Chapter 1611: The Red Color

Li Muwan’s voice contains tenderness, as if the sea is deep like tenderness, into Wang Lin’s ears, so that Wang Lin’s heart in the quiet, flooded with tenderness, that old face, seems to be at this moment also become a little younger, he looked at Li Muwan, forgetting the passing of the years and years of time.

Li Muwan’s words, Wang Lin in the dream of that life, engraved in his bones, he could not forget, or overlap with the life in the dream, in front of his eyes appeared that he lived with her for many years in the valley.

That valley blossomed and fell, day after day and year after year, leaving the two of them, the eternal figure, and that burst of zither sound filled the air, so that people are intoxicated, unwilling to wake up.

Wang Lin, unwilling to wake up.

That valley, he looked at Li Muwan red face white hair into dry bones, that cruel scene, seems to tear his heart, so that he is in pain, there is sadness.

He remembered that he held Li Muwan’s corpse and sent out one of his strongest mournful cries towards the sky.

“Even if the heavens let you die, I will snatch you back!”

That voice, which echoed in Wang Lin’s mind at all times, came from a dream and merged into Wang Lin’s entire strength.

“This dream, let me stay with you until the end of days ……” Li Muwan hugged Wang Lin tightly, as if she was afraid that Wang Lin would leave, leaving tears in her eyes, murmuring softly, saying it again, and again, and again… …

She couldn’t tell how many times she said it.

Wang Lin’s dry hands lifted up, gently caressing Li Muwan’s head of green silk, his expression was soft, and he nodded.

This woman, until after her death, Wang Lin’s shadow grew deeper and deeper during those thousand years of loneliness and memories, until it became everything to Wang Lin.

Whether it was Willow Eyebrows, Li Qianmei, and everything else Wang Lin encountered later amongst the redheads, he couldn’t replace her shadow and couldn’t finally walk into Wang Lin’s heart.

Wang Lin himself knows, his heart, already in that year, that January, that day, in holding Li Muwan grief hissing to the sky at the moment, died.

The seven colors of the sky, missing a color, I want to use my life, to find her ……

“Are you willing to cut it off …… Can you cut it off ……” Wang Lin raised his head and looked at the sky, looking at the end of the sky that seemed to have a white bird of prey circling back and forth, and gently asked himself.

In the thirty-first year after leaving the State of Zhao, Wang Lin and Li Muwan sat on that green stone, thousands of miles under the surrounding mountains, sitting on their knees countless cultivators, Wang Lin hugged Li Muwan, smiled, and she went to sense heaven and earth together.

Gradually, Wang Lin’s words became fewer and fewer, from opening his mouth once a year, until he only uttered one word in a few years.

“Karma is empty, this is cause and effect. If you and others understand this, you can become the Dao …… “In the winter of the thirty-second year after he left Zhao, in the snowflakes falling from the sky, Wang Lin stood up from that green stone, his body was very weak, he could feel that his own life, had already come to the last moment, after only the last leg of the journey, even if he didn’t want to , also have to die.

This dream, very real, very real, he was a mortal in this dream.

Death, was an end, the end of a dream, but likewise, it was the beginning of everything.

Li Muwan was still very young, she gently supported Wang Lin, standing with him at that green stone, not leaving him.

Liu Mei was in the distance, she silently looked at Wang Lin and Li Muwan, the confusion in her eyes had gotten deeper and deeper over the years, until finally, it became an indescribable pain, causing her to lower her head.

“Still remember, where is home?……” Wang Lin’s voice became more and more vicissitudes, and he spoke softly.

Li Muwan had tears in her eyes and nodded.

“Take me.” Wang Lin stroked Li Muwan’s hair green silk, pale face, revealing two thousand years of longing.

Li Muwan bit her lower lip and held onto Wang Lin as her body leapt up, leading him to break through the void and leave far away under the gazes of countless cultivators for thousands of miles around.

Until it disappeared into the sky, disappeared into everyone’s eyes, as if, never appeared, never came.

Wind, blowing from Wang Lin’s side, brought up a head of his pale hair, fluttering in the back of the head, that pale-colored hair, in the dance fell on Li Muwan’s face, and her green silk entangled together, that black and white intertwined, seemingly forever unwilling to separate.

Li Muwan’s gaze was gentle, and she looked at Wang Lin from time to time as she walked forward, with warmth and attachment on her face.

Wang Lin looked at the earth under his feet in the whistling of the wind flashed one by one, looked at that a volcano, a plain, a jungle, and even saw the mortal capital city, saw a mortal who had almost become a black spot.

I don’t know how long, until the earth under the feet, the color gradually have green, gradually appeared a big rolling mountains, in that mountain, there is a hidden valley.

That valley, is his dream in addition to Zhao foreign, the second home.

It was his and her, home.

The long rainbow landed, below countless grass and trees, move in unison, those leaves clattered under the sound of swaying, and soon subsided, Li Muwan helped Wang Lin, appeared, has come to that valley.

The valley was empty, weeds all around, there were not many wildflowers in those grasses, emitting a burst of fragrance.

“Arrived home ……” Wang Lin color reveals a trance, looking at everything in the valley, there seems to be a stream of longing and sadness, from the soul to come, making him look at look at, at the same time that the sadness pervades, his eyes fell on Li Muwan’s body.

Li Muwan similarly looked around and after a long time, a happy smile appeared on her face.

“Wang Lin, let’s not think about whether this is a dream or not, let’s stay here and reside, okay.”

“Good.”

Time, just like this slowly passed, the weeds within the valley, had all disappeared, a simple wooden house appeared in the valley, day after day, year after year, there was that beautiful zither sound, reverberating in the sky of this valley.

In the sound of the zither, Wang Lin was sitting on the side, with a crutch in his hand, he looked even older, in the folds of his face, there was also a piece of brown spots dotted on his skin.

That was the old man’s spot. Within each spot, it was like the yearly wheel of a tree, constant loaded with the imprint of years.

He was still wearing that white coat, with a smile, listening to Li Muwan’s zither, looking at the woman in front of him who was also sitting there, her hands stroking the zither.

This woman’s face, no longer as young as when she came here, but like him, became an old woman.

This is Li Muwan to spell aptitude caused, she does not want to let Wang Lin in the old, looking at the young himself, but to be with him, such as mortals, counting each other’s gray hairs, walk through the rest of their lives.

Her heart, how can Wang Lin not know, he did not stop, but tenderly looked at his wife.

His wife.

There is a kind of love, do not care about each other’s age, do not care about each other’s appearance, care about, just that a glance of the soul.

There is a kind of love, do not care about the passage of years, do not care about the separation of yin and yang, care about, just that a dream of thoughts.

There is a kind of love, is this, in the sound of the piano, in the sunset, the two old people in the valley, silently looking at each other, the old man’s smile, is the old woman’s smile.

He looked at her, she played the piano, as if this world, they each other in addition to each other, there is no more everything, regardless of his heaven and earth, regardless of his sun and moon, regardless of his wind and clouds, everything, in the front of these two old lovers, are insignificant.

One year, one year.

That white bird of prey, never appeared again, as if it had departed from a dream.

Under that mutual gaze, in that zither sound, Wang Lin and Li Muwan experienced the recovery of all things in the spring, experienced the summer willow fluttering fiery sun shrouded, experienced the autumn leaves rustling, rolled the shadow of the two of them and left.

More together to see that rain, that snow, walked through one after another not cold winter.

This year was the thirty-fifth year since Wang Lin left Zhao.

This year, Wang Lin felt the call of death, and he understood that perhaps one day, as soon as he closed his eyes, he would be unable to open them forever, and he would walk out of this dream world. That day was already getting closer and closer.

In the fall of this year, the sky was fluttering with yellowed leaves, and those leaves were blown into the valley and slowly curled on the ground, and one of them, under Wang Lin’s body was stopped by his body.

Wang Lin probed down and with great effort took that leaf in his old man spot covered hands.

“Falling leaves return to the roots …… Wan Er, I have to go …… to send me on my last journey, accompany me to the State of Zhao, take Dafu with me, we will go to the city of Su, go there, and complete this dream life of mine, the last date with myself.

Back then, he didn t come, this time, he will definitely come.”

Li Muwan had white hair, and with that unwillingness and longing, she helped Wang Lin, and walked out of their home, and in the middle of that heaven and earth, she turned into a long rainbow in the distance, and went towards the end of the other side of the sea, the continent where the Zhao Kingdom existed.

Here, it was a dream, but it wasn’t a dream, it was caused by Wang Lin’s spell aptitude borrowing the fruits of the Dao, the decades in the dream were the same as the time outside the dream.

Outside of the dream, it was the Cultivation Alliance, the four star domains, and the final battle between the realm and the realm!

Within these decades, the war between the realm and the realm beyond had reached a watery depth, and the great armies outside the realm scattered the matter of the death of the Seal Exalted, pouring all their strength into the realm, and launching a frantic invasion towards the realm within.

That Qing Lin borrowed the ancient power barrier, as early as thirty years ago collapsed, along with countless outside the realm of the cultivators rushed into, time and time again in the war, both sides were killed and injured, the blood filled the starry sky, that bloody breath is thick unimaginable, the realm of the four major star fields, became as if the world of hell.

In this more and more cruel life and death, many great powers in the realm, give up the sea of clouds, give up the summoning river, all the power cohesion in the Luo Tian and Kunxu two domains, doing the last struggle.

In that despair over and over again, the rumors about Feng Zun’s death had penetrated the hearts of the people, even though Qing Shui had transformed into Wang Lin and sat in the middle of the battle, but in a great battle more than ten years ago, Qing Shui had been seriously injured by the Void God Heavenly Father and almost died.

In this way, the news of Feng Zun’s death could no longer be stopped, giving the hearts and minds of the cultivators in the realm a heavy blow that could not be healed.

A month ago, the Kunxu Star Realm was also faced with a difficult choice, whether to give up and go to Luotian to die in defense, or in Feng Zun’s hometown, outside the Vermilion Bird Star, with enemies outside the realm, fight to the end!