Standing on the ladder that day, Wang Lin looked at Vermilion Star below. This star was already unfamiliar, and the mountains and rivers seemed to have changed a lot, vaguely no longer what they used to be.
There was greenery on the ground, but the grass was permeated, and as the wind blows from the sky, there seemed to be a faint fragrance permeating the sky and the earth.
"It's fun, how did it look so good here? You see there is a mountain statue, haha, the mountain statue is not well done, it's too rough, not as good as the clay figure that the king pinched." The lunatic clapped his hands, haha laughing out loud.
The four masters and apprentices in front of them were originally looking Zhuang Su. They stood on the ladder and bowed to the front stone statue. Hearing the words and laughter of the madman, except for the old man, his disciples turned back and glared, with contempt in their eyes.
This mountain statue is exactly the peak connected to the ladder. This peak is the highest peak of Vermilion Star. It was used by people with great magical powers, and it was based on the mountain as its body, which outlined a huge statue. The monk wearing a long robe, this monk pinches the tactics with his left hand, holds a huge sky-opening axe in his right hand, looks up at the sky, his expression reveals an invisible majesty, as if he wants to fight against the sky!
The place where the ladder connects is under the mountain statue. In this way, all monks who come to the Vermilion Star for a pilgrimage will see this huge mountain statue for the first time, and when they step into this star, due to the difference in height , As the distance gets closer and closer, the coercion will become stronger due to the height, and all the monks who have passed will be shaken, as if they were worshipping as they moved forward.
This statue is carved by Wang Lin!
It was Wang Lin during the first battle in the sea of clouds!
It's just that the face of the statue is slightly blurred for some reason, so it is difficult for outsiders to look carefully.
"This image is the first battle in the sea of clouds that year, when the ancestors of the Huoque clan were killed, the master Nanzhao stood at the gap of the great frontier, and used one person to fight against the army of invading monks from outside the world, making thousands of people A heroic posture that dare not take half a step!" The old man's words revealed the vicissitudes of life, causing the three disciples behind him to turn around and pay homage to the statue.
"After the First World War, the title of honor was so prominent in the world. People knew that he came from this Suzaku star. It was spontaneously composed of monks in my world. This highest mountain has been turned into a statue of the honorable person." The old man's voice echoed.
Wang Lin looked at the statue silently, shook his head slightly, and sighed inwardly. He vaguely remembered that the peaks here belonged to the Suzaku Kingdom and were the sacred land of the Suzaku Kingdom, but now they have changed.
Wang Lin didn’t want to see this change. He took a step forward, took the lunatic away and disappeared in front of the four masters and disciples. Youth, sneered.
"Such a vulgar person is also worthy to come to the pilgrimage to honor the hometown!"
The two people from the same door by his side nodded, glaring at the backs of Wang Lin and the two going away.
"The two of them are ruthless in the mouth of Vermilion Star, and they will definitely be punished, depending on how embarrassed they will be driven out of this star."
Wang Lin walked slowly in the sky, looking at the earth below, he became more and more unfamiliar. This unfamiliarity made him look more lonely, as if everything in the world had changed, only his heart remained the same. , But under the background of this change, it seems so lonely and lonely, out of place.
"It has changed too much... I no longer feel at home..." Wang Lin was silent, trying very hard to find even the slightest familiarity from the past, but his eyes fell on the ground, but he couldn't see it as he moved forward.
On Vermilion Star, many previous cultivation kingdoms have all changed. The monks of Vermilion Star have become a kingdom, and even the sect has become the nine major sects of Vermilion Star from the past.
These nine major gates occupies most of the area of Vermilion Star.
Wang Lin, who was moving forward, saw the soul-refining sect back then, and the kindness of the face in the past is still in his memory, but the location of the soul-refining sect is no longer true.
That mountain had disappeared and became a lake. There were many attics around the lake, and waves of spiritual power spread out, and it was another sect.
Situ Nan awakened here, and the domineering remark that kept the sky from raining still echoed in Wang Lin's ears, but right now, he couldn't find any familiar aura.
The troll clan of the past appeared in Wang Lin's gaze and changed. The entire area where the trolls are located has become a grassland. There are some nomadic mortals on the grassland, wearing simple clothes, or naked, and walking with the sheep in the cheerful and loud songs. .
There were also a few sturdy big dogs in the flock, barking from time to time during the run, mixed in the heroic songs, but without any disharmony, but merged together, leisurely whirling.
"Here... has also changed..." Wang Lin was melancholy, and walked slowly in this world in a daze. The lunatic was behind Wang Lin, and there was a rare silence. He could see the thick from Wang Lin's back. Alone and faintly, he also missed home.
The Snowy Country appeared in front of Wang Lin a long time later, and the snowy land of the past, like a silver-clad plain, was gone at this moment.
The snow melted a long time ago. Here, it has become a dense jungle, no longer what it looked like in the past. Even the cities of that year have been torn down and become ruins in the jungle, buried in the years. .
Also buried together was the special mortal city, where Wang Lin recorded nearly a hundred years of time, and all traces of the mortal child named Zeng Niu who grew up.
Looking at the jungle below in a daze, Wang Lin felt uncomfortable. He felt unspeakable. He faintly felt that this place was no longer his home...
This Suzaku star, he couldn't find anything familiar.
There is no familiarity, only memories are left, just like a wanderer who returned to his hometown when he was old and found that everything here is so strange. The strangeness makes him want to cry, and the strangeness makes him sad and strange. He couldn't find... home.
Wang Lin had also returned to Vermilion Star before and had seen changes, but it was not like what he is now, almost earth-shaking. This change was too sudden, and he couldn't and too late to adapt. He didn't even dare to disperse his spiritual knowledge, to see all of the Vermilion Star at once, to Zhao Country, to his parents' grave...
He was afraid that he would continue to see strangers there, and continue to see the shadow that made him lonely, and that left him with only memories, without the loneliness of home.
He was also afraid to see the Xiu Mohai Cave where he once lived with Li Muwan, and to see the warm valley, he was afraid that even these would be lost.
Looking at the jungle below, Wang Lin silently walked into it, seeming to be looking for something. In the end, among the dense forests, he pushed aside the leaves blocking his eyes, facing the sun, and saw the remains of a city.
A few small beasts shuttled through the wreckage of the weedy city, among the collapsed houses. With Wang Lin's arrival, these little beasts seemed to be frightened and ran away one after another.
Wang Lin walked inside the wreckage of the city, looking for it. He seemed to have a faint familiarity, and faintly as if he was about to grasp the familiarity, but after a while, the familiarity collapsed silently, and he stared at the wreckage blankly. A huge deep hole in front of him, it was this deep hole that ruined his familiarity that had just risen, and buried the street where he lived.
After being there for a long time, Wang Lin sighed lightly, turned and walked away.
He went to Xiu Mohai, and the entire Xiu Mohai is no longer there. Although the fog dissipated, there was still a huge basin. Now it was filled with people and became one of the nine sects of the mountain gate area.
The cave where he and Li Muwan lived back then was naturally gone. Wang Lin looked at all of this from the sky and felt a pain in his heart. He wanted to take a look at the cave, take a look at the huge dragon body, take a look at the place where Li Muwan's hard work was left behind.
Sadly, turned around.
Unknowingly, Wang Lin came to the valley where Li Muwan once made him feel warm, and the beauty of Li Muwan slowly grew old. There was also the place where Zhou Ru grew up.
It’s just that even this place has been wiped out, and it has become an inland sea, very beautiful and beautiful, but it has given Wang Lin even more stinging pain...
"It's gone..."
The various changes of Suzaku star seem to be more beautiful than before, but such beauty is just the appearance. Such a Suzaku star is definitely not what Wang Lin wants!
The people of the world just know that this is his exalted hometown and want to transform it into a holy land, but they don't understand that such a holy land is empty, is it what Wang Lin wants...
All this is just external dust, Wang Lin is not the kind of exaggerated cultivation that shows unexpectedly and cares about personal reputation. He is an ordinary person, a little monk who is still the same even if he becomes a nobleman. .
He just wants a home, a hometown where he can be calm and silently remembered. He just wants to find even a little, even a little familiarity, so that this familiarity can give him the warmth of two thousand years of cold cultivating. It's a warm...
But now, this warmth has become a luxury. He wanted to find it, but he couldn't find a little bit along the way.
lonely. Wang Lin turned around, looked at the madman following him in confusion, and whispered, "Why is this happening..."
"This king thinks it's pretty, hehe..." The madman grinned silly.
Wang Lin was silent. He looked at the sky. After a long time, he gave a long sigh, took a step forward, and left here with the lunatic, and went to what he least dared to go or see... The real home, the country of Zhao in the past!
In the sky, Wang Lin looked at Zhao Guo below, his eyes blurred.
"Here, it hasn't changed..."
In front of the world, he is a venerable and admired by Wan Xiu, but at this moment, he is just a wanderer who has returned to his hometown. He is just an old man who wants to see the familiar traces of the past...
Below him, in Zhao's house, one old, three young and four cultivators also came here.
"This place is where Feng Zun grew up when he was young..." The old voice echoed slowly.