God Emperor

Xiao Lin inherited her father's cooking skills, and she and Zhang Ruochen continued to run the inn.

Zhang Ruochen has more work to do!

Boiling water, welcoming guests, serving dishes, washing dishes, wiping tables...etc., many things fell on him.

When there were few guests, Xiao Lin would still habitually stand under the big locust tree every evening and look at the sunset. I don’t know if I’m waiting for someone, or if I just want to see the beautiful clouds.

Finally, on a bright red dusk, the bad news came back to the town.

Disciples from the sect of the young man named Yun came to the town and sent back the relics.

Xiao Lin asked around and finally found out that his former lover died on the starry sky battlefield.

After his death, no bones were left behind, and he was said to have been eaten by some monster!

Xiao Lin didn't know what the Starry Sky Battlefield was, but there was a strange brilliance in his eyes, and he said: "Old man, you said that Brother Yun was practicing hard and didn't come to pick me up. Is it because he went to the battlefield? What he has to do is more important. "

Zhang Ruochen wanted to say, silly girl, you are deceiving yourself.

If he still has you in his heart, he will keep his promise and come back to pick you up even though he is thousands of miles away.

But, I thought of myself.

Why am I not another young man named Yun?

Is there a silly girl like Xiao Lin somewhere in the starry sky, waiting for him every day?

Zhang Ruochen was sitting on a chair at the door of the inn, preparing the ingredients for tomorrow. He used pebbles to grind brown rice and said, "I heard that once you enter the world of cultivation, you can't help yourself. He must be a great master." Heroes doing really great things.”

This year, Xiao Lin is forty-two years old.

However, when he heard Zhang Ruochen's words, he smiled as brightly as he did when he was sixteen years old.

It was the first time in so many years that she showed such a smile.

When I laughed at the end, I started crying.

Cried all night.

Maybe she also knew that Zhang Ruochen was lying to her.

After that, she never waited under the big locust tree again and began to take care of the inn seriously.

It was also this year that she finally got married, to a butcher in the town.

The butcher's surname was Liu. He was in his fifties and had a wife. However, she contracted a cold and died last winter. The butcher was very kind to Xiao Lin. He personally delivered the meat to the inn every time, and would also give an extra pound or two and a few more bones.

A woman, an old man, running an inn is easily bullied.

The family needs a man like this.

However, men all over the world are the same. They often look different before marriage and after marriage.

The butcher was addicted to alcohol, and every time he got drunk, he would beat and scold Xiao Lin.

Zhang Ruochen didn't care about this matter. He just wanted to be a bystander in this world and a dying old man. Besides, everyone has to be responsible for the choices they make, right?

However, he was a sentimental person after all. Seeing that the little boy was crying in tears on his deathbed and growing older day by day, he still went over and asked, "Is this butcher in trouble? Does he need help?"

Xiao Lin shook his head and touched his slightly bulging belly.

After that, Zhang Ruochen stopped asking!

But I don't know when it started, but Xiao Lin got used to it. He came to the big locust tree every day and stared at the sunset in a daze. Perhaps the sunset contained the best memories of her life.

The day the child was born, the butcher was overjoyed because it was a boy.

He picked up the butcher knife and went to the backyard to kill the old scalper.

One is to replenish Xiaolin's body.

Second, the old scalper has lived too long, and people in the town are spreading rumors that he is about to become a sperm!

However, the butcher failed to kill the old scalper. Instead, he was knocked to the ground and trampled to death by its hoof.

The cheerful and high-pitched cries of two big white geese sounded next to them. Their eyes were very proud, and they were circling the corpse, as if to say, you loser, you can't even fight a cow, why do you have the nerve to call yourself a butcher?

Xiao Lin saw this scene from the window on the second floor, but he was neither sad nor happy, but extremely indifferent.

But later, she followed Zhang Ruochen and buried the butcher next to Lao Mu. Old Mu's grave was already overgrown with weeds.

The weather is getting colder every year.

Because the sun in the sky has changed from two to one.

In fact, after learning that the boy named Yun died on the Starry Sky Battlefield, Zhang Ruochen realized that he had not escaped from this world at all, but might have been very close to the battlefield.

Unfortunately, he thought that he had escaped to the end of the world and would never interfere in the dispute between heaven and hell again.

Severe cold weather makes winter longer and longer.

Sometimes it snows for half the year.

No matter how much preparation a mortal makes, he still cannot fight against the weather.

Over the past ten years, more and more people have frozen to death in the small town. It has become colder and quieter, and there is no longer the bustle and bustle that it was when Zhang Ruochen first arrived.

This year, Liu Shitou turns ten years old!

The name Stone was given by the butcher and has been preserved.

Xiao Lin is very old. He is not yet sixty years old. His hair is gray and his face is wrinkled. He has been lying in bed for half a month. She knew she wouldn't survive the winter.

Zhang Ruochen placed a stove beside her, helped her sit up, fed her the soup, and suddenly asked: "Your body can't take it anymore, but I have a way to help you live longer. Do you want to try it?”

Xiao Lin said nothing and looked at the big locust tree outside the window.

Zhang Ruochen raised his right hand, revealing a colorful ring, and said, "I have a divine ring. If you make a wish to it, your wish will come true."

A smile finally appeared on Xiao Lin's pale face, and he said weakly: "Old man, I know you are not an ordinary person. Otherwise, how could the cattle and white geese in the backyard become sperm?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled.

"How did we meet... back then... Why can't I remember?" Xiao Lin's voice was hoarse and breathless than Zhang Ruochen's.

Zhang Ruochen said: "It was you and Lao Mu who picked me up from the wilderness."

"You have such a good memory, yes, dad... dad... I'm going to see dad... I remember, that time... dad and I... went to the city to buy goods, On the way back... I found you on the road... At that time, my father was still very young... young..."

Xiaolin's mouth was wrinkled, unable to speak, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

"You were very young and cute then."

Zhang Ruochen put Xiao Lin back on the bed, then took out the binding that Lao Mu had used from under the bed, placed it on the head of her bed, beat it, and sang in his vicissitudes of life:

"A hundred years of drunkenness, full of spring.

There is a cloud lying high on the east mountain.

Anger, the dust of right and wrong blows on the face and disappears, and it has affected countless people in ancient and modern times. "

"Washing away, the infinite number of people from ancient to modern times...hey!"

This is a tune that Lao Mu often sang when he was alive.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times, but it is a pity that the young people of that year are gone.

After the song, Xiao Lin had completely lost his breath. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, but a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. She smiled just like the way Zhang Ruochen saw her for the first time, also in this room.

Zhang Ruochen thought that his heart would never be troubled again.

But at this moment, I clearly feel bitter, even regretful, regretting what I didn't do.

At this moment, a throbbing appeared in his body, below his navel.

The throb formed into a circle and spread out faster than light.

Zhang Ruochen noticed this throbbing, and even sensed the fluctuations of Wuji's holy will. He was extremely surprised in his heart, how could he still sense Wuji's holy will.

For decades, he had almost forgotten that he had gone to the Taichu Singularity and gone through countless hardships to cultivate this first-grade holy will.

The tenth level of heaven is the result of his practice of the "Ming King Sutra". The secrets, pale blood and soil, divine seals, and even the regular divine patterns and divine energy are all obtained from the outside world.

Only the Wuji Holy Will is the crystallization of his cultivation and the collective result of his own martial arts insights.

Belongs only to himself.

The location where the throbbing came from was the mysterious fetus under the navel.

The so-called Xuan Fei is actually the second sea of ​​qi created by Zhang Ruochen's practice of the fifth level of "Xuan Fei Ping Demon Heaven" in the "Ming King Sutra".

Xuan Fei is also called "Xuan Fei" in Taoism.

"The immortality of the Grain God is called Xuan Ni. The gate of Xuan Ni is called the root of heaven and earth. It is as long as it exists, but it is not used diligently."

The God of Grains refers to Tao.

It means: The Tao that evolves all things in the world is eternal, immortal, and immortal. This is called Xuan Ni. Xuan Ni is the door that gives birth to yin and yang, and is the foundation of heaven and earth. It is continuous and exists forever and endlessly.

After Zhang Ruochen used his mental power to explore, he found that the mysterious fetus was empty and there was nothing.

The infinite holy will can no longer be sensed.

Zhang Ruochen did not become worried about gains and losses because of this momentary throbbing, and remained calm. The only thing that worried him was the circular fluctuation that spread just now.

How far will it spread?

I hope that there are no gods in this star field and that the fluctuations just now are not felt.

After Xiao Lin was buried, Zhang Ruochen's life returned to peace again, but he had to take care of Shi Shi, teach him to read, cook, wash clothes, etc.

It wasn't until Shitou was seventeen years old that he finally plucked up the courage and said to Zhang Ruochen, "I want to leave this town."

"where are you going?"

"I want to go to the outside world, I want to make a living. I can't even find twenty living people in this town now. It's too desolate and remote. No one comes to this inn at all. Stay here. My life is ruined and I will never have any future." Shitou's eyes were filled with passion and endless fighting spirit.

This is the look that only teenagers have!

"Okay, I support you."

Zhang Ruochen packed Shitou's luggage, sent him away under a bright sunset, and watched him climb over the last mountain.

From then on, Zhang Ruochen never saw him again.

Everyone has to make their own choice.

Everyone needs to walk their own path.

Back at the inn, Zhang Ruochen stood under the big locust tree for a long time. In his mind, he thought of Lao Mu playing clappers and singing here, of Xiao Lin and the boy named Yun making their vows here, and of every traveler who came to stay at the inn.

He turned around and finally saw two vague names on the wall of the inn.

"Mu Xiaolin, Yunfan."

After so many years, Zhang Ruochen realized that the boy named Yun actually had this name.

His old fingers gently touched the wall, he smiled and shook his head, and then walked into the inn.

In the lobby of the inn, a drunkard was lying there.

Zhang Ruochen was not surprised, so he ignored it and went to feed the geese in the backyard.

This drunkard is a foreigner.

It was the year Xiao Lin died and he came to the small town.

For seven years, he came to the inn to drink every day and was already the only guest in the inn. Although he was dressed in rags and looked very downcast, he was not stingy at all when paying for the drinks.

Zhang Ruochen once suspected that he was a god attracted by the fluctuations that year.

However, after many trials and mental exploration, it was discovered that he was indeed a mortal. With Zhang Ruochen's current mental strength, coupled with the direct physical contact and detection, in this case, if he could still hide it, it would be enough unless people like Qingzu and Taishang were in person.

"Old guy, do you still have wine here? Why don't you roast your two geese? They've grown so fat. Oh, ba ba... I'll pay you a lot for the meat..."

The drunkard who was supposed to be drunk at the table came to the backyard at some point and appeared behind Zhang Ruochen, staring at the two big white geese, laughing loudly and licking his lips with his tongue.