jingyan ......"

"Congratulations to all of you......" Su Mo saluted at the phantoms in the sky and bowed deeply.

These...... But they are all poor people in this cruel world of immortal cultivation.

What is seen, but what about what is not seen?

If there is a yellow spring in this world, then the yellow spring will be full of souls and wailing......

The injustice of the world makes the people in this world miserable.

Scold...... Cultivating Immortals......

Above the clear sky, a thousand souls stirred.

They heard Su Mo's farewell words to them, and they knew what Su Mo had done for them......

The thin figure, the man in white must have suffered a lot.

In this vast world, there are people who can be unfair to these ordinary people.....

The clear sky seemed to be much brighter than ever......

Dao Dao Phantom Shadow bowed down to Su Mo deeply above the void......

One day and one place, far away from each other......

Over the years,

It must be a good day......

In the woman's phantom gaze, it seemed that Su Mo was deeply engraved on the soul.

"I see you turn the world into a beautiful ......"

The little phantom looked at the three people on the field below reluctantly, and the little immature face was full of nostalgia.

"Daddy... Mother...... Goodbye......"

"Brother..."

"Goodbye ......"

The breeze is coming, and the shadows are scattered......

Leave in vain......

The phantom above the void dissipated, and on Su Mo's body, white light shone......

The white light was like a thread, weaving clothes on Su Mo's body in the air.

The threads transformed by the white light are extremely delicate, just like all the emotions and emotions that people leave in this world, and they must all be turned into a warm garment for Su Mo.

They see... Su Mo didn't have a robe on his body......

The white light disappeared, and a snow-white Confucian robe appeared on Su Mo's body......

This Confucian robe is tailor-made for Su Mo, the white Confucian robe is a gift to Su Mo for the thousands of dead souls to keep out the cold, and it is the kindness of the thousands of dead souls to give back to Su Mo.

Entangled with ghosts may not end well!

"That's ......," someone was dumbfounded.

“...... Divine Soul! "Someone has a complicated look.

"He has this Confucian robe with him, and from now on he will not invade the white evils......"

Someone recalled Su Modi's methods, "But I feel that he himself is an evil ......"

Su Mo in the field caressed the white clothes, and slowly felt affection on it.

The white clothes are fluttering, reflecting the sun......

"Confucian cultivators?" Ning Baixue, who was above the white crane, looked at the white Confucian clothes on Su Mo's body and said lightly. BIquGe.biz

The white-haired old man looked at the Confucian clothes on Su Mo's body, his eyes flashed, and he said to Su Mo below.

"I need a Confucian cultivator in my actions...... Originally, Liu Feng was also regarded as a Confucian cultivator. ”

"Since Liu Feng is dead, then you can go with us!"

The words of the white-haired god made everyone's faces change and become very ugly.

"What does the Holy Father mean by this?" King Ying's originally sad face instantly became very angry again, and the Saint King's spear was horizontal, stopping between Su Mo and Bai He.

Su Mo looked at King Ying who was blocking in front of him, and a burst of warmth flashed in his heart. Looking up at the two people on the ground above the white crane, a feeling in his heart told him.

Don't go with them!

Ning Baixue sighed and said calmly: "We have no malicious intentions, it's just that we need a Confucian cultivator for this trip!" In this world, there are too few Confucian cultivators...... I can promise to let you join my Holy Sect afterwards, and this is also a deal between me and the Liu family. ”

"What if I don't go?" Su Mo raised his head and asked.

Ning Baixue shook her head, "You...... Can't refuse! ”

Ying Wang said coldly: "Your Holy Sect still wants to forcibly take people away? ”

"We're going to take people away...... You're going to stop me? Ning Baixue's beautiful face looked at King Ying seriously.

There is persecution written under the white and flawless beautiful face.

"This Su Mo should not have too much to do with you, you want to stop me for him?"

King Ying turned his head and looked at the princess beside him, who was also his only wife.

looked at Su Mo's immature face again, turned his head and said in a low voice:

"Tong Tong... Call him brother ......"

He remembered those pictures in Su Mo's memories, that night... The thin black-clothed Su Mo and Tong Tong snuggled up to each other...... The two who were bent on going home......

"That's... He is Tong Tong's elder brother......"

"I... Son of King Ying! ”

King Ying turned his head to look at his beloved wife, the princess nodded, and looked at Su Modi, her eyes were full of softness.

The princess moved to King Ying's side, and in an instant, she grew up, and a cyan divine pattern appeared on her forehead.

"Sumeru Dao,

Blue Sky Discord ......"

As soon as the words fell, a magnificent aura awakened, and a surging and majestic cultivation was displayed on the princess.

Is that......

Avatar!

Everyone was dumbfounded......

"This princess turned out to be a god!"

The princess looked at her cultivation as a god, and her expression was gloomy......

If it weren't for the retreat, Tong Tong would not have had an accident......

What is the use of this body cultivation......

It's just that as soon as the princess turned into a god cultivator, the yellow rune paper above her head flashed, and a wave fell, and the princess's cultivation was instantly suppressed under the god.

Under the forbidden god order, there is no god!

The princess turned her head and looked at Su Modi, her eyes were extremely soft, as if she had found sustenance......

She saw a lot of things in Tong Tong's phantom gaze and her husband's statement.

"Good boy ......"

The princess looked up at the two people on the white crane and said lightly:

"Today, you will not take him away."

The white-haired god looked at the two Ying Wang and his wife who were blocking in front of Su Mo, and with a wave of his right hand, a piece of white paper appeared in the air. The white-haired old man looked angry, and said, "You want to be an enemy of the Holy Sect? ”

"Don't dare, I just don't want to lose another child!" King Ying spoke.

"Do you know what happens if you are an enemy of the Holy Father? What can you little China bear? The white-haired old man said coldly.

"We're happy to eat it!"

Su Mo on the side looked at the two people in front of him, and his heart was mixed.

The Holy Sect is high, and if he does not go with them, these people will not be able to bear the wrath of the Holy Sect.

At least, that's not something they should be able to bear......

And the actions of Ying Wang and his wife added two more colors to Su Mo's lonely heart.

There aren't many people he cares about, and there were only girls before...... Now two more!

"I'll go with you......"

Su Mo stepped out.

At this moment, the Void Spiritual Power fluctuated.

In the fluctuation of spiritual power, two figures strode out of the air......

1. Tsing Yi ......

1. Red-clothed ......

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