Renegade Immortal

The light shines like a shuttle, the years go by, spring goes and autumn comes, and another five years have passed.

This year's winter came very early. Before winter, a heavy snow fell on the ground, freezing some dead leaves still on the branches. When the snowy wind blew, the dead leaves fell to the ground together with the snowflakes. .

Just like a person's longevity, no matter how reluctant he is to leave, no matter how unwilling to go back, when the snowy wind blows, he has to go with the wind.

In the past five years, three old people have died in the village, and three new lives have been born.

It's like reincarnation, turning around without people realizing it.

Sun Tai is getting older and older. His house is next to Wang Lin's house. This house is not big, but it is shrouded in curtains. Just like a mortal who knows his destiny, he does not like the throne of the divine seal in the room all day long. Instead, I sat in the yard, looked at the sky, and accompanied myself with the glory in my memory.

Wang Ping is ten years old, but compared to other children of the same age in the village, Wang Ping looks as thin as seven or eight years old, but his little face is no longer as pale as it was five years ago, but slightly color.

Ten-year-old Wang Ping is extremely handsome. The residents in the village are very fond of this well-behaved and beautiful child, the God Seal Throne. Among his playmates, many little girls are attracted to this boy from the carpenter's family in the village. , full of good feelings.

The heavy snowfall in the early morning made it slightly colder. Sun Tai sat peacefully in the yard, wearing a thick leather jacket, looking at the sky with memories in his eyes.

Next to him, Wang Ping, also wearing thick cotton clothes, stared blankly at the sky.

"Ping'er, why didn't you go to accompany your father and instead came to the old man's place?" Sun Tai's eyes showed kindness and he looked down at Wang Ping. For this child, he really liked the Divine Seal Throne. If Wang Lin had not said that he would not let this child practice Taoism, he would have really wanted to teach him all he had learned in his life.

"If you don't go back, Aunt Zhang is here again." Wang Ping pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly. Ersun Tai smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, kid, your father won't agree." "Not necessarily. Grandpa Sun, look at it. In the past three years, I have counted how many times Aunt Zhang has come. It’s twelve times in total! Twelve times. Most of the sisters and aunties in this village have fallen in love with me. Where is dad?" Wang Ping frowned and said with his fingers.

Sun Tai laughed dumbly, looked outside the yard, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about your father's affairs. Look, the second girl of the Zhou family outside seems to be looking for you." Wang Ping was startled, and looked up outside the yard. On the snow, I saw a little girl of seven or eight years old, with a red face, gradually approaching.

"Brother Wang Quan, are you there?" The girl's clear voice came from outside the yard.

Wang Ping frowned,

He said loudly: "I'm not here, please leave quickly!" With that, he simply walked out of the yard, without even looking at the girl with moisture in her eyes, and ran towards his home.

When Sun Tai saw this, he couldn't help but laugh, and the kindness in his eyes became even stronger.

At this moment, Wang Lin, unlike Sun Tai, frowned and looked at the young woman in front of him who kept talking, with a wry smile on his face.

In the past five years, Wang Lin has looked a little older, just like when he became a mortal. In order not to shock the world, his appearance gradually no longer looks young, but has entered the middle age. It is the color of vicissitudes in his eyes that makes him, although he is middle-aged. Years old, but there is a strange temperament that permeates the air.

"Brother Wang, you see, Ping'er is already ten years old. This child's life is miserable. He has no mother by his side. You have to think about it not only for yourself, but also for your child. The daughter of the Zhao family at the entrance of the village is a yellow flower girl. She is willing to do so. She is with you, and she also promised to treat the child as if she were her own, what else are you dissatisfied with?" The young woman looked quite pretty, looked at Wang Lin, and said earnestly.

The smile on Wang Lin's face grew wider, and he said calmly: "Let's forget about this matter." "Oh, brother Wang, why are you so bothered? I know that you are infatuated with Ping'er's mother, so you have never married again. But you have to live this life. You said you have been here for ten years. When you first came, you brought a baby with you. At that time, I was not married yet, but now look at my family. The baby is eight years old." The young woman continued without giving up.

At this moment, Wang Ping opened the door fiercely and walked in. He glared at the young woman and sat aside without saying anything.

Seeing that the young woman wanted to say more, Wang Ping said loudly: "Dad, I'm hungry!" Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's let this matter go." The young woman sighed, shook her head and said, "Forget it. If you don't want to, you can't force it, but brother Wang, if you have something you like, remember to tell me." After saying that, she looked back at Wang Ping and reached out to touch Wang Ping's head. .

Wang Ping snorted and ducked back.

The young woman smiled and said: "This child has a bad temper. Let's learn from your father. Your father's temper was one of the best in our village at that time. Otherwise, why would there be so many eldest girls coming to our door?" she said. , turned and left.

After the young woman left, Wang Pingwen said in a low voice: "Dad, you." Before he could finish speaking, Wang Lin smiled slightly and said: "...Children, don't think too much. Your Aunt Zhang also has good intentions. Come and take medicine. ." Wang Ping opened his big eyes, looked at his father, and said with a pout: "But she wanted to find a stepmother for Ping'er. The father of Erhuzi in the village found a stepmother for Erhuzi. As a result, Erhu My son never had enough to eat every day, and he was always being scolded.

Wang Lin laughed dumbly, touched Wang Ping's head, and said with a smile: "Okay, I promise you, I won't find a stepmother for you, okay, take medicine." Wang Ping happily picked up the bowl and drank the contents in one gulp. After drinking the medicinal soup, this time, I didn't feel bitter, but felt a little sweet. This sweetness came from my heart and my attachment to my father.

"Dad, with Ping'er by your side, you won't be lonely. When Ping'er grows up, he will serve you until you grow old." Wang Ping put down the bowl and looked at Wang Lin seriously.

Wang Lin smiled, patted Wang Ping's head, walked out of the room, and took a broom to clear the snow in the yard. After all the snow in the yard was cleared, he took the tools and started carpentry work.

Wang Ping saw his father at the window and paused for a moment. His memory was very good, far beyond that of other children of the same age. He always clearly remembered that when he was four years old, he accidentally asked his father. Where is your mother?

At that time, his father's expression was very strange. He didn't understand the meaning of that expression. But now that he has grown up, he understands that that expression is called depression. He is a sensible child. From then on, he never asked again. Everything about my mother.

After the onset of winter, heavy snow continued one after another. The cold winter came, and the people in the village even moved less. The cold winter months passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, the spring breeze came, gradually sweeping away the coldness of this winter.

The private chasm in front of the village is also opened in spring, and it is here that the children in the village study and learn to read.

The days passed by like this, like clear water, without any waves. It was calm, but there was warmth, washing Wang Lin's tired soul.

As Wang Ping grew up day by day, Wang Lin no longer persistently pursued enlightenment about the way of heaven, but silently watched Wang Ping with a father's mentality.

In the past ten years, except for driving away Wang Ping's resentment every night, he had not used any magical powers, and seemed to have forgotten everything.

However, in this forgetfulness, a sense of life in the cycle of life and death was silently condensing in Wang Lin's heart, and gradually became deeper as Wang Ping grew up.

In the cycle of life and death, Wang Lin has a very profound understanding of the various changes in death, but the breath of this life is to feel the martial arts, the holy king, the creation of the holy king, the night killing god, the divine seal, the throne, the demon, the arrogance of the world, the strongest abandoned young master, the great Zhou royal family The king will kill the god and seal the throne at night. Asking for the demon and the most powerful and abandoned boy in the ninth level of the world. There are not many people who want to beg the Demon Arrogant Ninth Level Heaven's Strongest Abandoned Young Master, the Great Zhou Royal Family. As time goes by, his Taoist heart is slowly moving toward perfection while relieving his fatigue.

Perfecting life and death is the cycle of cause and effect. Wang Lin's Taoist thoughts slowly sublimated in this dullness. If any monks with great supernatural powers saw this transition, they would be shocked, because this change is not Simple, but a drastic change in artistic conception.

Artistic conception is a unique magical power that monks realize after the fairy world is broken. It can even be said that the Tao that monks practice is transformed from artistic conception. When looking at its roots, it is all deeply related to this artistic conception.

Therefore, the artistic conception is almost fixed for every monk, and it is rare for the artistic conception to be sublimated. The reason why Liu Mei was favored by the ancestor of the Huan family was precisely because his artistic conception showed signs of sublimation, so the elder of the Huan family was attracted by it. Zu did not hesitate to give up searching for the Tianni Bead in the Cultivation Alliance, but immediately took Liu Mei back to the Huan Family. The fundamental reason for this was that in addition to wanting to devour it, more importantly, he was afraid that such a person would be snatched away!

Wang Lin is walking on this path at the moment, just because he does not understand life enough in the artistic conception of reincarnation. Therefore, even though there are signs of sublimation to the path of cause and effect, he has never completely changed.

In this way, the excess at this moment is an extremely critical point in Wang Lin's lifelong cultivation, and even determines the process of his future achievements.

Wang Lin seemed to understand these things, but if he had a choice, he would never trade such a small life for such an opportunity that any monk would long for.

Spring passed and autumn came, and another six years passed. In the autumn of this year, Sun Tai's deadline seemed to come a little earlier, and it arrived strangely.

When he was lying in his house, only Wang Lin and his son saw him off.

At this moment, he felt like the early heavy snowfall six years ago, which blew away the leaves unwilling to fall and took away a trace of the soul of a foreign country.

Wang Ping is already sixteen years old. He looks more and more like Liu Mei. With this kind of appearance, born in a boy, he is extremely handsome.

It's just that his eyes are like Wang Lin's, pure and clear in black and white. After sixteen years of growth, he is wise and understands a lot. Just like Grandpa Sun in front of him, he has obviously known his father a long time ago. And it was obvious that he was extremely respectful to his father. Although this kind of respect was never shown in words or on the surface, Wang Ping could clearly detect the aura in his bones.

"Sun Tai, I will do what I promised you back then." Wang Lin looked even older. He looked at Sun Tai calmly on the bed and said slowly. "I guess there are some Taoist friends who don't like God." The quiet plot of "The Seal of the Throne" is just that in the world of Xianxia, ​​such a plot is unique to Xian Ni. Take your time, it is a kind of life.