The sentence "Dare you!" is not a big word, but it is earth-shattering!
The young man holding a flying sword, his expression changed drastically in Wang Lin's low roar. He was just a monk in the early stage of foundation building. At this moment, Wang Lin's figure was extremely tall, and the low roar made him even more so. The world has changed.
That mighty breath turned into coercion invisibly, making the young man's face pale, and he spouted a mouthful of blood. His sword light dimmed for an instant, as if he didn't dare to move forward. With a bang, his hands trembled. Feijian landed, his body hurriedly withdrew backwards.
"Impossible, impossible!! You're just a mortal, you're just an ant, you can't make me afraid!!" The young man seemed to be mad, his heart trembled with a roar, his voice distorted as he retreated, and the literati who bowed down below, Unbelievable one by one.
Throughout the ages, there has never been such a scene, mortals dared to scold Xianxiu, the phrase "you dare", like a thunderous roar, will eternally scream in everyone's ears.
As the young man retreated, the other young man in the restaurant stepped forward, his cultivation level far surpassed that of the opponent, and he was already a middle-stage cultivator.
As he walked, he pressed behind the same door, raised his head and looked at countless people kneeling down. Only the master and servant, Wang Lin and Dafu, stood!
At this moment, he faintly saw that above Wang Lin, there was an aura that made him tremble. This aura was so strong that after seeing it, his heart was booming, and countless mixed thoughts were in his heart. The emergence, as if to break through his mind, caused him to spout a mouthful of blood.
"Wang will enlighten the land tomorrow, you wait for immortals, so why not treat them as ants! Not to mention you two, even if they are all the immortals of the Suzaku star, why not!" Wang Lin raised his head and his eyes revealed a bright light, his hair fluttered. , Flicked his sleeves and drank a sip of wine.
In amazement, the young man's scalp was numb. This kind of thing surpassed his imagination. He faintly felt a very strong feeling. Although the other party was fragile, the aura of righteousness in his body and the aura of not fearing the world was enough. Comparable to all magical powers, it hurts both of him invisible, and it made him tremble with awe and awe.
"How could this happen, he is just a mortal, just a mortal!! There can be such a breath in him, this person... this person... can't offend!!!"
He didn't dare to leave, but looked extremely respectful in the air, as if he was going to worship the elders, and bowed to Wang Lin with a fist.
"When I am offended, I hope that the Confucian will not mind, so I will leave and never step into Su City for half a step." After saying this, the young man helped the same door and turned into Changhong and left in a hurry.
There was silence all around for an instant.
Wang Lin stood there and took a sip of wine. At this moment, the wind blew his clothes and fluttered his clothes. In the eyes of everyone, his white robe danced gracefully.
"Why can't it!" Wang Lin put down the hip flask from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fell on the crowd, and asked before that, Su Yi, who was pale and trembling, was lying there.
Su Yi lowered his head, his body trembling constantly, and after a long time struggled to stand up, and bowed to Wang Lin.
"Su Yi, pay homage to my great scholar of Zhao Guo."
"I'll wait and see my great scholar of Zhao Guo." All the Wensheng all clasped their fists at this moment, and their trembling eyes showed indescribable reverence. Today's scene will not be forgotten in their entire lives.
Even the many old men on the carriages outside bowed their heads and were convinced!
They had never imagined in their lives that mortals could startle immortals, but right now, they saw with their own eyes, unspeakable complexity and pride pouring into their hearts.
"If your thoughts are infinite, if you understand the principles of heaven and earth, you can look at immortals, you can also look at ants!" This sentence will spread throughout the Zhao country after today.
"I'm tired." Wang Lin took a hip flask and finally glanced at the restaurant outside the house. He was sluggish there, his body was wet with sweat, and he did not dare to look at him in Wang Lin's eyes, but lowered. Head, the middle-aged man who stood up and bowed to Wang Lin, turned and went down the steps, and entered the inner palace with Dafu.
The countless scholars in the courtyard worshipped for a long time, and only then left one by one, until the entire street outside, with people with various purposes, left one after another, Su Cheng also slowly became quiet.
No one dared to say any doubts, the storm before, also completely disappeared in a very short period of time.
Because of this, Wang Lin's fame came to the fore in Zhao Guo, completely replacing his master Su Dao, becoming Zhao Guo, the new great Confucian, and an unprecedented shocking great Confucian!
As time passed, Wang Lin's ten years of words were still there, but no one was qualified to come to inquire, even if he did, he would be like a student, respectfully and listen to his teachings.
Spring goes and autumn comes, and it is eight years in a blink of an eye.
In eight years, Wang Lin has gradually become half a hundred people from his mid-forty years, and his hair has also turned pale.
In the past eight years, Wang Lin spent so many days in almost every month, with his old big blessing, sitting on the painting boat and drifting in the river, drinking osmanthus wine, he was always waiting, waiting for that did not seem to be in accordance with the agreement. People coming.
Not only the eight years, but also the same for Wang Lin in the previous twenty years.
Twenty-eight years, twenty-eight spring and autumn alternates. Only in the end, the painting boat shuttled across the stone bridges, but still did not wait, that person.
"Master, what are you waiting for..." On the painting boat, Dafu's body is still very tough, but his stingy problem is getting worse. He often looks at his right wrist in a daze, always when he is quiet. I want to remember, but in the end, I still can't remember anything.
"I'm waiting for myself... I'm waiting for a date with myself." Wang Lin's face was slightly old, with a hoarse voice, looking at the sky, and slowly speaking.
In the sky, there was always a white bird circling there. It has accompanied Wang Lin for 28 years without any change.
Looking at it, Wang Lin was a little tired. He leaned on the bow and fell asleep in a drowsy state. The sound of the piano reverberated in his ears. The sound of the piano seemed to merge with his dream. In that dream, there was also the sound of the piano.
Dafu sighed, looked at his right wrist, and started to daze.
The midday sun was very soft and warm when it fell on him. It made Wang Lin sleep well. But this season, when the catkins danced again, there were a few clusters of catkins moving with the wind and falling on Wang Lin’s face. Passing softly, Wang Lin opened his eyes.
The painting boat is still paddling.
Looking at the catkins dancing in front of him, Wang Lin suddenly smiled.
"Dafu, do you remember when we first came to Sucheng more than twenty years ago, there were so many catkins at that time, and they were also on this painting."
While smiling, suddenly a painting boat staggered in the distance, and at the moment it passed, two soft and pleasant voices came from the painting boat.
"Senior sister, these catkins are very annoying, and it's uncomfortable to fall on them."
"If you don't think about them, you won't feel that they exist anymore, Junior Sister, your heart is not quiet."
Hearing this voice, Wang Lin was stunned. He was a little familiar, as if he had heard this voice before. He stood up and looked up, only to see the figure of two women on the painted boat.
The two women were very young and had beautiful faces. They stood there among the endless catkins, like fairies. In the wind, their clothes blew and looked even more beautiful.
"Yes... They..." Wang Lin stared at the painted boat in a daze, and the awning boat in the rainy night more than 20 years ago appeared in front of him.
Looking at it, Wang Lin showed a soft smile on his face, he will never forget, he was in the shade of the rain, watching the dark clouds of Moshan, watching the mighty world that he had never seen before, and he chanted poems there. He still remembers that happy and contented look.
The woman named Xu Fei seemed to be still in her ears when she scolded her.
In the rainy night in the awning boat, his blush and heartbeat, as well as the beauty of the two women, were also in the memory, without fading. There was also that thick coat, which was also placed in the bamboo raft by Wang Lin. It was kept, and it was never taken out.
Wang Lin sighed lightly, he touched his white hair, did not say hello, but sat there, drinking.
In his entire life, he had never met a woman who moved his heart. The only one who accompanied him, except for wine, was the white bird that swirled in the sky.
He doesn't have a wife, and in this life, he seems to have been in that loneliness silently for twenty-eight years.
If he said that the only woman he had ever moved was the first and first time she met her, the woman named Zhou Rui, the woman who gave him clothes.
Leaning on the bow, drinking wine, and looking at his reflection on the surface of the boat, Wang Lin saw an old face with a lot of white hair.
The painting boat where the two women were, gradually intertwined with Wang Lin's boats until they were completely separated from each other, as if they were the trajectory of life. After a certain touch, they continued to leave in different directions.
"Hey, Senior Sister, look at that old man, he seemed to be looking at us just now." Xu Fei watched as he walked away to draw Wang Lin's back.
During the floating of the painting boat, it passed under a stone bridge.
Zhou Rui turned her head and swept her eyes, but in her direction, as the boats separated from each other, her eyes were covered by the stone bridge. She didn't see it, and she wouldn't just scan it with divine consciousness because someone else looked at herself. After that, he didn't take a closer look, and turned his head back.
Until each other gets farther and farther away.
Sitting on the boat, Wang Lin quietly spoke to Dafu.
"Dafu, let's leave Sioux City. We have been waiting here for twenty-eight years. If we don't wait any longer, we will go home."
"Home? Where is home?" Dafu was taken aback.
"Under Hengyue Mountain." Wang Lin and Dafu got off the boat when the boat drew ashore. He looked back at the river, glanced at the city of Su, where he had lived for 28 years, and said softly.
When I arrived, when the catkins were flying, there were a few pots of wine, a carriage, and two masters and servants.
When I left, it was still the same.