Chapter 699 The True Messenger of the Thunder Immortal Palace

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The autumn wind accompanied by Wang Lin's voice, seemed unwilling to leave in this yard and wandered continuously. The story of the young man named Suzaku Star reveals a hint of sorrow in the twists and turns, blending with the autumn, making it even more intense.

Qing Yi's eyes were filled with tears, and he listened silently. When Wang Ping heard it halfway, he lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly...

"After that, he took his children and lived here in Ran Yunxing..." After Wang Lin's story, he picked up the wine pot, took a big gulp, looked at the sky, and said nothing more.

Qing Yi stared at the father and son in front of him in a daze, and felt an indescribable emotion in his heart. Subconsciously, she grabbed Wang Ping's hand, but immediately realized that Wang Ping's hand was cold.

The yard was extremely quiet. After a long time, Wang Ping said in a hoarse voice: "The story is very beautiful, Dad, I'm tired." Wang Ping stood up and walked to the side room deep in the courtyard. Qing Yi bowed to Wang Lin and followed.

In the entire yard, Wang Lin was left alone, sitting there silently, staring blankly into the distance.

The cold autumn wind is even stronger at night, blowing around, blowing some fallen leaves and floating far away.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Lin sighed lightly, lowered his head, picked up the wine pot and placed it beside his mouth, but found that the wine was gone...

That night, Wang Ping couldn't sleep.

He sat in the room, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with pain in his eyes. Qingyi sat next to him, holding his hand, without saying anything, but just silently accompanying him.

"So...this is the answer...I have been waiting for more than 60 years..." Wang Ping's eyes were even more painful.

"So, I am a resentful baby refined by my mother..." Wang Ping lowered his head, with a strong bitterness and melancholy on his face.

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

From beginning to end, he never said a word to his father, and looked at him. Even if he left, he was silently sitting in the carriage in the early morning and disappeared from Qishui City.

He did not notice that at the moment of leaving, a gaze silently looked at the carriage away, and this gaze showed vicissitudes...

Wang Lin walked out of the room, sat quietly in the yard, looking at the white clouds in the sky, and murmured: "Maybe, you will have a day to figure it out..."

Wang Ping was sitting in the carriage. He didn't know where he was going, but just looked ahead blankly. He felt very tired, as if there was nothing in this world at this moment that would make him have a look.

"Qingyi, I'm so tired. Find a peaceful mountain village and let's live there..." Wang Ping said softly.

Qingyi nodded, her eyes showing tenderness.

In an ordinary border mountain village, Wang Ping and Qingyi lived in and lived a dull life. Their age is no longer young, and the years of their lives often flashed in Wang Ping's eyes.

His life, nineteen years of ordinary years, eight years of mountains and rivers, twenty-five years of war, and ten years of supreme mortals, although his wonderfulness is far beyond the reach of extraordinary people.

However, in the end, he returned to the origin and returned to the ordinary. Every morning, he got up and carved wooden blocks in the yard, and warmth was revealed in the ordinary. Whenever this happened, Qing Yi would sit beside him, with softness in his eyes, looking at the carving knife in his hand, and carving it one by one...

"My father once said that carving should be carved with care. Only in this way can everything in memory be put on the carving knife and incorporate it into the wood carving." Wang Ping took the wood carving in his hand and blew it gently, and the wood chips on it flew up.

Putting the wood carving on the ground, Wang Ping showed a trace of nostalgia in his eyes and said softly: "This is my father when I was young."

The wood carving was Wang Lin, the young Wang Lin, with a sharp light in his eyes, looking at the world with his hands behind his back, and a proud aura arose leisurely.

Time flies, another ten years.

The vicissitudes of time cannot wash away the traces of reincarnation, life and death cannot escape the trajectory of the way of heaven.

Ten years, for mortals, have a little shortness of time, which feels a bit contradictory, but it is a true portrayal of every mortal's heart.

For Wang Lin, ten years were short, with a trace of longness.

His hair was gray and long, and it seemed that he hadn't combed it for a long time, and his face became older. When his eyes closed, it seemed to have entered reincarnation.

In the past ten years, Wang Lin's understanding of the way of heaven has become clearer and more profound in his ordinary years. He did not do all this with intention, but naturally realized without intention.

It is like most of the trees in the yard have died, and they cannot escape the cycle of reincarnation. However, shortly after they die, new vitality appears.

In the artistic conception of life and death, the changes in life are everywhere. However, before, even if Wang Lin saw it, he would not feel anything. Now, what he saw in his eyes was full of vitality.

The flowers in the corners of the wall fall every year, but they also bloom every year.

The clouds in the sky dissipate day by day, but they also reconverge day by day. It seems like in this world, there is always a balance in which some people die and some people live.

If it is said to be cause and effect, it also contains it.

In the big house of the royal palace, only Wang Lin lives alone. The neighbors around seemed to have been used to this. On weekdays, many children came here to play. Initially, they were afraid of Wang Lin, but as the world grew up, these children discovered that this old man was not scary at all.

Gradually, the big house in the royal palace became a place for children to have fun. Looking at these children every day, Wang Lin's heart was calm.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. He has done what he should do, said, and said. Whether he can finally figure it out depends on Wang Ping himself.

Wang Lin believes that the children he educates and grows up have a mind like heaven, and that all the bonds in this world can be overcome!

In the ten years of the world, Wang Ping has become even older. He has reached the twilight years of his life, but he has never let go of the carvings in his hand.

"My father is right. Life is better to be more plain. If I can choose, if there is a next life, I hope to live an ordinary life with my father in a small mountain village isolated from the world..." Wang Ping said softly.

Next to him, Qing Yi looked at Wang Ping quietly and whispered: "Since you have figured it out, why don't you go to see him?"

Wang Ping put down the statue of his father in his hand. The statue was carved from Wang Lin ten years ago. He was sitting at the dining table and said gently, "Let's eat."

"Qingyi, you don't understand..." The wisdom in Wang Ping's eyes became stronger 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 refused to let me practice Taoism..." Wang Ping's eyes showed a hint of sadness. This sadness was so similar to Wang Lin. He had seen some clues, but he did not dare to verify it.

"Qingyi, I can feel that I have reached the end of my life. I am afraid that it has not been long. You are a monk and have lived longer than me. After I die, I will send me to my father.

As for you, you are free, but no matter how long it takes, don’t forget that in your life, there is such a life of reincarnation that belongs to me!" Wang Ping’s voice was dull, but there was a hint of determination.

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

"I have suffered for the years. As a monk, I believe I can change my appearance. In order not to make me feel lonely, you gradually make myself aging with me. I, Wang Ping, will never forget this love. If there is a next life, I will never forget you!"

Tears flowed from Qingyi's eyes. Her cultivation was promoted by Wang Lin to the late stage of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection. Twenty years ago, she accompanied Wang Pingzhong to understand the way of heaven and gained artistic conception. Her artistic conception was a love of no regrets.

"The yellow spring will accompany you!" Qing Yi said softly: "Cultivation is like dust in my eyes... I don't become a ruthless immortal, I just want to be a sentient being..."

Wang Ping looked at Qing Yi in a daze, sighed, and said softly: "Why should I do this..."

At this moment, in the starry sky, a ray of lightning roared and shuttled through the devastating nebula. If you look closely at the lightning, you can find that there is a huge ferocious beast inside it. This beast looks like a kirin, but it has no horns, and the lightning light in its body is flashing. It is a thunder beast!

On the back of this thunder beast, there was a middle-aged scholar who had a high level of cultivation and did not mind the thunder light of the thunder beast wandering outside the body.

The lightning was extremely fast and headed towards the northern Luotian domain.

His goal is extremely clear, it is Ran Yunxing from the Northern Region of Luotian!

Seventy years ago, a change occurred in Qianhuan Star here. The ancestor who had entered the second step of cultivation died, and a suspected messenger of the Thunder Immortal Palace appeared. As this incident spread, it gradually attracted the attention of the Thunder Immortal Palace.

According to the investigation, it seems that the person suspected of the Leixian Palace did not leave Ran Yunxing, so he sent this person to investigate.

The middle-aged man's cultivation has already surpassed the first step of practicing Taoism, but at this moment he has reached the state of Yin deficiency. He sat on the thunder beast, stepped into the northern part of Luotian, without stopping, and went straight to Ran Yunxing.

"There are people who dare to pretend to be the envoy of the Leixian Palace. This kind of thing has not happened for a long time!" The middle-aged man sneered on his face. As the envoy of the Leixian Palace, he has great power. In the entire Luotian Star Domain, almost no one dared to provoke the Leixian Palace except for a few ancient cultivation families.

"Let me, Lei Daozi, the real messenger of the Lei Immortal Palace, meet this person for a while. Don't think that if you can use a few thunder magical powers, you can pretend to be my Lei Immortal Palace. The real people in the Lei Immortal Palace have are thunder beasts!" Lei Daozi put his right hand on the head of the Lei Immortal Palace and patted him gently.
Chapter completed!