Immortal Renegade

Chapter 677: Famous Zhen Luotian Departs
Things in this world cannot escape the cycle of life and death. Sun Tai looked at the father and son before the collapse with a smile on his face. At this moment, he looked serene, slowly burning the last trace of life essence.

Hearing Wang Lin's promise, Sun Tai gave him a deep look, and remembered this person who had entangled his grievances in his heart again. He seemed to be in a trance before his eyes, as if he had returned to hundreds of years ago, in the fairy world of rain. ...

Scene after scene slid in front of his eyes, and finally settled on the calm but slightly old face in front of him.

"Between life and death, it turns out to be so short..." Sun Tai smiled and closed his eyes.

The dead aura on his body had reached its peak at this moment, but in the next moment, it vanished.

"Grandpa Sun..." Wang Ping burst into tears, looking at Sun Tai's serene face and crying.

Wang Lin sighed softly and touched Wang Ping's head, a dull look flashed in his eyes. He saw through life and death, and saw through reincarnation. Such things are like clouds of tobacco. He saw it, but he would not keep it in his heart.

Sun Tai's tomb is located in the back mountain of Luoyue Village, and all the people who died in the village will be buried here.

The tombstone was engraved by Wang Ping, and on it was written: "Sun Tai's Tomb", signed as the righteous Sun Wang Ping.

When Wang Ping was 12 years old, Sun Tai accepted him as a foster grandson, but Wang Lin did not stop him. Sun Tai was already older than him, enough to become Wang Ping's grandfather.

As for him and Sun Tai, they are equals, and even as Wang Ping felt, for Wang Lin, Sun Tai has a kind of reverence in his bones.

There is no body in Sun Tai's tomb. His body has become a altar of ashes, which is stored in Wang Lin's storage bag. This is his promise to Sun Tai.

The 16-year-old Wang Ping was handsome and extraordinary, but compared to Wang Lin, he was even older.

The passage of time brought Wang Lin's face and at the same time, the Zhang family's wife in the village lost her interest in matchmaking, but as Wang Ping grew up, she put this interest in this child.

It's just that this Wang Ping has the style of a father. Although he looks handsome, he acts extremely calmly. He doesn't talk much on weekdays, but his eyes flash with wisdom.

One year after Sun Tai left, on this day, in the Wang family's compound, Wang Lin was carefully carving a wooden block in his hand. Wang Ping sat beside him and looked at his father calmly. On his father's face, With wrinkles, the vicissitudes are thicker.

"To carve, you have to use the knife carefully. Every knife is engraved in memory. Only in this way can you be called a craftsman!" Wang Lin said flatly without raising his head.

Wang Ping nodded, also picked up a wooden block, and carefully carved it.

In the setting sun, the figures of the father and son were pulled for a long time. Their movements were similar, and even their expressions were very similar. As the setting sun went down, the figures gradually faded. It was just that trace of charm, but it was eternal...

"Have you made up your mind?" The sunset finally set, and darkness enveloped the earth. In the courtyard, he lit up the lamp and put on the lampshade, Wang Lin said calmly.

Wang Ping, who was on the side, put down the half-finished statue in his hand and fell silent.

Without urging, Wang Lin sat aside and picked up Wang Ping's statue. Looking closely, the statue was slightly rough, but it carved three points of Shen Yun.

The wood carving is Sun Tai. He has a proud face, his eyes are looking up at the sky, and his hands have seals. A strange aura is condensed on his body. There are clouds under his feet, which looks quite expressive. .

"Father, why don't you let me learn the spells of those immortals left by Grandpa Sun..." Wang Ping lowered his head and said softly.

Wang Lin sighed lightly, Sun Tai still did not follow his own thoughts on this matter, but secretly taught him the technique of cultivation by accepting Wang Ping as his righteous grandson.

All of this could not be concealed from Wang Lin's supernatural powers. If Sun Tai hadn't used his vigor to teach Wang Ping the technique of Taoism, he would not have returned four years earlier.

As a father, Wang Lin is not an arbitrary person. He looked at Wang Ping, this child, who inherited the face of his mother Liu Mei, and learned his own peace along with his 16 years.

When the light of wisdom in his eyes flickered, Wang Lin seemed to see another self.

"Because the life of cultivating the Tao is not suitable for you." Wang Lin retracted his gaze and said softly.

With a smile on Wang Ping's face, he looked up at his father and said, "Father, the formulas of Taoism that Grandpa Sun taught me, I didn't go to practice, and I haven't had them all the time."

Wang Lin nodded. He naturally knew all this. Although Sun Tai taught the method of Taoism, Wang Ping did not practice it from beginning to end.

"Father, you... you are also an immortal, right?" Wang Ping lowered his head and asked.

"It's not an immortal, just a monk." Wang Lin said slowly with vicissitudes in his eyes.

"Dad meant to let me live an ordinary life, not to follow in your footsteps and become a monk, right?" Wang Ping was silent for a moment, then said.

The bright moon in the sky gradually rose, and the moonlight fell on the earth, soft, revealing a hint of the cold of the moon.The breeze hit, and the lampshade hanging on the side was blown and shook, causing the candles in it to flicker, mixed in the moonlight, and enveloped the yard.

"Yes." Wang Lin put down the carving of Wang Ping in his hand and looked at the night sky, his voice erratic.

"If... Ping'er doesn't want to..." Wang Ping raised his head and looked at his father. This was the first time in his 16 years of life that he spoke to his father like this.

Wang Lin's eyes fell on Wang Ping, he didn't speak, just looked at it calmly.

Time passed slowly, and Wang Ping's head gradually lowered, as if he didn't dare to look at Wang Lin's eyes.

"A life of cultivating the Tao is not suitable for you! Don't mention this matter again!" Although Wang Lin's voice was light, he was very firm, but a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, where Wang Ping could not see it. , this sad, very strong...

Wang Ping said bitterly, "Yes, father, I don't know how to cultivate."

Wang Lin didn't speak, turned around and walked back to the house. The moment he stepped in, his voice came: "Ping'er, take medicine."

Wang Ping was silent for a long time, sighed softly, stood up, and entered the room, his back was a little lost...

The majesty of his father has not been revealed, but in Wang Ping's heart, it is incomparably huge. He is unable to resist, and can only follow his father's wishes and live an ordinary life.

"Except for cultivation, I can give you everything in this world!" Wang Lin's voice came slowly when Wang Ping was lying on the bed after drinking the medicine.

Wang Ping closed his eyes and did not speak.

In the darkness, Wang Lin sat alone in the yard, staring blankly at the dark place in front of him, the sadness in his eyes flashed again.

The passage of time is often like the moonlight in the darkness. You can't see when it will come. When you find it, the moonlight has already fallen on the earth.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed since Sun Tai passed away.

This year, Wang Ping was 19 years old.He has completely turned into a handsome young man. Although there are still some immaturities on his face, it is difficult to see if one does not look carefully.

His appearance is more and more similar to Liu Mei.

In contrast, Wang Lin is even older, 19 years have left deep marks on his face,
In the 19th year when Wang Lin came to Luoyue Village, he put away his belongings and left with Wang Ping.

At the time of parting, childhood friends who grew up with Wang Ping in the village came to see him one after another. Most of them were girls. They looked at Wang Ping with eyes full of resentment.

This is especially true of the second girl from the Zhou family.

It's just that Wang Ping turned a blind eye to all of this. His appearance was inherited from his mother Liu Mei, but his character was inherited from Wang Lin, and he was very light on women.

In the past 19 years, Luoyue Village has been born, aged, sick and died. As one generation grows old, the new generation gradually grows up. When Wang Lin came here, three or four out of ten of his neighbors went away...

The big man of the Zhou family, although his body is still strong, is obviously no younger than him. Standing beside Wang Lin at the moment, he said with emotion: "Brother Wang, it's been almost 20 years in a flash, so fast. I still remember when you hugged Wang Lin. What happened when Ping'er came here, but right now, you are leaving."

Wang Lin smiled slightly and said gently, "Brother Zhou, I have caused trouble for you all these years. It's just that when the child grows up, I have to take him out for a walk and see the world."

The big man in the Zhou family sighed with emotion, his eyes fell on Wang Ping who was surrounded by the girls in the village in the distance, and he smiled bitterly: "It seems that the second girl in my family is not that lucky."

Wang Lin shook his head and said with a smile, "It should be that kid from my family, no luck."

Not far away, Wang Ping looked as usual, and said softly, "You guys take care..." After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards Wang Lin.

But at this moment, one of the girls ran up a few steps, blushed, and said loudly, "Wang Ping, you... will you come back in the future?"

Wang Ping paused, did not turn his head, and said softly, "It shouldn't be..."

The girl's eyes turned red, leaving two lines of tears, as if she heard her heartbreak.

"I hate you! Wang Ping!" the girl cried, turning and running away.

Wang Ping frowned and came to his father's side without speaking.

The big man from the Zhou family let out a long sigh, clasped his fists at Wang Lin, and said, "Brother Wang family, take care!"

Wang Lin was very fond of this bold man and said with a smile, "Take care!" After speaking, he turned and walked into the distance. Wang Ping followed behind. After walking a few steps, he hesitated and looked back at the The girl who kept walking away while crying sighed and gradually followed Wang Lin away.

"Father, why are these girls so troublesome, especially that Zhou Ruotong..." Wang Ping frowned after catching up with his father.

Wang Lin laughed and looked back at Wang Ping. He inherited Liu Mei's appearance. Wang Ping's handsomeness has a strange feeling.

"You don't like the daughter of the Zhou family?" Wang Lin said with a half-smile.

"I don't like it, it's just... when she cried just now, I felt a little sad." Wang Ping sighed.
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I don't know that if Wang Ping goes to participate in If You Are the One, some lights will be turned off in the first round. After watching the short film, I know that although Wang Ping is a single family, but his father is a fairy with great supernatural powers, I don't know, there are still lights out. How many...

(End of this chapter)