On Ran Yunxing, although the sea water occupies a large area, there are many famous mountain peaks on the land. Although the catastrophe many years ago made Ran Yunxing no longer full of aura, it is still slightly smaller than that of Vermilion Star. a little better.
Among the famous mountains on Ran Yunxing, you can always see a pair of father and son, climbing the peaks and standing on top to look at the sky and the earth.
Looking at the changes in the sky and the earth, watching the scenes of interlaced clouds, the earth, in their eyes, seemed to be shrunk countless times, so that at a glance, it seemed that they could see the end.
Especially at the peak, when a huge layer of wind roared, Wang Ping stood against the wind, looking at the world, his mind seemed to be purified and continuously sublimated.
As he climbed the peaks, his thin body gradually gained strength. In his eyes, everything about his father was great, such as twenty years of peace, such as challenging the world at this moment.
After crossing the peaks, Wang Ping's heart, from the so-called wide, seemed to have forgotten everything. He wandered between the sky and the earth. The only one who accompanied him, although only his father, but this mountain, this water, this day, this The earth, but it seems that he can feel his existence, and follow him outside of his body.
There is no loneliness, there is only the release of the soul!
No matter how sinister the mountain is, it can't stop the footsteps of his father and son, no matter how big the giant mountain is, they all cross under their feet.
Although Wang Ping's body is a mortal, his soul has been sublimated and reached a high level in this time of cultivation.
From the mountains, to experience life, from the leaps and bounds, to freeze the character, from time and time to look into the sky and the earth, to feel the mighty force. However, he never stopped, never succumbed to this mightyness, but by climbing again and again, with the greatest possible mortal possibility, inherited Wang Lin's heart-defying meaning.
Wang Lin didn't teach Wang Ping the art of cultivating Taoism, but in his own way, he gave Wang Ping's heart an infinite impact.
When I was thirsty, I drank the water from the mountain spring. When I was hungry, I used the fruit beast to enter the mouth. When I was tired, I sat on the ground.
Three years passed by at an extremely fast speed. In the past three years, Wang Ping's respect for his father has grown stronger. In his eyes, his father is the tallest person in the world.
After conquering the mountain, the next step is the river!
In rivers and rivers, the figures of the father and son also appeared from time to time, looking at the majestic river, listening to the roar that seemed to be against the sky.
A lonely boat, carrying Wang Ping's vision and gradually sublimated soul, is constantly advancing and challenging in the rivers and under the angry waves.
This big river that surrounds most of Ran Yunxing leaves behind Wang Lin and his son everywhere. The sound of laughter, more often, comes from Wang Ping’s mouth. With this laughter, Wang Lin is hearty. Laughter.
This kind of laughter is rare in Wang Lin, and it can even be said that it is extremely rare. His laughter seemed contagious, which made Wang Ping happier.
It seems that as long as there is a father by his side in this world, he will be enough!
"Father, Ping'er will be by your side all his life, even if it is death, if there is a reincarnation in the next life, even if we are no longer father and son, I will never forget you!"
In the river, Wang Ping's voice is decisive!
This Ye Guzhou went far in the river, traveled most of Ran Yunxing, and went to the entrance of the sea.
The trip on land is over, but the voyage of the sea is just beginning. On the sea, a ship rides the wind and waves, and the wind blows Wang Ping's world, expanding infinitely.
One island after another, waves of waves, he saw the sky thunder bombarding the sea, brought waves of lightning to swim away, saw a huge whale comparable to a village, and even saw a mirage.
The vastness of the sea far exceeds the land, Wang Ping's eyes. The brighter and brighter, he felt the tolerance of the sea, just like his father's chest, the infinite stalwart.
Blended with the infinity of the sea, blended with the fierceness of the mountains, blended with the extension of the rivers, and felt the mighty world. Five years later, when Wang Lin and his son set foot on this land again, Wang Ping was completely reborn. The sublimation.
Although he is still a mortal, his soul can contain heaven and earth!
When they returned, the last mountain they jumped over was the Qilian Peak next to Luoyue Village!
The twenty-seven-year-old Wang Ping’s childishness has long been wiped out, replaced by a resolute look, his appearance, in these eight years of experience, gradually get rid of that trace of monsters, and what is left , There is only a superb handsomeness.
The sharp and angular face of the handsome face has a smile and bright eyes like the sun.
Looking at Wang Ping in front of him, Wang Lin smiled. In the past eight years, after thinking about it for a long time, he thought of a way to completely get rid of the grievances in Wang Ping's soul.
Liu Mei’s medicine and Wang Lin’s magical powers can only disperse most of the grievances, but this grievance is too deep and has been incorporated into the soul. It is deep-rooted, and the calmness of twenty years has made this grievance gradually eased, plus this After eight years of spiritual purification, Wang Ping's soul sublimation, unconsciously, only a trace of grievance in his soul was cleared.
This thread, however, is any spell or pill that can't get rid of it, it can only be wiped out in reincarnation.
Under Qilian Peak, Wang Lin looked at the mountain village in the distance, and said softly, "Don't you want to see it?"
Beside him, Wang Ping shook his head and said, "Not going anymore."
Wang Lin did not say any more, but set foot on the mountain. Wang Ping followed, catching up with his father, and said with a smile: "Father, I remember when I was a child, I heard people say that there is fairy fog on Qilian Mountain, and one mouthful can prevent you from getting sick for ten years. At that time, I was thinking, I don’t know. When will my father take me here."
Wang Lin smiled and glanced at Wang Ping kindly.
This tall Qilian Mountain was gradually climbed to the peak by the father and son. On the peak, there were countless clouds floating on it, as if stepping on a cloud.
Wang Ping took a deep breath and looked at his father. In his fancy, the Qilian Mountain was stalwart, but it was no better than his father. Although the Qilian Mountain was tall, it was no higher than his father's spine!
In the distance of the clouds, it was slightly dark, waves of electric light wandered, and sometimes thunder rumbling out, this majesty of the world attracted Wang Ping's attention.
Not long after, as the thunder grew louder, a damp wind blew, and the rain slowly fell on the ground. As the clouds filled, the rain gradually grew louder.
On the earth, because it hadn't rained for a long time, Xu took up the dust, but it hadn't risen too high, so it was soaked by the rapid rain, merged into the raindrops, and returned to the earth again.
It's like a person who is cultivating against the sky, who wants to ascend to the sky, but under the majesty of the sky that turns into raindrops, he has to fall. In this cramped rain, how much dust can really rise to the sky...
The thunder and rain rushed past, and the father and son on the mountain peak calmly looked at the sky and the earth. The rain seemed to be overwhelming in the lower realm, but it didn't fall on them at all.
Except for the thunder and swish rain, there was no sound in the surroundings.
The thunderstorm came fast, and it went just as fast. Not long after, the clouds dissipated, and a colorful rainbow, as if hanging in the sky, appeared in front of the father and son.
The beauty of the rainbow is dazzling and colorful, and the seven colors seem to contain heaven when viewed from such a close distance.
But at this moment, this tranquility was disturbed by a howling sound. In the distance between the heavens and the earth, a sword light whizzed away, turning into thunder and rumbling, as if to shatter the rainbow, Penetrate through it.
In that sword light, stood a middle-aged man, this man was immortal, with a celestial spirit, and a blue flying sword at his feet, exuding bursts of cold light.
As he whizzed past, he saw Wang Lin and his son at the top of Qilian Peak at a glance, but he said softly.
It is absolutely extraordinary for a mortal to climb here, and it must have great perseverance. Appreciation appeared in the person's eyes, but he didn't stop. Instead, he jumped over the mountain and went straight to the distance.
Wang Ping stared blankly at the middle-aged man disappearing to the horizon. This was the first time in his life. Seeing such a scene, the shock in his heart was like a wave of anger, which has not been calmed for a long time.
"Father, is this... a fairy?"
Wang Ping murmured.
Wang Lin sighed lightly and said slowly: "Yes."
Wang Ping was silent. For a long time, he raised his head and looked at his father, with a bright light in his eyes, and said softly: "Father, can't I really practice the Tao..."
Wang Lin's eyes fell on the rainbow that was gradually dissipating in the distance, and deep in his eyes, there was a trace of sadness again. He did not speak, but shook his head.
Wang Ping didn't tell any more, but stared blankly at the place where the middle-aged monk had disappeared in the distance.
After getting off the Qilian Mountain, Wang Ping remained silent all the way. He walked on the official road until he reached the nearby town and got on the carriage to Dacheng. Wang Ping still didn't say a word.
Except for the driver who drove the carriage, there were only Wang Lin and his son on the carriage. Wang Lin's eyes followed the window of the car to look outside. In his eyes, the color of sorrow was thicker, and there was a bit of unspeakable bitterness in it.
The carriage was quiet. For a long time, Wang Ping lowered his head and whispered softly: "Father, I want to cultivate..."
This is the second time that he has spoken out of monasticism.
The first time, ten years ago, that year, he was seventeen years old.
Wang Lin didn't take his gaze back, he still looked out the window, and said calmly, "You are not suitable for cultivating!"
"Father, why?"
Wang Ping looked at his father's profile and asked unwillingly.
Wang Lin turned his head, as he did ten years ago, did not speak, but looked at Wang Ping quietly and quietly.
The sound of rolling on the ground outside the carriage came slowly, leading to the passage of time. In the end, Wang Ping lowered his head and whispered, "I see, father."