Chapter 1572: Past Like Smoke

Wang Lin did not seem to notice the arrival of the old man, stroking the tombstone, kneeling in front of the grave, the tombstone was very cold, bursts of coolness into his hands, but it turned into a trace of warmth, warming his heart and soul.

Tears dripped down his cheeks and fell to the ground, landing on the grave, slowly wetting the grave soil, seemingly melting into it and flowing into his parents.

The coolness in his hands, the warmth in his heart, the tears in his eyes and the wetness on the grave soil made Wang Lin and his parents’ grave seem to merge into one in this instant.

This fusion, through an indescribable flavor.

The old man in the sky above, froze and looked at all this, his heart and soul roared, like countless thunderbolts, his body was vaguely trembling, there was a guess in his head, a guess that caused excitement to appear in his eyes.

The only person who could qualify to kneel in front of this grave, the only person who could qualify to shed tears in front of this grave, the only person who could qualify to say the words father and mother, there was only one in this heaven and earth, and that was Feng Zun!

Wang Lin’s body, slowly seems to have a piece of soft light faintly diffuse, shrouded that grave, he was bewildered, kneeling there tears continue to leave, sadly looked at the tombstone on the name of the parents.

But as the old man looked, he sucked in his breath, he didn’t know if it was an illusion, in front of his eyes, Wang Lin’s left side suddenly appeared a woman’s silhouette that was vaporized.

This figure was very soft, like it would dissipate when the wind blew, she possessed long hair and couldn’t be seen, but that same sadness could be felt emanating from her body.

She silently stood beside Wang Lin, looked at the grave, and similarly knelt down.

With a glance from afar, this illusory woman and Wang Lin, as if they were husband and wife, worshipped at their parents’ graves.

In the blink of an eye, on Wang Lin’s right side, under that old man’s gaze, an illusory figure once again appeared, this figure was a young man, this young man appeared to be about twenty years old, and his appearance was extremely similar to Wang Lin. The moment this youth appeared, a third illusory figure appeared beside him, which was a woman.

They looked at the grave with sad expressions and then knelt down together.

This scene was as if it was a family of four, warm and cozy, but at the same time, there was also an inexplicable bitterness that spread out in that old man’s mind.

Just at this time, the distant sky has whistling sound echo, but see that madman harrumphing in the arrival, in its wake the old man three disciples dead chase.

The crowd instantly came to the sky above this old house.

That old man three disciples angrily shouting just approaching, immediately was its master’s big sleeve flung, directly rolled the three to the side, under the eyes of a glare, the three immediately stopped drinking, have bowed their heads, but in the moment of bowing their heads, it was to see below kneeling in front of the grave of Wang Lin.

That crazy person ran out a long way, look back to see no one continue to chase, can not help but scratch his head, body swaying landed in the yard next to the old house below, saw Wang Lin kneeling not far away, immediately ran close to the front, but gently eeked out, circled around Wang Lin a few times, he vaguely saw Wang Lin beside the body, the three illusory shadows.

For all of this, Wang Lin ignored, he silently knelt there, stroking the tombstone, as if stroking the aged face of his parents.

Heaven and earth at this moment, there is a gloomy, with the gradual setting of the sun, the formation of the entire country of Zhao appeared to flicker violently, but see that before sensing the formation fluctuations of the Vermilion Bird Star many great aptitude cultivators, at this moment into more than a dozen rainbows whistling, in the twinkling of an eye, rushed into this formation, entered the country of Zhao, seems to be aware of it, and headed straight to the place where Wang Lin was.

The gloomy sky was immediately crossed by a long rainbow, and many cultivators were revealed from within that rainbow, appearing in midair and staring blankly at Wang Lin kneeling in front of the tomb below.

There were some people who were native cultivators of this Vermilion Bird Star and had met Wang Lin before, and now, in this environment, after seeing Wang Lin kneeling in front of the tomb, they immediately recognized Wang Lin’s identity!

“Feng Zun!!!”

“Wang Lin!!!”

A burst of exclamations came out from the mouths of those cultivators who recognized Wang Lin, causing a commotion as if a storm had been set off, causing all of these cultivators who had arrived to have their bodies shaken, their complexions showing shock and even more unbelievable excitement.

The three disciples of that old man, were even more dumbfounded, how could they not expect that the person who traveled with the madman, that person they talked about as vulgar, was actually Feng Zun!

At this moment, their minds were blank, these three people had forgotten to think and stayed there.

The sky in the distance lit up, there was a red cloud whistling, in the twinkling of an eye it was close to here, within the cloud came out of a person, this person was an old man, he wore a red robe, a head of pale hair under the face, not angry and authoritative.

Vaguely, can still be seen from its pale appearance, vaguely see the appearance of Zhou Wutai in the year.

This old man was the Lord of the Vermilion Bird Star, Zhou Wutai!

He looked at Wang Lin, who was kneeling below, and his complexion revealed remembrance and despondency as he silently stood there for a long time, and in the silence of all the surrounding cultivators, he softly spoke.

“You …… came back …….”

Wang Lin did not raise his head and kept looking at the tombstone, and after half a minute he spoke in a low voice.

“Came back ……”

Zhou Wutai was old, his body emitted a flavor of vicissitude, and between his body steps, he came to Wang Lin’s side and bent down towards the tomb.

“All of you leave, let me be quiet with him.” Zhou Wutai raised his head in the middle, his gaze swept over the people in the sky, even though there were many cultivators here whose cultivation was higher than him, Zhou Wutai was the Lord of the Vermilion Bird Planet, his identity was the most honored amongst the cultivators here, and his words were already higher than his cultivation.

The dozen or so cultivators around them, with excitement pressed into their silence, made a deep bow to Wang Lin and then another bow to the grave before turning around with respect and leaving.

There were quite a few cultivators among them that didn’t belong to the Vermilion Bird Star, but came from other places and voluntarily guarded the Vermilion Bird Star as a way to honor the sealing honors.

That old man also took its three hitherto unbelievable disciples and similarly left.

In the blink of an eye, only Wang Lin, Zhou Wutai, and the madman were left within this old house. After watching for half a second, that lunatic felt a bit bored, so he walked to the side and leaned against the courtyard wall, his eyes closed and slept.

“This time when you come back, how long are you going to stay.” Zhou Wutai was silent for a moment, sat beside Wang Lin, flipped his right hand and took out two jugs of wine, placed them beside him, looked at the grave and spoke softly.

Wang Lin raised his hand that was caressing the tombstone and silently sat on the ground, the three illusory shadows outside his body slowly dissipated.

“It won’t be …… long,” Wang Lin picked up a wine pot and put it to his mouth and took a sip.

“This is …… the wine in that jug, it has a flavor that he is familiar with, as if he has returned to more than a thousand years ago.”

“This is the wine of the Zeng family, I left quite a bit of it back then, in order to get drunk with you once more.” Zhou Wutai said softly.

“That child of the Zeng family, I accepted him as a disciple …… He must be very happy if he knows that you have returned.” Zhou Wutai picked up the wine pot and took a sip before looking at the sky and slowly said.

Wang Lin was silent, in front of his eyes seemed to emerge that child who had been a cow back then, that young child with a good talent.

“Thank you.” Wang Lin looked at his parents’ grave and said softly.

“Thank you for what, I this Lord of the Vermilion Bird was also given by you back then, it’s just that I can’t go and stop this Vermilion Bird Star from changing, after you became a Seal Dignity, a lot of people came, and they also have good intentions, wanting to make this place a holy place, I can only keep this Zhao ……” Zhou Wutai smiled bitterly Shaking his head, he took a big sip.

“I know you are a person who remembers the past, perhaps this place has changed too much, making you unfamiliar.” Zhou Wutai sighed lightly.

Wang Lin didn’t say anything, one sip at a time, after drinking all of that jug of wine, Zhou Wutai once again took out a few jugs and placed them in front of him.

The sky slowly darkened, the moonlight covered the earth, and in its softness, there was a hint of coolness.

The two of them drank the wine from back then in the moonlight, outside this old house, in Wang Lin’s home, slowly drinking and talking about the past.

“The Rune Clan’s Cloud Bird son, has already ended with a broken lifespan, I buried him …… He kept saying your name before he died ……”

“Cloud Sky Sect, now become one of the nine big clans, just that the deceased people of that year have also been dispersed one after another, nowadays the Vermilion Bird Star, not to mention you strange, even I, also feel strange ……

The people of that year, the remaining ones are already few, very few …… “Zhou Wutai sipped his wine, his expression carrying a reminiscence.

“Remember the fire burning country’s Zhou Zihong, I also later learned that you have old, she along with her mother Feng Luan, left many years ago, is said to be worshipped in the call river a certain sect ……

That Zhou Zihong’s dao partner, died in a big battle a few years ago ……”

Wang Lin listened to Zhou Wutai’s words and silently drank a pot, a pot.

“Wang Lin, I actually envy you ……” The moon color got thicker, the bright moon hung high in the sky, under the moonlight filled the sky, Zhou Wutai seemed to be a little drunk, maybe its not the body that is drunk, but the soul.

“You dare to walk out of this Vermilion Bird Star, dare to go to struggle in life and death …… I do not dare, I can only guard here …… “Zhou Wutai face reveals bitterness.

“This guard, is more than a thousand years …… I have never been able to forget, when you appointed me as the Lord of the Vermilion Bird Star, left alone, gradually dissipated in the sky back, then my, although envy, but not as thick as today… …”

“Still remember that disciple of mine ……” Zhou Wutai drank a large mouthful of wine, his eyes showing sadness.

“He has already died for many years, he is the place where my intention of transforming God is …… I had promised him that I would accompany it until death …… I buried him on the Vermilion Bird Star, and every time I want to leave this Vermilion Bird Star, I will go to see him a glance and silently drink alone in front of his grave.” Zhou Wutai lowered his head.

“That disciple of mine, he’s very homesick, he doesn’t want to leave his hometown ……”

Wang Lin didn’t say anything, and the two of them, Zhou Wutai, drank the old wine of the Zeng family until the bright moon gradually dissipated, until the sky turned white, until the early sun raised its head.

“Wang Lin, Red Butterfly, probably didn’t die!” Zhou Wutai, who was in the midst of soul drunkenness, uttered these words in this moment of dawn.