The sound of rapid coughing broke the silence in the courtyard. The sound was very old, and it seemed that it had reached the dying year of the wind. As the sound came out, even the wind outside seemed to grow louder.
The roaring waves made the lanterns outside the courtyard sway more violently, as if there was a breath coming from the dark and coming with the wind.
While shaking the two strings of lanterns, they must rush into this courtyard and take away a returning soul who has struggled so far...
As the lantern swayed, I could faintly see it, in red cinnabar, with the word "Sun" written on it.
Sun family!
These few shattered silent coughs caused a lot of footsteps in the courtyard, but saw many servants hurriedly rushing to a very ordinary house in the depths of the courtyard.
At this moment, outside the house, there were already three old men standing there anxiously, and behind the three old men, there were many grandchildren.
"What are you panicking, the old body can't die..." A hoarse voice came from the house, revealing a deep exhaustion.
"Old ancestor..." One of the three elders outside the door, with an anxious expression, stepped forward in a low voice as if to speak.
At this moment, the sound of horseshoes suddenly came from a distance outside the courtyard. In this dark night, the sound was very obvious. It soon got closer and closer, but it was seen outside the courtyard. In the streets of, several war horses roared in. On the front horse, sat a middle-aged man. This man was wearing armor and his expression was not angry. On the horse next to him, a hat fell and his hair fell. The old man who was blown away by the wind.
The old man's face was pale, and the speed of the horse under him was too fast, making his eyes look scared.
In front of the courtyard, these horses screamed to a halt, the middle-aged man dismounted, grabbed the old man, and went straight to the courtyard like the wind, galloping all the way to the outside of the house.
"Old ancestor, Dao Sun invited the best doctor, and he will definitely treat the ancestor."
"Naughty, I've been crippled for thousands of years, and now the limit is approaching, how can such mortal healers be able to heal it!" When the hoarse voice came out from the house, he started to cough again.
Amidst the tension of the people outside, the door of the house opened from the inside, and an old lady with pale hair slowly walked out with the support of two maids.
"I called you all today because the old man knew that he would not survive for seven days, and I was a little worried about waiting. However, apart from the old man, there are no other cultivators in my grandson family. This will save you from the cruelty of the realm of cultivation. Remember, future generations, don’t cultivate the Tao, and enjoy wealth in this mortal world is the best choice. You can remember the words of the old man!" The old woman stared suddenly as she coughed. Two brilliant lights swept over these descendants and grandchildren in front of them one by one.
A coercion spread from her body and enveloped everyone, causing the Sun family members, including the middle-aged man in armor, to kneel down together, with a panic expression, and hurriedly said yes.
"Just remember, just remember... It's all gone, let me be quiet..." The light in the old woman's eyes gradually dimmed. Although she was old, she could still see that when she was young, she should be a Beautiful people, and like to teach others.
With her words, these kneeling children and grandchildren dared to leave one after another. Even the servants and the maids beside the old woman also dispersed, shrouded in the house in the night, and slowly calmed down.
The old woman sighed, and slowly sat on a stone chair aside, looking at the cloudy moon in the sky, and recalling the past.
"When people are old, they always like to remember... Even if they are going to die, they can't change the problem of teaching others. Speaking of which, in my life, there are not many people who have taught..." The old woman gradually emerged in her mind. .
That person, she thought she was a little monk who didn't practice hard, was very angry about his lazy practice, and taught many times.
In the memory, a smile appeared on the old woman's face, she was very happy. In her memory, she found the happiness of the waning years.
Outside the courtyard, under the lantern, in the autumn wind, a figure in white clothes appeared there for unknown time.
Wang Lin looked at the courtyard in front of him. After he came to Ran Yunxing, in his divine consciousness, there was only such a former deceased in the whole world, a very interesting little monk who was disguised as a man.
This person back then, every time he met himself when he returned to the cave, he would rigorously teach him to concentrate on cultivating the Tao, so that he would have the day to gain the Tao.
Wang Lin could see that the words of the other party were sincere. Compared with the cruel world of cultivation, this feeling was very unique and made Wang Lin feel warm.
Therefore, this person, he always remembers.
Unexpectedly, when returning to this star after a thousand years, the only remaining deceased is the woman of that year.
With a smile on his face, Wang Lin walked to the courtyard gate under the two strings of lanterns. With the sound of footsteps echoing, he strolled away, slowly approaching the depths of the courtyard and outside the ordinary house.
I saw the old man who was sitting there and counting his memories, the sister-in-law Sun Ling, or in other words, Sun Ling.
Wang Lin's arrival, like a mortal, heard waves of footsteps. He didn't hide anything, nor would he hide anything.
"Didn't you say it, let the old man be quiet!" The old woman frowned, did not turn around, but scolded.
"Farewell for a thousand years, do you want to let me go as soon as I arrive?" Wang Lin said softly with a smile.
His voice fell into the old woman's ears, and the old woman was taken aback for a moment. She turned to look at Wang Lin not far behind her. Under this moment, her whole body trembled.
"Xu Mu..." The old woman looked at Wang Lin, a smile appeared on her face after a long time.
"When did you come back..." The old woman did not lose her mind like Yan Leizi and the others did, and quickly recovered. Although her longevity is not as good as Yan Leizi and the others, and her cultivation level is much worse, she only has seven days now. Life, I have seen everything, at this moment there is only the joy of seeing the deceased, nothing else.
"Shortly after I came back, I passed by here to see if there are any deceased people." Wang Lin sat opposite the old woman, looking at her like a friend.
In Wang Lin's eyes, the gender of this person is not important. He and her are not the relationship between men and women, but the friendship of old friends. Both men and women are all memories of the year.
That night, Wang Lin was very happy. The words of him and Sun Ling echoed in this courtyard, and sometimes he could hear that Sun Ling, although old and hoarse, sounded like a silver bell smile to Wang Lin thousands of years ago. Voice.
Fengzhu Molu’s old friend came, even the chill of the autumn breeze slowly dissipated, blowing on the body like a spring breeze, making people feel warm.
The moonlight gradually dimmed, and a white edge like a fish belly appeared on the horizon, which gradually extended, like the eye of the sky and the earth, slowly opening while closing.
"Is it really decided?" Wang Lin said softly when the white side of the day was filled.
"There is life and death. I am already very tired in this life. Even if I survive, it will be meaningless. It's better to leave..." Sun Ling said softly, looking at Wang Lin with a smile on his face.
"If you change your mind, you can take this pill." Wang Lin looked calm, took out a pill and put it aside, got up with a sigh, glanced at the old woman again, and walked out of the courtyard without looking back.
Sun Ling watched Wang Lin's departed back gradually drifting away, and there was a trance in front of his faint eyes, as if he had returned to the year, sitting cross-legged outside the big rock that manages the cave mansion, coldly teaching this young man who has gone out all day and rarely retreats. .
"Do you know what is the most important thing for a person of cultivation, I tell you, the most important thing is hard work!"
"Although your qualifications are not good, but if you are diligent and there is still a day of progress, I have been guarding the house for many years. I have seen that many monks have reached the level of transformation of gods. They have never been like you in this house. I gave up early in the morning and went out to hang out."
The smile on the old woman's face became thicker, but under that smile, there was a faint blush.
The sun in the morning, spilt down on the earth, took away the indifference of the night, even the cold of the autumn wind seemed to be much less, with a trace of warmth.
The yellow, red, and withered leaves flutter in the wind in this world. It looks very beautiful.
In this autumn wind, Wang Lin slowly set foot on the highest mountain of the star. He did not use mana, but walked up step by step like a mortal.
Just like back then, he brought Wang Ping to conquer this mountain!
In a rushing river, Wang Lin stood by the river, his eyes falling far away.
In the sea, a lone boat was walking alone, and Wang Lin stepped on the lone boat, facing the roar of the waves, looking at the sky and the earth.
"Ping'er, the mountain is like a proud bone, the river is like a heart, the river is like a heart, and the heart of Hai Ruo. For the father to lead you to conquer this mountain, is to let you have the proud, not succumbing to the world, not succumbing to fate, anywhere, Keep your head up, proud!
To take you to conquer this river is to make you understand the endless flow of this great river, which contains a firm belief. If there is no belief, this river cannot flow. If there is no belief, a person can live just as a walking dead!
For the father to lead you to conquer this sea, is to let you have that sea-like heart, all the ups and downs, when you see this sea, what is it! "
Wang Lin has walked through mountains, rivers, and seas, through plains, through jungles, and through the footsteps of Wang Ping. Although he is an ancient god of seven stars, even though he is outside the world, even though he will be in the future. , He will be famous in the world and become a great person.
But he is still a father...
A mortal who missed his son Wang Ping at this moment...
Returning to his hometown, recalling his thoughts, with melancholy, feeling Wang Ping’s soul in the Tian Ni beads in his body, with white hair, a declining and lonely figure, Wang Lin left Ran Yunxing, who gave him an unforgettable memory for a century. Gradually gone. There was only a melancholy sigh that echoed in this world for a long time.
Ran Yunxing, as the name suggests, Ran is shape, meaning of willow down, like clouds slowly falling and dissipating from the horizon, old Ran Ran it is coming...