Renegade Immortal

Wang Lin didn't know whether his words would have any effect. Even he himself was in confusion. After a long time, Wang Lin picked up the pill on the ground, remained silent for a while, and He put the elixir in his arms, sighed, turned around and left.

He walked alone in the world of Suzaku Star. He was not limited to one mountain or one place, but walked through countless mountains and crossed countless long rivers. With his understanding of the world and his thoughts, he went to one place after another. The kingdom of one place.

Year after year, Wang Lin swallowed the pill, which gave him endless energy and gave Wang Lin more strength to fulfill his wish and travel around the world.

On the way, he slept close to the mountains and rested when he met the river. He saw countless strange faces, some were kind, some were fierce, some were confused, and some were stubborn.

He has encountered robbers and horse bandits, but every time he encounters them, he can make everyone feel the majestic aura on his body just by standing there.

He, Wang Lin, could even scare away an immortal, let alone others.

As he walked, Wang Lin's face became older, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, which contained his endless wisdom and insights, making his whole person, mentally, as if he had been reborn and sublimated again.

He went to too many cities and saw too many people, even in Kyoto. In each of those Kyotos, in front of each of the dignitaries, Wang Lin's temperament and Wang Lin's words gradually became clearer. He was worshiped by everyone.

Even those emperors who enjoy the highest status in the mortal world have seen a lot. In his eyes, all these people are the same.

no difference.

It is not that no one wants to kill him, but everyone who has such thoughts is finally overcome by an indescribable emotion and shrinks back in awe when facing Wang Lin.

In Wu Kingdom, the palace was surrounded by thousands of forbidden troops. As long as the Emperor of Wu gave an order, the soldiers would come out. He wanted to keep Wang Lin and let Wang Lin become a great scholar of Wu Kingdom.

But in the end, with Wang Lin smiling and shaking his head, he turned and left. Thunder rolled in the sky, the situation changed, and tens of thousands of forbidden troops, none of them dared to stop him. After letting him leave, they all bowed to him.

In the Kingdom of Sun, Emperor Sun and countless ministers sent Wang Lin thousands of miles away.

There were countless evil people in the Tengu Kingdom, but in the end, tens of thousands were civilized when Wang Lin left.

As we walked, the words Wang Lin, the Great Confucian, set off a storm on the Suzaku Star, which became increasingly violent.

Remembered by countless people.

Wang Lin saw countless mountains along the way. Standing on that mountain, he looked up at the heaven and earth and felt its vastness. He also met immortals and many strange or familiar figures.

On the Suzaku Star, there are a large number of sects in many cultivation countries. Most of these sects are built in mountain peaks or in places with beautiful mountains and rivers, but similarly, there are also some in those poor mountains and harsh waters.

Every time he climbs a mountain, every time he walks, if there is a feeling in his heart, Wang Lin will not search for it deliberately. He can just rely on the understanding of heaven and earth in his heart to walk into every sect on the many mountain peaks. In the mountain gate.

Although the mountain-protecting formations have different strengths and weaknesses, none of them can affect Wang Lin's footsteps. He often steps in and is shocked and noticed by the monks in the sect.

Even the elders in the sect who have been in seclusion for countless years will be awakened by the majestic power of heaven and earth emanating from Wang Lin while they are meditating.

Wang Lin came and walked calmly. He only looked at the mountains, only enjoyed the scenery, and only understood the heaven and earth. In his eyes, everything else was the same.

Gradually, even in the cultivation world of Zhao State, the name of a mortal scholar, Wang Lin, slowly spread. Those monks knew that there was such a mortal on the Suzaku Star who was a great scholar of the time. Even monks would often feel awe in their hearts in front of him.

What they fear is not its power, but its thinking!

"Whether it's a monk or a mortal, we are all sentient beings..." Wang Lin's words will always be left behind wherever he goes.

Many monks had long conversations with him and were inspired by him to comprehend the world, understand his artistic conception, and have hope of becoming gods. Even those who have reached the level of spiritual transformation will still feel faintly shocked during that long conversation.

Year after year, years passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was twelve years.

In the past twelve years, Wang Lin has been to many, many places, and his name has unknowingly spread to more places that he has never been to.

Twelve years ago, he left Zhao alone. Twelve years later, he was still alone, walking on the Suzaku Star.

On this day, in the winter when snowflakes were falling, Wang Lin came to a capital city of a country he did not know the name of. The country was very large, equivalent to three Zhao Kingdoms.

Wang Lin had been to this capital city in his dream. Standing outside the city gate, amidst the falling snowflakes, Wang Lin's old face showed a trace of sadness.

He tightened his leather jacket and walked into the city.

Stepping on the snow on the ground, with the crunching sound, Wang Lin walked to a street in the city. This street was very quiet, with not many pedestrians. Although there were shops on both sides, there were many people inside. few

Looking at the familiar place, the scene in the dream became more and more real, as if it overlapped with his eyes, making Wang Lin silently walk forward in a trance.

"Clang, clang... clang..." The sound of blacksmithing came from the distance. Wang Lin looked for the sound and looked with his old eyes, but saw a blacksmith shop not far away.

In the shop, a middle-aged man, with his bare upper body and strong body, was forging iron with a hammer.

Although there were snowflakes outside, the man didn't feel cold at all. He kept turning the hammer and making the clanging sound.

Next to the man, there was a small bench, and sitting on it was an eight-year-old boy. He was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, his face was red, and he was looking at the man excitedly.

"Da Niu..." Wang Lin seemed to have a child in his eyes, and shook his head gently. That child was not the big cow in his dream.

"Old man, you've been standing outside for a long time. Come in and warm yourself up." The big man put down the hammer in his hand, wiped his sweat, and showed an honest smile to Wang Lin outside the shop.

Wang Lin was startled, but also had a smile on his face. He nodded and walked into the blacksmith shop. A rush of hot air hit his face, melting a lot of the snow on his body.

"Xiu Niang, bring some warm wine." The man put on a coat. Seeing that Wang Lin was old, he helped him sit down and then sat aside.

"Isn't that old man?" The big man said with a smile.

"I've been here before. I passed by here this time and came to take a look." Wang Lin looked at the furnishings in the shop and spoke softly and hoarsely.

The seven or eight-year-old boy sat not far away and looked at Wang Lin curiously. After hearing his mother's voice in the room, he got up and ran over. Not long after, he appeared with a middle-aged woman holding a wine bottle. The woman looked virtuous and poured Wang Lin a glass of wine with a look of pity in her eyes.

"Old man, it's cold. Let's have a glass of wine to warm yourself up. Are you here to look for relatives?"

Wang Lin smiled and said nothing. Instead, he picked up the wine glass, put it at the corner of his mouth and sipped it. Drink up.

"Old man, the wine in my Zeng family is not bad, haha. My grandfather was not a blacksmith back then, but a wine seller. Later he came to my place and opened a blacksmith shop."

The big man picked up the wine glass, took a sip and said with a smile.

The fire in the shop was very bright, forming a kind of trance-like contrast with the falling snowflakes outside, and even blowing out the cold air from the snow.

Wang Lin sat there, drinking Zeng's wine, and he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or not.

After a long time, when the snow had subsided a little, Wang Lin stood up to say goodbye. The big man took pity on Wang Lin's age and gave him a jug of wine to keep him warm.

As he walked, the sky was getting dark, but in the snow, the ground was very bright, and he could see far away. As he walked, in the candlelight of the blacksmith shop behind him, holding the figure under the moon, he looked more and more Far.

After a brief pause, Wife Lin seemed to understand something. He was still walking on the Suzaku Star, passing through unfamiliar places. In the fifteenth year after leaving Zhao State, Wang Lin was already in his early seventies.

His spine became even more curved, and there was a twilight glow about him, but his eyes were as bright as the sun, making people dare not look into them. Those eyes contained cause and effect, life and death, and the truth... ...Even his master Su Dao did not have this kind of temperament.

In the summer of the fifteenth year, in a strange country, during a continuous rain, Wang Lin stood in a pavilion next to an official road, looking at the rain outside. He could vaguely see the rain outside. Far behind the rain, there is an ocean.

The sea is so big that it separates two continents.

On the other side of the sea, there are many countries. There is the last place Wang Lin wants to go. There is another woman he loves in his dream, and he wants to take a look.

The rain poured down in a continuous line, making the sky and the earth blurry. Only the outline could be seen. Wang Lin stood there, looking at the rain, listening to the sound, and slowly closed his eyes.

At the moment when his eyes closed, there was a woman's figure in the distance in the rain, walking step by step. The woman's whole body seemed to be exuding endless coldness. As she came, the rain around her suddenly started to form. With a crackling sound, ice crystals fell to the ground.

In her arms, she held a baby. The baby was wrapped in a thick quilt. No rain fell on it, and he slept soundly.

In front of the pavilion, the woman stopped. She was middle-aged, but her face was still beautiful, but she was filled with coldness, making her look as cold as a Rakshasa.

"You are the great scholar Wang Lin!"

Wang Lin opened his closed eyes, looked at the woman calmly, and nodded.

Two people, one in the pavilion, no rain. There was also no rain outside the pavilion. The rain turned into ice. Under the dense sound, the sky behind the woman was completely covered and turned into ice.

"I come from the Snowy Land, and I want to ask you something." The woman's voice, like her words, comes from the Snowy Land.