After sending away the father and son Daniel, Wang Lin sat by the stove, and suddenly felt very emotional. Twelve taels of gold is a lot of money for mortals, but for monks, it is like dung. Go take a look.
He sat quietly in the shop, picked up a piece of wood, waved the carving knife in his right hand, and carved it.
Time is in a hurry, and three years have passed. Daniel’s shop has more than doubled. The business is as Daniel’s mother thought, much better than before, but once the business gets better, Daniel’s leisure time will be less. I woke up, and spent the whole day hitting iron with his father.
Only after the shop, did Daniel have time to drag his tired body and carry a jug of fruit wine to Wang Lin to watch him make wood carvings.
Daniel's body may have been the reason for the ironwork in the past few years. It has become stronger and stronger. The seventeen-year-old boy, even in the winter, just wears a thin shirt and doesn't feel cold at all.
It's just that the wrinkles on his parents' faces gradually increased.
Wang Lin's appearance has also changed from six years ago. He does not seem to be a young man anymore, but is in middle age, with a wrinkle gradually appearing on his face.
This is his deliberate use of magic. After all, if a person's appearance has not changed a little in six years, then it will be an incredible thing for the kind and simple neighbors around him.
In the next three years, Xu Tao came here more and more often, almost every month, he would come here once a month, offering a large amount of gold and silver items and fine wine, the meaning of wooing is self-evident, sometimes in the words, click These things are honored by His Royal Highness.
Wang Lin didn't have the slightest interest in this elder son. The reason why he stayed in Kyoto had only one purpose, and that was to experience the feeling of mortals, so as to make his own cultivation a breakthrough.
Power struggle among mortals. In his capacity. I'm so lazy to participate.
This year late autumn. A few willow trees on both sides of the street. The leaves were blown by the wind. Slowly fall off with the rustling sound, and was sent far away by the wind. Become a leaf without roots.
The whole street. Fallen leaves can be seen everywhere. Wang Lin walked out of the shop. He is wearing thick clothes. Wearing a leather cap on his head. If someone from the Kingdom of Zhao or Chu sees Wang Lin at this time. Flatly unable to recognize. This person is the evil star Wang Lin who was so powerful, murdered countless, and bloody hands.
Even some monks who had fought with him were absolutely unrecognizable.
He at this time. It doesn't seem to be any different from a mortal. This is not a similar appearance, but a similarity, even in the bones, there is no difference.
After six years of Huafan. Wang Lin has completely become a mortal. He is now. His face was slightly old. Although the body is still tall and straight. But it looks like a middle-aged mortal with a busy life. There is no difference.
There is just one thing that he is slightly different from a mortal, that is, his eyes are black and white, without any variegated color, and there is a hint of light, which makes him look extraordinary.
In the following three years, Wang Lin did not meditate once, nor did he practice once. Even the red mist outside his body was condensed by him unknowingly two years ago and turned into blood-colored beads. Put it in the storage bag.
Out of the shop, there was a breeze on his face, with the chill of autumn, Wang Lin tightened his neckline, closed the door of the shop, and then walked slowly towards the distance.
At this moment, a rather sturdy young man walked out of the iron shop opposite, carrying a bucket of waste charcoal in his hand. He saw Wang Lin immediately after leaving the shop, so he grinned and said, "Uncle Wang, go and listen again. play?"
Wang Lin turned around and said with a smile: "Da Niu, bring me a jug of wine."
The young man responded, poured the charcoal in his hand, and hurried into the shop. After a while, he ran over with a hip flask, showing concern, and said, "Uncle Wang, you are getting old. This wine, drink less, just drink it and warm yourself up."
Wang Lin smiled and nodded, took the hip flask, patted Daniel on the shoulder, turned and left slowly.
Looking at Wang Lin’s back, Daniel felt bitter. In the past six years, the omnipotent Uncle Wang in his eyes has grown a lot older. He still remembers the Uncle Wang from six years ago. Full of heroic faces and eyes like stars.
One by one, vivid and vivid wood carvings are taking shape in his hands.
He always remembered that Uncle Wang once said that when he made a lot of money, he would go back to marry a wife who was waiting for him, but in a blink of an eye, Daniel never saw Wang Lin's wife. He never asked about this.
Daniel sighed and turned back to the shop. His father is also a bit old. Now he is the main job of the shop. Even after the shop is closed, he still has a lot of things to do. He often grew up in his youth. To see Wang Lin's habit of making wood carvings, it is no longer possible to continue.
It's just that every few days, take some time to accompany this lonely Uncle Wang.
In the late autumn, the wind was so cold, Wang Lin walked slowly all the way, and after a few minutes, he finally came to an inn at the end of the street. As soon as he entered, the second person in the inn had a towel on one of his shoulders. The clever boy said: "Ho, shopkeeper Wang is here, please come in."
Wang Lin entered the room, took off his leather cap, and said with a smile: "I don't have the money to give a reward. No matter how enthusiastic you are, it's useless."
The shop Xiaoer smiled and said: "Look at what you said, the shopkeeper has ordered, the first place by the window is the first one, and I will always keep it for you." Then, he walked a few steps quickly and came to the position by the window of the east. Sweeping the towel in his hand, he bent over and backed away.
Wang Lin was sitting on the bench. It was not long. The shopkeeper brought a few dishes and a small charcoal pot with boiling water in it. Wang Lin put the wine jug in the small pot and began to warm the wine.
From time to time, he poured out a cup and drank, Wang Lin just sat here and watched Lu continue to enter the inn. Gradually, there were more and more people in the inn. After about half an hour, a few actors playing the piano, rap and singing, went from behind. When they walked out of the house, these people showed up, and the inn was immediately greeted, which was quite lively.
Among these actors, there was a woman with a rather charming appearance. Most of the people in the inn actually came to see her.
The woman looked forward to her beautiful eyes, her sleeves danced, and she began to sing.
The female voice was quite pleasant, and the drinking guests in the inn were repeatedly applauded and praised. For a while, the atmosphere reached a climax.
Wang Lin smiled and watched the woman rap and drank fruit wine. He had been like this for more than a year.
After a short time, a slightly fat middle-aged man wearing a thick cloth Zoro hurried out of the back room and quickly came to Wang Lin's side. After sitting down, the shop Xiaoer quickly and respectfully served a pot of wine.
The middle-aged fat man immediately filled the glass, drank it in one gulp, glanced at Wang Lin, and said embarrassingly: "Treasurer Wang, this..."
Wang Lin picked up the hip flask, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Treasurer Li, I'm not here to collect rent today, so don't worry."
The middle-aged fat man immediately sighed in relief and said with a smile: "Business is not good, don't you think I have a lot of people here, but if you invite this troupe to come, it cost me a lot of money, alas, this world, business. It's not easy to do."
Wang Lin smiled and did not speak, but quietly watched the opera. This middle-aged fat man was surnamed Li and what Wang Lin was called. I don’t know yet. This man found Wang Lin two years ago and took the store as a mortgage. , I begged to borrow twenty taels of gold, and the money has not been repaid. This shop is now owned by Wang Lin.
In the past year, when he saw Wang Lin coming almost every day, he felt uneasy, and he often came to check his breath.
As the actor’s beautiful eyes turned, the guys in the inn cheered. At this moment, a rather obscene voice came from outside the inn: "Oh, this little lady sings so well. Get me from the north of the city." Yes, good!"
The moment the sound came, he walked into an old man wearing a gray cotton robe. The old man's hair was messy, his face was bruised and purple, and there were several large footprints on his chest and placket.
As soon as he came in, he shouted out loudly, the shopkeeper frowned and yelled: "Where is the beggar, go away, I have no money today!" He stepped forward and pushed away.
The old man widened his eyes and said, "You touch! If you dare to touch me, I won't be able to get up! I'm here to listen to the show today!"
The moment Wang Lin saw the old man, his eyes suddenly flashed past. This old man was not someone else, but the one who lied to Wang Lin for a meal six or seven years ago.
Sitting at the inn shopkeeper opposite Wang Lin, the middle-aged fat man frowned immediately, stood up, walked to the door quickly, flipped his pockets, fumbled for a long time, finally took out a copper coin, threw it to the old man, and said: "I'm giving you money, let's go, it's really bad luck."
The old man took the copper coin, bit his teeth, stuck a mouth of patina, and grinned at the shopkeeper: "Well, it's true, it's harder than gold, see it, it's the truth of your shopkeeper, hum. "As he said, he threw the copper coin in his hand and dropped it in the shop, and said triumphantly: "A pot of tea!"
Then his gaze swept away, fell on Wang Lin, and walked over. It was not that he recognized Wang Lin, but that there was only Wang Lin's table in the inn at this time, and he was alone.
The shopkeeper froze for a while, looked at the copper coins in his hand, and then at the shopkeeper. He saw a lot of beggars, but he had to bite when he saw the copper coins, and he was the first to buy tea and drink after getting the money.
The middle-aged fat man twitched his face and rolled his sleeves and he was about to go up and throw the old man out, but at this moment, Wang Lin raised his hand and said, "Forget it."
The middle-aged fat man paused immediately, hesitated, muttered a few words, and turned to the back room.
The old man smiled, looked at Wang Lin, and said, "You..." He just said a word, he was taken aback for a moment, staring at Wang Lin carefully, and then he looked strange and surprised. Said: "It's you!"