The sky is blue, like a satin silk spread, and a few white clouds, like embellishments, make the blue silk brighter.
Below the Qilian Peak, a small river winds and stretches for several miles, and merges into the big river. In the middle reaches of the small river, there is a mountain village, where the mountains and green waters are beautiful, like a rural land.
"Back then, the water in this river was sweet, and there were clouds and mists appearing on Qilian Peak from time to time. If someone can take a breath in the mist, it is said that they can strengthen their body and will not get sick within ten years."
The voice of a young man came from the mountain village.
This boy was about fourteen or five years old, and he was born with a tiger head and a tiger brain. At this moment, he was talking to seven or eight children around him, talking about the past five years ago.
"Look at me, when did I get sick in these years, it's because my father took me to take a breath of cloud and mist. It feels more comfortable."
The young man was quite proud, making gestures and speaking vividly.
By his side, the seven or eight children opened their eyes wide and showed excitement. They were obviously attracted by the story of this young man, and they wanted to take a breath of the cloud.
"Wang Ping, in fact, you should take a breath here. What a pity, the mist has disappeared since God's grandfather became angry five years ago. Otherwise, let your dad take you to breathe in order to prevent you from getting sick within ten years. ."
The boy's eyes fell on one of the boys.
The boy was about five or six years old, pale, weak, and obviously shorter than the other children. His appearance was extremely handsome. If it weren't for the sickly appearance at the moment, he would definitely look as cute as a porcelain doll. He was wearing a set of Gebu shirt, and his eyes were excited at the moment, and he said: "Big Brother Zhou, I will tell my father when I go back, let him take me to see."
The young man laughed and said: "Uncle Wang's carpenter's craftsmanship is good, but now the fog in Qilian Mountains is gone, how can I take you there? Let me say, you guys might as well learn from me. Let's practice swordsmanship every day to keep fit. When I grow up, I will use the sword to walk the rivers and lakes!"
The youth's lofty ambition, the excitement in the eyes of the surrounding children is even stronger.
Just when the teenager was excited, smoke was smelt in the mountain village, and a call came from each house.
The young man looked up and sighed, "Well, today's martial arts conference will end first, and we will start again when we finish eating."
With a trace of perseverance, the children dispersed. The child named Wang Ping walked towards the village. There was always excitement flashing in his eyes, sometimes turning his head to look at the Qilian Mountain in the distance.
As he was walking, a big man came from the entrance of the village. This man was quite burly, holding a steel fork arrow used by hunters in his hand and a roe deer on his shoulder.
The big guy saw the child and said with a smile: "Wang's little boy, what kind of martial arts meeting did you go to with my little boy?"
The child nodded shyly and said, "Hello Uncle Zhou."
The big man smiled more deeply, touched the child’s head, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, he is a child with a craftsman. Not only is he handsome, but he knows the etiquette better than my stinky boy. You are going home, go, Uncle Zhou will go with you to discuss things with your father."
The child nodded quickly, led the big man, and walked towards the house. Not long after, outside a simple house on the north side of the village, the child ran a few steps in and shouted: "Father, Uncle Zhou is here. "
Inside the house, a young man walked out of the house. This person looks ordinary and looks nothing surprising. It is far from the handsomeness of the child. Many times, standing with the child, most people will think that this is not a father and a son.
The young man wore coarse cloth shirts. With cocoons on his hands, he walked out of the room and said with a smile: "Big Brother Zhou, I have a good harvest today."
The child ran into the room, took out a bun with white-faced bun, came to the young man, moved a small wooden stool by himself, sat on the side, and ate each bite.
The big man surnamed Zhou put the roe deer on his shoulders on the ground and laughed and said, "Brother Wang, I ran into this roe deer as soon as I went up the mountain today. The harvest was pretty good."
The young man smiled slightly, his smile was very gentle, he touched the heads of the children around him, and smiled: "With the martial arts of Brother Zhou, it is not difficult to take the head of the roe deer."
The Zhou family man laughed and said: "Brother Wang, my kid is not young. I will take him a wife in two more years. This house will be built recently, but it lacks a set of home furnishings. I'm going to bother Brother Wang."
Wang Lin smiled and said, "It's okay, Brother Zhou can rest assured."
The Zhou family man smiled and said: "Okay. This roe deer, first be the deposit."
As he said, he clasped his fists, turned and left.
As soon as he left, the child on the stool jumped up, hurried to the side of the roe deer, and looked around.
"Father, this week's uncle is really amazing, such a roe beast was actually hunted by him."
Softness appeared in the youth's eyes. He smiled and said, "Don't look, Ping'er, you should take medicine."
The child sighed, looked up at the youth, and said, "Father, the medicine is very bitter..."
The young man took out a bowl from the room. There was a white liquid in it. No breath came out. The child took it, frowned and drank it one by one. After drinking, his small faces were already wrinkled together, and he hurried to the side. At the water tank, I took a few sips to get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth.
"Father, when can Ping'er stop taking medicine?"
The child looked back at his father.
This father and son are Wang Lin and Wang Ping.
Wang Lin's eyes were soft, and he whispered softly: "It's coming soon."
In the middle of the night, the moonlight fell on the ground, as if a piece of silver gauze was splashed on, and the coolness of the moon night filled the village, making the mountain village below Qilian Mountain quiet.
Except for a few occasional slight barks, there was no sound.
Inside the house, Wang Ping had already fallen asleep. Although his small face was pale, he slept extremely sweetly. There was a smile at the corners of his mouth, apparently accompanied by beautiful dreams.
Wang Lin sat cross-legged, with thunder light flashing between his eyebrows, his right hand was slowly raised, Lei Guang walked along the eyebrows, extending to the tips of his right fingers.
Gently, Wang Lin's right hand was pressed to the center of Wang Ping's eyebrows, who was sleeping, and the electric light instantly flowed through Wang Ping's body. A cloud of black air instantly emerged from the child's body, condensing on the skin.
Gradually, the black energy became more intense, tumbling in the electric light, and finally, suddenly, rushing out of the body, Wang Lin quickly raised his right hand, and with a grasp, all the black energy was grasped by his right hand, condensed. Turned into a black fog ball.
Make a fist with his right hand, and the fog ball crushed.
Wang Ping, who was asleep, had a slightly ruddy face.
Looking at the child, Wang Lin sighed slightly, got up to cover the child with the kicked quilt, and then walked out of the house.
In the yard, the moonlight fell on Wang Lin, making his figure slightly lonely as moonlight.
"Five years..."
Wang Lin murmured softly.
Five years ago, Wang Lin returned to Ran Yunxing and came to live in Luoyue Village. The reason he chose this place was that Luoyue Village was very similar to his hometown back then.
Wang Ping was the Ying Ying. After taking the pill left by Liu Mei and conditioning Wang Lin's thunder system, the resentment in his body had dissipated a lot, and he could be like a normal child.
It's just that if he doesn't take medicine every day and sort out his grievances, he will still be as before. It takes a process to get rid of it completely.
Wang Ping's memory has been erased by Wang Lin, but a new life has been given to him.
In this quiet village, Wang Lin's heart also calmed down, far away from killing and strife, and some were just living peacefully like water.
Such a life, Wang Lin lived very steadily.
Like his father back then, he survived by carpenter's craftsmanship, just like his father's wish back then. If the imperial examination fails, he will be a carpenter and continue his life as a carpenter.
Various carpenter tools are placed in the yard, which is a portrayal of his five years of living here.
Every time he sees Wang Ping going out to play with children, Wang Lin will think of himself back then. When he is this old, the same is true. He will never come back before eating.
In the moonlight, footsteps came from outside the yard, and a staggering figure gradually approached.
"Boy, asleep?"
The old voice came in, and then a slightly humpback figure came into the yard.
Wang Lin nodded slightly and said nothing.
The old figure entered the courtyard, and the moonlight fell on him. This person was Sun Tai.
Sun Tai's appearance is getting older, and his face is full of wrinkles. In the third year of Wang Lin's settlement, Sun Tai came here, like a lonely old man, unwilling to leave alone before he died.
Sun Tai looked at the house under the moonlight with kindness in his eyes. He didn't know why in his heart. He loved this child named Wang Ping very much.
"How long do you plan to stay with this child?"
Sun Tai retracted his gaze and said slowly, his body was more dead.
Wang Lin was silent for a long time, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and whispered: "The reincarnation of the first life..."
"Reincarnation..."
Sun Tai sighed lightly and said, "Don't you plan to let him cultivate the Tao? With your cultivation level, this child can make the journey of Taoism much easier, even more advantageous than the eldest son of some cultivation families."
"I won't let him go to cultivating the Taoism, never in my life!"
There was a trace of decline in Wang Lin's eyes, and he said softly.
"This kid's talent is very good..."
Sun Tai was silent for a moment and said.
"I won't let him cultivate!"
Wang Lin's eyes fell on Sun Tai, and he said flatly: "Forever!"
Cultivating the Tao and the Tao, to the end, what is left, Wang Lin asked himself that his life was unhappy and lonely. He would not let his children go through this path.
He knew too much about the cruelty, killing and danger of the cultivation world.
"Ping'er has experienced a lot of things that shouldn't have happened. I named him Wang Ping in order to hope that his life will be safe and peaceful, like a mortal, marry a wife and have children, and spend quietly... Don't mention it again!"
Wang Lin's voice revealed a resoluteness, unchangeable, and unchangeable!