Renegade Immortal

The sky is blue, like a piece of silk stretched out, and a few white clouds are like embellishments, making the blue silk even brighter. Under the Qilian Peak, a small river meanders, stretching for several miles, and merges into the river. Here, In the middle reaches of the river, there is a mountain village with beautiful mountains and green water, like a pastoral land.

"Back then, the water in this river was sweet, and clouds and mist would appear from time to time in the Qilian Mountains. If someone could take a breath in the mist, it was said that they could strengthen their health and they would not get sick within ten years." A The young man's voice came from the mountain village.

This young man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a tough head and a strong brain, was talking to the seven or eight children around him about the past five years ago.

"Look at me, have I ever been sick in these years? It's because my father took me to take a breath of cloud mist. The taste was so comfortable." The young man was quite proud, gesturing with his hands and speaking vividly.

Beside him, the seven or eight children all opened their eyes wide and showed excitement. They were obviously attracted by the young man's story and wanted to take a breath of the cloud.

"Wang Ping, actually you are the one who should take a breath here. It's a pity that since God became angry five years ago, this mist has disappeared. Otherwise, let your father take you to take a breath to ensure that you don't get sick within ten years. ." The young man's eyes fell on one of the children.

This boy is about five or six years old. His face is pale, his body is weak, and he is obviously much shorter than other children. He has an extremely handsome appearance. If he wasn't looking so sick and sick at this moment, he would definitely look as cute as a porcelain doll. He was wearing a Gebu shirt, and his eyes were showing excitement at this moment, and he said: "Brother Zhou, I will tell my father when I get back in a while and ask him to take me to see it.

The young man laughed and said: "Uncle Wang is a good carpenter, but now that the fog in the Qilian Mountains is gone, how can I take you there? If you ask me, you might as well learn from me. Let's practice swordsmanship every day and keep fit." , and when he grows up, he will wield a sword and walk in the river!"

The young man's lofty ambition made the eyes of the children around him look even more excited.

Just as the young man was getting excited, smoke curled up from the cooking fires in the mountain village, and calls came from every house.

The young man looked up and sighed: "Okay, today's martial arts conference will end first. After dinner, we can start it again."

With a trace of reluctance, the children dispersed. The child named Wang Ping walked towards the village. There was always excitement flashing in his eyes, and he sometimes looked back at Qilian Peak in the distance.

As they were walking, a big man came from the entrance of the village. This man was quite burly, holding a hunter's steel-forked arrow in his hand, and carrying a roe deer on his shoulder.

When the big man saw the child,

He smiled and said, "The little boy from the Wang family, are you going to hold some kind of martial arts conference with that kid from my family again?"

The child nodded shyly and said, "Hello, Uncle Zhou."

The big man's smile grew stronger, he touched the child's head and said with a smile: "Sure enough, he is a child from a craftsman family. Not only is he handsome, but he also knows more etiquette than that brat from my family.

You need to go home. Come on, Uncle Zhou will go with you to discuss something with your father. "

The child nodded quickly and walked towards home with the big man. Not long after, outside a simple house on the north side of the village, the child ran a few steps in and shouted: "Dad, Uncle Zhou is here.

A young man walked out of the house. This man had an ordinary appearance and looked nothing out of the ordinary. He was far from being as handsome as the child. Many times, standing next to the child, most people would think that they were not father and son.

The young man was wearing coarse clothes and his hands were calloused. He walked out of the room and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou, you have a good harvest today."

The child ran into the room, took out a white-flour steamed bun, came to the side of the young man, moved a small wooden stool, sat on the side, and started eating bite by bite.

The big man surnamed Zhou put the deer on his shoulder on the ground and laughed loudly: "Brothers from the Wang family, I met this deer when I went up the mountain today. The harvest was not bad."

The young man smiled very gently. He touched the head of the child next to him and said, "With Brother Zhou's martial arts skills, it is not difficult to take the head of a deer."

The big man from the Zhou family smiled and said: "Brother Wang, my boy is not young anymore. In two years I will give him a wife. This house will be built soon. It just lacks a set of home furnishings. That's it." I need to trouble Brother Wang."

Wang Lin said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, brother Zhou, just don't worry."

The big man from the Zhou family smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take this deer as a deposit first." After saying that, he clasped his fists and turned around to leave.

As soon as he left, the child on the stool immediately jumped up, quickly came to the side of the deer, and looked around.

"Dad, Uncle Zhou is really powerful this time. He actually hunted such a deer." Huhu's eyes showed softness and he smiled: "Don't look at it now, Ping'er, you should take medicine." The child sighed, He looked up at the young man. Said: "Dad, the medicine is very bitter."

The young man took out a bowl from the room. There was white liquid in it, but no breath came out. The child took it, frowned and drank it in one sip. After drinking, his little face was already wrinkled together, and he hurriedly ran to the side. At the water tank, I took it out and took a few sips to get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth.

"Dad, when will Ping'er stop taking medicine?" The child turned back to look at his father.

These father and son are Wang Lin and Wang Ping.

Wang Lin's eyes were soft and he said softly: "It's almost time.

Late at night, the moonlight fell on the earth, like a piece of silver gauze, and the coolness of the moonlit night spread, making the mountain village under the Qilian Peak quiet.

Except for a few slight barks from time to time, there was no sound.

In the house, Wang Ping has already fallen asleep. Although his face is pale, he sleeps very soundly. There is a smile on the corner of his mouth, which is obviously accompanied by sweet dreams.

Wang Lin was sitting on his knees. There was a flash of lightning between his eyebrows. He slowly raised his right hand, and the thunder light traveled along the center of his eyebrows and extended to the fingertips of his right hand.

Gently, Wang Lin's right hand pressed between the sleeping Wang Ping's eyebrows. Electric light instantly circulated throughout Wang Ping's body, and masses of black energy instantly emerged from the child's body and condensed on the skin.

Gradually, the black energy became more intense, rolling and surging in the electric light. Finally, suddenly, it rushed out of the body. Wang Lin quickly raised his right hand, and with one grab, all the black energy was caught by his right hand and condensed into A red ball of fog.

Make a fist with your right hand and crush the fog ball.

Wang Ping, who was sleeping soundly, had a slightly rosy face.

Looking at the child, Wang Lin sighed, stood up and covered the child with the kicked-off quilt, and then walked out of the house.

In the courtyard, the moonlight shone on Wang Lin's body, making his figure slightly lonely in the moonlight.

"Five years..." Wang Lin murmured softly.

Five years ago, Wang Lin returned to Ran Yunxing and came to live in Luoyue Village. The reason why he chose this place was because Luoyue Village was very similar to his hometown back then.

Wang Ping is the resentful baby. After taking the elixir left by Liu Mei and regulating it with Wang Lin's thunder power, the resentment in his body has dissipated a lot, and he can act like a normal child.

It's just that if he doesn't take medicine and sort out his grievances every day, he will still be the same as before. This requires a process before it can be completely eliminated.

Wang Ping's memory has been killed by Wang Lin, but he has been given a new life.

In this peaceful village, Wang Lin's heart also calmed down, far away from the killings and disputes, and he only had a peaceful life.

In this kind of life, Wang Lin lived a very practical life.

Just like his father, he made a living by carpentry. Just like his father's wish, if he failed in the imperial examination, he would become a carpenter and continue his father's career.

Various carpenter tools are placed in the yard, which is a reflection of the five years he lived here.

Every time he sees Wang Ping going out to play with children, Wang Lin will think of himself in those days. It was the same when he was so old. He would never come back until it was time to eat.

Under the moonlight, footsteps were heard outside the yard, and a staggering figure gradually approached.

"Child, are you asleep?" an old voice came in, followed by a slightly hunchbacked figure entering the yard.

Wang Lin nodded slightly and said nothing. The old figure entered the courtyard, and the moonlight fell on him. This person was Sun Tai.

Sun Tai looked older, and his face was full of wrinkles. In the third year after Wang Lin settled here, Sun Tai came here, like a lonely old man who was unwilling to leave alone before his death.

Sun Tai looked at the house under the moonlight with kindness in his eyes. He didn't know why, but he loved this child named Wang Ping very much.

"How long do you plan to stay with this child?" Sun Tai withdrew his gaze and said slowly. The death aura on his body became even stronger.

Wang Lin stood there for a long time, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and said softly: "Reincarnation...

"Reincarnation..." Sun Tai sighed softly and said, "Aren't you going to let him practice Taoism? With your cultivation, you can make this child's path to Taoism much easier, even better than that of the eldest son of some cultivating families. Have an advantage.”

"I won't let him practice Taoism, not even in his life!" Wang Lin said softly with a trace of despair in his eyes.

"This kid's talent is very good..." Sun Taichen said after a moment.

"I won't let him practice Taoism!" Wang Lin said calmly as the sunlight fell on Sun Tai, "Never!"

Cultivation, cultivation, cultivation to the end, what is left? Wang Lin asked himself that his life was unhappy and lonely. He would not let his children experience this path.

He understands too much about the residual enzymes, killings and dangers in the world of cultivation.

"Ping'er has experienced a lot of things that shouldn't happen. I named him Wang Ping because I hope that he can live a peaceful life like a mortal, marry a wife and have children, and spend his time quietly... practicing Taoism from now on. , don’t mention it again!” Wang Lin’s voice revealed a determination that cannot be changed and will not change!