Chapter 1606 – Guests from the Snowy Region

Wang Lin didn’t know if his words would play any role, even he himself, was in a daze, after a long time, Wang Lin picked up the pill on the ground, was silent for half a second, placed the pill in his arms, sighed softly, and turned around to walk away.

He was alone, walking within the heaven and earth of this Vermilion Bird Star, not confining himself to one mountain and one place, but walking through countless mountains, crossing countless long rivers, carrying his enlightenment of the heaven and earth, carrying his thoughts, and walking to one kingdom after another.

Year after year, that pill Wang Lin swallowed, this pill gave him endless energy, giving Wang Lin more strength to fulfill his wish to travel around the world.

On the way, he slept by the mountains, rested when he met the river, and saw countless unfamiliar faces, among which there were kind, fierce, bewildered, and meddlesome.

He had encountered robbers, encountered horse bandits, just every time he encountered, he just stood there, can be another people can feel that kind of its body’s vast atmosphere.

He, Wang Lin, could even scare off immortals with a single word, not to mention other people.

As he walked, Wang Lin’s face became even older, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, containing his endless wisdom and insights, making his entire person, as if he was transformed and sublimated again in his thoughts.

He went to too many cities and saw too many people, even Kyoto went to a lot of them, within that one Kyoto, in front of that one dignitary, Wang Lin’s temperament, Wang Lin’s words, slowly being worshipped by everyone.

Even those emperors who enjoyed the highest in the mortal world, he saw a lot of them, and in his eyes, these all people, all of them were the same.

There was no difference.

It wasn’t like there weren’t people who wanted to harm his life, but every person who had such thoughts ended up being struck by an indescribable feeling, and fell back in awe when facing Wang Lin.

In the Kingdom of Wu, inside the palace, thousands of forbidden troops surrounded, only need that Wu Emperor’s order, will be Sha Teng and out, he wants to leave Wang Lin, let Wang Lin become a great Confucian in the Kingdom of Wu.

But in the end, in Wang Lin’s smile and shake his head, he turned to leave, the sky thunder rolled, the wind and clouds changed, tens of thousands of forbidden army, none dared to stop, let him leave after, all together.

In the Sun Kingdom, the Sun Emperor and countless subjects sent Wang Lin a thousand miles.

In the Tengu country, there were countless evil people, but in the end, it was tens of thousands of people who were indoctrinated when Wang Lin left.

As he walked, the four words “Great Scholar Wang Lin” set off a storm on this Vermilion Bird Star, becoming more and more violent and being remembered by countless people.

Wang Lin saw countless mountains along the way, and standing on that mountain, he looked up at the heavens and earth, feeling its vastness. He also met immortals, and encountered many figures that were either strange or familiar.

On the Vermilion Bird Star, there were a large number of sects within the many cultivation countries, and most of these sects were built within the mountain peaks, or in places with beautiful scenery, but similarly, there were also some within the poor mountains.

Every mountain, every walk a place, if the heart has a sense, Wang Lin will not deliberately look for, just with the heart of that sense of heaven and earth, can be in that many peaks, into the door of each sect.

Despite the different strengths and weaknesses of the mountain protection formations, none of them could affect Wang Lin’s footsteps, and he often stepped in and was shocked to be detected by the cultivators within each sect.

Even elders who had been in seclusion for countless years within their sects would be awakened from their meditation by the vastness of heaven and earth that was scattered from Wang Lin’s body.

Wang Lin came and went calmly, he only looked at the mountains, he only appreciated the scenery, and he only realized the heavens and the earth, as for the rest, everything was the same in his eyes.

Gradually, even within the cultivation world of Zhao, a mortal great Confucian, Wang Lin’s name, slowly spread. Those cultivators knew that on this Vermilion Bird Star, there was that one mortal, a contemporary great Confucian, and even when cultivators were in front of him, they tended to have awe in their hearts.

What they were in awe of was not its strength, but its thoughts!

“Cultivators or mortals, all of them are yo-yo beings ……” Wang Lin’s words, walking to any place, will leave some behind.

Among the cultivators, there were many who had long conversations with him, were inspired by him, sensed heaven and earth, clarified their intentions, and were expected to transform into gods. Even if one’s cultivation had passed the level of Transformation of God, one would still have a vague sense of heart and soul vibration in that long talk.

A year, a year, the years passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was twelve years.

In twelve years, Wang Lin had been to many, many places, and his name, without realizing it, had spread to more places he hadn’t been to.

Twelve years ago, he left Zhao alone, and twelve years later, he was still alone, walking on the Vermillion Bird Star.

On this day, during the winter season when snowflakes were falling, Wang Lin came to a capital city whose name he didn’t know, a country that was so large that it was equivalent to three Zhao countries in general.

This capital city, Wang Lin had come in a dream, standing outside that city gate, in the snowflakes falling, Wang Lin’s pale face, rose a trace of melancholy.

He tightened the leather jacket on his body and walked into this city.

Treading on the snow on the ground, in that crunching sound, Wang Lin walked to this city, a street, this street, very quiet, not many pedestrians, although there are stores on both sides, but there are very few people in the stores.

Looking at the familiar here, the picture in that dream became more and more real, it was as if it overlapped with his eyes, making Wang Lin walk forward silently in that trance.

“Clang, clang …… clang ……” In the distance came a burst of iron smithing sounds, Wang Lin searched for the sound and looked with his pale eyes, but he saw that not far away, there was a blacksmith store.

Inside the store, a middle-aged man, bare and lean upper body, holding a hammer was beating iron.

Despite the snowflakes outside, the man did not feel the cold at all, constantly wheeling his hammer, making that clanging sound.

Next to that han, there was a small bench, on which sat a seven or eight year old sized boy, he was wearing a thick cotton jacket, his little face was red, looking at the han excitedly.

“Da Niu ……” Wang Lin seemed to have a blur in front of his eyes, and gently shook his head, that child, is not the Da Niu in his dream.

“Old man, you’ve been standing outside for a long time, come in and warm up.” That big man put down the hammer in his hand, wiped his sweat, and turned toward Wang Lin outside the store, revealing a naive smile.

Wang Lin was stunned, the same smile appeared on his face, he nodded and walked inside the blacksmith store, a wave of hot air hit his face, melting a lot of the snow on his body.

“Xiuniang, bring some warmed wine.” The man put on a coat, and seeing Wang Lin’s old age, he helped him sit down before sitting aside as well.

“The old man isn’t a local, right?” The big man smiled.

“I’ve been here before, and this time I came to take a look when I passed by here.” Wang Lin looked at the furnishings within the store and spoke softly and hoarsely.

The seven or eight year old boy sat not far away and looked at Wang Lin curiously, after hearing his mother’s voice inside the house, he got up and ran over, not long after, he appeared with a middle aged woman holding a wine pot, the woman looked virtuous and poured a cup of wine for Wang Lin, her eyes showed compassion.

“Old man, the weather is cold, drink a cup of wine to warm your body, did you come here to look for relatives?”

Wang Lin smiled and didn’t say anything, instead, he picked up the cup of wine and put it on the corner of his mouth to sip it, then he drank it all in one gulp.

“Old man, my Zeng family’s wine is not bad, right? Haha, back then, my grandparents weren’t blacksmiths, but sold wine, and then they came to me, and that’s how they opened a blacksmith store.”

That big man picked up the wine cup and laughed after taking a sip.

The stove fire inside the store was very strong, forming a trance-inducing contrast with the snowflakes falling outside, and even more so, blowing out the cold air from that snow in.

Wang Lin sat there, drinking the wine of the Zeng family, somewhat indistinguishable from a dream, or not a dream.

After a long time, in the snow a little smaller, Wang Lin got up to say goodbye, the big man pity Wang Lin this age, sent him a pot of wine to stay warm.

When he left, the sky was darkening, just in that snow, the ground was very bright and could be seen far away, he walked, in the candlelight of the blacksmith’s store behind him, holding the figure under the moon, getting farther and farther away.

After a short pause, Wang Lin seemed to understand something, he was still walking on the Vermilion Bird Star, walking through an unfamiliar place, in the fifteenth year of leaving Zhao, Wang Lin was already in his early seventies.

His spine, even more curved, his body through a twilight, just his eyes, but bright as the sun, so that people do not dare to look at each other, that pair of eyes, contains the cause and effect, contains the life and death, contains the true and false …… Even his master Su Dao back then, did not have this kind of temperament.

In the summer of the fifteenth year, in an unfamiliar country, in a continuous rain, Wang Lin stood in a pavilion next to an official road, looking out at the rain, and vaguely, he could see that far away behind that rain, was an ocean.

That sea, it was huge, and it blocked two continents.

On the other side of the sea, there were many other kingdoms, there, it was the last place Wang Lin was going to visit, there, there was a woman who was the beloved of his other life in his dreams, he was going to go and have a look.

The rain clattered and stretched into lines, making heaven and earth a blur, only the rough outline could be seen, Wang Lin stood there, looking at the rain, listening to the sound, slowly closing his eyes.

Just a moment in his eyes closed, the rain in the distance, but there is a woman’s figure, step by step to come, this woman’s whole body as if emitting endless coldness, along with her arrival, its surroundings of the rain in the gusts of clicking sound became ice crystals fell on the ground.

In her arms, holding a baby, the baby was wrapped in thick quilts, without any rain falling on it, sleeping very sweet.

In front of the pavilion, the woman’s feet stopped, she has entered middle age, but her face is still delicate, just by that coldness filled, showing the depression as Rakshasa.

“You are the great scholar Wang Lin!”

Wang Lin opened his closed eyes, calmly looked at the woman and nodded.

The two of them, one inside the pavilion pavilion, were rainless. One was outside the pavilion, also similarly rainless, and that rain became ice, and under the dense sound, the sky behind the woman, completely shrouded, became frozen.

“I come from the snowy region, seeking you to ask a question.” The woman’s voice, like her words, came from the Snow Region.