Chapter 699 – The Thunder Immortal Hall’s True Messenger

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

The autumn wind accompanied Wang Lin’s voice, and within this courtyard, it seemed unwilling to leave, hovering constantly. The story of the Vermilion Bird Star’s teenager, with a hint of sadness in its twists and turns, blended with the autumn mood and became even more intense.

Qing Yi’s eyes, already don’t know how many tears have flowed down, silently listening, Wang Ping in hearing half, then lowered his head, can not see its expression ……

“After that, he brought his child and took up residence in this Ran Yun Star ……”

Wang Lin’s story, finished, he picked up the wine pot, drank a big mouthful, looked at the sky, did not speak again.

Qing Yi looked at the father and son in front of her in a daze, there was an indescribable emotion within her heart, subconsciously, she pulled Wang Ping’s hand, but immediately noticed. Wang Ping’s hand, a piece of ice cold.

The courtyard was extremely quiet, for a long time, Wang Ping’s hoarse voice, softly said, “The story is very moving, father, I’m tired.”

Wang Ping stood up and walked towards the side room deep in the compound, Qing Yi saluted Wang Lin and followed.

Within the entire courtyard, only Wang Lin was left alone, sitting silently and staring blankly into the distance.

The coldness of the autumn wind, which was even more intense at night, blew all around, blowing some fallen leaves up and drifting out a long way.

I do not know how long, Wang Lin sighed softly, lowered his head, picked up the wine pot and put it to his mouth, but realized that the wine, it was already gone ……

This night, Wang Ping was sleepless.

He sat in his room, looking at the bright moon in the sky, a pained look in his eyes, Qing Yi sat next to him. Pulling his hand, he did not speak, but only silently accompanied.

“So …… this is the answer …… that I have been waiting for for more than sixty years ……”

The color of pain in Wang Ping’s eyes intensified.

“It turns out that I am a resentful baby that was refined by my mother ……”

Wang Ping lowered his head, his face showing a strong bitterness and despondency.

Early the next morning, Wang Ping left, and Qing Yi always followed him.

To the end, he did not say another word or look at his father, even when he left, it was early in the morning, silently sitting on the carriage, disappearing far away from Qishui City.

He did not notice, at the moment of departure, a gaze, silently looking at the carriage’s far away, this gaze, through the vicissitudes of life ……

Wang Lin walked out of the room and sat quietly in the courtyard, looking at the white clouds in the sky and murmured, “Perhaps. You will have a day to figure it out ……”

Wang Ping sat in the carriage, he didn’t know where he was going, he just looked blankly ahead, he felt very tired, as if the things of this world, at this moment, there was no longer any, would let him rise to look at the idea.

“Qing Yi, I am so tired, find a calm mountain village, let’s live there ……”

Wang Ping said softly.

Qing Yi nodded her head, and tenderness appeared in her eyes.

Within an ordinary frontier mountain village, Wang Ping and Qing Yi, resided, living an uneventful life, their age, was not small anymore, the years of their life, flashed in Wang Ping’s eyes from time to time.

His life, nineteen years of mediocrity, eight years of mountains and rivers, twenty-five years of conquests, ten years of mortal supremacy, although short, but the degree of its splendor, but it is far from the very people can experience.

Only, in the end, he still returned to the original point, back to the ordinary, every morning to get up. In the courtyard with a wooden block carving, ordinary, through the warmth, whenever this time, Qing Yi will sit beside him, eyes showing softness, looking at the carving knife in his hands, a knife, a knife, carved ……

“My father once said, carving, you have to carve with your heart, only then can you put everything in your memory, all fall on the carving knife, into the wood carving.”

Wang Ping took the wooden carving in his hand and gently blew on it, the wood shavings on it flew up.

Placing the wooden carving on the ground, a hint of nostalgia appeared in Wang Ping’s eyes as he softly said, “This is my father when I was young.”

The wood carving was engraved by Wang Lin, the young Wang Lin, with a stern aura in his eyes, looking at the sky and the earth with his hands behind his back. An aura of arrogance rose leisurely.

Time flies, another ten years.

The vicissitudes of the years, can not wash the traces of reincarnation, life and death, can not escape the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao.

Ten years, for mortals, long with a hint of transience, this feeling is somewhat contradictory, but is a true reflection of the heart of every mortal.

For Wang Lin, ten years was short with a hint of long.

His hair is white, very long, seems to have not been combed for a long time, his face, has also become more pale, when his eyes closed, it seems to have entered the cycle of reincarnation.

This decade, Wang Lin plain, for the understanding of the heavenly way, but more clear, more profound, all this, he is not intentional, but mindless, natural enlightenment.

It is like the trees in the courtyard, has died most of them, they can not escape the cycle of reincarnation, but, in their death soon, but there is a new life.

Life and death reincarnation mood, the change of life, everywhere, just before, Wang Lin, even if he saw, will not feel, now, he is mindless, the eyes see, but everywhere life.

The flowers in the corner of the wall, year after year fall, but, but also year after year bloom.

The clouds in the sky, day by day dissipation, but, but also day by day re-cohesion, as if this world, someone died, there is also life. There always seems to be a balance.

If it is said to be cause and effect, but also contained within it.

Wang Fu a large house, only Wang Lin one person living, this point, around the neighbors, seems to have long been accustomed to, weekdays, there are many small children run to play here, the initial fashion is still afraid of Wang Lin, but the world long, these small children are found that this old grandfather, a little bit not all scary.

Gradually, this big house of the royal residence, has become a place for children to play, every day looking at these children, Wang Lin’s heart, a calm.

Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, what he should do, has been done, what should be said, has also been said, whether or not you can finally figure out, it depends on Wang Ping himself.

Wang Lin believes that he educated and grew up children, with a heavenly mind, the things of this world, all the constraints, can be stepped over!

Ten years of the world, Wang Ping, even older, he has come to the twilight of his life, just the hands of the carving, but never put down.

“Father is right, life, or plain some good, if I can choose, if there is an afterlife, I hope, can and father in an isolated small mountain village within, plain and ordinary life ……”

Wang Ping said softly.

Beside him, Qing Yi quietly looked at Wang Ping and softly said, “Since you have already figured it out, why don’t you go and meet his old man.”

Wang Ping put down the statue of his father in his hand, what this statue was engraved with, was the Wang Lin of ten years ago, that was sitting at the dining table, gently saying, “Let’s eat.”

“Qing Yi, you don’t understand ……”

The wisdom in Wang Ping’s eyes was thicker as he grew older.

“In my heart, in addition to my mother’s question, there is another question that I dare not ask …… I have a feeling that perhaps this question is the real reason why my father does not allow me to practice monasticism …… ”

A trace of sadness appeared within Wang Ping’s eyes, this sadness, with Wang Lin, was so similar, he had already seen some clues, but did not dare to ask for proof.

“Qing Yi, I can feel that I have come to the end of my life, I’m afraid that I don’t have much longer, you are a cultivator, you have lived longer than me, after I die, send me to my father. As for you, free, just no matter how long has passed, you must not forget that in your life, there is such a reincarnation that belongs to me!”

Wang Ping’s voice was flat, but there was a hint of determination.

Qing Yi’s body trembled and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Ping.

“These years, bitter you, as a cultivator, I think you can change the appearance, you in order to not let me feel lonely, gradually make yourself with me aging, this love, I Wang Ping will not forget, if there is an afterlife, I, will never forget you!”

Tears, from the eyes of Qing Yi flowed down, her cultivation, that year by Wang Lin raised to the late stage of the YuanYing great circle, but also in twenty years ago, accompanied Wang Ping in the realization of the heavenly way, gained the realm of intention, her realm of intention, is the unrepentant love.

“The Yellow Springs will also accompany each other!”

Qing Yi said softly, “Cultivation, in my eyes like floating dust …… I don’t want to be an unfeeling immortal, I just want to be a sentient person ……”

Wang Ping looked at Qing Yi in a daze, sighed, and said softly, “Why is this necessary ……”

At this moment, in the starry sky, lightning streaked across, traveling through the nebula. Within this lightning, if you look closely, you can see a massive ferocious beast. This creature resembles a qilin but lacks horns. Its entire body flashes with lightning, revealing it to be a thunder beast!

On the back of this thunder beast, sat a middle-aged scribe, this person’s cultivation was profound, did not mind the thunder beast’s thunder light traveling outside the body.

The speed of the thunder light was extremely fast, heading towards the northern domain of Luo Tian in a hurry.

His goal was extremely clear, it was precisely the Ran Yun Star in the Northern Domain of Luo Tian!

Seventy years ago, there was a change in the Thousand Illusions Star here, the Illusion Family’s old ancestor who had entered the second step of cultivation died, and there was a suspected Thunder Immortal Hall emissary who appeared, and this matter, under the rumor, gradually attracted the attention of the Thunder Immortal Hall.

According to the investigation, it seems that the suspected Thunder Immortal Hall person, did not leave Ran Yunxing, therefore, sent this person to come to investigate.

The middle-aged man’s cultivation had already transcended the first step of cultivation, at this moment, he was reaching the realm of Yin Void, he was sitting on top of the Thunder Beast, stepping into the Northern Domain of Luotian, without stopping, heading straight to Ran Yunxing.

“There’s actually someone who dares to impersonate an emissary of the Thunder Immortal Hall, this kind of thing, hasn’t appeared for a long time!”

A cold smile appeared on the middle-aged man’s face, as an emissary of the Thunder Immortal Hall, his power was immense, and in the entire Luotian Star Domain, aside from a few ancient cultivation clans, there was almost no one who dared to mess with the Thunder Immortal Hall.

“Let me, Lei Daozi, the real emissary of the Thunder Immortal Hall, have a good time with this person, don’t think that you can impersonate my Thunder Immortal Hall just because you can perform a few Thunder Avatars, what the real Thunder Immortal Hall people have, are Thunder Beasts!”

Lei Daozi placed his right hand on the head of the Thunder Beast and gently patted it.

Thunder Beast seems to feel the owner’s pride, tilted his head and let out a roar, the sound of rushing thunder rumbled and echoed in the starry sky, the distance from Ran Yun Star, getting closer and closer ……