At the end of life, the last thing everyone wants to do will be a little different.

Some people will have a strong attachment to life, and at the last moment, they still think about whether they can seize a glimmer of life and try their best to survive; some people will look back on their life at this time, look down on all the joys and regrets, and then close their eyes peacefully; and some people may just want to see the person they want to see again, and finally explain some things in their hearts that they can't let go.

When Su Bai was about to come to the end of his life, his choice was to take care of himself meticulously, and then stay alone, writing something at the end of his life, which may be the last thing he can stay.

Mo He's eyes looked at Su Bai at this moment, and saw him sitting in the courtyard, changing his official robe, putting on a scribe's robe, carefully dressing himself, and was waving a pen there.

This dress is a dress that Su Bai has basically not changed much over the years, wearing such a dress, Su Bai's whole person naturally exudes a kind of bearing.

He held the pen and wrote very fast, Mo He noticed that what Su Bai wrote was one letter after another, looking at the content of the letters, these were all for different people.

The students of the Hundred Schools of Thought are very fast when they want to write things, so even if Su Bai wants to write letters to many people now, it doesn't take too much time.

When Mo He looked at Su Bai, he had already written a part, Mo He didn't know who Su Bai was writing to at the beginning, but looking at what he was writing now, this was a letter to his direct descendants.

The recipient of this letter should not be very old, so most of the content in it is persuasion, not simply persuading the other party to learn, but persuading the other party to learn to learn, to do learning flexibly, not to be limited to books and teachers, to know how to think and summarize by themselves.

After that, Su Bai also gave it to the older juniors, telling them that they should live in harmony with each other and manage each other together, so that their lives can be taken care of.

Give yourself some subordinates, tell them to do things for the dynasty, contribute to the human race, need to judge the situation, and the affairs decided by the dynasty must be done, but how to do things, then you must pay attention to methods, know how to adapt measures to local conditions, and adapt measures to conditions, rather than doing it in a daze.

For some friends who are close to him, the letter points out some hidden worries they may face in the future, tells them how to solve them, and wishes them a better life in the future.

There is also the emperor Xia Lian, standing in the perspective of a courtier, he analyzed what hidden dangers are still in today's dynasty, as well as the problems that need to be dealt with as soon as possible, and he himself thinks that the next decree of the dynasty needs to focus on the direction of a little more, which can be regarded as the final contribution to the dynasty for the life of the official.

After writing these contents, Su Bai's speed of writing letters slowed down, because he finally had to write letters to people who were very close to him, and these letters did not need to use the secret techniques of the Hundred Schools of Thought, so he chose to write them one by one.

First of all, they are for their children, they are not young, some are now officials in the imperial dynasty, some are doing scholarship in the hundred schools, and some are contributing to the family, each has its own affairs, and each has its own family.

At their age, Su Bai, who is a father, doesn't need to worry about them, but just explained it in the letter, so that they can move around each other more in the future, and don't forget to visit their mother in their spare time.

After writing these letters, Su Bai began to write to his wife, in his life, he finally married such a wife, which can be regarded as the beginning and the end, and his life is also very happy.

When writing this letter, Su Bai obviously had a smile on his face, and a flash of remembrance flashed in his eyes from time to time.

For such a long time, the person who spent the most time by his side was his pillow person, this young lady of the family who was the right person with him, after marrying him as his wife, it was really his virtuous help, which made him resist a little from the beginning, and then fell in love with this woman from the bottom of his heart and stayed with her for a lifetime.

In Su Bai's letter to her, he couldn't help but write down many ordinary and beautiful memories between the two, recording the scenes that left in his memory and touched him.

There is her silent companionship when he is worried about governance in Xingzhou, there is the gentleness when she teaches her husband and children after the two have children, and she waits with a smile every time he goes out.

The scenes made Su Bai write dozens of pieces of paper, but he was still a little unfinished.

Finally, when Su Bai stopped the pen in his hand, he exhaled slowly, and put aside the letter he had written to his wife.

Then he began to write on the blank letter again, and this time the object of the letter was Mo He's friend.

Seeing this all the time, Mo He, who was far away in the fairy clouds, couldn't help but move slightly, and he also wanted to know what to write in the letter that his friend would write to him next.

Holding the pen, Su Bai thought for a moment before writing a sentence on the paper.

"Life in the world, confidants are hard to find, I met Brother Mo in the last season, met when I was young, intersected for several years, Brother Mo is very helpful to me, I remember it in my heart!"

"Although the paths taken are different, but when we meet, we always talk about each other, nothing can be said, this life is over, but the relationship with Brother Mo has not ended, and there should be more goodbye days in the future, so the words of affection will not be given to Brother Mo. ”

"Speaking of this, I don't go into details, I think about it and use Brother Mo's magical means, you may know what I am writing at the moment, so I don't say much, I don't have to laugh!"

Su Bai wrote a letter to Mo He, and in the end he only wrote such a few sentences, and looking at the beginning of the letter, in fact, Su Bai still wanted to write a lot of things, but when he was halfway through writing, he seemed to realize that with Mo He's current cultivation, maybe he was looking at himself at the moment, so as soon as he turned his pen, he only wrote these few sentences, and wrote his thoughts in the letter.

When Mo He saw this, he in the Xianyuntian dojo also had a smile on his face.

really let Su Bai guess correctly, he was looking at Su Bai at the moment, and he also saw the letter written by the other party.

Stopping the pen, Su Bai waved his palm slightly, and the letters that had been written were shrouded in a white light, and then all the letters were wrapped in envelopes, and the names of everyone who received the information were written on them.

Looking at these letters, Su Bai picked up all these letters, then stood up and walked to the study, and after making the desk, he put the pile of letters on the desk, and he took out a book from the bookshelf behind him and flipped through it in his hand.

At first, he seemed to be watching with relish, but it didn't take long for Su Bai to seem a little sleepy, so he closed the book casually, and then sat directly behind the desk, tilted his head back, and slowly closed his eyes.

After his eyes closed, his breathing began to get weaker and weaker, and eventually he was completely out of breath.

Mo He's gaze in the fairy cloud sky was directly withdrawn when he saw this, and his few friends Su Bai and Shou Yuan came to an end when they came here, which made him feel a little emotional.

After retracting his gaze, Mo He didn't have the heart to cultivate, so he stared blankly at the sea of clouds below and stood there for a while.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed, and the letter that Su Bai wrote at the end was still delivered to Mo He.

The Jin Hou Su clan still has some strength above the heavenly dome, although it is not very strong, but they can still do this by sending a letter to Mo He's hands, and through this opportunity, they can also shorten the distance with Mo He, after all, this is a new powerhouse.

Holding the last letter written by Su Bai, Mo He opened the envelope, took out a thin piece of paper inside, looked at what he already knew, was silent for a moment, and then disappeared in place.

The family tomb of the Jin Hou Su clan, the figure of Mo He appeared here, and it was not discovered by anyone, and the means arranged in the cemetery could not stop the arrival of Mo He at all.

The last time I met Su Bai, Su Bai said to Mo He that he didn't want Mo He's friend to come to give him incense, so when Su Bai was buried, Mo He didn't come, but now, Mo He came.

The cemetery of the Jin Hou Su family, the arrangement of those graves is according to generation, so among them, Mohe immediately found Su Bai's grave.

Reaching out and gently stroking Su Bai's tombstone, Mo He knew that Su Bai's soul was not here, but waiting to be sealed in other places, and lying in this tomb was his body that would eventually decay.

Su Bai's new tomb is very exquisitely built, because in his life, he also has some fame in the court, so that the name of the Jin Hou Su clan has also been praised by the world, as a meritorious human race, and will eventually be crowned a god Jin Hou Su disciple, Su Bai will be able to get no less courtesy whether in life or after death.

Mo He looked at this tomb, there was not much sadness in his heart, just standing here, he also recalled a lot of past events, from the first time the two met, to slowly getting acquainted with each other, and then to the relationship became very good, helping each other, those things seemed to have passed for a long time, but in fact, the time was not so long.

Thinking about these past events, Mo He withdrew his palm, and suddenly had a bad taste, and whispered to Su Bai's grave.

"I did see it when you wrote!"

His words formed a small forbidden law, and when Su Bai became a god, one day when he came here, this small forbidden law would be triggered, so that Su Bai could hear this sentence.