Chapter 620 Farewell with Warm Wine

the next period of time.

Su Zimo is like a mortal who stays by Su Hong's side every day, chopping wood to make a fire, cooking and chatting.

Su Zimo will accompany him to finish the last part of Su Hong's journey.

Su Zimo talked about his own experiences over the years.

More than 20 years ago, that night, I started to practice under this peach tree, talking about Dieyue, talking about Xiaoning, talking about Ji Yaoxue, and talking about Misty Peak...

Bit by bit, open up your heart, do not hide it, and tell the story.

Su Hong had never heard of these things, and was very surprised.

When he heard the excitement, his mental state would also be much better.

Of course, as time passed and the weather turned colder, Su Hong's health deteriorated, and the time to wake up was getting shorter and shorter.

The sleep time is getting longer and longer.

He also said to Su Zimo half-jokingly, "Maybe one day, I'll just fall asleep like this, and I won't wake up."

Su Zimo's heart was bitter, but he remained silent.

When Su Hong was sober, Su Zimo was reluctant to leave.

He knew that the time the two spent together, after a minute, lost a minute.

If you want to say something, say one sentence, and one less sentence.

Su Zimo will only leave when Su Hong falls asleep.

After leaving the mansion, Su Zimo would walk around in Pingyang Town with uncertain directions, occasionally pausing and pondering for a long time.

He walked extremely slowly, as if he were taking a casual walk.

But if a cultivator with good eyesight passes by, he will notice that Su Zimo's fingertips always spread a trace of spiritual energy, like a carving knife, carving something on the ground.

On the ground behind him, mysterious traces will appear, like the lines of something.

As soon as the cold wind blows, the dust swept over, which will easily cover up these traces.

Upon realizing that Su Hong woke up, Su Zimo would return to the mansion and continue chatting with Su Hong.

He will not leave again until Su Hong falls asleep.

Day after day, every day.

Nothing seems to have changed.

However, Su Zimo can clearly feel that Su Hong's body is getting worse and worse, his lifespan is exhausted, and he has reached the point where he runs out of oil and burns out!

On this day, after Su Hong fell asleep again, Su Zimo left the mansion and took out an ancient flag from the storage bag, a total of forty-nine flags.

The flagpole is made of wood, but there is no sign of decay.

I don't know what kind of animal skins the flag is made of, and there are mysterious lines engraved on it. It is extremely complicated. Just looking at it, I feel dizzy, and it seems to be able to drag people's minds into it!

Su Zimo walked in the air.

Every time I go, I will carefully distinguish it for a long time before throwing down a wooden flag.

When the wooden flag falls, it will directly sink into the ground, flashing a strange light, and then disappear.

one, one.

By the time Su Zimo threw all the forty-nine wooden flags into the ground, he had already turned around Pingyang Town in a big circle, looking tired and sweating on his forehead.

It seems that it is just a simple throwing of the flag, but it consumes a lot of his mind!

At this moment, Su Zimo's heart moved, and he immediately turned back to the mansion.

At this time, Su Hong had already woken up.

Today, Su Hong's condition seems to be much better.

But Su Zimo felt a pain in his heart.

He knew very well that this was the state of returning to light.

Su Hong smiled slightly and said, "Zimo, warm me up with a pot of bar to warm up my body."

"it is good."

Su Zimo came to Su Hong, lit a fire in the stove, and boiled the water.

In boiling water, a jug of wine is scalded.

Su Hongdao: "Zimo, these days, listening to you talk about the matter of cultivating immortals is really mysterious, magnificent, and fascinating. You want to establish a Tao, everyone is like a dragon, this is very good, but I can also hear it. , The matter of establishing the Tao is simply more difficult than ascending to the sky."

"yes."

Su Zimo nodded.

If you want to establish a road, different from immortals, Buddhas, and demons, so that all beings without spiritual roots can practice, not to mention Su Zimo is just a small golden pill, even the ancient emperors can't do it!

On this road, the future is bleak and everything is unknown.

No one can help him.

Su Zimo is doomed to be alone from the moment he decides to stand up!

Of course, most cattle and sheep are in groups, and only beasts can walk alone!

Su Hong said loudly, "What a courage to change your life for the people of the world! Zimo, whether you succeed or not, eldest brother will be proud!"

Immediately afterwards, Su Hong looked a little lonely again, sighed slightly, and said, "It's just a pity that eldest brother can't witness that moment. Also, I'm not here, you and Xiao Ning should be well."

"Big brother..." Su Zimo suddenly felt sore in his nose and choked up.

Su Hong waved his hand, pointed to the small stove next to him, and said, "Pour me a bowl of wine."

The jug was placed in boiling water and began to emit a faint aroma.

The wine is hot.

Su Zimo suppressed the grief in his heart, poured out a bowl of spirits, and handed it to Su Hong.

Su Hong took it and looked at the fragrant wine in the bowl, dazed.

In a trance, in the clear water, a young man with fresh clothes and angry horses and high spirits seems to be reflected, carrying a gun to fight, commanding a black armored iron cavalry, across the battlefield!

Scene by scene, it just passed through the water.

Long time, long time.

A crystal-clear snowflake fell on the wine, quietly blooming, breaking the mirror-like water surface.

Snowing.

The first snow of early winter.

The late autumn has passed and the early winter is coming, which seems to herald something.

The scenes just now have disappeared.

On the surface of the water in the bowl, only an old face remained.

Su Hong smiled casually, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one go!

Drinking this sip of spirits is like drinking your whole life!

"Good wine!"

Su Hong laughed loudly and passed away.

With a plop, Su Zimo knelt on the ground and looked at the old man in front of him, unable to hold back any longer, tears welling up.

This day has finally come.

Even though he had been prepared, when Su Hong really left, Su Zimo still felt the piercing pain in his heart, and his grief came from it.

The deeper you sink into the karma, the harder it is to cut off the karma.

The deeper it sinks, the more painful it will be when this knife cuts down!

It was getting dark.

Snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Su Zimo knelt in front of Su Hong, motionless and blank.

Although he is a cultivator.

Although he is an eternal evildoer.

Although he is the second person to build a foundation in the extreme realm throughout the ages.

But he still can't save his loved ones!

It snowed heavily.

The weather is getting colder.

But Su Zimo's heart seemed to be burning with a flame, pouring out of nowhere!

I don't know how long it took, from the south of the Canglang Mountains, there was a faint sound of people neighing, and as time went by, it became clearer.

The iron hoof is rumbling, getting closer and closer!

Others may not notice it, but Su Zimo can hear it clearly!

Whoosh whoosh!

Amid this din, there was also the sound of the spirit boat galloping through the air.

In the distance, the dust is flying!

Su Zimo's expression was icy cold, he stood up, his eyes burst out with monstrous killing intent, and he rose into the air and galloped towards the Canglang Mountain Range!