Wang Lin didn’t know if his words would have any effect. Even he himself was in a state of confusion. After a long time, Wang Lin picked up the pill on the ground and remained silent for a while. The medicine pill was placed in his arms, sighed lightly, and turned away.
He walked alone in the world of this Vermillion Bird star, not limited to one mountain or one place, but walked through countless mountains and rivers, with a clear understanding of the world, with his thoughts, and walked to one place and another. A country in one place.
Year after year, Wang Lin swallowed that pill. This medicine gave him endless energy and gave Wang Lin more strength to fulfill his wish and travel around the world.
On the way, he slept on the mountain and rested when he met the river. He saw countless strange faces, among which were kind, vicious, dazed, and stubborn.
He has encountered robbers and horse bandits, but every time he meets, he just stands there, and everyone can feel the mighty breath of him.
He Wang Lin, even the immortal can shock back with a single word, let alone talk about others.
As he walked, Wang Lin's face grew older, but his eyes became brighter and brighter. There was his endless wisdom and insights, which made his whole person reborn and sublimated again in thought.
He went to too many cities and saw too many people. Even in Kyoto, he also went to a lot. In that Kyoto, in front of the nobles, Wang Lin’s temperament, Wang Lin’s words, slowly Was worshipped by everyone.
Even those emperors who enjoy the highest in the mortal world have seen a lot. In his eyes, all these people are all the same.
no difference.
It's not that no one wants to kill him, but everyone who has such an idea finally feels unspeakable. When facing Wang Lin, he retreats in awe.
Wu Guozhong, in the imperial palace, was surrounded by thousands of forbidden troops. Only the emperor Wu gave an order, and he would leave Wang Lin and make Wang Lin a great scholar of the Wu Kingdom.
But in the end, as Wang Lin smiled and shook his head, he turned and left. The sky was thunderous, the weather changed, and tens of thousands of forbidden troops dared not stop them. After allowing him to leave, they all bowed together.
Sun Guozhong, Sun Huang and countless courtiers sent Wang Lin a thousand miles away.
In the Tengu Kingdom, there are countless evil people, but in the end, when Wang Lin left, he enlightened tens of thousands.
As we walked, the four words Great Confucian King Lin set off a storm on this Vermilion Star, which became more and more intense, and was remembered by countless people.
On the way, Wang Lin saw countless mountains. Standing on that mountain, he looked up at the heaven and the earth and felt its vastness. He also met immortals, and encountered many strange or familiar figures.
On the Vermillion Bird Star, there are many sects in many cultivation countries. Most of these sects are built in the mountains or in the beautiful places, but similarly, some are also in the poor mountains and bad waters.
Every time he climbs a mountain, every place he walks, if he feels in his heart, Wang Lin will not deliberately look for it. He can walk into every sect on the many peaks only by relying on the insight into the world in his heart. In the mountain gate.
Although the strength of the mountain guard is different, there is no one that can affect Wang Lin's footsteps. He often stepped in and was shocked by the monks in the sects.
Even the elders in the denomination who have been in retreat for countless years will be awakened by the mighty heaven and earth emanating from Wang Lin's body from meditation.
Wang Lin came and walked calmly. He only looked at the mountains, only admired the scenery, and only understood the world. As for the rest, everything is the same in his eyes.
Gradually, even in the realm of Zhao's cultivation, the name of a mortal scholar, Wang Lin, slowly spread. Those monks knew that there was such a mortal on this Vermilion Star, who was a contemporary great Confucian, and even monks in front of him would often have awe in their hearts.
What they fear is not their strength, but their thinking!
"Either monks or mortals, they are all leisurely beings..." Wang Lin said, wherever you go, you will leave some.
Among the monks, many have long talks with him, inspired by him, understand the world, understand the artistic conception, and hope to transform the gods. Even if the cultivation base has been transformed into a god, there will be faint feelings of trembling in that long conversation.
One year, one year, and years passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was twelve years.
In the twelve years, Wang Lin has been to many, many places, and his name, unknowingly, spread to more places he has not been.
Twelve years ago, he left Zhao Country alone. Twelve years later, he was still alone, walking on Vermilion Star.
On this day, in the winter when the snow fell, Wang Lin came to a capital where he did not know the name of the country. The scope of this country was very large, equivalent to three Zhao countries.
In this capital city, Wang Lin had been here in his dream. Standing outside that city gate, Wang Lin's old face was melancholy amidst the falling snow.
He tightened his leather jacket and walked into the city.
Stepping on the snow on the ground, Wang Lin walked into this city, a street, this street, very quiet, and there were not many pedestrians, amidst the crunching sound. Although there were shops on both sides, the shops were very crowded. few.
Looking at the familiar place, the picture in the dream became more and more real, as if overlapping with his eyes, allowing Wang Lin to walk forward silently in that trance.
"Dang, dang... dang..." There were waves of iron strikes in the distance. Wang Lin searched for the sound, looked at it with his old eyes, but saw that there was a blacksmith's shop not far away.
In the shop, a middle-aged man with a naked upper body was hitting iron with a hammer.
Despite the snowflakes floating outside, the man didn't feel cold at all, and kept turning his hammer, making that clanging sound.
Beside the man, there is a small bench on which sits a boy about seven or eight years old. He is wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket with a flushed face, looking at the man excitedly.
"Da Niu..." Wang Lin seemed to be blurred before his eyes, and shook his head gently. That kid is not the Da Niu in his dreams.
"Old man, you have been standing outside for a long time, come in and warm yourself up." The big man put down the hammer in his hand, wiped his sweat, and showed a simple smile to Wang Lin outside the shop.
Wang Lin was taken aback, with a smile on his face, nodded, and walked into the blacksmith's shop with a rush of heat that melted a lot of the snow on his body.
"Xiu Niang, bring some warm wine." The man put on a coat and saw that Wang Lin was old, so he helped him sit down and sat aside.
"The old man is not a local, right?" The big man smiled.
"I've been here before, this time I'm passing here, so I'll come and have a look." Wang Lin looked at the furnishings in the shop, and said in a hoarse voice.
The seven or eight-year-old boy was sitting not far away, looking at Wang Lin curiously. After hearing the voice of his mother in the house, he got up and ran over. Not long after, he appeared with a middle-aged woman holding a hip flask. With a virtuous look, the woman poured a glass of wine for Wang Lin, with a look of compassion in her eyes.
"Old man, it's cold, drink a glass of wine to warm up your body, are you looking for relatives when you come here?"
Wang Lin smiled, did not speak, but picked up the wine glass, sipped it at the corner of his mouth, and drank it in one gulp.
"Old man, my Zeng family's wine is not bad, haha, my grandfather was not a blacksmith, but a wine seller. Later, when he came to me, he opened a blacksmith shop."
The big man picked up the wine glass, took a sip and smiled.
The fire inside the shop was very strong, creating a trance-like contrast with the falling snow outside, and blowing out the snow in the middle of the cold.
Sitting there, Wang Lin drank Zeng's wine, and he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or not.
After a long time, when the snow was a little smaller, Wang Lin got up and said goodbye. The big man felt sorry for Wang Lin at his age and gave him a pot of wine to keep him warm.
As he walked, the sky was getting darker, but in the snow, the ground was very bright and you could see far away. He walked, holding the figure under the moon in the candlelight of the smithy behind him, more and more Far.
After a short pause, Wang Lin seemed to understand something. He was still walking on Vermilion Star, passing strange places everywhere. In the fifteenth year of leaving Zhao State, Wang Lin was already in his early 70s.
His spine has become more curved, and his body reveals a twilight, but his eyes are as bright as the sun, which makes people afraid to look at each other. In those eyes, there is cause and effect, life and death, true and false. … Even his master Su Dao did not have this kind of temperament.
In the summer of the fifteenth year, in an unfamiliar country, in a continuous rain, Wang Lin stood in a pavilion next to an official road, watching the rain outside, vaguely, he could see There is an ocean far away after the rain.
That piece of sea is very big, it cuts off two continents.
On the other side of the sea, there are many countries. There is the last place Wang Lin will go to. There is another woman in his dream that he loves in life. He wants to take a look.
The rain was rushing in a continuous line, making the sky and the earth blurred, and only the outline could be seen. Wang Lin stood there, watching the rain, listening to the sound, and slowly closing his eyes.
At the moment when his eyes closed, there was a figure of a woman in the distance in the rain, walking step by step, this woman seemed to exude endless coldness, and with her coming, the rain around her was suddenly bursting. In a burst of clicks, ice crystals fell on the ground.
In her arms, holding a baby, the baby was wrapped in a thick quilt without any rain falling on it, sleeping very sweetly.
In front of the pavilion, the woman stopped. She was middle-aged, but her face was still beautiful, but she was permeated by the coldness, showing that Xiao Sha was like a Rakshasa.
"You are the Great Scholar Wang Lin!"
Wang Lin opened his closed eyes, looked at the woman calmly, and nodded.
Two people, one in the pavilion, no rain. One was outside the pavilion, and there was no rain. The rain turned into ice, and under the dense sound, the sky behind the woman was completely enveloped and turned into ice.
"I come from the snowy area, I want to ask you something." The woman's voice, like her words, came from the snowy area.