In the imperial city, the king should be in the royal study in the approval of the case on many records, slightly relieved.
The emperor of the world is not as free and easy as the world seems, but very tiring.
Every day there were endless records and remonstrations of such trifles.
There are not only man-made disasters, but also natural disasters... The whole ninth world has become a country, and there are countless things in the world.
At the thought that this was the place where his children belonged, King Ying was tired but happy.
Ying Wang looked at the thick music in front of him, shook his head and stood up to stretch.
Out of the royal study, towards his own side room in the palace.
I don't know why, the palace is large, there are many maids and servants, but it still seems a little deserted.
As soon as King Ying returned to the side hall, he saw Princess Ying sitting alone on the desk, staring at the night outside the window without attention.
"Thinking of Mo 'er again?"
King Ying sighed, walked behind Princess Ying and smoothed her long, wind-swept hair.
Princess Ying turned to her husband, resting her head gently in the arms of King Ying, and nodded with longing in her mouth, "I don't know how Mo 'er is outside..."
"I wonder if he's eating well up there... Were you bullied... Is there suffering..."
At the thought of Su Mo outside may be lonely and helpless and crisis surrounded by helplessness, Princess Ying can not stop the eyes of the tears.
Ying Wang helplessly shook his head, with a hint of hope to open his mouth: "He is too much of a tie, the ninth world can not trap him."
"We can only be his backing, but not his chains..."
King Ying also looked out of the window at the dark sky and sighed, as if he wanted to see that handsome face among the twinkling stars.
"Mo 'er has a kind heart, but he is also resolute and intelligent... Born to know the art of Kings, we don't have to worry too much."
That being said, the anxiety in the eyes of the king is no weaker than that of the princess.
Just because Wang is a man, his feelings do not show his face.
Princess Ying shook her head and opened her mouth with a choked voice, "It is because Mo 'er is kind and kind that I am worried."
"His face is easy, but his heart is very firm..."
"When things happen, he never wants to talk to anyone. He just suffers silently."
"And now that he's out there alone, he has no one to talk to even if he wants to."
"You may see his smiling face all the time, but his heart is always sad."
Princess should be a maternal sensitivity, a lot of things only she can feel.
Their own children, their own clearing...
"The more this happens, the more I worry about..."
Ying Wang sighed and looked complicated.
A wisp of breeze blew into this part of the temple, gently brushed the cheeks of the two old men, with a missing meaning, lingering.
Princess Ying felt the breeze blowing through her cheeks, her whole body trembled violently, turned her head to look at the hall, looking around.
"Mo 'er, are you back?"
The hall was empty, only a few maids looked at each other in disbelief.
"Mo 'er?"
King Ying also seemed to feel this and searched the temple with doubts.
But there is nothing in the empty hall, and after wandering in the hall for a long time, it can not help but blow towards the distance...
...
Su Mo's consciousness is like a wisp of wind, blowing through Daoxuan Mountain, blowing through the imperial palace, and being blown into the academy.
The academy was empty.
Perhaps it has been deserted for a long time, but even grass has grown in the courtyard.
Tall grass with the blow of the wind, a swing, in the dark night sprinkled a drop of mist condensed into water drops.
The wind sighed and blew up the bookstore.
The library is empty, and all the books Su Mo has read have gone to...
Su Mo this wisp of consciousness seems to be looking for something, but it feels that everything is what he is looking for.
Still did not wait for Su Mo this wisp of consciousness to stay, and blew away towards the distance.
Along the way, it blew over a lot of places...
Blew through the small broken temple in the south of the river, blew through the withered grave of the Liu family, blew through the flat land in the west of the city, and blew through the riverside boat building.
Finally, Su Mo this wisp of consciousness came to a boat on the river.
...
The moonlight reflected in the river, was driven by the flowing river into broken light, in the bank of the willow branches between the ripples.
The boat stopped on the river, swaying under the wind and water, and the ink fragrance spilled out in the small painted boat.
I wonder how long the little painted pleasure-boat had been docked here, and the hull was covered with dust...
Su Mo this wisp of consciousness fell on the small painted boat, as if vaguely can still hear the laughter on board.
But when I looked more carefully, it was still a lonely boat.
No one, no words.
Su Mo this wisp of consciousness sighed and slowly sat on the rocking chair at the bow.
With the wind, a swing...
Not far from the streets of the imperial city, the dim candlelight, gathered into a warm sun, sprinkled on the streets.
It seems that every family has a happy event, and it is very complicated.
Laughter into the ears of Su Mo, Su Mo slowly laughed.
"Commonness has never been a yoke, but my foundation..."
"To transform God, why must he fade?"
"Can't common people become gods?"
"If the way of heaven traps me, I will go against the way of heaven!"
...
Ten thousand rays emerged in Su Mo's eyes, and the night sky in this remote town was dyed with rainbow, like an aurora illuminating the sky.
As if I felt the inverse meaning of Su Mo, clouds covered the sky for a moment, and the oppressive breath covered a side of heaven and earth.
Su Mo opened his eyes, the breath dispersed, as if nothing had changed, but as if everything had changed.
Du Pingsheng seems to feel the change of the mind of Su Mo out of the door of the bamboo house.
"Du Lao." Su Mo looked behind her.
"Figured it out?" Du Lao asked with a smile.
Su Mo nodded: "If you can't fade, you won't fade."
"I cannot wait for thousands of years to fade away like a sage. I can only force God with my vulgarity!"
Du Lao laughed, looking at the energetic Su Mo, "Think clearly? Go against the heavens, but the heavens will be destroyed..."
"Think it through! Su Mo nodded, "I want alchemy!"
Su Mo knew that he could not break the realm of God with Confucianism and Taoism alone, and he needed plants and trees and Dan Dao together.
Only if both paths are perfect, and both paths have a chance to break through the realm of transformation,
This is his unique advantage. His other flower power can make his grass path complete in a very short time.
Du Pingsheng looked up at the overcast clouds above the sky, gradually lowering the clouds, with a look of hope... Leer, since I can't make a double perch, let him make it.
He had understood Su Mo's idea, Su Mo wanted to impact God with two great perfections.
"Then refine it."
Du Pingsheng looked deeply to Su ink, and then turned back to the bamboo house.
Su Mo looked up at the sky, with a vast will in his face, slowly turned his head and walked into the bamboo house.
Ba-boom!
There was a sound of thunder, followed by a downpour...