Renegade Immortal

After seeing Daniu and his son, Wang Lin sat by the stove and suddenly felt deeply in his heart. To a mortal, it was a large amount of money, but to a monk, it was like dung, and he would not even look at it.

He sat quietly in the shop, picked up a piece of wood, waved the carving knife in his right hand, and started carving.

Time flies, and another three years have passed. The store of Daniel's family has more than doubled in size. As expected, the business is much better than before, as Daniel's mother expected. But once the business is good, Daniel will have less free time. When he got up, he would work with his father all day long.

Only after closing the shop did Daniel have time to drag his tired body and carry a pot of fruit wine to Wang Lin to watch him make wood carvings.

The big cow's body, perhaps due to the iron work in recent years, has become stronger and stronger. The seventeen-year-old boy, even in the middle of winter, is only wearing a thin shirt and does not feel cold at all.

It's just that the wrinkles on his parents' faces are gradually increasing.

Wang Lin's appearance has also changed from six years ago. He no longer looks young, but middle-aged, with a wrinkle gradually appearing on his face.

He deliberately used magic to do this. After all, if a person's appearance has not changed at all in six years, it will be an incredible thing for the kind and simple neighbors around him.

In the next three years, Xu Tao came here more and more often, almost once every month, and presented a large amount of gold, silver, and fine wine. His intention to win over was self-evident, and sometimes he made a point in his words. These things are given out of filial piety by His Royal Highness.

Wang Lin had no interest in this prince at all. The reason why he stayed in Kyoto was for one purpose, which was to experience the feelings of a mortal, so that he could achieve a breakthrough in his cultivation.

The struggle for power in the mortal world. With his identity. Too lazy to get involved.

This year is late autumn. There are several willow trees on both sides of the street. The leaves are blown by the wind. It slowly fell off with a clattering sound. Being carried far away by the wind. Became a rootless leaf.

all over the street. Fallen leaves can be seen everywhere. Wang Lin walked out of the store. He was wearing thick clothes. On his head was a fur hat. At this time, if someone from Zhao or Chu sees Wang Lin. Decisively unrecognizable. This person is Wang Lin, the evil star who was all-powerful back then, killed countless people, and had bloody hands.

Even some monks who had fought with him. And absolutely unrecognizable.

At this time he. Looks no different from mortals. It's not a physical resemblance. But it’s a resemblance. Even to the core. Nothing is different.

After six years, he became mortal.

Wang Lin has completely become a mortal. Now to him. The face looks slightly older. Although the body is still upright. But it seems. and middle-aged mortals who are busy all their lives. There is no difference.

There was just one thing that made him slightly different from ordinary people, and that was his eyes, which were clear black and white without any variegation. There was a hint of light that made him look extraordinary.

In the past three years, Wang Lin has not meditated or practiced once. Even the red mist outside his body was condensed by him unknowingly two years ago and turned into blood-colored beads. Stored in a storage bag.

After leaving the shop, there was a gust of wind in his face, carrying the chill of autumn. Wang Lin tightened his collar, closed the shop door, and then walked slowly towards the distance.

At this time, a rather sturdy young man walked out of the iron shop opposite. He was carrying a bucket of discarded charcoal in his hand. He immediately saw Wang Lin after leaving the shop, so he grinned and said, "Uncle Wang, go and listen again." play?"

Wang Lin turned around and said with a smile: "Daniu, bring me a bottle of wine."

The young man responded, poured the charcoal in his hand aside, and hurried into the shop. Not long after, he ran over with a wine flask, his eyes showing concern, and said: "Uncle Wang, you are getting old. This wine, drink less, just take a sip to warm yourself up."

Wang Lin nodded with a smile, took the wine bottle, patted Daniel on the shoulder, turned around and left slowly.

Daniel looked at Wang Lin's back with a bitter taste in his heart. In the past six years, the omnipotent Uncle Wang in his eyes has aged a lot. He still remembers the Uncle Wang six years ago. A face full of heroic spirit and eyes like stars.

Each lifelike and vivid wood carving takes shape in his hands.

He always remembered that Uncle Wang once said that when he made a lot of money, he would go back and marry the wife who was waiting for him. However, six years passed in the blink of an eye, and Daniel had never seen Wang Lin's wife. He did not ask about it again.

Daniel sighed and turned back to the shop. His father was getting a little old. He was now doing the main work in the shop. Even after closing the shop, there were still many things to do. He developed a habit of doing it frequently in his youth. The habit of going to see Wang Lin making wood carvings can no longer be continued.

Just take some time every few days to spend time with this lonely Uncle Wang.

In late autumn, there was a chill in the wind. Wang Lin walked slowly all the way. After a while, he finally arrived at an inn at the corner of the street. As soon as he entered,

The waiter in the shop, with a towel on one shoulder, said rather cleverly: "Hey, shopkeeper Wang is here, come in quickly."

Wang Lin entered the room, took off his fur hat, and said with a smile: "I don't have any money to reward you, so it's useless no matter how enthusiastic you are."

The waiter smiled and said: "Look what you said, the shopkeeper has given orders, the one on the east side by the window will always be reserved for you." After saying that, he walked a few steps quickly and came to the east side by the window, holding a towel in his hand. Sweep it above, bend and step back.

Wang Lin sat on the bench. After a short time, the waiter brought several plates of side dishes and a small charcoal pot with boiling water. Wang Lin put the wine flask in his hand into the small pot and started to warm the wine.

Occasionally pouring out a cup and drinking it, Wang Lin just sat here, watching people entering the inn one after another. Gradually, more and more people entered the inn. After about half an hour, a few actors playing the piano and rapping came out. Walking out of the back room, as soon as these people appeared, there was a lot of cheers in the inn, which was quite lively.

Among these actors, there was a woman who was quite pretty. Most of the people in the inn actually came to see her.

The woman's beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, her sleeves were dancing, and she began to sing.

This woman's voice was quite pleasant, and the drinkers in the inn were cheering and praising her. For a moment, the atmosphere reached a fever pitch.

Wang Lin smiled as he watched the woman rap and drink fruit wine. He had been living like this for more than a year.

Not long after, a slightly fat middle-aged man, wearing a thick cloth, hurriedly walked out of the back room and quickly came to Wang Lin. After sitting down, the waiter quickly served a bottle of wine respectfully.

The middle-aged fat man immediately filled the cup, drank it all in one gulp, glanced at Wang Lin, and said awkwardly: "Shopkeeper Wang, this..."

Wang Lin picked up the wine flask, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Li, I'm not here to collect rent today. Don't worry."

The middle-aged fat man immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said with an apologetic smile: "Business is not good. Don't look at me. There are a lot of people here now, but inviting this troupe here cost me a lot of money. Alas, in this world, business is not so good." It’s not easy to do.”

Wang Lin smiled and didn't say anything, but watched the opera quietly. This middle-aged fat man's surname was Li. Wang Lin still doesn't know his name. This man found Wang Lin two years ago and mortgaged this shop. , I begged and begged to borrow twenty taels of gold, but the money has not been repaid until now. This shop is now owned by Wang Lin.

In the past year, he saw Wang Lin coming almost every day. He felt uneasy and often came over to check on the situation.

As the actor's beautiful eyes turned, the men in the inn cheered one after another. At this moment, a rather obscene voice came from outside the inn: "Hey, this little lady sings so well, she lured me from the north of the city. Alright, okay!”

The moment the voice came, an old man wearing a gray cotton robe walked in. The old man was a mess, his face was bruised and bruised, and there were several big footprints on his chest and skirt.

As soon as he came in, he immediately cheered loudly. The waiter frowned and scolded: "Where are you from, beggar? Go away, you have no money today!" As he said this, he stepped forward and was about to push him away.

The old man's eyes widened and he said, "You touch me! If you dare to touch me, I won't be able to get up! I'm here to listen to the show today!"

The moment Wang Lin saw the old man, his eyes suddenly flashed with a sparkle that he hadn't seen in many years. This old man was none other than the person who defrauded Wang Lin of a meal six or seven years ago.

The middle-aged fat man sitting opposite Wang Lin, the innkeeper, immediately frowned, stood up, and quickly came to the door. He rummaged through his pockets and fumbled for a long time. Finally, he took out a copper coin, threw it to the old man, and said: "I gave you money, so go away. It's really bad luck."

The old man took the copper coin, bit it with his teeth, and got a mouthful of patina. He grinned at the waiter and said, "Well, it's true. It's harder than gold. Did you see it? It's still the reality of your shopkeeper. Hum. "As he said that, he threw the copper coin in his hand and dropped it into the store clerk's hand. He said proudly: "A pot of tea!"

Then he glanced at Wang Lin and walked over. It wasn't that he recognized Wang Lin, but that there was only Wang Lin's table in the inn at this time, and there was only one person there.

The waiter in the shop was stunned for a moment, looked at the copper coins in his hand, and then looked at the shopkeeper. He had seen many beggars, but he bit the copper coins when he saw them, and bought tea after receiving the money. This was the first time.

The fat middle-aged man's face flashed, he rolled up his sleeves, and was about to throw the old man out, but at this moment, Wang Lin raised his hand and said, "Forget it."

The middle-aged fat man immediately paused, hesitated, muttered a few words, then turned and walked to the back room.

The old man chuckled, looked at Wang Lin, and said, "You..." As soon as he said a word, he suddenly froze and stared at Wang Lin carefully for a while, then his face showed a strange look. He said in surprise: "It's you!"