That is almost himself!
This wild poetry, the young man drinking a toast, his appearance is almost exactly the same as Wang Lin! !
The only difference is the traces of time. Although Wang Lin looks like a young man, he is actually more than two thousand years old. He is naturally filled with the taste of time.
It's just that this drinking youth is full of vitality and vitality. No matter how you look at it, he is just a mortal in his thirties!
Wang Lin was stunned, watching the boat gradually approaching, and watching the young man on the boat put down the wine glass, raised his hand to wipe off the wine marks on the corner of his mouth.
"Okay, the poem of the son is really extraordinary. From a small point of view, this word should only be found in the sky, but it is hard to hear in the world. Okay, wonderful!" The young man was followed by a follower, who looked about forty. , With a look of admiration on his face, shook his head and said.
"Bullshit, this is obviously a poem left by the ancients. Let you say it like this, as if my son had done it himself." The young man showed a smile on his face, picked up a fan on the wine table in front of him, and pointed to the entourage. .
The entourage smiled and didn't mind. He raised his head and looked around and sighed: "My son, we don't have much money. Renting a boat on the Sioux City River Road is very expensive. It has been four days. It’s better to rush to Jingli earlier..."
The young man shook his head, and someone next to him refilled the wine. He took a sip and was about to speak. Suddenly he had a meal, and his gaze immediately fell on the river bridge in front of him.
On the bridge, Wang Lin stood there, silently concentrating his eyes with this young man for an instant.
The young man shook his body, his complexion immediately changed, his eyes were surprised, he gently put down his wine glass, stood up, and fisted Wang Lin on the bridge from a distance, and said loudly: "This brother, I have time to come over. Have a drink?"
The shock of Wang Lin's mind gradually subsided at this moment. He looked at the strange glow of the building, and his body stepped forward. The whole person was like a leaf wrapped in the wind, and fell on the boat.
The Lenten entourage next to the young man suddenly raised his eyes, staring straight at Wang Lin with a look of disbelief. He was surprised not only by Wang Lin's actions, but also by Wang Lin's appearance. , Almost exactly the same as his son!
When he landed on the boat, Wang Lin didn't speak, and sat down directly opposite the young man.
The young man looked at Wang Lin carefully, and the more he looked, the more he was surprised. The other person's appearance was so much like himself. He hesitated, sat down, and ordered his entourage to prepare other wine utensils.
Not long after, the entourage took out a clean wine glass and put it on the table, and filled it up personally. When pouring the wine, his eyes were still on Wang Lin, and he secretly declared himself surprised.
"Xiongtai's appearance is quite similar to that of the next. I have met many people in the lower reaches of learning, but I have never met such a similar friend. I dare to ask who is Xiongtai's last name, can you tell?" The young man's face She smiled and asked with curiosity.
Wang Lin didn't speak, there was always contemplation in his eyes, he picked up the wine glass and drank it alone.
Seeing that Wang Lin didn't reply, the young man didn't mind, so he personally picked up the flask and filled it up for Wang Lin again.
The sound of the rushing water beside the boat came in softly. Gradually, the boat crossed the stone bridge along the river course and slowly rowed towards the distance. The singing and dancing on the bow of the boat were still there, but the admirer was Always silent.
Wang Lin was drinking a cup of wine, the thoughts and contemplations in his eyes turned into wisps of chaos, stirring his mind, making him tasteless when he drank the wine.
"What the hell is going on... Fang Zhilian in this trial, why did such a person appear... Not only does this person look the same as me, but also his soul..." Wang Lin frowned and drank again. Had a glass of wine.
The young man always smiled and stopped speaking, but the entourage beside him pouted and underestimated his heart.
"This is the old sweet-scented osmanthus wine from Sioux City. It's very expensive..."
Gradually, night fell, and a slightly cold wind blew across the river. It swept across the boat. The singer and dancers on the bow of the boat had already retreated, leaving only Wang Lin, the young man, and his entourage. people.
The moonlight slowly filled the earth and reflected in the river water. As the breeze passed by, the water surface shimmered, which looked very beautiful.
The follower looked impatient, and sometimes raised his head to look at the sky. After a while, he couldn't help it. He bent down and lowered his head to drag the young man's shirt, winking.
The young man shook his head and smiled and ignored it.
This follower smiled bitterly, and whispered: "My son, if you go further, you will have to pay more boat fares... and this wine, it's almost gone..."
"Drink mine." The color of contemplation in Wang Lin's eyes gradually dissipated, and he flipped his right hand and took out a hip flask. This flask is not dragon blood, but it is not an ordinary wine. If mortal drinks it, it can prolong life and be wise. Wide open.
Seeing that Wang Lin had somehow transformed a hip flask, the entourage almost stared out in his eyes again, showing a look of shock, but he didn't dare to urge his son again.
After pouring a glass for himself, Wang Lin put the jug on the table, took the glass, took a sip, looked up at the sky, and suddenly said: "This is Zhao Guo..."
The young man was also shocked by the scene when Wang Lin took out the hip flask. After a long time, he took a deep breath and nodded.
"Senior is... a fairy?"
"You grew up in a mountain village. Your father, Wang Tianshui, is the second child in your family. He is a carpenter... Mother Zhou Yingsu, from Zhoujiazhuang, has studied in private schools for several years. When you were young, you were a mother who was enlightened and started to read and read..." Wang Lin held the wine glass and whispered to himself.
These words, like thunder fell on the young man's ears, and he stayed there as a whole.
Wang Lin sighed long, put down the wine glass, glanced at the young man with a complicated look, and whispered, "The life you choose, just go on..."
After that, Wang Lin stood up and looked at the sky for a round of bright moon. Everything in front of him was blurred, and at this moment, it disappeared cleanly, and everything became clear.
Taking a step towards the river, he headed straight to the sky, like a step, gradually drifting away.
On the boat, the follower trembled and sat slumped to the side, with horror in his eyes, staring at Wang Lin's leaving figure blankly, and trembled: "Really... Really a fairy... Young Master, really a fairy. My son, your dream is real!!"
The young man stared at the sky in a daze. After a long time, he exhaled and glanced down at the hip flask on the table, with a deep puzzlement in his eyes.
Wang Lin was in the sky, looking at the earth below. He was familiar with the appearance of this earth. It was clearly exactly the same as Zhao Guo and Vermilion Star.
"This person tried the trial. I entered with my soul. I thought the test was to ask the same question as the Heavenly Fate Star, but I didn't expect that this place was not the question, but the heart demon..."
Wang Lin sighed secretly, with complexity in his eyes.
"I'm tired of cultivating the Tao... Otherwise, how could I imagine a phantom soul who has walked out of another kind of life..." Wang Lin was silent.
"Compared with the question of Tian Yunxing, this time I clearly know my existence, that all of this is illusory, that I have entered with my soul, and I know even more that the purpose of my coming here... I am going to ignite that The fragrance of the human face..." Wang Lin raised his head with a hint of inexplicable melancholy. He had just seen all the vagueness of the world, and he already understood the first level, where the fragrance of the human face, and How to ignite.
If he wants to, he can light the first incense now.
"It's just that I want to take another look before this incense... They... and her..." Wang Lin's eyes showed a trace of loneliness and inevitable sorrow. He knew that all of this was fake, and it was in his soul. Transformation, the human side is illusory, but still can't help it, taking all this as real, and wanting to take a look, has become his life's untouchable, untouchable... she.
"Just take a look, and I will light this person's Fang Xiang..." Wang Lin stepped forward, disappearing without a trace.
On the Great Star, the eyes of tens of thousands of people condensed on the back of the illusory giant tortoise, under the first incense stick, raised a hand on it, motionless figure.
A light breeze blew up the figure's long hair and clothes, and the clothes fluttered.
There was a trace of anxiety in the old Suzaku's eyes, looking at the figure, the color of anxiety became even stronger.
"Why is it so slow... The first incense is ignited. This cultivation base should have been completed long ago. I expected him to ignite at most two minutes, and one scent will be exhausted. It is already over an hour, this one. The hour is equivalent to most of the day inside. Could it be that this son has cultivated the Tao for thousands of years and still doesn't want to see through it, but he can't return to his hometown!"
Simozi sneered with a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth, staring at the figure under the incense, and said inwardly: "This is the first incense, and he has already appeared weak. This little bastard will definitely not pass the trial. With the face of so many monks, the first young emperor will also lose face..."
The Yunluo Dasi Xiu frowned, his right hand hidden in his sleeve, pinching the Jue faster, it seemed that its deduction had reached a critical moment.
At this moment, the old Suzaku stared at the eyes of the figure under the incense, and suddenly condensed, not only him, but most of the monks here, clearly saw the right hand on the first incense stick and closed his eyes. From his eyes in white clothes, two rows of crystal tears slowly flowed down.
"The soul returns to its hometown... If the soul is sad, it returns to the body, and tears shed... It's a lonely person..." The Lan Meng Dao Zun's eyes fell on the tears, and he whispered to himself.
In the fantasy world of Renfang, Wang Lin stood under Hengyue Mountain, looking at the mountain village in front of him, and turned away, tears streaming down his eyes.
Burning in the country, Luohe Gate.
In the alchemy room at Houshan, a young girl in the blooming season frowned, looking at the black smoked alchemy furnace and the frowning middle-aged woman beside the alchemy furnace, and whispered: "Master, Wan'er didn't make it..."
"Okay, okay, every time you look like this pitiful, you go to the back of Yaofeng to pick some water moongrass for your teacher, and I will see if I can refine this pill again." The middle-aged woman Glancing at the girl.
The girl looked cute and stretched out her small tongue, and hurriedly ran out of the altar room with an open eyebrow.