Moonlight, stars are rare.
The autumn wind accompanied Wang Lin's voice, in this courtyard, it seemed that he did not want to leave, and he kept wandering. The story of the Suzaku star boy, with a trace of sorrow in the twists and turns, blends with the autumn, and is more rich.
In Qing Yi's eyes, I don't know how many tears were shed, and he listened silently. When Wang Ping was halfway through hearing, he lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly...
"After that, he took the child and lived in Ran Yunxing..."
When the story of Wang Lin was finished, he picked up the hip flask, took a big sip, looked at the sky, and said nothing.
Qing Yi stared at the father and son in front of him blankly. There was an unspeakable emotion in her heart. Subconsciously, she took Wang Ping's hand, but she immediately noticed it. Wang Ping's hand was icy.
The courtyard was extremely quiet. For a long time, Wang Ping said in a hoarse voice, "The story is very beautiful, Dad, I'm tired."
Wang Ping stood up and walked to the side house deep in the compound. Qing Yi saluted Wang Lin and followed.
In the entire yard, only Wang Lin was left, sitting there silently, staring into the distance in a daze.
The cold of the autumn wind is more intense at night, blowing around, blowing up some fallen leaves and drifting far away.
I don’t know how long it took, Wang Lin sighed lightly, lowered his head, picked up the jug and put it to his mouth, only to find that the wine was gone...
Wang Ping had no sleep this night.
He sat in the room, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with pain in his eyes, and Qing Yi sat next to him. He took his hand and didn't speak, just silently accompany him.
"So... this is the answer... I have waited for the answer for more than sixty years..."
The pain in Wang Ping's eyes is even stronger.
"It turns out that I am a resentful baby refined by my mother..."
Wang Ping lowered his head, his face was full of bitterness and melancholy.
Early the next morning, Wang Ping left, and Qing Yi always followed him.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word to his father again, he took a look, even if he left, it was early in the morning, sitting in the carriage silently, and disappeared far away in Qishui City.
He didn't notice. At the moment of leaving, a glance silently looked at the carriage going away. In this glance, the vicissitudes of life...
Wang Lin walked out of the room and sat quietly in the courtyard, looking at the white clouds in the sky, and muttered: "Perhaps. You will have a day to understand..."
Wang Ping was sitting in the carriage. He didn't know where he was going. He just stared blankly at the front. He felt very tired, as if things in this world. At this moment, there was no more thoughts that would make him take a look. .
"Qing Yi, I'm so tired. Find a peaceful mountain village. Let's live there..."
Wang Ping said softly.
Qing Yi nodded, tenderness in his eyes.
In an ordinary mountain village on the border, Wang Ping and Qing Yi lived and lived an ordinary life. Their age is no longer young, and the years of their lives often flash in Wang Ping's eyes.
His life, nineteen years of ordinary, eight years of mountains and rivers, twenty-five years of battles, ten years of mortal supremacy, although short, the degree of excitement is far beyond what people can experience.
However, in the end, he returned to the original point, returned to the ordinary, and got up early every morning. Holding a wooden block to carve in the yard, in the ordinary, it reveals warmth. Every time at this time, Qing Yi will sit beside him with soft eyes, looking at the carving knife in his hand, making a knife and carve...
"Father once said that when you carve, you must use your heart to portray it. Only in this way can you put everything in your memory on the carving knife and blend it into the wood carving."
Wang Ping took the woodcarving in his hand and blew it lightly, and sawdust flew up on it.
Putting the woodcarving on the ground, Wang Ping showed nostalgia in his eyes, and said softly: "This is my father when he was young."
The wood carving was carved by Wang Lin, the young Wang Lin, with sharp light in his eyes, and he looked at the world with his hands on his back. An air of arrogance came slowly.
Time flies, another ten years.
The vicissitudes of time cannot wash away the traces of reincarnation, life and death, and cannot escape the path of heaven.
Ten years, for mortals, there is a bit of shortness in the length, which feels a bit contradictory, but it is a true portrayal of every mortal's heart.
For Wang Lin, ten years was short, with a trace of long time.
His hair is gray and very long, and it seems that he hasn't been combed for a long time, and his face has also become older. When he closes his eyes, he seems to have entered the cycle of reincarnation.
In the past ten years, Wang Lin's understanding of the way of heaven was clearer and deeper in the past ten years. He did not do all this deliberately, but unconsciously, naturally enlightened him.
It's like the trees in the yard have mostly died. They can't escape the reincarnation, but soon after they die, there is a new life.
In the mood of reincarnation of life and death, the changes of life are everywhere, but before, even if Wang Lin saw it, he would not feel it. Now, what he sees in his unconsciousness is full of vitality.
The flowers in the corner are falling every year, but they are also blooming every year.
The clouds in the sky dissipate day by day, but they are recondensing day by day, just like this world, where some people die, and there is life. There always seems to be a balance.
If it is causal, it is also implied.
In a large house in the palace, only Wang Lin lived alone. At this point, the neighbors around seemed to be used to it a long time ago. On weekdays, many children also came here to play. The original fashion was still afraid of Wang Lin, but the world is long. Now, these little children discovered that this old man is not scary at all.
Gradually, the big house in the palace became a place for children to have fun. Looking at these children every day, Wang Lin's heart became calm.
Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and he has done what he should do, and has said what he should say. Whether he can finally figure it out depends on Wang Ping himself.
Wang Lin believes that the children he educates and grow up have a mind-like mind, and all things in this world, all fetters, can be overcome!
In the ten years of the world, Wang Ping has become even older. He has reached the twilight years of his life. It is only the sculpture in his hand, but he has never let go.
"Father is right. Life is better. If I can choose, if there is an afterlife, I hope that I can live an ordinary life with my father in a small mountain village isolated from the world..."
Wang Ping said softly.
Beside him, Qing Yi looked at Wang Ping quietly, and said softly: "Since you already want to understand, why don't you go to see his old man."
Wang Ping put down the statue of his father in his hand. This statue was carved by Wang Lin ten years ago, sitting at the dinner table and gently saying "let's eat".
"Qingyi, you don't understand..."
The wisdom in Wang Ping's eyes grows stronger as he grows older.
"In my heart, in addition to my mother's question, there is another question. I dare not ask... I have a feeling. Perhaps this question is the real reason why my father refused me to cultivate..."
There was a trace of sorrow in Wang Ping's eyes. This sorrow was so similar to Wang Lin. He had seen some clues, but he dared not ask for confirmation.
"Qing Yi, I can feel that I have come to the end of my life. I am afraid that it will not be long. You are a monk and live longer than me. After I die, send me to my father. As for you, freedom No matter how long it has passed, don’t forget that there is such a reincarnation in your life that belongs to me!"
Wang Ping's voice was flat, but there was a hint of determination.
Qing Yi trembled and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Ping.
"In the past few years, you have suffered. As a monk, you can definitely change your appearance. In order not to make me feel lonely, you gradually made yourself aging with me. This love, Wang Ping, I will not forget. If there is an afterlife, I will never forget you!"
Tears flowed from Qing Yi’s eyes. Her cultivation level was promoted by Wang Lin to the Dzogchen in the late Yuan Ying period. Twenty years ago, she accompanied Wang Pingzhong to realize the way of heaven and obtain the artistic conception. Her artistic conception was It is a feeling of no regrets.
"Huangquan will be with you too!"
Qing Yi whispered: "Cultivation is like dust in my eyes... I don't want to be a ruthless immortal, I just want to be a loving person..."
Wang Ping looked at Qing Yi blankly, sighed, and whispered: "Why is this..."
At this moment, in the starry sky, a thunder light whizzed away and shuttled through the shining nebula. If you look closely at this thunder light, you can find that it is actually a huge beast inside. This beast looks like a unicorn, but it has no horns. , The whole body flickered with thunder, it was a thunder beast!
On the back of this thunder beast, sat a middle-aged scribe, this person has a high level of cultivation, and he didn't mind that thunder beast's thunder light wandered outside the body.
Lei Guang was extremely fast, and hurried towards Luo Tian's Northern Territory.
His goal is extremely clear, it is Ran Yunxing in the northern region of Luotian!
Seventy years ago, the thousands of fantasy stars in this place changed. The ancestor of the Huan Family who entered the second step of cultivation was killed, and there was a suspected Lei Xiandian messenger. This incident, under the spread, gradually caused Lei Xiandian. Attention.
According to the investigation, it seems that the person suspected of Lei Xiandian did not leave Ran Yunxing, so he sent this person to investigate.
The middle-aged man's cultivation base had already transcended the first step of cultivation, but at this moment he had reached the realm of yin deficiency. He sat on the thunder beast, stepped into the northern region of Luo Tian, and went straight to Ran Yunxing without stopping.
"Unexpectedly, there are people who dare to pretend to be the envoy of the Lei Xiandian. This kind of thing has not happened for a long time!"
The middle-aged man showed a sneer on his face. As an envoy of the Lei Xiandian, he had great power. In the entire Luotian Star Territory, except for a few ancient cultivation families, almost no one dared to provoke the Lei Xiandian.
"Let me Lei Daozi, the real Lei Xiandian messenger, will meet this person well for a while, don't think that if you can use a few thunder-type supernatural powers, you can pretend to be my Lei Xiandian, the real Lei Xiandian person, What I have is Thunder Beast!"
Lei Daozi put his right hand on Lei Beast's head and patted it lightly.
Lei Beast seemed to feel the pride of the owner, raised his head and roared, and the sound of thunder rumbling echoed in the starry sky, and it was getting closer and closer to Ran Yunxing...