Wang Lin didn't seem to notice the coming of the old man. He stroked the tombstone and knelt in front of the tomb. The tombstone was very cold, and the chill passed into his hands, but it turned into a trace of warmth, warming his mind.
Tears dripped down the cheeks to the ground, on the grave, and slowly dampened the grave soil, seeming to melt in and flow into the parents.
The coldness in the hands, the warmth in the heart, the tears in the eyes and the dampness on the grave soil made Wang Lin and the tomb of his parents seem to merge into one at this moment.
This kind of fusion reveals an indescribable taste.
The old man above the sky, staring at all this in a daze, his heart roared, like countless thunders, his body trembling faintly, there was a guess in his mind, and this guess made his eyes excited.
There is only one person who can be qualified to kneel in front of this grave, who can be qualified to shed tears in front of this tomb, and who can be qualified to say the word father and mother, and that is the honor!
In Wang Lin's body, there seemed to be a soft light faintly looming over the tomb. He didn't know it, knelt there and kept tears, looking sadly at the name of his parents on the tombstone.
But when the old man saw it, he took a deep breath. He didn't know if it was an illusion. In front of his eyes, Wang Lin suddenly appeared on the left side of a imaginary woman.
This figure is very weak, like the wind will dissipate. She has long hair and can't see clearly, but she can feel the same sadness from her body.
She stood beside Wang Lin silently, looked at the tomb, and also knelt down.
From a distance, this illusory woman and Wang Lin, like a husband and wife, worshipped in front of their parents' tomb.
In a blink of an eye, on the right side of Wang Lin, under the old man's gaze, an illusory figure appeared again. This figure was a young man, who looked about twenty years old, and his appearance was extremely similar to Wang Lin. The moment this young man appeared, the third phantom shadow appeared beside him, this was a woman.
They looked at the tomb with sad expressions, and then knelt down together.
This scene, like a family of four, is warm and at the same time, but there is also an inexplicable bitterness that dissipates in the old man's mind.
At this moment, there was a whistling sound in the sky in the distance, but the lunatic came with a laugh, and three disciples of the old man were chasing after him.
Everyone came to the sky above the old house in an instant.
As soon as the old man’s three disciples yelled at him, they were immediately thrown by his master’s sleeves, and directly swept the three of them around. Under their eyes, the three of them immediately stopped shouting and bowed their heads in silence, but bowed their heads. At that moment, he saw Wang Lin kneeling down in front of the tomb.
The lunatic ran far away, and when he looked back, no one was chasing him, he scratched his head and fell into the yard next to the old house below. He saw Wang Lin kneeling not far away and ran to the front. He whispered, and circling Wang Lin a few times, he faintly saw the three illusory shadows beside Wang Lin.
Wang Lin turned a deaf ear to all this, he knelt there silently, stroking the tombstone, as if stroking the old faces of his parents.
At this moment, the sky and the earth became dark, and as the sunset gradually fell, the formation of the entire Zhao Kingdom flashed violently, but I saw the many great magical monks of Vermilion Star who had sensed the fluctuation of the formation before, and turned into more than a dozen at this moment. Dao Changhong whizzed and rushed into this formation in a blink of an eye. After entering the country of Zhao, he seemed to be aware of it and came straight to the place where Wang Lin was.
The gloomy sky was immediately swept across by the changhong, and many monks appeared in the changhong. They appeared in the air one after another, staring at Wang Lin who was kneeling below in front of the tomb.
There are some people who are native cultivators of Vermilion Star. They have met with Wang Lin. At this moment, after seeing Wang Lin who was kneeling in front of the tomb in such an environment, they immediately recognized Wang Lin's identity!
"Feng Zun!!!"
"Wang Lin!!!"
Exclamations came from the monks who recognized Wang Lin, causing a commotion, like a storm, causing all the coming monks to shake their bodies, their expressions showing shock, and even more unbelievable excitement.
The three disciples of the old man were even more stunned. They didn't expect that the person who walked with the madman, the person whom they talked about vulgarity, would actually be the honorable person!
At this moment, the mind was blank, the three of them had forgotten to think and stayed there.
When the sky was bright in the distance, a red cloud whizzed in. It was approaching here in a blink of an eye. A person walked out of the cloud and mist. This person was an old man. He was wearing a red robe and a face with gray hair.
Faintly, you can still vaguely see Zhou Wutai's appearance from his old face.
This old man is surprisingly the Lord of Vermilion Star, Zhou Wutai!
He looked at Wang Lin, who was kneeling down below, with a look of recollection and melancholy. He stood there silently for a long time, and said a word in the silence of all the cultivators around.
"You're back… "
Wang Lin didn't raise his head, he kept looking at the tombstone, and then whispered after a long while.
"came back… "
Zhou Wutai was getting old, his body showed a scent of vicissitudes, and while he was walking, he came to Wang Lin's side and bowed to the grave.
"You all leave, let me be quiet with him." Zhou Wutai looked up and glanced at the people in the sky. Although there are many cultivators here that are higher than him, Zhou Wutai is the lord of the Vermillion Bird Star. His identity is the most respected among the monks here, and his words are already higher than his cultivation level.
The dozen or so monks around, suppressed excitement in silence, bowed deeply to Wang Lin, then bowed to the tomb, and then turned and left with respect.
Many monks among them did not belong to the Vermillion Bird Star, but came from other places and volunteered to guard the Vermillion Bird Star in order to respect the star.
The old man also left with his three disciples who were still unbelievable.
In an instant, Wang Lin, Zhou Wutai and the lunatic were left in this old house. After watching for a while, the madman felt a little bored, so he walked aside for himself, leaned against the courtyard wall, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"I'm back this time, how long do you plan to stay." Zhou Wutai was silent for a moment, sat beside Wang Lin, flipped his right hand and took out two jugs of wine, placed it beside him, looked at the grave, and spoke softly.
Wang Lin raised his hand touching the tombstone and sat on the ground silently. The three illusory shadows outside his body slowly dissipated.
"It won't be too long..." Wang Lin picked up a hip flask and took a sip from his mouth.
"This is..." The wine in the pot had a familiar taste, as if back to more than a thousand years ago.
"This is the Zeng family's wine. I kept a lot of it back then in order to get drunk with you again." Zhou Wutai said softly.
"The child of the Zeng family, I accepted him as a disciple... If he knows that you are back, he will be very happy." Zhou Wutai took a sip and looked at the sky, and said slowly.
Wang Lin was silent, and the child of Zeng Niu appeared before him, the child with good talents.
"Thank you." Wang Lin said softly while looking at his parents' grave.
"Thank you, the Lord of Suzaku was also given by you back then, but I can't stop the change of Suzaku. After you became a vassal, many people came. They were also kind and wanted to make this a holy place. Can keep this Zhao country..." Zhou Wutai smiled bitterly and shook his head, taking a big sip.
"I know you are a nostalgic person, maybe you have changed too much here, making you unfamiliar." Zhou Wutai sighed lightly.
Wang Lin didn't speak, and after drinking all the pot of wine, Zhou Wutai took out a few pots and placed them in front of him again.
The sky slowly darkened, the moonlight enveloped the earth, soft, but there was a hint of coolness.
The two of them were in the moonlight, drinking the wine of the year, outside this old house, in Wang Lin's home, drinking slowly, talking about the past.
"The skylark of the rune clan has died of life, and I bury it... he kept saying your name before he died..."
"Yun Tianzong has now become one of the nine major sects, but the old ancestors have disappeared one after another. Today's Suzaku star is not strange to you, even I feel strange...
There are very few people left in those days, very few..." Zhou Wutai drank the wine, his expression reminiscent.
"Remember Zhou Zihong from the Huo Fen Nation? I only later learned that you have old. She left with her mother Feng Luan many years ago. It is said that she worshiped a certain sect in Zhaohe...
Zihong’s Taoist couple that week died in a great battle a few years ago..."
Listening to Zhou Wutai's words, Wang Lin drank a pot of wine in silence.
"Wang Lin, I actually envy you..." The darker the moonlight, the bright moon hung high in the sky, under the moonlight, Zhou Wutai seemed a little drunk, maybe it was not the body but the soul that was drunk.
"You dare to get out of this Vermilion Star, dare to struggle in life and death... I dare not, I can only guard here..." Zhou Wutai showed bitterness on his face.
"This guard is more than a thousand years... I still can't forget that you designated me as the Lord of Vermilion Star back then, and left alone, gradually disappearing from the back of the sky. At that time, although I was envious, it was not the way I am now. Thick..."
"Remember that disciple of mine..." Zhou Wutai took a sip of wine, sadness in his eyes.
"He has been dead for many years. He is the mood of my transformation... I promised him that I will accompany him until death... I buried him on Suzaku, every time I want to leave this Suzaku, I would always go to see him, and drink alcohol in front of his grave alone." Zhou Wutai lowered his head.
"My disciple loves his family so much, he doesn't want to leave his hometown..."
Wang Lin did not speak, and drank the old wine from Zeng's family with Zhou Wutai until the bright moon gradually dissipated, until the white edge of the sky turned up, until the sun raised his head.
"Wang Lin, Hongdie, maybe not dead!" Zhou Wutai, who was in a drunk soul, said this at the moment of dawn.