The flat river reflected the night sky,
It is difficult for a mayfly to ascend to the sky.
River stream tide sea view fairy pavilion,
Confucianism, Taoism and common people do not transform God...
Su Moku sat in front of the bamboo building and looked up at the sky. The twinkling stars of that day seemed to sing of these four kinds of human despair on the way.
Su Mo's wisdom, think of the strange said the cost of God, and think of the strange lonely one.
The price of the Confucian and Taoist conversion of God is imminent, and the price of the eccentric conversion of God is his entire family.
For a strange man's life is bound by his family...
In contrast, it took hundreds of years for Confucianism to sanctify God to fade successfully, which made Su Mo's mind already determined the cost of Confucianism and Taoism.
Confucian sage is not waiting for his fetters to grow old one by one, but can only watch his fetters grow old one by one.
Before the scholars sanctify the God, how many fetters can there be?
And what about his bond with Sumo? He Su Mo fetters and bearing the cause and effect too heavy.
As the weirdo would say, the price... Su Mo can't afford...
Su Mo transformed God, like mayfly ascending to heaven. Not difficult, but hopeless.
"Make God, make God."
Su Mo shook her head and stood up, facing the wind with a calm look.
In fact, Su Mo can also not transform God. In addition to his cultivation, he has the body of a Protoss.
This God is not the other God, the monastic god is a fairy god that has faded from the earth.
The Protoss are the chosen ones, the favorites of heaven and earth...
One is cultivation, the other is blood.
If you do not transform God and concentrate on letting the protoss body grow, it may not be impossible to rise above heaven and earth.
Unfortunately, Su Mo is only a young god, the life of the gods is long, the growth of nature is extremely slow, Su Mo can not afford to wait.
If he cultivates the spirit body, Su Mo does not need to cultivate at all. Take the Nether beast back outside the boundaries, find a star to sleep on. Perhaps tens of thousands of years later, Sumo will be an adult Protoss.
Can the nine days and ten lands at that time still be the nine days and ten lands that Su Mo knew?
Will what Sumo is after still be there then?
There is a little girl waiting for Su Mo in the lower reaches of the long river. There are still many teachers waiting for him in nine days and ten places. There are millions of people watching him in the ninth realm.
"You're carrying too much..." Du Pingsheng sighed and shook his head as he sat among the bamboo towers.
Du Pingsheng's look revealed a trace of regret, like some self-blame in general shook his head.
"Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do for you other than alchemy."
In an instant, Du Pingsheng seems to be much older, with a little vicissitudes of life...
A cool wind blowing, blowing into the heart of Su Mo, a ripple.
Suddenly, Su Mo body of the ninth world of national forces like involuntarily moved.
Su Mo closed her eyes, and a sense of nothingness separated from Su Mo's divine thoughts, galloped toward heaven and earth, and merged into the nothingness.
Under all the earth... But this from the ninth world of the national forces, I do not know why can still have a touch of contact with Su Mo.
Su Mo in this consciousness trance, under the traction of the power of national transport, back to the ninth realm.
...
On Daoxuan Mountain, a hundred things are waiting to be done.
Dao Hua stood in the pavilion of Dao Xuanshan Mountain, looking at the two teachers and teachers who abandoned each other, helpless shook his head.
One thinks the other is too impatient, one thinks the other is too leisurely.
And Tao birch under the two kind teachings, not impatient nor leisurely, directly put rotten.
"What is an immortal?" Tao Hua skimmed his mouth, "Happy is my pursuit!"
"I am the brother of the ninth world emperor, and when my brother comes back, give me a seat of the easy Prince to sit on it..."
Su Mo this wisp of consciousness, under the traction of the power of national transport came to the Daoxuan mountain on the back of the hill.
Suddenly found the way birch repair for do not know when has gone over Dan, to the yuan baby.
It's just nothingness. They can't see him.
A wisp of breeze blowing, with Su Mo's thoughts swinging up the leaves...
Dao Hua shuddered, as if he felt something, fiercely looked up into the void, and muttered to himself:
"Sumo?"
This wisp of consciousness of Su Mo is like a gust of wind, and before it has time to say anything, it blows away to the distance...
...
Mozong mountain gate, a quiet with a trace of restless breath.
In a side hall, Cheng An An crossed his knees with his eyes closed, but the breath was confused, and the color of endless pain was above his face.
And into an An is anxious and helpless in front of the magic Zongzong Chenghongye, Chenghongye looked into an an breath more and more riot, the face flashed a little chagrin color.
"How's it going?"
An elderly old woman, trembling came to the side hall, saw a look into an An painful look, turned to look into Hongye.
"There is something wrong with her inheritance power, she is too anxious to promote cultivation, but the cultivation is not enough to be passed down, and she is still struggling..." Cheng Hongye worried stared into An An, open to the old grandfather.
The emperor frowned and sighed, shaking his head slightly.
"Why is she in such a hurry? Didn't you say a long time ago that you wouldn't touch that inheritance until the Yuan baby?"
Cheng Hongye smiled and shook his head... What else could it be.
If she did not want to go outside the boundary to find the young man, how could she be so desperate?
It's just that the world is locked down, and even if she does, how does she get out?
"The silly boy..." Lao Zu shook his head and sighed, "We can only pray that she gets through this by herself, we can't help her."
Cheng An An continues to want to open the power of inheritance, and the more anxious she is to integrate this power of inheritance, the more intense the backlash of inheritance.
Cheng An An's face looks painful, all kinds of Guanghua chaos.
Your breath is getting messy and you're about to crash...
Suddenly, a wisp of breeze blew into the side hall, blowing on Cheng An An's cheek, raising Cheng An An's three thousand dark hair...
This wisp of breeze brushed his face like a spring of soft water, easily into an An's various chaos spread, messy into rivers, guiding the power of inheritance into an An's Tao.
Cheng An An gave a shudder, slowly opened her soft eyes, felt the breeze blowing across her face, and opened her mouth: "Su Mo..."
This breeze did not stay, instead blowing out of the side hall, towards the distance.
Cheng An An's eyes flashed crystal, like a river of spring water, show a smile.
"Wait for me..."