"Wang Ping... Is that you..."
The middle-aged woman said softly.
Wang Ping stepped forward, came to the woman, looked at the youth that was no longer on her face, smiled and said, "Zhou Ruotong!"
The middle-aged woman bit her lower lip and looked at Wang Ping in a daze. For a long time, she smiled gracefully and said softly: "I recognized you when I saw you just now... After so many years, you have come back."
Wang Ping looked at the woman in front of him with emotion in his heart. Next to the woman, there was a teenage girl who looked very similar to Zhou Ruotong.
"Is this your daughter?"
Wang Ping asked.
The woman nodded, turned her head and said to the girl: "Uncle, he was my mother's partner when she was a child."
"uncle… "
The girl seemed a little afraid of life, standing behind her mother, whispered.
At this moment, several of the surrounding villagers also vaguely recognized Wang Ping. But seeing the soldiers with strong armors, they didn't dare to come forward to recognize each other.
Wang Ping looked at the little girl and smiled: "What's your name?"
The girl hid herself behind her mother, did not speak, her eyes showed fear.
Wang Ping sighed lightly, raised his head and said to the woman: "I will go to the back mountain to pay homage to Grandpa Sun..."
The woman smiled. From the beginning to the end, she did not go to see Qing Yi beside Wang Ping, but took the child and stood beside her man. Her man is a brawny man, obviously inherited his father-in-law's hunting skills, but this brawny man, if Wang Ping takes a closer look, he will find that he is not so unfamiliar.
Wang Ping turned around and walked back to the mountain. Qing Yi took a deep look at the young woman who lowered his head and touched the child's hair, and walked towards Wang Ping.
Wang Ping had just taken a few steps, and the little girl hiding behind her mother showed her head and said loudly, "Uncle, my name is Xu Nianping!"
"Nianping... Nianping..."
Wang Ping paused, sighed inwardly, and continued walking without looking back.
Until they walked far away, until the villagers dispersed, the brawny man standing beside the woman. Long sigh, softly said: "Why are you..."
"Brother, stop talking."
Zhou Ruotong raised her head and smiled slightly, her smile was very beautiful, and her eyes also showed a happy look.
"I will be content to see him again."
There were no weeds in Sun Tai's tomb, and it was obvious that people were often cleaning it up. Wang Ping stood in front of the tomb and left silently after a long time.
"Qing Yi, I think, in a short while, I will see my father... I have not seen him for twenty years..."
Wang Ping said softly.
Qing Yi didn't speak, but followed Wang Ping quietly, as if in this life, no matter where Wang Ping went. Even Huang Quan, she will never leave, this has nothing to do with the agreement back then, but a kind of company.
"There are some things. By then, it's time to ask clearly..."
Wang Ping looked back at Luoyue Village and gradually left.
In Qishui City, Wang Lin hasn't been to the inn for a long time. He sits in the courtyard all day. He is waiting, waiting for Wang Ping's return.
Fallen leaves always need to return to their roots, and wanderers will also return to the knees of their loved ones one day.
Three months later, Qishui City was filled with an atmosphere of turmoil. Some servants in the mansion left one after another. Only one old servant who always followed was left. Because there was nowhere to go, they chose to stay.
The entire Qishui City seemed to be almost empty, evading the war. Although the army of the Skywalk Empire did not have any casualties wherever it went, the panic still spread.
Qishui City was occupied by the Skywalk Empire. The army continued to push forward, Wang Ping stood outside the city, did not walk in, but left with the army.
"Father, now I have not fulfilled my wish of the year. I will come to see you when the child is finished..."
The wheel of time keeps moving forward. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are staggered several times, and in a flash, it is another five years.
Wang Ping, fifty-two years old.
Daqin and Chenyun successively surrendered, and the Skywalk Empire became the only kingdom on the star of Ran Yun.
From the time he left when he was twenty-seven years old, to now, twenty-five years ago, Wang Ping has obtained everything he wants, although there are many things in it that he does not know, although at this time, there are some too many things. quick.
It's just that Wang Lin said "Yes" back then, and all this is not surprising.
Having laid the ground, Wang Ping did not come to see Wang Lin immediately, but calmly looked at his mountains and rivers, feeling the mighty nature of the day and the earth.
Wang Lin, still every morning. Sitting in the yard, accompanied by an old servant, living an ordinary life, his heart gradually sublimated in these fifty years.
I spent ten years calmly and without any disturbances.
The 62-year-old Wang Ping looks quite old. Ten years of mortal supremacy has made his heart more tired. This tiredness made him miss his childhood and the mountains, rivers and seas of those eight years. What he missed more was the feeling of having his father by his side in the past twenty-eight years.
Qing Yi has also become an old woman with wrinkles on her face, but her eyes are more tender.
Although, for these years, they have not had any children...
On this day, Wang Ping left his father in the late autumn of the thirty-fifth year. In the autumn of this year, the falling leaves were flying, and the autumn wind was blowing, revealing a faint autumn cold.
Wang Ping stepped down from the position of supremacy of mortals, gave this country to the courtiers who had always followed him all the way, and left.
Apart from the 35 years of memory, he took away only Qing Yi, who stepped onto the carriage to Qishui City, slowly. Run towards his father.
The horse-drawn carriage galloped on the official road, and they were sent off by the falling leaves on both sides of the official road. They swayed with the wind and fell on the ground. When the carriage passed by, the wind brought up only made them float again, which can fall. The location, but always surrounds the big tree, it seems that there is a kind of power in it, so that they will not be far away, and they seem to be unwilling to be far away.
Fallen leaves will always return to their roots, and wanderers will return to their relatives, just like the distance between the fallen leaves and the earth, Qishui City is getting closer and closer...
Wang Lin was sitting in the courtyard. The only old servant died three years ago. He was the only one left in this big house.
In front of him, there is a table, two stools and chairs next to him, a few small dishes on the table, a pot of wine, and three pairs of chopsticks.
The dishes, still steaming, filled with scents, were blown by the wind, and scattered out of the house.
At the same time as the sound of horseshoes came, the sound of rolling on the ground gradually reverberated, and stopped outside the house. There were only a few long horses hissing, as if telling others that the carriage is coming...
On the carriage, Wang Ping walked down, smiled gently at Qing Yi, took her hand, and walked into the gate. Above the top of the gate, a red envelope plaque with a blue bottom and “Wang Mansion” seemed to have witnessed the vicissitudes of the years. Cyan, slightly receding, red, showing white marks.
Wang Lin raised his head. With this action, he seemed to have waited for thirty-five years, with a kind smile on his face, and said softly: "Come and sit down, the food is still hot."
The simple words revealed a dull warmth, without inquiries, no doubts, and not too much politeness, as if Wang Ping often came back, Wang Lin's eyes showed softness.
Wang Ping stared at his father in a daze. For thirty-five years, he has never seen his father with his own eyes since he left. If he said he did, it was just in a dream.
"Father..."
Wang Ping knelt on the ground, two lines of tears wet his clothes.
Qing Yi also knelt aside and said softly: "Father..."
Wang Lin stood up, helped Wang Ping and Qing Yi up, and whispered softly: "Let's eat."
After eating this meal for a long time, a long-lost warmth arose in Wang Ping's heart. This feeling has been 35 years away from him...
During the thirty-five years with Wang Ping, Qing Yi had already guessed Wang Lin’s identity, and knew that this elder was the Xu who slammed into the Thousand Fantasy Stars alone and shocked all the monks in Luo Tian’s Northern Territory. Wood! After all, Yun Wufeng once mentioned the word Xu Mu.
At this moment, she still had some disbelief in her eyes, and she couldn't overlap the kind old man in front of her with Xu Mu in the Megatron Northern Territory.
Qingyi didn't talk about Xu Mu's various legends to Wang Ping. After all, she had not been born when the incident happened that year. Everything is a rumors and cannot be exported.
Until the moonlight cleared and the autumn wind swept away, Wang Ping put down his chopsticks and looked at his father, with a thousand words in his heart, but at this moment, there was no one to say.
"Ping'er, what do you want to ask?"
Wang Lin looked at Wang Ping and said slowly.
"Father, I want to know about my mother..."
For more than sixty years, since Wang Ping had a memory, he only asked once. That time, he saw his father's depression.
Now, it was the second time he spoke.
Wang Lin was silent. After a long time, reminiscences appeared in his eyes, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and whispered: "I will tell you a story... There is a cultivation star far away from here, and its name is Suzaku..."
Wang Lin's voice revealed a deep vicissitudes of life. From his mouth, he slowly said a young man named Wang Lin, his nearly 900 years of life.
From stepping into Cultivation, Hengyue School, Heavenly Dao Sect, and gradually following the story of Wang Lin, an axis of life spread before Wang Ping and Qing Yi.
The story is very long, very long...
But between the lines, there was a breath of inexplicability, which shocked the person who heard this story in the bottom of my heart...
Wang Ping stared at his father in a daze and listened to the story. Qing Yi beside him opened his eyes wide. Listening to these scenes of stories, she couldn't help but be immersed in it, even though she knew that the protagonist of this story , Is Wang Ping's father, the old man in front of him.
"The nun is called Liumei..."