The ghost lands are desolate and strewn with bones.
In a moment of silence, Ning Snow went to Su Mo's body, looking at Su Mo's golden dragon pattern on the Confucian clothes, slightly trance.
Su Mo, who is dressed in a dragon pattern Confucian dress, not only has the air of elegance, but also has the meaning of human emperor.
"You..." Ning Snow opened his mouth, but did not ask the exit.
"I am now the king of the ninth realm..." Su ink see ning snow doubts, slowly open the way.
A surname... Ning snow gazing at Su ink.
What the hell is going on out there? Why did Su Mo become a human emperor, and why did he enter the reincarnation mirror?
But she did not ask the export, she knew that if Su Mo wanted to say, he would say...
All she had to do was be there for him...
Su Mo sighed, there is no too much explanation, such as Ning snow go out with him, naturally understand.
"Let's get out..." Su Mo said.
Go out two words, let Ning snow some confusion, she does not know how to face the holy Pope after going out.
However, Su Mo is her husband, she will naturally follow Su Mo.
'How do we get out? Ning snow asked.
This glass is a sacred vessel, and if it won't let two people out, how can they get out?
Su Mo Wen Yan slowly shook his head, looked up at the void, and slowly opened his mouth:
"Come out..."
In an instant, with Su Mo's word fell...
All the surrounding scenery disappeared into a copper mirror slowly appearing in the two men.
This copper mirror with endless simplicity of the meaning, the mirror in a circle of lines flowing in the blue ink luster.
This mirror has no handle, it's just a mirror.
But it is like some endless primitive meaning, as if from the endless distant end.
The mirror is shining with light, with a strange sense of reincarnation, and the scenes circulating in the mirror are all Su Mo.
The Su Mo in the mirror stands on the streets of Beijing in the rain, in the palace of the imperial city, in the snow outside the realm of God, in the snow-covered town...
Each side shows Su Mo's sorrow...
"Is that what you want me to see?" Su Mo slowly opened the way.
The reincarnation mirror turned slightly, the gas of incense and fire of green ink lingering out, driving the mysterious breath like a song crying...
"You want to tell me that I have nothing to do with the sufferings of this world, and that I can live in another way.... Just like in this cycle..."
Ning Snow White look turned to look at Su ink, she saw su ink breath changed again.
The black and blue smoke from the reincarnation mirror climbed Su Mo's side face, caressed Su Mo's unbunched white hair...
A consciousness passed into Su Mo's heart, as if to say: there is no samsara in this world, and it can rebuild samsara for Su Mo...
It is not a sacred vessel at all, it is like a book of life and death...
... Is a taboo thing!
As long as Su Mo is willing, it can calculate this cycle for Su Mo, just like the world in the mirror... He has nothing to do with all the misery.
As long as you are in the cycle, everything in the cycle is true...
"How can it not be sad?" Su Mo sighed.
Without Su Mo, the dean's bureau would not have come so early, and would not have led people from the upper boundary to the lower boundary.
But the one who goes up will one day go down, then how can he stay alone...
The mirror only stops at the second opening of the Divine realm... If the calculation continues, the world will only become more bitter.
Reincarnation mirror seems to be conscious in general, looking at Su Mo...
But saw Su Mo with a sad smile: "Secondly, don't you find it... In this cycle..."
"... Without her."
"She comes from the end of the long river... Not in your reincarnation..."
Reincarnation mirror suddenly a tremor, flow dim.
This' she 'is a girl, there is no girl in the world... As if there had never been...
"This is cause and effect..."
Samsara Su Mo did not choose to cultivate the immortal, it will not meet the girl in the lower reaches of the long river, the girl will not come here to look for brother...
"This cycle is good, but not what I want..." Su Mo deep opening way.
He really wants to see the academy in this cycle, just from a distance to see...
But he didn't dare...
He was afraid that after one look, he would not give up and leave.
In the mirror of the reincarnation world, in addition to the real body of Ning snow, he dared not see any of the people related to him...
Those buried in the long river...
Cry and laugh, cry and laugh.
Win, win, win, win, win.
Reincarnation is chess, cause and effect is chess.
Life is chess, life is chess...
This chess with cause and effect, pull him to...
That day to the day Xuan and three questions, this time has the answer.
Who am I?
... 'I' is just 'me', nameless and nameless, nothingness and dust.
Where did I come from? Where are you going?
"I come from the cause, I turn back..."
Su Mo show a smile, with a firm and looking forward to the look, calmly looking at the reincarnation mirror.
"This life cycle, you let me understand a lot..."
Su Mo spoke slowly:
"Seek and not for the way, do not seek and get is for the fate..."
"Therefore, Master Hui Kong can see that I in samsara come from outside Samsara, and the causes and causes are..."
"So she's not in the mirror, Indol..."
Reincarnation mirror consciousness is ignorant, but can not understand what Su Mo is saying...
But it understood, Su Mo refused!
... The reincarnation in the mirror is true, but there is no one he asks for, there is no scene he wishes for.
The 'scenery' of the scene, though sad, can only be 'spoken' by him...
"Without her in the cycle, why reincarnation..."
"See us out..."
Reincarnation mirror dull suspended in the void, copper reflecting Su Mo's face appears calm...
Su Mo white dress elegant, quiet and detached.
Reincarnation mirror slowly fell into the hands of Su Mo, into an ordinary mirror, the force of reincarnation dispersed, reincarnation disappeared...
The man on the horse is drunk, and the wind blows not awake. Reflecting water Qu, Cui Wa Zhu eaves, weeping Yang, Jin Pavilion at first sight.
At that time had the problem of wall, spider silk cover, light ink moss halo green.
Read to come, the year like flow, wandering for a long time, sigh sorrowful thoughts ying...