In the fifth month that the pink-clothed woman was next to Wang Lin, Wang Lin opened his eyes and exhaled a sigh of air.
It's just that the exhaustion is still hidden in the light. In the battle with the son of Ye Mo, Wang Lin was injured by the sky-tearing technique. The strength of this technique made him feel terrible even if he thought of it now.
"You're awake..." The woman in pink, sitting cross-legged, very quiet and quite beautiful, turned her head to look at Wang Lin, her eyes showed bright light, and she smiled softly.
"She's gone?" Wang Lin looked back, and there was no Xi Zifeng's figure in the formation circle, only Mu Bingmei was cross-legged in the distance, motionless.
"It took you more than a year to heal your injury. Sister Xizi has already left." The powder-clothed woman spoke softly, looked at Wang Lin beautifully, and then spoke again after a smile.
"Before she left, there was a sentence for me to convey to you. She had been to Qinglingxing, but she was there, but she didn't find the disciple Xie Qing you said..."
Wang Lin was silent for a moment and nodded.
For a while, the two seemed to have no common conversation, and as Wang Lin remained silent, the pink-clothed woman also fell silent. The starry sky is very quiet. When there is no outside cultivation, some bright nebulae will sometimes be seen in the dark starry sky.
Their faint light looks beautiful in the black starry sky. Nebula accompanies, and the starry sky is the curtain. There seems to be some inexplicable ripples, faintly reverberating in this man and woman.
"It has been so many years...you...do you know who I am..." After a long time, the woman in pink looked at Wang Lin with a complex expression, and said softly.
"Red Butterfly." Wang Lin didn't look at the woman, but looked at the starry sky in the world and spoke calmly.
"So you already know it." The pink-clothed woman closed her eyes.
"It was Zhou Wutai who reminded me that he found a formation in Snow Country, and there is a strand of your blue silk in that formation. He wanted to come to the catastrophe that you said back then to offset it." Wang Lin The formation he had seen before seemed to emerge in front of his eyes.
This pink lady is the Red Butterfly!
It's just that the arrogant and lonely woman in the past has been changed a lot by the years today. That trace of arrogance is also hidden in the bottom of my heart. From the outside, I can't feel the red and beautiful as a butterfly.
"Remember the Yuxian Realm back then... At that time, we also fought against each other..." Hongdie smiled lightly, talking about memories, and talking softly with Wang Lin like a friend.
"There was a time, Wang Lin, I hated you very much, you broke my arm in the rain world..."
Wang Lin smiled bitterly, touched his nose subconsciously, without speaking.
"Unexpectedly, two thousand years have passed, and we can still talk here with a smile..." Red Butterfly saw Wang Lin's nose touching her nose and smiled. In her smile, her eyes narrowed like crescent moons. It's pretty.
"It was you who wanted to kill me at that time, but I didn't provoke you." Wang Lin shook his head and laughed as well.
"Sister Xizi left, but she left the wine for you." Hongdie looked at Wang Lin, gave her a hand, and the flask appeared in her hand and handed it to Wang Lin.
Wang Lin took the hip flask and took a sip.
"Also on Vermilion Star, you and me fight, you grabbed my Kunji whip..." Hongdie smiled.
"It's all over, you still remember." Wang Lin smiled bitterly again, not knowing what to say.
"Of course I remember, if it wasn't for that time I was seriously injured, and I wouldn't be controlled by the dry wind... Speaking of which, in the Vermilion scene, thank you for helping me get rid of samsara." Thinking of the past, Hongdie sighed lightly.
"You and I don't have too deep hatred, everything is over. You asked me to go to the snowy area to find the blue rose, and I found it too." Red Butterfly was Wang Lin's life, and he encountered Li Muwan and Liu Mei at the earliest. The most impressive woman.
The red figure like a butterfly, the lonely woman, made him unforgettable.
Hundreds of years of transforming gods, as a sweet girl!
"At that time, I didn't expect that you would have the achievements you are now... Everything is like a dream, which makes people feel unreal." Hongdie shook his head.
Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, it was three days. During these three days, Wang Lin did not heal his injuries, but was counting his memories with Red Butterfly. He slowly found the feeling that he was still a weak monk when he was in Vermilion Star.
This feeling is very warm and comfortable.
"Later, when Luo Tian fought the Alliance, I saw you... but you no longer knew me." Hongdie looked at Wang Lin, and she watched the other side emit a dazzling light on Vermilion Star step by step. It gradually expanded, and eventually enveloped the entire world.
For Wang Lin, Hongdie also had admiration in his heart. In Hongdie’s life, there is no one who is appreciated by him. If there is, there is only Wang Lin so far. There is no love between the two, but there is a kind of intertwining of unknown ways, which makes her share. Unclear, what is it.
Perhaps, just like wine, over time, naturally, there will be cordiality.
After a few days, the conversation between the two slowly calmed down. Wang Lin restarted to treat his wounds. Red Butterfly still sat there silently, looking at the starry sky, with confusion, complexity, and brightness in his eyes.
One month, two months... Unknowingly, the ninth month of the second year passed in a flash.
Until this day, in the starry sky outside the formation, there was a soft blue light, looming, gradually filling the entire starry sky, replacing the bright starry light, making the formation outside the formation, full of blue.
The blue is like the sea, and the runner formation is also dyed as it spreads, and it looks like a sad beauty.
Blue, in many cases, will give people a kind of sadness, just like melancholy.
Wang Lin opened his eyes and looked at the blue outside the formation. He was silent. He saw two figures faintly walking out of the blue light filled with the starry sky.
It was a man and a woman, that was a father and a daughter, that was Lan Meng Dao Zun and Li Qianmei.
After thinking about it for a year and nine months, Lan Meng Dao Zun still chose to come. He and his daughter paused outside the formation. Wang Lin's gaze crossed Lan Meng Dao Zun and fell on Li Qianmei.
Li Qianmei has lost a lot of weight.
Her expression was bleak and she lost her former grace. When Wang Lin looked at it, she also looked at Wang Lin, showing bitterness.
If in this world, apart from Li Muwan, among the women who can remember Wang Lin, Liu Mei is due to Wang Ping and Hong Die is due to early karma, then Li Qianmei is a beautiful and unforgettable encounter.
Getting acquainted due to three issues, and meeting again and again due to unrepentant pursuit, the words of Li Qianmei back then always existed in Wang Lin's heart.
"If one day, I am gone, would you still remember that there was a woman in your life whose name was Li Qianmei..."
Li Qianmei, Wang Lin couldn't choose to forget, ten years of blood smearing, her beauty withered, she went to help him ask for medicine without complaint, she closed her eyes in the cracks of the sea of clouds with no regrets at all. .
For her, Wang Lin went to the outside world to find the Blue Dream Daoist, to keep Li Qianmei alive... Until the moment she woke up, Wang Lin was in the blue mountain sky, under the endless rebound pressure, he just wanted to see it. Look, make sure the other person's awakening.
But the sentence "Who are you?" was like a knife, cutting everything off!
Those words made Wang Lin understand a lot. He gave up the power of resistance and let the rebound pressure of the Blue Mountain slam his body back, farther and farther.
"You have lost weight..." Wang Lin looked at Li Qianmei for a long time, and said softly.
Li Qianmei's body trembled lightly, tears streaming down her eyes, she had awakened her memory a long time ago, and remembered the things of the year. At this moment, hearing Wang Lin's words, she couldn't help but shed tears.
Hongdie looked at all this and was taken aback. She looked at the two of them, and she was silent on the side.
Lan Meng Daozun sighed lightly, and in front of his daughter, he took Li Qianmei to the formation. In a blink of an eye, the formation was less than ten feet away, and the revolving formation buzzed, faintly turning around.
When Wang Lin moved his gaze away from Li Qianmei and looked towards Lan Meng Dao Zun, his eyes showed light, but soon the light disappeared.
Raising his hand and waving forward, the wheel formation stopped working, and in front of Lan Meng Dao Zun, an oval aperture was exposed, leading to Wang Lin.
Lan Meng Dao Zun did not hesitate, took Li Qianmei, walked into the aperture, and in one step, he came to Wang Lin and sat aside, his gaze swept away, looking at the emperor furnace behind Wang Lin, there was something in his eyes. soft.
"I know you like wine. This is my own blue silk wine. Would you like to drink it?" Lan Meng Daozun waved his right hand, and there was a water blue jug floating towards Wang Lin.
Wang Lin looked at Lan Meng Dao Zun, took the wine after a smile, and put it aside.
"I rarely misunderstand a person in my life. With you, I admit that in the previous time, I underestimated you... In the fantasy realm, I had to take action, on the one hand, for myself, and on the other. For my daughter... At that time, I always thought that although you are excellent, if you do not cut off the connection with the world, you are not enough to become the son-in-law of Dao Zun Lan Meng..." Dao Zun Lan Meng took out a pot of wine. , Took a sip, said slowly.
"I didn't expect that you could achieve the current cultivation base on your own... Give me the Five Concubine, and you will be my son-in-law... From then on, I brought the Lansi clan and joined the world!
My bones will pave the way for you! "Dao Zun Lan Meng drank a big sip of wine, and spoke out his decision after nine months of thinking about it this year.
Li Qianmei shook her body and turned her head to look at her father. On the way she came, her father didn't say a little bit of these words. She understood that her father was one of the five primordial gods. With such an identity, such a cultivation level, she said these words. Not just for her mother...
"The past, just let it go... Wang Lin, I am here waiting for your reply." Lan Meng Dao Zun said calmly.