Chapter 698 – Mother
“Wang Ping …… is that you ……”
The middle-aged woman said softly.
Wang Ping stepped forward, came to the woman’s side, looked at the youth of the year that was no longer on her face, smiled and said, “Zhou Ruotong!”
The middle-aged woman bit her lower lip, staring at Wang Ping in a daze, for a long time, smiled wanly and said softly, “As soon as I saw you just now, I recognized …… that after so many years, you still came back.”
Wang Ping looked at the woman in front of him, his heart was quite emotional, at the woman’s side, there was also a little girl in her teens, whose appearance, with Zhou Ruotong back then, was very similar.
“Is this your daughter?”
Wang Ping asked.
The woman nodded her head and turned back to the girl, “Call uncle, he was mother’s childhood companion.”
“Uncle ……”
The girl seemed to be a little afraid of being born, standing behind her own mother and whispering.
At this moment, among the surrounding villagers, a few of them also vaguely recognized Wang Ping. However, when they saw those armored soldiers, they did not dare to come forward to recognize him.
Wang Ping looked at the little girl and smiled, “What is your name?”
The girl hid her body behind her mother and did not speak, her eyes showing fear.
Wang Ping sighed softly, looked up and said to the woman, “I will go to the back of the mountain to pay homage to Grandpa Sun ……”
The woman smiled, she did not bother to look at Qingyi beside Wang Ping till the end, but pulled the child and stood beside her man. Her man, a strong man, obviously inherited his father-in-law’s hunting skills, only this strong man, if Wang Ping looked carefully, he would realize that it was not so strange.
Wang Ping turned around and walked towards the back of the mountain, while Qing Yi looked deeply at the young woman who was stroking her child’s hair with her head down and walked towards Wang Ping.
Wang Ping had just taken a few steps, when the little girl, who was hiding behind her mother, revealed her head and exclaimed, “Uncle, my name is Xu Nianping!”
“Nianping …… Nianping ……”
Wang Ping’s footsteps lurched, sighed darkly, did not turn back, and continued to walk.
Until they walked out far away, until the villagers dispersed, the strong man who stood beside the woman. Sighed long and said softly, “Why are you so bitter ……”
“Brother, don’t say anymore.”
Zhou Ruotong raised her head and smiled faintly, her smile, very beautiful, her eyes, also revealed a happy look.
“I’m content to be able to see him again.”
Sun Tai’s tomb, there were no weeds, obviously it was often cleaned up, Wang Ping stood in front of the tomb, and after a long time, he silently left.
“Qing Yi, I think, before long, I will go to see my father …… I have twenty years, I have not seen him ……”
Wang Ping said softly.
Qing Yi did not say anything, just quietly followed Wang Ping, as if in this life, no matter where Wang Ping went. Even if it was the Yellow Springs, she would never leave, it had nothing to do with the agreement back then, but a kind of companionship.
“There are some things, by then, it is time to ask for clarification ……”
Wang Ping glanced back at the Falling Moon Village and gradually left.
Qishui City, Wang Lin hadn’t gone to the inn for a long time, he had been sitting within the courtyard the whole day, he was waiting, waiting for Wang Ping’s return.
Falling leaves, always need to return to their roots, wandering children, the same will one day, return to the knees of loved ones.
Three months later, Qishui City, filled with the atmosphere of military chaos, some of the servants in the house, one after another to leave, leaving only an old servant who always follows, because there is no place to go, they chose to stay.
The entire Qishui City, as if it is about to be empty in general, have to avoid the war, although the Tianxing Empire’s army, passed through the place without any people casualties, but the panic, is still spreading.
Qishui City, occupied by the Tianxing Empire. The army continued to push, Wang Ping stood outside the city, did not walk in, but with the army, left.
“Father, the current me, I have not completed the wish of that year, when the child is completed, I will come to see you ……”
The wheel of time, constantly moving forward, spring, summer, fall and winter staggered several times, a flash, another five years.
Wang Ping, fifty-two years old.
Great Qin and Dusty Cloud, submitted one after another, and the Skywalker Empire, became on the Ran Yun Star, the only kingdom.
From the year he left when he was twenty-seven years old, to now, twenty-five years of time, Wang Ping, obtained everything he wanted, even though in this, there were many, many things that were not known to him, even though this time, was a little too fast.
Only, Wang Lin said a “can” then all of this, is not surprising.
Wang Ping didn’t come to see Wang Lin immediately after he laid down the kingdom, but calmly looked at his mountains and rivers, feeling the vastness of heaven and earth.
Wang Lin, still remained early every morning. Sitting within the courtyard, in the company of his old servants, living an ordinary life, his heart, in these fifty years, gradually sublimated.
Calmly and quietly, without ripples, he spent ten years.
At the age of sixty-two, Wang Ping looked quite old, ten years of Mortal Supreme, made his heart, even more tired, this kind of tiredness, made him extremely nostalgic for his childhood, for those eight years of mountains, rivers and seas, what he missed even more, was the feeling of having his father by his side for these twenty-eight years.
Qing Yi, also turned into an old woman, her face wrinkled, but her gaze, was more tender.
Although, over the years, they have not had an heir ……
On this day, Wang Ping left his father in the late autumn of the thirty-fifth year, the autumn of this year, the falling leaves were flying, and the autumn wind blew with a faint autumn cold.
Wang Ping stepped down from the position of mortal supremacy, gave this river and mountain, to the courtiers who always followed him all the way, and left.
He took away, in addition to the memories of these thirty-five years, there was only Qing Yi alone, stepping onto the carriage to Qishui City, slowly. Running to his own father.
Carriage galloped on the official road, send off, is the official road on both sides of the falling leaves, they with the wind, shaking between the fall on the ground, the carriage passed, bring up the wind, but also just let them float up again, but the location of the fall, but always around the tree, seems to be a force in the underworld, so that they will not be far away, and they, as if it is not willing to stay away from the general.
Falling leaves, will always return to their roots, the wanderer, will also return to the side of their loved ones, just as the distance between this falling leaves and the earth, Qishui City, getting closer and closer to ……
Wang Lin sat in the courtyard, the only old servant, died three years ago, this big house, he was the only one left.
In front of him, there was a table, two stools and chairs next to it, a few small dishes on the table, a pot of wine, and three pairs of chopsticks.
The dishes, still steaming hot, gusts of fragrance filled the air, blown by the wind, dispersing out of the mansion remotely.
A sound of hoofbeats came at the same time, the sound of the wheels on the ground, but also gradually echoed, and outside the house, stopped, only a few long horse neighing, as if to tell others, the carriage, came ……
On the carriage, Wang Ping stepped down, smiled gently at Qing Yi, took her hand, and walked into the gate, and above the door, the plaque with “Wang Fu” written on a green background and red wrapping seems to have witnessed the vicissitudes of the years, and the green color, which is slightly receding, and the red color, which is even more exposed to the white marks.
Wang Lin raised his head, this action, he seems to have waited for thirty-five years, his face showed a kind smile, softly said: “Come and sit down, the food is still hot.”
Simple words, revealing a bland warmth, no inquiries, no questions, not to mention too much politeness, as if Wang Ping came back from time to time, Wang Lin’s eyes, revealing a softness.
Wang Ping stared at his father in a daze, thirty-five years, he has never seen his father with his own eyes since he left in the first place, if anything, it was only in a dream.
“Father ……”
Wang Ping knelt on the ground, two lines of tears wetting his lapel.
Qing Yi similarly knelt aside and softly said, “Father ……”
Wang Lin stood up, helped Wang Ping and Qing Yi up, and softly said, “Eat.”
This meal, ate for a long time, a kind of long lost warmth, in Wang Ping’s heart flooded, this kind of feeling, he has been away for thirty five years ……
Qing Yi had long guessed Wang Lin’s identity during these thirty-five years of accompanying Wang Ping, and knew that this elder was none other than that Xu Mu who had killed the Thousand Illusions Star alone back then, shocking all the cultivators in the Northern Domain of Luo Tian! After all, the Yun Wufeng of that year had mentioned the word Xu Mu.
At the moment, she still had some disbelief in her eyes, and she really couldn’t put this kindly old man in front of her, and the Xu Mu who had shaken the Northern Region, together.
About Xu Mu’s various legends, Qing Yi did not speak to Wang Ping, after all, when things happened, she was not yet born, everything is to hear the rumors, there is no way to export.
Until the moon is bright, when the autumn wind sweeps through, Wang Ping put down his chopsticks, looking at his father, his heart has a thousand words, but at this moment, there is not a word that can be said.
“Ping’er, what do you want to ask?”
Wang Lin looked at Wang Ping and slowly said.
“Father, I want to know, my mother’s matter ……”
It had been more than sixty years, from the time Wang Ping had memories, he had only asked once, and that time, he had seen how low his father had fallen.
Now, it was the second time he opened his mouth.
Wang Lin was silent, after a long time, his eyes showed reminiscence, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said softly, “I’ll tell you a story …… In a place far away from here, there is a cultivation star, and its name, it’s called the Vermilion Bird …… ”
Wang Lin’s voice, transmitting a thick vicissitude, from his mouth, slowly said a young man called Wang Lin, his nearly nine hundred years of life.
From stepping into the cultivation, Heng Yue School, the Heavenly Dao Sect, gradually with Wang Lin’s story, a life scroll, spread in front of the eyes of Wang Ping and Qing Yi.
The story is long, very long ……
But between the lines, is through an indescribable breath, making the person who heard the story, in the bottom of the heart, shocked ……
Wang Ping stared at his father in a daze, listening to the story, Qing Yi beside him, her eyes widened, this scene of the story, listening to the ears, so that she could not help but immerse herself in it, even though she knew that the protagonist of the story, was Wang Ping’s father, this old man in front of her.
“That female cultivator, is called Liu Mei ……”