Wang Lin crossed his knees in the revolving round formation and looked at the scene outside the formation from a distance. There was a roar and roaring sound in his ears. The three people of Miaoyin did not choose to leave. They thought that the three of them should be able to fight together. Blue Dream fight.
Li Qianmei looked nervous, and watched her father fight the three men with worry in her eyes.
The starry sky outside the formation vibrated, and Lan Meng Dao Zun had the power of one person and the three of them. His expression was calm and did not change at all. The blue light burst into the shot, turning into supreme magical powers and roaring.
After looking at it for a while, Wang Lin closed his eyes and turned a blind eye to all this.
The roaring sound was driven away from Wang Lin's ears when Wang Lin closed his eyes. He plunged into meditation, but his soul was separated out of his body. If there was any disturbance, he would Know immediately.
In the two years of healing the cross-knee, Wang Lin's injury has recovered for most of it, and he has more time to integrate the eight drops of blood between his eyebrows and the heart of the sky.
This technique, he must learn, and use it freely, the power of this magical power, Wang Lin personally knows its power.
As for the fusion of the eight drops of blood into the power to increase the stars, this matter will take more time, and the environment at this moment does not allow Wang Lin to be fully immersed, so he postpones it.
After three days, Wang Lin seemed to be aware of it. He opened his eyes, but saw the starry sky outside the formation, broken pieces of the starry sky everywhere, and there were many collapsed black holes in that large-scale starry sky. They were Lan Meng and others were caused by fighting.
Even in this starry sky, there are countless death incense souls faintly floating away, like invisible wolf smoke.
After just a few glances, Wang Lin could feel the intensity of the battle that took place in the past three days. He did not see the three of Miao Yin, only Lan Meng Dao Zun, stepping into the circular aperture of the formation. Inside, came to the front of Wang Lin.
The look of Lan Meng Dao Zun was slightly exhausted, and obviously it was not very easy for him to fight the three of them.
"Miao Yin was seriously injured, unable to restore her peak cultivation base for a hundred years, and fell to an ethereal level. Next time you encounter it, you can kill him!"
"The injury of Jiutian is slightly more subtle than the sound, but the incense world was destroyed by me, hurting his mind. When you meet in the future, he is not your opponent!"
"Master Dahuang, the most injured, escaped with a secret technique, he will not live for ten years!" After Lan Meng Dao Zun said these three words, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to meditate.
Li Qianmei's expression is complicated. She has witnessed the three days of fighting, and she has seen her father's fight and the dangers.
Wang Lin was silent and spoke slowly after a long time.
"In my whole life, I have a wife..."
Lan Meng Dao Zun suddenly opened his eyes cross-legged, staring at Wang Lin, his expression gloomy.
"Even the old man helps you, can't you change your mind... The old man didn't let you give up your wife, but asked you to give my daughter a promise!
This matter should not be difficult for you! If it weren't for my daughter, even if your cultivation level reaches the ethereal level, even if you have the ancient inheritance, you can kill the cultivators of the early stage of Kongxuan. What is your point in my Lan Meng's eyes!
This bone of the old man, you can shoot and kill with Li Guang bow! Even if he died, the old man would definitely not bring my Lansi clan into the world!
My Lan Meng was born in Taikoo, and I am one of the five Taikoo sages. Now that you make this decision, do you think that you will lie to your younger generation! Is there anything you can make the old man deceive? Even if there is, the old man has been practicing for countless years, and he will not succumb to it!
The inverse beads were in your hands that day, if the old man was greedy, he could take it away back then! Your cultivation was not the third step back then. If the old man wanted to kill you, he would have killed it long ago. If it weren't for you and Qianmei, how could the old man postpone it until now!
The matter between you and the palm, the battle between inside and outside, or the battle between Qi Cai and the old ghost, if I don’t want to participate in Lan Meng, protect my Lan Si clan, no matter who wins in the end, I won’t be involved. It is even possible to win over with grace!
Right now I gave up all this and only made a promise to my daughter for you, Wang Lin, don't push too much! ! Lan Meng Dao Zun stared at Wang Lin, angrily rising in his eyes.
He did everything, as he said, all for his daughter!
Li Qianmei shed tears. She didn't realize until now that what her father gave up and sacrificed for herself...
Wang Lin's expression was complicated, he stood up and bowed to Lan Meng Dao Zun.
"What the seniors did, the juniors didn't doubt..."
"Don't say anything else, you..." Lan Meng Dao Zun felt Li Qianmei's tears, his heart softened, staring at Wang Lin, and swallowing what he was about to say.
"The old man can take a step back. I want you to promise that if your wife is resurrected, you and my daughter will become brothers and sisters of the opposite sex, but if your wife is not resurrected in the end, you will become a companion with my daughter! This is my bottom line. , Wang Lin, you have to choose well!!" Lan Meng Dao Zun looked cold.
Wang Lin was silent, stood up and looked up at the stars in the distance. After a long time, his expression was blank. His eyes swept over Li Qianmei, seeing Li Qianmei's tears, and seeing her head down, eyes staggered from him.
"That's it, the old man doesn't want you to answer immediately. After you think about it, come to the Lansi clan to find me!" Lan Meng Dao Zun stood up and was not ready to heal his injuries here. He saw his daughter's sad expression. With a sting in his heart, he came with hope. He thought that all this could get Wang Lin to agree, but in the end it was so.
"Father, let's go..." Li Qianmei wiped away her tears, stood up gently, and came to Lan Meng Dao Zun's side.
"Father, Meng'er didn't understand before, but now I understand, let's go home... We are at home and will never come out for a lifetime..." Li Qianmei took Lan Meng Dao Zun's hand and felt her father's warmth, she turned around. Looking at Wang Lin, a smile appeared on his face.
"Wang Lin, can you return the painting of mountains and lakes that you gave me back then..."
That painting was forgotten in the world. She finally gave it back to Wang Lin and chose not to. But today, she wants to return to this painting.
Wang Lin's heart was shaken. He looked at Li Qianmei, his eyes showed pain and struggle. His wife, Li Muwan, was the one who accompanied him for a few years, but after his death, he accompanied him in his soul for two thousand years. Woman.
However, Li Qianmei and Mu Bingmei are different from Xi Zifeng. She has paid a lot for Wang Lin.
How could Wang Lin forget the blood of those ten years and the scenes of the past, how could Wang Lin be indifferent to this woman's persistence, her love, and the bright smile and eyes.
"Give it back to me, okay..." Li Qianmei bit her lip, her face pale, but she still kept herself smiling, she could only laugh, she didn't want to let herself shed the endless tears in front of Wang Lin.
"Give that painting back to me... Wang Lin, after Li Muwan wakes up, you will take her to see me..."
Wang Lin stared at Li Qianmei in a daze. His right hand was tremblingly raised, and a crack in the storage appeared under a wave, and a scene of scrolls flew out of it.
In that scroll, there are mountains, rivers and lakes, which are forgotten in the rivers and lakes. This scroll was grasped by Wang Lin, and he did not have the ease and ease that he had when he sent this painting for the first time that year.
He couldn't do it calmly to the woman in front of him.
Lan Meng Dao Zun watched this scene, the anger in his eyes turned into sorrow, he looked at Li Qianmei, he knew that his daughter had given up her heart.
Give up.
Also watching this scene, there was Mu Bingmei, her mood was complicated, her eyes showed unbearable, she was not qualified to persuade, even though she was Wang Ping's mother.
Looking at the father of his child, saying goodbye to another woman, Mu Bing's brows tingled inwardly.
"Give it back to me..." Li Qianmei walked to Wang Lin with a smile, looked deeply at Wang Lin's face, raised her jade hand to tidy up her clothes and hair, the tears hidden under that smile, she couldn't bear it anymore. Live, flow down.
She hugged Wang Lin lightly, and tears fell on Wang Lin's clothes, dyeing the white clothes wet.
"If you don't like me, why did you come to rescue me in the sea of clouds... Let me die with expectations and stay in your memory, wouldn't it be better... Wang Lin, um, not love..." Li Qianmei was in Wang Lin's ear Muttered, leaving Wang Lin's embrace, grabbing the scroll in Wang Lin's hand, he was about to pull it out.
But she grabbed the hand of the scroll, but she suddenly paused, because the scroll was held tightly by Wang Lin!
Wang Lin closed her eyes, the scroll that she was holding did not loosen the slightest under Li Qianmei's tugging. Li Qianmei's face became paler. She looked back at Wang Lin and saw Wang Lin opened her eyes.
"You don't need this picture anymore." Wang Lin squeezed his right hand, and the picture scroll that was forgotten in the world collapsed instantly, turned into pieces and dissipated in his hands, her hands.
"From now on, you are my Wang Lin's woman!" Wang Lin looked down at Li Qianmei and spoke firmly and softly.
"Wan'er, it's my wife. After she wakes up, we will get married together..."
Li Qianmei was stunned there. After a long time, tears stayed again, and in Wang Lin's arms, she began to cry.
Wang Lin is holding Li Qianmei. Since he has made a decision, he will not regret it. This is the first woman he has accepted in more than two thousand years besides Li Muwan. Her name is Li Qianmei!
"This brother, I have three questions for inquiries, can you help me..."
"When I leave, will you send me off..."
"If one day I die, will you still remember me..."
"Wang Lin, I can't hold on anymore, the blood is about to dry up, will you wake up... I don't regret it."
"Wang Lin, you have to wait for me, wait for me to get the medicine back, you will definitely wake up..."
Memory is like water in the palm of your hand. Even though it flows down from your five fingers, the temperature of the water will be remembered by your palm. One day, when you hold the water again, your palm will remember it, and the water will remember that from the palm of your hand. Warm.