Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 620: Warm Wine Farewell, Snowy Night

The next period.

Su Zimo is just like a mortal, staying with Su Hong every day, chopping firewood, cooking and chatting.

Su Hong's last leg, Su Zimo will accompany him.

Su Zimo talked about his experience over the years.

Twenty years ago, that night, I started practicing under this peach tree. When it comes to Butterfly Moon, when it comes to Xiao Ning, when it comes to Ji Yaoxue, when it comes to Jifeng ...

Little by little, open heart, without concealment, whispered.

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

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

Of course, as time passed and the weather became colder, Su Hong's body became worse and worse, and his sober time became shorter and shorter.

Instead, the duration of lethargy grew longer.

He also half-jokingly told Su Zimo: "Maybe one day, I just slept like this and never woke up."

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

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

He knew that the time they spent together was one point less than one point.

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

Only when Su Hong was lethargic did Su Zimo leave.

After leaving the mansion, Su Zimo would move around Pingyang Town, the direction was uncertain, occasionally he paused, and groaned for a long time.

He walked very slowly, as if he were walking casually.

But if a visionary practitioner passes by, he will notice that Su Zimo's fingertips always spread a hint of aura, like a carving knife, depicting something on the ground.

On the ground behind it, there will be mysterious traces, like lines of something.

When the cold wind blows and the dust passes, these traces will be easily covered up.

When Su Hong wakes up, Su Zimo will return to the mansion and continue to chat 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 can clearly feel that Su Hong's body is getting worse and worse, Shou Yuan is exhausted, and he has reached the point where the oil is exhausted!

On this day, after Su Hong slept again, Su Zimo left the mansion and found out the ancient flags from the storage bag, forty-nine.

The flagpole was made of wood without any trace of decay.

The flag surface is made of animal skins. It has a mysterious pattern on it, which is extremely complicated. If you look at it casually, you will feel dizzy and seem to be able to drag people's hearts into it!

Su Zimo walked in the air.

Everywhere I went, I discriminated carefully for a long time before I left a wooden flag.

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

One, one.

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

It seems that he simply throws the flag at his will, but it consumes his mind very much!

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

At this point, Su Hong had woke 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 and said, "Zimo, give me a pot of warmth and warm my body."

"it is good."

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

Boil a jug of wine in boiling water.

Su Hongdao: "Zi Mo, these days, listening to you about the cultivation of immortals, it is really strange and magnificent, magnificent and fascinating. You want to stand up, everyone is like a dragon, this is good, but I can also hear it It's harder to stand up than to climb the sky. "

"Yes."

Su Zimo nodded.

If you want to build a avenue, it is different from immortals, buddhas, and demons, so that all beings without spiritual roots can practice, let alone Su Zimo is just a little golden dandelion, even the ancient emperor cannot do it!

On this avenue, the future is slim and everything is unknown.

No one can help him.

From the moment he decided to stand up, Su Zimo was destined to be lonely!

Of course, cattle and sheep are mostly in groups, and only beasts are lonely!

Su Hong cried loudly: "What kind of courage to want to change the lives of the world! Zimo, no matter if you succeed or not, Big Brother will be proud!"

Immediately afterwards, Su Hong's eyes were a little lonely, and she sighed slightly, saying, "It's just a pity that Brother can't witness that moment. And, I'm not here, you and Xiao Ning must be good."

"Brother ..." Su Zimo suddenly felt sore in his nose and choked with words.

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 exude a faint aroma.

The wine is hot.

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

Su Hong took it, and looked at the scented wine in the bowl, stunned.

Between the puppets, in the clear water, it seemed as if a fresh-haired angry horse and a spirited young man reflected in the battle with a gun, commanding a black armored iron ride, and crossing the battlefield!

Scene by scene, across the water.

For a long time, for a long time.

A crystal snowflake fell in the wine and quietly bloomed, breaking the mirror-like water surface.

Snowing.

The first snow in early winter.

Late autumn has passed, and the beginning of winter seems to herald something.

The scene of the genius has disappeared.

The surface of the bowl of water left only an old face.

Su Hong smiled, took the glass and drank it!

Drinking this sip of liquor is like drinking a lifetime!

"This wine is so fragrant!"

Su Hong laughed and died.

Su Zimo plopped on his knees and looked at the old man in front of him.

After all, that day is here.

Even though he was ready, when Su Hong really left, Su Zimo still felt the pain in the heart, and sadness came from it.

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

The deeper it gets, the more painful this knife will be!

It was getting dark.

Snow is getting worse.

Su Zimo knelt in front of Su Hong, motionless, his expression blank.

Although he is a cultivator.

Although he is an eternal evil.

Although he is from ancient to modern times, he is the second person to build the foundation.

But he still couldn't save his loved ones!

It was snowing.

The weather is getting colder.

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

I don't know how long, the south of the Canglang Mountain, a faint noise came from people, as time passed, it became clearer.

The iron hoof is getting closer and closer!

Others may not notice it, but Su Zimo hears it clearly!

Huh!

In this hustle and bustle, there was the sound of the spirit boat breaking through the air.

In the distance, the dust is flying!

Su Zimo's face was cold and he stood up, his eyes filled with horrific killing, and the whole man rose into the sky, galloping towards the Canglang Mountains!

(End of this chapter)