Thanks to the support of Wang Hao and Wang Zhuo's elixir over the years, Wang Lin's parents have been able to live until now, but they have reached their limit, and time is running out. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Lin picked out some good quality longevity pills that he had collected over the years and gave them to his parents, even so, he also understood that the second elder could only prolong his life for one more time at most.

In this regard, the second elder didn't care at all, he could see his baby come back before he died, and he could see such a beautiful daughter-in-law, even if he died now, he had no regrets.

In the second year of Wang Lin's return to his hometown, Li Muwan gave birth to a boy named Wang Ping, which means a peaceful life.

After that, Wang Lin was like an ordinary person, and he did not practice again, except for accompanying his parents, wife and children, that is, learning his father's craft and carving wood carving.

Taihua didn't stay in the Tianyi Pearl anymore, the biggest fun every day was to play with Wang Ping, watching Wang Ping grow up and down, Taihua thought in his heart whether he should have a child?

The plain but warm days lasted close to the time of Yijiazi, Wang Lin sent his parents away successively, this time of Jiazi, they lived very happily, the family accompanied them, and they were very calm when they left, without a trace of regret.

After that, Wang Ping, who had entered the Yudan period, left his parents and went out, although Li Muwan was very reluctant, but he couldn't resist his son's insistence, and he reluctantly agreed with Wang Lin's acquiescence.

"Grandpa, all these years of mortal life make me feel like I'm about to enter the stage of transformation, but why does it feel a little worse?"

"You have killed too much before, it will affect your comprehension of the Dao to some extent, since living with a mortal mentality will help you comprehend the law, then continue to live as a mortal. If you want to become a god, you must first turn into an ordinary person and find your own way. Taihua looked at Wang Lin with a mature face in front of him, and his expression was a little dazed, maybe this was the last time he pointed him out.

If you want to become a god, you must first turn into an ordinary person, understand life, and understand the way of heaven.

After listening to the old man's instructions, Wang Lin took Li Muwan to the capital, and in a relatively remote place in the west of the city, he bought a small shop at the price of eight taels of gold, and after tidying up, he lived in it.

Wang Lin and his wife sat cross-legged in the back room quietly, the so-called small hidden in the wilderness, big hidden in the city, Wang Lin and the two of them hid in the prosperous mortal Kyoto, quietly felt its heavenly way, felt the reincarnation, in order to break through the Yuan Ying into the gods, making comprehensive preparations.

In the early morning, Wang Lin opened the door of the store, like a mortal, tidying up in the store, looked at Li Muwan who was preparing breakfast, and then he muttered for a moment, his body flashed, and disappeared in the store.

When he returned, the bag was filled with a number of trees that he had uprooted.

The trees were peeled and cut into wooden squares, and according to the memories of recent decades, they were carved on them one by one.

Gradually, in the depiction, Wang Lin vaguely found the feeling of his father carving by hand in his childhood.

At this moment, the spiritual power in Wang Lin's body suddenly worked, and along with the carving knife in his hand, it gradually merged into the wood carving, getting deeper and deeper.

Time passed quickly, until the night fell again, Wang Lin suddenly came to his senses, he looked at the wooden segment in his hand, and the wooden segment at this time had become a wooden carving. This wood carving depicts a middle-aged man with a kind smile.

The body wears coarse cloth clothes, especially the hands are full of subtle coarse marks.

Although this wood carving is a little rough, it is generally spiritual, and bursts of spiritual power spread out from it, Wang Lin looked at the wood carving in a daze. A wave of hurt welled up in my heart.

He rubbed his right hand lightly on the wood carving, and muttered to himself: "Dad, the child misses you, and ......I miss you very much."

Turning his head slightly apologetically looking at his wife who had been with him for a day, Wang Lin said gently: "Will you feel irritable when you have been living a mortal life with me all these years?"

"No, as long as I can be with you, I will be very happy, this kind of day without fighting and killing, but it makes me feel very relieved. ”

Looking at Li Muwan, who looked understanding, Wang Lin took her hand, smiled and didn't speak, picked up another piece of wood, and the whole person was immersed in the depiction of a knife.

At the moment of the rising sun, the wood carving in Wang Lin's hand took shape again, this time, it was a middle-aged woman, her eyes looked into the distance with a loving face, as if waiting for her child to return.

Putting the two wood carvings in one place, Wang Lin exhaled deeply, picked up a piece of wood and carved it again. This time, it is a slightly immature teenager who is sculpted, and his young face is full of vitality and pride.

Time passed slowly, Wang Lin's carving never stopped, and it was really when he was extremely tired that he would stop and accompany his wife to walk outside the courtyard.

In Wang Lin's shop, wood carvings gradually increased. A large part of them are all beasts, and almost all the beasts he has seen in the past hundred years have been carved out, but those high-grade spirit beasts and wild beasts, no matter how Wang Lin carves, they will never be able to take shape.

Each of these carvings has a huge spirit condensed. This is something that no mortal can feel. But if a cultivator comes here, he will be immediately shocked.

Because of the coercion of this kind of spiritual power, it is almost not weaker than some low-level methods, and even on some wood carvings, its spiritual power is comparable to that of a middle-level magic weapon.

Where is this wood carving, it is a magic weapon made of rotten wood for magic!

The neighbors of the surrounding shops gradually knew that the store had changed owners, and they all had a good impression of the stability and harmony of Wang Lin and his wife.

With the passage of time, Wang Lin's shop, gradually there are guests, although these people can not see the aura on the wood carving, but they can see the delicacy of the wood carving, over time, Wang Lin's shop, in this area, but also a little famous.

With the passage of time, the appearance of Wang Lin and his wife has changed from young to middle-aged, and the entire territory in the west of the city also knows that there is a master carver here, and more and more guests come to buy wood carvings.

Over the years, except for occasionally reaching out to observe Wang Lin's situation, Taihua has spent the rest of his time on comprehending the law.

Watching Wang Lin walk forward step by step on the road of transforming into a fan, Taihua knew that the time for him to leave this world was getting closer and closer, and when Wang Lin stepped into the transformation stage, it would be the time for him to leave......