Immortal Renegade

Chapter 676 Famous Zhen Luotian Unloads Armor
Time flies, the years pass, spring and winter come, and another five years have passed.

This year's winter came very early, and before winter began, a heavy snow fell on the ground, freezing some dead leaves still on the branches. When the snow wind blew, the dead leaves and snowflakes fell to the ground together. .

Just like the life of a human being, even though he is reluctant to give up, even though he is unwilling to go back, when the snow wind blows, he has to go with the wind.

In the past five years, three old people died in the village, and three new lives were born.

It's like reincarnation, turning around without people noticing.

Sun Tai, the older he gets, his house is right next to Wang Lin's house. The house is not big, but it is shrouded in twilight, just like a mortal who knows the destiny. He doesn't like to be in the room all day, but Sitting in the yard, looking at the sky, accompany yourself with the splendor in your memory.

Wang Ping, ten years old, but compared to the children of the same age in the village, Wang Ping looks like seven or eight years old, very thin, but his small face is no longer as pale as five years ago, but slightly color.

The ten-year-old Wang Ping was very handsome. The residents of the village liked this well-behaved and beautiful child very much. Among his playmates, many little girls were full of love for the boy from the carpenter's family in the village. good feeling.

The heavy snow in the early morning made the coldness a little thicker. Sun Tai sat peacefully in the yard, wearing a thick leather jacket, looking up at the sky with reminiscence in his eyes.

Beside him, Wang Ping was also wearing a thick cotton coat, staring at the sky in a daze.

"Ping'er, why didn't you go to accompany your father, but came to the old man's place?" Sun Tai's eyes showed kindness, and he looked down at Wang Ping. He really liked this child.If it wasn't for Wang Lin saying that he would not let this child practice Taoism, he really wanted to teach him all his life.

"If you don't go back, Aunt Zhang is here again." Wang Ping pouted and said dissatisfiedly.

Sun Tai smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "You kid, don't worry, your father won't agree."

"Not necessarily, Grandpa Sun, take a look. In the past three years, Aunt Zhang has been here a few times, I can count them, twelve times in total! Twelve times, most of the sisters and aunts in this village, no matter what. Did you see my father?" Wang Ping frowned and said with his fingers crossed.

Sun Tai laughed dumbly, looked outside the yard, and said with a smile, "Don't worry about your father's affairs, look at the second girl from the Zhou family outside, it seems that he is coming to you."

Wang Ping was startled, looked up and looked out of the yard, only to see a little girl of seven or eight years old on the snow, with a small red face, gradually approaching.

"Brother Wang, are you there?" A girl's crisp voice came from outside the yard.

Wang Ping frowned and said loudly, "I'm not here, you can go!" He simply walked out of the yard without looking at the girl with water vapor in his eyes, and ran to his house.

Seeing this, Sun Tai couldn't help laughing, and the kindness in his eyes was even stronger.

At this moment, Wang Lin, unlike Sun Tai, frowned, looking at a young woman who was constantly talking in front of him, and smiled wryly.

In the past five years, Wang Lin has become a little old, just like Huafan in the past. In order not to shock the world, his appearance gradually no longer looks young, but is in the middle of the year.

Xu is the vicissitudes of life in his eyes, so that although he is middle-aged, he has a strange temperament that permeates the air.

"Brother Wang, you can see that Ping'er is ten years old. This child has a hard life and has no mother by his side. You have to think about it not for yourself, but also for the child. The daughter of the Zhao family at the entrance of the village is a big girl of yellow flowers. What are you dissatisfied with?" The young woman looked at Wang Lin and said bitterly.

The wry smile on Wang Lin's face deepened, and he said helplessly, "This matter...let's forget it."

"Oh, Wang family brother, why are you so troubled? I know that you are infatuated with Ping'er's mother, so you have never remarried, but these days are going to get by. You said that you have been here for ten years, and you just came here. At that time, I brought a baby with me, and my mother...well...I haven't married yet, but now you see, my baby is eight years old." The young woman did not give up and continued.

At this moment, Wang Ping pushed the door ruthlessly and walked in, glared at the young woman, and sat on the side without speaking.

Seeing that the young woman was going to say more, Wang Ping said loudly, "Father, I'm hungry!"

Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This matter, let it go."

The young woman sighed, shook her head and said, "Forget it, if you don't want to, you can't force it. But brother Wang, if you like it, remember to tell me." After speaking, she turned to look at Wang. Ping glanced at him and reached out to touch Wang Ping's head.

Wang Ping snorted softly and ducked back.

The young woman smiled and said, "This child has a lot of temper, learn from your father. Your father's temper was one of the best in our village at that time. Otherwise, why would so many big girls come to the door?" She said, turning around leave.

After the young woman left, Wang Ping said, "Father, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Lin smiled slightly and said, "Don't think about it, child, your Aunt Zhang is also kind. Come and take medicine."

Wang Ping opened his eyes wide, looked at his father, and pouted: "But she wants to find a stepmother for Ping'er, and Erhuzi's father in the village found a stepmother for Erhuzi, but Erhuzi finds a stepmother for Erhuzi every day. I can’t even get enough to eat, and I’m always being disciplined.”

Wang Lin laughed dumbly, touched Wang Ping's head, and smiled: "Okay, I promise you, I won't find a stepmother for you, okay, take medicine."

Wang Ping happily picked up the bowl and drank the medicinal soup in one gulp. This time, he didn't feel bitter, but felt a little sweet. This sweetness came from his heart and his attachment to his father.

"Father, with Ping'er by your side, you will not be alone. When Ping'er grows up, I will serve you until you are old." Wang Ping put down the bowl and looked at Wang Lin seriously.

Wang Lin smiled, patted Wang Ping's head, and walked out of the room. In the yard, he took a broom to clear the snow. After all the snow in the yard was cleared, he took the tools and started to work as a carpenter.

Wang Ping saw his father in the window and was silent for a moment. His memory is very good, far surpassing that of children of the same age. He has always clearly remembered that when he was four years old, he accidentally asked his father, his own life. Where is the mother.

At that time, his father's expression was very strange. He didn't understand the meaning of that expression, but now that he has grown up, he understands that that expression is called depression...

He is a sensible child, and since then, he has never asked anything about his mother.

After the winter, the snow continued, one after another, the cold winter came, and the people in the village even had fewer activities.The cold winter and the twelfth lunar month passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, the spring breeze came and gradually swept away the cold of this winter.

The private school in the village is also opened in the spring, and the children in the village study and read here.

Days passed like this, like clear water, without the slightest turbulence. In the calm, there was warmth, washing Wang Lin's tired soul.

As Wang Ping grew up day by day, Wang Lin no longer insisted on pursuing enlightenment for the way of heaven, but watched Wang Ping silently with a father's mentality.

In the past ten years, apart from dispelling grievances for Wang Ping every night, he did not use any magical powers, as if he had forgotten everything.

However, in the midst of this oblivion, a sense of rebirth in the reincarnation of life and death was silently condensed in Wang Lin's heart, and gradually deepened with Wang Ping's growth.

The reincarnation of life and death, Wang Lin has a very deep understanding of the various changes in death, but the breath of this life is not much felt. Gradually move towards perfection.

The perfection of life and death is the cycle of cause and effect. Wang Lin's Taoist thoughts slowly sublimate in this dullness. If a cultivator of supernatural powers sees this transition, he will be shocked, because this kind of change is not Simple, but a dramatic change in mood.

The artistic conception is a unique magical power that the monks perceive after the immortal world is broken. It can even be said that the Taoism cultivated by the monks is the transformation of the artistic conception.

Therefore, the artistic conception is almost fixed for every cultivator, and it is rare that the sublimation of the artistic conception will happen. Zu did not hesitate to give up the search for Tian Ni beads in the Cultivation Alliance, but immediately returned to the Huan family with Liu Mei. The fundamental reason was not only to devour it, but more importantly, he was afraid that such a character would be taken away!

Wang Lin is walking on this path at the moment, just because his understanding of life is not enough in the mood of reincarnation of life and death, so even if there are signs of sublimation to the way of cause and effect, it has not changed completely.

In this way, the excess at the moment is an extremely critical factor in Wang Lin's life in cultivating the Tao, and it even determines the process of his future achievements.

Wang Lin seems to understand these things, but if he can choose, he will never exchange such a price for such an opportunity that any cultivator is eager to obtain.

Spring has gone to autumn, and another six years have passed. This autumn, Sun Tai's deadline seems to have come a little earlier, and it will come very early.

When he was lying in his house, only Wang Lin and his son sent him away.At this moment, he is like the heavy snow that came six years ago.

Wang Ping, already 16 years old, his appearance is more and more similar to Liu Mei, this kind of appearance, born in a boy, is peerless handsome.

It's just that his eyes, like Wang Lin, are pure and clear in black and white. After 16 years of growth, he, who is smart and wise, understands a lot, just like the grandson in front of him. Obviously, he knew his father a long time ago, and Obviously, he was extremely respectful to his father. Although this kind of respect was never expressed in words or on the surface, Wang Ping clearly noticed the aura in his bones.

"Sun Tai, I will do what I promised you back then." Wang Lin looked even older, he calmly looked at Sun Tai on the bed and said slowly.
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It is estimated that there will be some daoists who don't like such quiet plots, but, in the world of Xianxia, ​​such plots are unique to Xianni, take it slow, it is a kind of life.

(End of this chapter)