the next period of time.
Su Zimo was like a mortal, staying with Su Hong every day, chopping wood, making fire, cooking and chatting.
Su Hong's last journey, Su Zimo will accompany him.
Su Zimo talked about his experiences over the years.
Starting from that night more than 20 years ago, when I started practicing under this peach tree, I talked about Die Yue, talked about Xiao Ning, talked about Ji Yaoxue, talked about Piaomiao Peak...
Bit by bit, open your heart, tell it without any hiding.
Su Hong had never heard of these things before and was very surprised.
His mental state will also improve a lot when he hears excitement.
Of course, as time passed and the weather turned colder, Su Hong's health deteriorated and his waking hours became shorter and shorter.
The time of falling asleep is getting longer and longer.
He also said to Su Zimo half-jokingly: "Maybe one day, I will just sleep like this and never wake up."
Su Zimo felt bitter in his heart and just remained silent.
When Su Hong was awake, Su Zimo was reluctant to leave.
He knew that every moment the two of them spent together would be lost.
If you want to say something, say one sentence, but one less sentence.
Su Zimo would only leave when Su Hong fell asleep.
After leaving the mansion, Su Zimo would walk around Pingyang Town in an uncertain direction, occasionally stamping his feet and pondering for a long time.
He walked very slowly, as if he was taking a casual walk.
But if a discerning cultivator passes by, he will definitely notice that Su Zimo's fingertips always have a trace of aura spreading out, like a carving knife, carving something on the ground.
On the ground behind him, mysterious traces will appear, like the lines of something.
When the cold wind blows and dust passes by, these traces will be easily covered up.
When Su Hong wakes up, Su Zimo will return to the mansion and continue chatting with Su Hong.
He would not leave again until Su Hong fell asleep.
Day after day, every day.
Nothing seems to have changed.
However, Su Zimo could clearly feel that Su Hong's health was getting worse and worse, his life span was exhausted, and he had reached the point where he was exhausted!
On this day, after Su Hong fell asleep again, Su Zimo left the mansion and took out ancient flags from his storage bag, a total of forty-nine flags.
The flagpole is made of wood, but there is no trace of decay.
I don’t know what kind of animal skin the flag is made of, and it is carved with mysterious lines. It is extremely complicated. Just looking at it will make you feel dizzy, and it seems to be able to drag people’s minds into it!
Su Zimo walked through the air.
Everywhere I go, I will carefully identify them for a long time before throwing down a wooden flag.
When the wooden flag falls, it will sink directly into the ground, flash a strange light, and then disappear.
One stick, one stick.
By the time Su Zimo threw all the forty-nine wooden flags into the ground, he had already made a large circle around Pingyang Town, looking tired and sweating on his forehead.
It seemed like he was just throwing a flag casually, but it took a lot of energy out of him!
At this moment, Su Zimo's heart moved and he immediately turned back and returned to the mansion.
At this time, Su Hong had 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 the light.
Su Hong smiled slightly and said, "Zimo, warm up a pot of wine for me to warm myself up."
"good."
Su Zimo came to Su Hong, lit a fire in the stove and boiled the water.
In the boiling water, a pot of wine is scalding.
Su Hongdao: "Zimo, these days, what I hear you say about cultivating immortals is really strange, mysterious, magnificent, and fascinating. You want to establish Taoism and everyone is like a dragon. This is good, but I can also hear it. , establishing the Tao is simply more difficult than ascending to heaven."
"yes."
Su Zimo nodded.
If you want to establish a great path that is different from immortals, Buddhas, and demons, so that all living beings without spiritual roots can practice it, not to mention that Su Zimo is just a small golden elixir, even the ancient emperor cannot do it!
On this road, the future is slim and everything is unknown.
No one can help him.
From the moment he decided to establish his path, Su Zimo was destined to be lonely!
Of course, cattle and sheep mostly travel in groups, only ferocious beasts travel alone!
Su Hong said loudly: "You want to change the lives of the people in the world, how courageous this is! Zimo, no matter you succeed or not, big brother will be proud!"
Immediately afterwards, Su Hong's eyes felt a little lonely again, and he sighed slightly and said: "It's just a pity that eldest brother can't witness that moment. Also, you and Xiao Ning should be good to each other while I'm not here."
"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 wine pot was placed in the boiling water and a faint aroma began to emanate.
The wine has been boiled.
Su Zimo suppressed the grief in his heart, poured out a bowl of strong wine and handed it to Su Hong.
Su Hong took it and looked at the fragrant wine in the bowl, lost in thought.
Suddenly, in the clear water, a young man with bright clothes and angry horses seemed to be reflected, carrying a gun to fight, commanding the black armor cavalry, across the battlefield!
Scene after scene, they passed through the water.
A long time, a long time.
A crystal snowflake fell on the wine, quietly blooming, breaking the mirror-like water surface.
Snowing.
The first snow of early winter.
Late autumn has passed and early winter is coming, which seems to indicate something.
The scene just now has disappeared.
On the water surface in the bowl, only an old face remained.
Su Hong smiled casually, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp!
Taking a sip of this strong drink, it feels like I have drank it all for a lifetime!
“This wine tastes so good!”
Su Hong laughed loudly and passed away.
Su Zimo made a plop and knelt on the ground, looking at the old man in front of him. He couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.
This day has finally come.
Even though he had been prepared, when Su Hong actually left, Su Zimo still felt the piercing pain in his heart and was filled with sadness.
The deeper we sink into the worldly bond, the harder it is to cut off the worldly bond.
The deeper it sinks, the more painful this knife will be!
It's getting dark.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier.
Su Zimo knelt in front of Su Hong, motionless and looking blank.
Although he is a cultivator.
Although he is an eternal monster.
Although he is the second person in history to build a foundation in the extreme realm.
But he still couldn't save his loved ones!
It snowed heavily.
The weather is getting colder.
But Su Zimo's heart seemed to be burning with a ball of flame, pouring out nowhere!
I don’t know how long it took, but from the south of the Canglang Mountains, there were faint sounds of people shouting and horses neighing. As time went by, it became clearer.
The iron hooves rumble, getting closer and closer!
Others may not notice it, but Su Zimo hears it clearly!
Whoosh whoosh!
Among this noisy sound, there is also the sound of the spirit boat hurtling through the sky.
In the distance, dust is flying!
Su Zimo's expression was cold, and he stood up, his eyes bursting with murderous intent. He rose into the air and galloped towards the Canglang Mountains!