Chapter 1603 – Home Under Mount Everest

“Don’t you dare!” The words were not big, but they were earth-shaking!

The young man holding a flying sword, in this low roar of Wang Lin, his complexion changed greatly, he was only a cultivator in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, at this moment, in his view, Wang Lin’s figure was incomparably tall, and that low roar made the sky and the earth change color.

That vast breath, invisible into a pressure, let this youth face directly pale, actually sprayed a mouthful of blood, its sword light instantly dim, seems to not dare to go forward, bam, his hand in the trembling under the flying sword fell to the ground, the body backward to withdraw sharply.

“Impossible, impossible! You’re just a mortal, you’re just a mole, there’s no way you can make me fear!!!” That youth was as if he had gone mad, trembling under the roar of his heart and soul, his voice distorted as he retreated, causing those kneeling literati below, each and every one of them to be unable to believe it.

Throughout history, there has never been such a scene, mortals dare to reprimand immortal cultivation, that sentence “you dare”, such as thunder boom, in the ears of the crowd whistling eternally.

At the same time that young man backed up, the other young man in the restaurant stepped out, his cultivation is far more than the other party, already is the middle stage of Foundation Establishment cultivator.

As he stepped forward, he pressed his hand behind his fellow disciple and looked up at Wang Lin and Dafu, who were the only two people standing in the midst of countless people kneeling!

Under this glance, he vaguely seemed to see that in the sky above Wang Lin, there was an aura that made him tremble permeating the air, and this aura was so strong that it actually caused his mind to boom after this glance, and countless refuted thoughts surged in his mind, seeming to break through him, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

“Mister Wang will realize the earth tomorrow, what’s the harm in considering your immortal cultivators as ants! Not to mention the two of you, even if it’s all the Immortals in this Vermilion Bird Star, what’s the harm!” Wang Lin looked up and his eyes showed the aura of lei lei, his long hair fluttered, his big sleeve fluttered, and he drank a mouthful of wine.

Under the horror, that youth scalp numb, this kind of thing exceeds his imagination, he vaguely has an extremely strong feeling, the other party, despite the fragility, but its body that vast and righteous, that aura of defying heaven and earth, enough to be comparable to all the aptitude, injuring their own two in the invisible, more so, let his heart and mind trembling in the, up a spirit of horror and reverence.

“How can this be, he is just a mortal, just a mortal! In his body can actually have this kind of breath, this person …… this person …… can not be offended!!!”

He didn’t dare to leave this way, but instead, he looked extremely respectful in midair, as if he was going to worship an elder predecessor, he cupped his fists and bowed to Wang Lin.

“We have offended, I hope that the great Confucian will not mind, and will leave here and never set foot in Su City for half a step.” After saying these words, this youth supported his fellow disciples and turned into a rainbow and hurriedly left.

In an instant, there was silence all around.

Wang Lin stood there and took a sip of wine, at this moment, a wind blew, fluttering his clothes, and his white clothes danced and floated in the eyes of the crowd.

“What can’t be!” Wang Lin put down the wine pot from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze fell on Su Yi, who had asked questions before and was now spread out there with a pale and trembling body, within the crowd.

Su Yi lowered his head, his body constantly trembling lightly, only after a long time did he struggle to get up and pay his respects to Wang Lin.

“Su Yi, pay homage to my Great Scholar of Zhao.”

“We, worship my Great Scholar of Zhao.” All of the literati students, at this moment, all clasped their fists, trembling with their eyes showing indescribable reverence, today’s scene, they would never forget it in their lives.

Even the many old men on those carriages outside, also bowed their heads and bowed their hearts!

They had never imagined in their lives that mortals could amaze immortals, but right now, they were seeing it with their own eyes, and an indescribable complexity and pride surged into their hearts.

“If the mind is infinite, if one senses the truth of heaven and earth, then looking at an immortal can be like looking at a mole cricket!” This sentence, after today, spread throughout the entire country of Zhao.

“I’m tired.” Wang Lin took the wine pot and finally glanced at the middle-aged man outside the mansion within the restaurant, who was frozen there, his whole body was drenched in sweat, and even more so, he didn’t dare to look at him in this glance of Wang Lin, but instead lowered his head, got up and made a bow to Wang Lin, turned around and descended the steps, and went into the inner mansion with Dafu.

Countless scholars in the courtyard, continuous worship for a long time, only to leave one by one, until the entire street outside, with a variety of purposes of people, have left, Su City, but also slowly quiet.

No one dared to say words of questioning, before the storm, but also in a very short period of time, completely dissipated.

As a result, Wang Lin’s reputation in the State of Zhao rose, completely replacing his master Su Dao, became the State of Zhao, the new great Confucian, and is unprecedented a shocking immortal great Confucian!

Time passes, Wang Lin that ten years of words are still there, but there is no one, can be qualified to come to ask, even if it comes, but also as a student, respectfully, listen to the teachings.

Spring and fall, in the blink of an eye is eight years.

Eight years of time, Wang Lin from that year’s mid-forties, slowly became half a hundred people, his hair, also have a small half pale up.

In these eight years, Wang Lin almost every month there are so many days, with the old Dafu, sitting on the boat in the river, drinking osmanthus wine, he is always waiting, waiting for that seems to have not come according to the agreement of the people.

Even more than just these eight years, in the previous twenty years, Wang Lin was likewise the same.

The entire twenty-eight years, twenty-eight alternations of spring and fall. Only in the end, that boat traveled across a stone bridge, but still didn’t wait for, that person.

“Master, what in the world are you waiting for ……” on the boat, Dafu’s body is still very strong, just that stingy problem, but it is more and more powerful up, he often looked at his right wrist to daze, always want to remember in the quiet time, just in the end, or could think of nothing.

“I am waiting for myself …… to wait for a date with myself.” Wang Lin’s face was slightly aged, his voice was hoarse, he looked at the sky and slowly opened his mouth.

In that sky, there was always a white bird of prey, circling back and forth, it had accompanied Wang Lin for twenty-eight years without any changes.

Looking at it, Wang Lin was a little tired, leaning against the bow of the boat, he fell asleep in a daze, the sound of the zither echoed in his ears, the sound of the zither seemed to be fused with his dream, and in that dream, the sound of the zither accompanied him as well.

Dafu sighed, looking at his right wrist, launched into a daze.

The midday sunlight was soft, falling on his body was warm, letting Wang Lin sleep well, only this season, it was time for the willow flakes to fly again, there were so many clusters of willow flakes moving with the wind, falling on Wang Lin’s face, softly scratching, letting Wang Lin open his eyes.

The boat was still rowing.

Looking at the fluttering willow flakes in front of him, Wang Lin suddenly smiled.

“Dafu, do you remember more than twenty years ago, when we just came to Su City, at that time, there were also so many willow flakes, also on this painting boat.”

Just as he was laughing, suddenly in the distance, a boat staggered by, and in the moment of its passing, two soft and melodious voices came out from within that boat.

“Elder sister, these willow flakes are very annoying, it’s hard to land on your body.”

“If you don’t think about them, you won’t feel that they exist, senior sister, your heart isn’t still.”

Hearing this voice, Wang Lin froze, he was vaguely familiar with it, it seemed like he had heard this voice before, he got up and looked up, only to see that on top of the boat, there were the figures of two women.

Those two women were very young, their faces were very beautiful, standing there in that endless willow, like fairies, in that wind, their clothes blew, looking even more beautiful.

“It’s …… them ……” Wang Lin stared blankly at the painted boat far away, in front of his eyes seemed to emerge more than twenty years ago, that rainy night in the crow’s nest boat.

Looking at it, Wang Lin’s face showed a soft smile, he could never forget, he was in the shade of the tree in the rain, looking at the dark clouds of the ink mountain, looking at the vastness of the heaven and earth that he had never seen before, and he was there to recite a poem out of his mouth, and that happy and self-satisfied look, he still remembers it.

The woman called Xu Fei, that year’s rebuke, seems to still be in the ear.

That rainy night within the crow’s nest boat, his own blush and heartbeat, as well as the beauty of those two women, also within the memory, has not faded. There was also that thick coat, which was also placed by Wang Lin within that bamboo row back then, kept and never taken out.

Wang Lin sighed lightly as he touched his white hair and didn’t say anything to greet him, instead he sat there and drank his wine.

In his life, he hadn’t met a woman that made his heart flutter, what accompanied him, besides the wine, besides Dafu, was the white flying bird that circled back and forth in the sky.

He did not have a wife, this life, seems to be in that loneliness, silently walked through twenty-eight years.

If the only woman he has ever had a heartbeat, is that the earliest, the first time I met her, the woman called Zhou Rui, the woman who gave him the clothes.

Leaning against the bow of the boat, drinking wine, looking at the reflection of himself in the water under the boat, Wang Lin saw a pale face with a lot of white hair.

The boat that the two women were in gradually intersected with Wang Lin’s boat until they were completely separated from each other, as if they were life’s trajectories, and after a certain touch, they continued to leave in different directions.

“Hehe, senior sister, look at that old man, he seemed to be looking at us just now.” Xu Fei looked at Wang Lin’s back on the gradually distant boat.

That painted boat was drifting and sailed under a stone bridge.

Zhou Rui turned her head, her eyes swept over, just in her direction, with the separation of each other’s boats, her eyes were covered by that stone bridge, she didn’t see it, and she wouldn’t go and sweep over with her divine sense just because someone else was looking at her, so she didn’t look at it carefully again and turned her head back.

Until they were getting farther and farther away from each other.

Wang Lin sat on the boat and spoke softly to Dafu in a calm voice.

“Dafu, let’s leave Su City, after waiting here for twenty eight years, no more waiting, let’s go home.”

“Home? Where is home?” Dafu froze.

“Under Mount Heng Yue.” The boat docked, Wang Lin and Dafu, stepped off the boat, he glanced back at the river, glanced at this Su City that he had lived in for twenty-eight years, and said softly.

When they arrived, in the season of fluttering willows, a few jugs of wine, a carriage, and the master and servant.

When he left, it was still the same.