Do not look up, cold sun drops snow.
Don't look back, fine wind cold dress.
Parting is a sad sight,
Don't say yes, cold wine attack people...
Under the high spring sun, the shadows above the void gradually began to fade.
"Gotta go..."
Looking back, the ghost looked down at the white dress thin, elegant as jade Su Mo.
"The cicadas are so cold,
To the long pavilion late,
The shower began to break.
All the doors are empty,
The place of nostalgia,
Lanzhou prompt.
Holding hands and looking through tears,
Speechless.
Read it over and over,
A thousand miles of smoke,
The clouds are heavy and the sky is wide..."
Su Mo spread her arms, hugged her hands in front of her, bowed, and opened her mouth slowly.
"Love always hurts to leave,
More that kan, cold Qing autumn festival!
Where do you wake up tonight?
The willows bank, the light wind and the waning moon.
Over the years,
It's supposed to be a good time.
Even if you have a thousand kinds of customs, to whom even more say..."
Ning Snow eyes a stagnation, this word...
Candidates on the scene heard the word Su Mo a shudder.
What kind of talent does that thin and upright man in the field, that man in white clothes have?
Today's scenes can only make them unforgettable!
The emperor looked deeply at Su Mo, endless expectations in his eyes...
Gyeong-eon...
"Congratulations to all..." Su Mo bowed to the shadows in the sky and bowed his body deeply.
These... But the poor souls of this cruel world of immortals.
What's seen, but what about the invisible?
If there is a yellow spring in this world, it must be full of souls, wailing everywhere...
The injustice of the world, let the people in this world live like a sad sigh.
Oh... Cultivating the immortal...
In the clear sky, a thousand souls are stirring.
They heard Sumo's farewell words to them, and they knew what Sumo had done for them...
That thin figure, that man in white must have suffered a lot.
In this vast world, someone can be unjust for their common humanity.....
The clear sky seemed brighter than ever...
Way virtual shadow on the void above Su Mo deep bow down the body...
Day by day, far away from...
Over the years,
It must be a good time...
In the eyes of the woman's shadow, she seemed to engrave Sumo deeply in her mind.
"I'll see you make the world a clear place..."
The small shadow reluctantly looked at the three people below the field, the small young face is full of nostalgia.
"Daddy... My mother... Goodbye..."
"Brother..."
"Goodbye..."
Thin wind slowly come, virtual shadow are scattered...
Leave a sad...
The shadows above the void dissipated, and white light shone on Sumo...
The white light was like a thread, weaving clothes across Su Mo's body.
The white light weaving thread is very delicate, like all the emotions that people stay in this world, to turn these all into a cold clothes for Su Mo.
They see... Su Mo has no clothes...
The white light disappeared, Su Mo appeared a snow-white Confucian clothes...
This Confucian clothes is tailored for Su Mo, the white Confucian clothes, is for the thousands of souls sent to Su Mo to keep out the cold, is the thousands of souls back to Su Mo to give the kindness.
Entangling with ghosts does not necessarily lead to a good death!
"That's...." Some people were dumbfounded.
"... Ecstasies!" Someone has a complicated look.
"He has this Confucian clothes, from now on will not invade the white evil..."
Someone recalled the Sumedi method, "but I feel that he himself is evil..."
Field Su ink stroked white clothes, it is full of feelings.
White clothes fluttering, reflecting the sun shining...
"Confucian cultivation?" White crane on the Ning Snow White look to Su Mo body of the white Confucian clothes, light words.
The old man looked at the Confucian clothes on Su Mo, his eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth to Su Mo below.
"We need a scholar in our conduct here... Originally Liu Feng was considered a Confucian scholar."
"Since Liufeng is dead, then you will come with us!"
God's words made everyone's face change and become very ugly.
"What does the Holy Father mean?" Should the king of the original sad face instant became very angry, the holy king gun a horizontal, stopped between Su ink and white crane.
Su ink looked at the king in front of himself, the heart flashed a warm. Looking up at the two men on the ground above the crane, a feeling in his heart told him.
Do not go with them!
Ning Bai Xue sighed and said calmly: "We have no malicious intent, but we need a Confucian cultivation for this trip!" In this world, Confucianism and cultivation are too few... I can promise you to join my Holy Father afterwards, and that is my deal with the Yoo family."
"And if I don't go?" Su Mo looked up and asked.
Ning Bai Xue shook her head, "You... I can't refuse!"
King Ying Han said, "Are you still taking people away by force?"
"We're taking people... Are you going to stop me?" Ning snow that beautiful face seriously looked at the king.
Beneath that flawless white face was written a message of persecution.
"This Sumo should not be too deeply involved in you, you want to stop me for him?"
King Ying turned around and looked at the princess beside him, who was also his only wife.
Looking at Su Mo's young face again, he turned around and said in a low voice:
"Tong Tong... Call him brother..."
He remembered the images in Sumo's memory, that night... Thin black Su Mo and Tong tong rely on each other... The two who are determined to go home...
"That... He is Tong Tong's brother..."
"I... Son of the king!"
Should the king looked back to his wife, the princess nodded, looking at Su Mo in the eyes full of soft.
The princess moved to the side of the king, and in an instant, her long hair was raised, and a blue god stripe appeared on her forehead.
"Xumi Road,
The blue sky is disorderly..."
In a word, a magnificent breath awakens, and a surging repair is shown on the princess.
That's...
Deify!
Everyone was dumbfounded...
"This princess is a god of transformation!"
The princess looked at her transformation into God's repair, dark...
If God had not closed himself off, the child would not have had an accident...
What is the purpose of this body training...
Just as the princess transformed God to just show, the yellow letter paper above the head flashed, a wave fell, and the princess was suppressed under the transformation God for an instant.
Forbidden God orders, no God!
The princess turned around and looked at Su Mo's eyes soft and incomparable, as if she had found the general...
She saw a lot of things in the shadow of the child's eyes and her husband's statement.
"Good boy..."
The princess looked up at the two people on the crane and said faintly:
"You cannot take him away today."
White-haired God looked at the Wang couple before Su ink, a wave of his right hand, a piece of white paper appeared in the air. The old man with white hair looked angry and said, "You want to make enemies with the Holy Father?"
"No, I just don't want to lose another child!" Ying Wang opened his mouth.
"Do you know what happens when you make enemies with the Holy Father? Can your little China bear it?" White-haired God old man cold said.
"We enjoyed it!"
One side of Su Mo, looked at the two people in front of the block, the heart mixed.
The Holy Father is high, and if he does not go with them, these people cannot bear the wrath of the Holy Father.
At least, that's not what they deserve...
And should Wang and his wife's move, in Su Mo that lonely heart and added two colors.
He cares about not many people, only the girl... Now there are two more!
"I'll come with you..."
Su Mo stepped out.
Just then, there was a wave of emptiness.
In the wave of spiritual power, stride across the space and out of two figures...
A green coat...
A red coat...