Renegade Immortal

But it's not much. Although the catastrophe many years ago made Ran Yunxing's spiritual energy no longer strong, it is still slightly better than that of Suzaku Star, who has passed away.

In the famous mountains on Ran Yunxing, you can always see a father and son. They climb the mountains and stand on the top to look at the sky and the earth.

Look at the changes in the sky and the earth, and look at the scenes of clouds intertwining. The earth seemed to be shrunk countless times in their eyes, making it seem like they could see the end at a glance.

Especially at that peak, the huge wind was howling. Wang Ping stood facing the wind to the west, looking at the sky and the earth, his soul seemed to be purified and constantly sublimated.

As he climbed up the mountain peaks, his thin body gradually gained strength. In his eyes, everything about his father was great, such as the twenty years of peace, and the challenge to the world at this moment.

After crossing one peak after another, Wang Ping's mind was so broad that he seemed to have forgotten everything and wandered between heaven and earth. Although he was only accompanied by his father, this mountain, this water, this Heaven, this earth, but it seems that I can feel the martial arts. The holy king created the holy king. The night-killing god, the divine seal throne, asks for the devil, the most powerful and abandoned in the ninth heaven. The Royal Family of the Young and Great Zhou Dynasty uses martial arts to move the world and will kill the god and seal the throne of God at night. Asking for the throne of the God and God's Seal, the most powerful one in the Nine Heavens. , accompanying it outside its body.

There is no loneliness, there is only the release of the soul! No matter how dangerous the mountain, no matter how dangerous the mountain is, it can't stop the footsteps of his father and son. No matter how tall the mountain is, they can't cross it at their feet.

Although Wang Ping's body is a mortal, his soul has been sublimated and reached a high level through repeated cultivation.

From the mountains, experience life, from the leaps and bounds, solidify your mind, from looking into the sky and the earth again and again, feel the martial arts, the holy kings, the creation of the holy kings, the night killings, the divine seals, the thrones, the demons, the proudest of the nine heavens, the strongest abandoned young master, the great Zhou royal generals Seek the throne of the God of Night Kill, the most powerful abandoned young man in the Nine Heavens, the most powerful and abandoned young man of the Great Zhou royal family. The powerful general of the world, the Night Kill God, seek the throne of the Divine Seal of the Night Kill God. The most powerful person in the ninth level of the demon world abandoned the majesty of the Zhou royal family. However, he never stopped and never surrendered to this majesty. Instead, he relied on climbing again and again to inherit the mysterious meaning in Wang Lin's heart to the best of his ability.

Wang Lin did not teach Wang Ping the art of Taoism, but in his own way, he gave Wang Ping an infinite impact on his soul.

When he is thirsty, he drinks water from the mountain spring. When he is hungry, he eats fruit from the beast. When he is tired, he sits on the ground. When he is sleepy, he lies down on the earth and uses the sky as his quilt.

three years,

In the past three years, Wang Ping's respect for his father has grown even stronger. In his eyes, his father is the tallest person in the world.

After conquering the mountain, the next step is the river! In a land full of rivers, the figure of the father and son would appear from time to time, looking at the majestic river and listening to the roar that seemed to defy the heavens.

A lonely boat carries Wang Ping's vision and gradually sublimating soul, constantly moving forward and challenging in the river and under the waves.

This large river that surrounds most of Ran Yunxing has left traces of Wang Lin and his son everywhere. The sound of laughter often comes from Wang Ping's mouth. Accompanying this laughter is Wang Lin's cheerfulness. laughter.

This kind of laughter is rare in Wang Lin. It can even be said that it is extremely rare. His laughter seemed to be contagious, making Wang Ping even happier. It seems that as long as his father is by his side in this world, everything is enough for him! "Father, Ping'er will stay by your side throughout his life. Even if he dies, if there is reincarnation in the next life, even if we are no longer father and son, I will never forget you!" Wang Ping's voice sounded in the river. , cut the iron firmly! This lonely boat sailed far away in the river, traveled most of Ran Yunxing, and headed for the entrance of the sea. The trip to the land was over, but the voyage of the sea had just begun. On the sea, a sea ship was riding the wind and waves. The sea wind was blowing, and Wang The flat world expands infinitely.

Island after island, wave after wave, he saw sky thunder bombarding the sea surface, bringing bursts of lightning to swim away, saw a huge whale that was as big as a village, and even saw a mirage.

The vastness of the sea stretched far beyond the land. Wang Ping's eyes became brighter and brighter. He felt that the tolerance of the sea was like his father's mind and its infinite stature.

Integrating the infinity of the sea, the sharpness of the mountains, and the extension of the river, you can feel the force of the universe, the Holy King, the creation of the Holy King, the Night Killing God, the Divine Seal Throne, the demon-proud Nine Heavens, the strongest abandonment, the Great Zhou Royal Family, the Night Killing God, Seal the throne, ask for the devil, proud of the world, the ninth level of heaven, the strongest abandoned young man, the great Zhou royal family, martial arts, will kill the god at night, seal the throne of the devil, proud of the world, the ninth level of heaven, the strongest, abandoned young man, great Zhou royal family, create the god, night killing god, seal the throne, seek for the devil, proud of the world, the ninth level of heaven The strongest abandonment of the Zhou royal family destroyed the majesty of heaven and earth. Five years later, when Wang Lin and his son set foot on this land again, Wang Ping had already been sublimated like a reborn person.

Although he is still a mortal, his soul can hold the world! When they returned, the last mountain they jumped over was Qilian Peak next to Luoyue Village! The childishness of twenty-seven-year-old Wang Ping has long since been wiped away from his face, replaced by a resolute look. Over the past eight years, his appearance has gradually driven away that trace of eccentricity. All that's left is his unparalleled handsomeness.

On his handsome face with sharp edges, there is a smile as bright as the sun.

Looking at Wang Ping in front of him, Wang Lin smiled. After thinking about it for a long time in the past eight years, he came up with a way to completely drive away the resentment in Wang Ping's soul.

Liu Mei's elixir and Wang Lin's magical power can only dispel most of the resentment. However, the resentment is too deep and has been integrated into the soul. It is deeply rooted. Twenty years of peace have gradually eased the resentment. Coupled with this Gas, only a trace of Qing Gap 1 is left.

This trace cannot be removed by any spell or elixir. It can only be erased in reincarnation.

Under the Qilian Peak, Wang Lin looked at the mountain village in the distance and said softly: "Why don't you go and have a look?"

Beside him, Wang Ping shook his head and said, "I'm not going."

Wang Lin didn't say anything more, but stepped towards the mountain. Wang Ping followed, catching up with his father, and smiled: "Father, I remember hearing someone say when I was a child that there is fairy mist on the Qilian Peak, and one breath of it can last ten years." If I wasn’t sick, I would be thinking about when my father would be able to bring me here.”

Wang Lin smiled and glanced at Wang Ping kindly.

Gradually, the father and son climbed to the top of the tall Qilian Mountains. On the top of the mountain, countless clouds floated, as if they were walking on clouds and mist.

Wang Ping took a deep breath and looked at his father. In his opinion, although the Qilian Mountain was majestic, it could not compare with his father. Although the Qilian Mountain was tall, it could not be as high as his father's back! In the distance of the clouds, there was a slight darkness, with bursts of lightning moving around, and occasional rumbles of thunder. This power of heaven and earth caught Wang Guque's gaze.

After a while, as the thunder gradually became louder, a wet wind blew, and the rain slowly fell on the ground. As the clouds spread, the rain gradually became heavier.

On the ground, maybe because it hasn't rained for a long time, there were clouds of dust kicked up. But before it floated too high, it was drenched by the rapid rain and blended into the raindrops. Returning to Dajie 1 again was like defying the heavens. The cultivators originally wanted to ascend to heaven, but under the power of heaven that turned into raindrops, they had no choice but to fall down. In this narrow rain, how much dust can really rise to the sky... r A thunderstorm roared past, but the father and son on the mountain looked at the sky and the earth calmly. This rain seemed to be The lower world is overwhelming, but it doesn't fall on me at all.

There was no sound except for the thunder and the swishing rain.

The thunderstorm came and went just as quickly. After a while, the clouds dissipated, and a colorful rainbow appeared in front of the father and son, as if hanging in the sky.

The beauty of the rainbow is dazzling and colorful. The seven colors seem to contain the way of heaven when viewed at such a close distance.

But at this moment, the tranquility was disturbed by a roaring sound. Far away in the sky and earth, a sword light roared away, turning into thunder and rumbling, as if it was about to shatter the rainbow. Penetrate through it.

In the light of the sword, stood a middle-aged man. This man had an immortal demeanor and was filled with immortal energy. A green flying sword at his feet emitted bursts of cold light.

As he whizzed past, he caught sight of Wang Lin and his son at the top of Qilian Peak, and let out a light sigh.

It is absolutely extraordinary for a mortal to climb here, and he must have great perseverance. The man's eyes showed admiration, but he did not stop. Instead, he jumped over the mountain and ran straight into the distance.

Wang Ping stared blankly as the middle-aged man disappeared into the horizon. This was the first time in his life. Seeing such a scene, the shock in his heart was like a roaring wave that never calmed down for a long time.

"Father, is this... an immortal?" Wang Ping murmured.

Wang Lin sighed and said slowly: "Yes."

Wang Ping calmed down. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at his father, with a bright light in his eyes. He said softly: "Father, can't you really let me practice Taoism?" Wang Lin's eyes fell into the distance and gradually dissipated. On the rainbow, deep in his eyes, there was a hint of sadness again, he didn't speak, he just shook his head.

Wang Ping did not say any more, but stared blankly at the place in the distance where the middle-aged monk disappeared.

After descending from Qilian Peak, Wang Ping remained calm all the way, walking on the official road until he arrived at a nearby town and got on the carriage to the big city. Wang Ping still didn't say a word.

Except for the driver who was driving the carriage, there were only Wang Lin and his son on the carriage. Wang Lin's eyes looked out along the carriage window. In his eyes, the color of sadness became stronger, and there was also a hint of unspeakable bitterness.

There was silence in the carriage. After a long time, Wang Ping lowered his head and said softly: "Father, I want to practice Taoism..." This was the second time that he mentioned cultivating Taoism.

The first time was ten years ago, when he was seventeen years old.

Wang Lin did not look back, still looking out the window, and said calmly: "You are not suitable for practicing Taoism!"

"Father, why?" Wang Ping looked at his father's silhouette and asked unwillingly.

Wang Lin turned his head, just like he did ten years ago, without speaking, he just looked at Wang Ping calmly and quietly.

The sound of the wheels hitting the ground slowly came from outside the carriage, bringing the passage of time. Finally, Wang Ping lowered his head and said softly: "I understand, father."