Renegade Immortal

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The autumn wind accompanied Wang Lin's voice. In this courtyard, it seems that he doesn't want to leave and keeps wandering around. The story of the Suzaku Star boy has a hint of sadness in its twists and turns, which blends with the autumn mood and makes it even more intense.

Qingyi's eyes had shed countless tears as he listened silently. Wang Ping lowered his head when he was halfway through listening, unable to see his expression clearly...

"After that, he took his children and settled here in Ran Yunxing..." After Wang Lin finished telling his story, he picked up the wine bottle, took a big sip, looked at the sky, and said no more.

Qingyi stared blankly at the father and son in front of her, feeling an indescribable emotion in her heart. Subconsciously, she held Wang Ping's hand, but she immediately noticed it. Wang Ping's hands were ice-cold.

The courtyard was extremely quiet. For a long time, Wang Ping's hoarse voice whispered: "The story is very beautiful, Dad, I'm tired." Wang Ping stood up and walked to the side room deep in the courtyard. Qingyi saluted Wang Lin and followed Go up.

In the entire courtyard, Wang Lin was the only one left, sitting there silently, staring blankly into the distance.

The coldness of the autumn wind becomes more intense at night, blowing around and lifting some fallen leaves and flying them far away.

I don’t know how long it took, Wang Lin sighed, lowered his head, picked up the wine bottle and put it to his mouth, only to find that the wine was gone...

That night, Wang Ping had no sleep.

He sat in the room, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with pain in his eyes. Qingyi sat next to him. Holding his hand, he didn't say anything, just keeping company silently.

"So...this is the answer...the answer I have been waiting for for more than sixty years..." The pain in Wang Ping's eyes became even stronger.

"It turns out that I am a resentful baby who was refined by my mother..." Wang Ping lowered his head, with deep bitterness and melancholy on his face.

Early the next morning, Wang Ping left, and Qingyi followed him all the time.

From the beginning to the end, he never said a word to his father again. Even if he left, it was in the early morning, silently sitting on the carriage and disappearing far away in Qishui City.

He didn't notice that at the moment of leaving, a gaze silently watched the carriage go away. There was vicissitudes of life in this gaze...

Wang Lin walked out of the room, sat quietly in the yard, looked at the white clouds in the sky, and murmured: "Maybe. You will figure it out one day..."

Wang Ping sat in the carriage,

He didn't know where he was going, he just looked ahead blankly. He felt very tired, as if there was nothing in this world at this moment that would make him think about taking a look.

"Qingyi, I'm so tired. Let's find a peaceful mountain village where we can live..." Wang Ping said softly.

Qingyi nodded, tenderness in his eyes.

In an ordinary border mountain village, Wang Ping and Qing Yi settled down and lived an ordinary life. They were already quite old, and the years of their lives often flashed through Wang Ping's eyes.

His life consisted of nineteen ordinary years, eight years of mountains and rivers, twenty-five years of battles, and ten years of being supreme in the mortal world. Although it was short, its splendor was far beyond what ordinary people could experience.

However, in the end, he returned to the original point and returned to ordinary. Get up early every morning. Carving with a wooden block in the yard, there is warmth in the ordinary. Whenever this happens, Qingyi will sit next to him, with gentleness in his eyes, looking at the carving knife in his hand, carving one knife after another...

"My father once said that when carving, you must carve it with your heart. Only in this way can everything in your memory be put on the carving knife and integrated into the wood carving." Wang Ping took the wood carving in his hand and blew gently on it. Sawdust flew up.

Putting the wooden sculpture on the ground, Wang Ping showed a trace of nostalgia in his eyes and said softly: "This is my father when he was young."

The one carved on the wood carving is Wang Lin. The young Wang Lin has a sharp look in his eyes, looking at the sky and the earth with his hands behind his back. A sense of pride arose leisurely.

Time flies, another ten years.

The vicissitudes of time cannot wash away the traces of reincarnation, and life and death cannot escape the path of heaven.

Ten years, to a mortal, is long with a hint of shortness. This feels a bit contradictory, but it is a true portrayal of every mortal's heart.

For Wang Lin, ten years is a short period of time. With a hint of eternity.

His hair was gray and very long, and it seemed that it had not been combed for a long time. His appearance also became older. When he closed his eyes, he seemed to have entered reincarnation.

In the past ten years, Wang Lin's understanding of the way of heaven has become clearer and more profound despite his ordinary life. He did not do all this intentionally, but he understood it naturally and unintentionally.

Just like most of the trees in the yard have died, they cannot escape reincarnation, but not long after they die, new life appears.

In the artistic conception of the reincarnation of life and death, changes in life are everywhere. However, before, Wang Lin would not feel anything even if he saw it. Now, what he saw in his eyes was full of life.

The flowers in the corner fall off every year, but they also bloom every year.

The clouds in the sky dissipate day by day, but they also condense again day by day. Just like in this world, there are people who die and people who live. There always seems to be a balance.

If it is said to be cause and effect, it is also contained in it.

In a large house in the palace, only Wang Lin lives. The neighbors seem to have been used to this for a long time. On weekdays, many children come here to play. At first, they were afraid of Wang Lin, but the world has long However, these children discovered that this old man was not scary at all.

Gradually, this big house in the palace became a place for children to play. Seeing these children every day, Wang Lin's heart felt peaceful.

Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. What he should do has been done and what should be said has been said. Whether he can finally figure it out depends on Wang Ping himself.

Wang Lin believes that the children he has raised and raised have a mind as big as heaven, and can overcome all the things and obstacles in this world!

In the past ten years, Wang Ping has become even older. He has reached the twilight of his life, but he has never put down the sculpture in his hand.

"Father is right. It's better to live a plain life. If I could choose, if there was an afterlife, I hope that I could live an ordinary life with my father in a small mountain village isolated from the world..." Wang Ping said softly.

Beside him, Qing Yi looked at Wang Ping quietly and said softly: "Since you have figured it out, why don't you go meet his old man."

Wang Ping put down the statue of his father in his hand. This statue was engraved with Wang Lin from ten years ago, sitting at the dinner table and gently saying "Let's eat."

"Qingyi, you don't understand..." The wisdom in Wang Ping's eyes became stronger as he grew older.

"In my heart, in addition to my mother's question, there is another question that I dare not ask... I have a feeling that maybe this question is the real reason why my father does not let me practice Taoism..." Wang Ping's eyes showed There was a hint of sadness, this sadness was so similar to Wang Lin's. He had already seen some clues, but he didn't dare to verify it.

"Qingyi, I can feel that I have reached the end of my life. I'm afraid I don't have much time left. You are a monk and you have lived longer than me. After I die, you will send me to my father.

As for you, you are free, but no matter how long it takes, don’t forget that there is such a reincarnation in your life that belongs to me! "Wang Ping's voice was calm, but there was a hint of determination.

Qingyi trembled and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Ping.

"I have suffered so much for you these years. As a monk, I can definitely change my appearance. In order to prevent me from feeling lonely, you gradually made yourself grow old with me. I, Wang Ping, will never forget this feeling. If there is an afterlife, I will never forget you!"

Tears flowed from Qingyi's eyes. Her cultivation was promoted to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage by Wang Lin back then. Twenty years ago, she accompanied Wang Pingzhong to comprehend the way of heaven and gain artistic conception. Her artistic conception became It is a feeling of no regrets.

"Huang Quan will also accompany you!" Qingyi said softly: "Cultivation is like floating dust in my eyes... I don't want to be a heartless immortal, I just want to be a sentimental person..."

Wang Ping looked at Qing Yi blankly, sighed, and said softly: "Why is this necessary..."

At this moment, in the starry sky, a bolt of lightning roared away, passing through the devastated nebula. If you look carefully at this lightning, you can find that inside it is a huge ferocious beast. This beast looks like a unicorn, but it has no horns. The whole body is flashing with lightning, it is a thunder beast!

Sitting on the back of the thunder beast was a middle-aged scribe. This man had advanced cultivation and didn't mind the thunder beast's lightning wandering outside his body.

The lightning speed was extremely fast, heading towards the Luotian Northern Territory.

His target is extremely clear, it is Ran Yunxing from the Luotian North Territory!

Seventy years ago, an accident occurred in Qianhuan Star here. The ancestor of the Huan family who entered the second step of cultivation died, and a suspected messenger from the Thunder Immortal Palace appeared. This incident, as it spread, gradually caused the Thunder Immortal Palace to of attention.

According to the investigation, it seemed that the person suspected of being from Lei Xian Palace had not left Ran Yunxing, so he was sent to investigate.

The middle-aged man's cultivation has surpassed the first step of cultivation, but now he has reached the realm of Yinxu. He sat on the thunder beast and stepped into the Luotian North Territory. He went straight to Ran Yunxing without stopping.

"There are still people who dare to pretend to be the messenger of the Thunder Immortal Palace. This kind of thing has not happened for a long time!" A sneer appeared on the middle-aged man's face. As the messenger of the Thunder Immortal Palace, he has great power. In addition to the entire Luotian Star Territory, Except for a few ancient cultivator families, almost no one dared to provoke the Thunder Immortal Palace.

"Let me, Lei Daozi, the real messenger of the Thunder Immortal Palace, have a good meeting with this person. Don't think that just because I can use a few thunder magical powers, I can pretend to be a real person from the Thunder Immortal Palace. What I have is the Thunder Beast!" Lei Daozi put his right hand on the Thunder Beast's head and patted it gently.

The thunder beast seemed to feel the pride of its master. It raised its head and roared, and the sound of thunder echoed in the starry sky. It was getting closer and closer to Ran Yunxing...