Hearing this, Wang Fan couldn't help but sigh, birth, old age, sickness and death are part of the way of heaven, even if he is a monk, if there is no breakthrough, his longevity will also dry up one day.

And this young child is the crystallization of Zeng Lei and her wife after they got married, seeing that Wang Fan never answered his question, he shook Wang Fan's arm, and said unrelentingly: "Grandpa Wang, you haven't told me the answer yet, otherwise I won't leave!"

Zeng Lei sighed lightly, grabbed his child, and said, "Silly boy, what your grandfather Wang drank is not wine, but the ...... in the past."

Wang Fan's eyes were slightly condensed, looking at Zeng Lei with a hint of appreciation, and said, "Take the child back, I'll go out for a ......."

When he had said this, he got up from the chaise longue and put it away and moved it into the house.

It's a pity, how could Zeng Lei let Wang Fan move, he took the first step, picked up the recliner and moved into the house, and said: "Uncle Wang, I'll do this physical work, you go out for a spin!"

"Okay!" Seeing this, Wang Fan smiled slightly, showed a satisfied smile, touched Zeng Lei's child's head, and walked outside.

As the sun set, after moving the recliner and locking the store door, Zeng Lei walked to his child's side, watching the afterglow of twilight shine on Wang Fan's body, it seems that Uncle Wang, who used to have a straight backbone, now seems to have a little bent back.

Zeng Lei sighed lightly, took his child's little hand and walked back, walking towards his own wine flag.

The more he experienced, the more he understood, why most of the people who came to buy wine every time were old people.

It's not that they love wine, it's that wine can make them remember the past, no matter what their previous life was, but at the end of their life, they are willing to get drunk.

......

Walking on this street, the neighbors on the side of the road came out to say hello to Wang Fan, first, everyone has been old neighbors for so many years, and second, they all owe Wang Fan money.

They knew Wang Fan's wealth, and whenever they needed money urgently, they would come to Wang Fan to borrow money.

In this regard, Wang Fan is also very generous, they are all some neighbors, and he is not easy to refuse, on the other hand, these silver are really useless to him.

And they found that Wang Fan didn't seem to care much about the silver, so they had the idea of delaying the arrears, and over time, not paying back the money became a habit.

Some of them are no longer the borrowers of the year, but their descendants, time flies, but there are not many old faces on this street.

Wang Fan couldn't help but sigh slightly, looked at the more and more people around him, waved his hand, and said, "It's all gone, I want to be alone!"

Hearing this, everyone dispersed, and they were still eager to let them leave, at least they didn't have to pay back the money today.

After a while, Wang Fan walked out of this street and walked farther and farther throughout the city, and his direction was the palace of the original Eighth Prince.

He will not forget the original hatred, although he has not yet turned into a god, but he is extremely confident in his own strength, as long as the opportunity comes, he will be able to turn into a god.

Besides, if he went to find this person to fight, why didn't he force himself into a desperate situation, maybe he would be able to feel the slightest opportunity for a breakthrough.

After all, opportunities will not fall from the sky, it still depends on whether you can grasp it, and even more, you are creating opportunities for yourself.

For monks, this is especially true of chance.

As the sky became darker and darker, Wang Fan's whole person disappeared into the night, and when he looked back, he was in the mansion of the Eighth Prince.

At this time, Wang Fan sat on a chair, gave himself a cup of tea, and savored a beautiful woman lying on the bed next to him, dressed unrestrained and beautiful, but Wang Fan was not interested, and cast a spell to make her fall asleep.

At this time, a gorgeously dressed man was walking in front, but his neck was full of kiss marks, and the fat powder on his body was quite thick, and he looked like he had just returned from the green building.

The man in the fancy costume is none other than Lin Wuwei, compared with more than ten years ago, he now only has the cultivation of the peak of foundation building, but he has spent the "cultivation" of the mysterious monk in vain.

Suddenly, several soapy guys with blue noses and swollen faces came from behind, and one of them said with a handful of snot and tears: "Lord Wang, a few people in the town today actually bullied us for no reason, and we all reported your name, Lord Wang, but they didn't take you seriously at all, and insulted you, you have to call the shots for us!"

Hearing this, Lin Wuwei paused, turned his head, and said with a blue face: "How did they scold, you tell me the truth, I want to see who has such courage." ”

When the little guys were about to speak, an old man suddenly walked out of the side, dressed in staff clothes, saw Lin Wuwei, hugged his fists, bowed down and said: "Wu Rong has seen the prince, as far as I know, several of them obviously deliberately provoked others, but they were beaten back, if I hadn't appeared in time, those people would have taught them a lesson, otherwise they would ......"

The speaker was Wu Rong, but at this time, he did not have the heroic spirit of the year and became more mature, but at this time he said bitterly.

Hearing this, the little guys on the side jumped up one after another, pointed at Wu Rong and scolded: "Old man Wu, you are ill-intentioned, as the prince's subordinates, we naturally represent the face of the prince, but we can't let people bully them, otherwise where will Wang Fan's face go?"

Wu Rong's face became more and more difficult to look at, but his eyes were always staring at Lin Wuwei, as if he was watching what decision he would make.

Who knew that Lin Wuwei didn't care about his color at all, and said loudly: "Master Wu, you go back first, the rest of the people will all bring me guys, I want to see what those people are capable of, they dare to provoke me, follow me!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and led his subordinates out of the palace.

Seeing this, Wu Rong's complexion changed suddenly, his eyes seemed to have lost the last trace of brilliance, and he said lightly: "Lord Wang, please allow me to beg for bones when I am old." ”

Seeing this, Lin Wuwei's footsteps were suddenly stunned, but a hint of hope flashed in Wu Rong's eyes.

"I know!" But then Lin Wuwei's words made him fall to the bottom.

Not long after that incident, he found that Lin Wuwei had changed, and it almost made him think it wasn't him.

However, the conservatism in his heart did not let him leave Lin Wuwei like other staff members and find another master, he still wanted to change this prince one day, but now it seems that it is......

However, just as he packed his things and was about to leave here, he heard the voices of Lin Wuwei and the others again.

"By the way, my little lady is still in my house, I can't leave now, if there is anything to talk about tomorrow, you go and keep an eye on that group of people for me first......" Lin Wuwei suddenly realized.

As he spoke, he went to his house, but he forgot about revenge.

Wu Rong and Lin Wuwei passed by, and they didn't look at each other again, as if the indifference in the world was nothing more than that.

Lin Wuwei took two steps and one step, and soon walked to his residence, pushed open the door, and entered his house.

Thinking that his little beauty was lying on the bed at this time, waiting for his favor, he was like an ant on a hot pot, so anxious.

However, what greeted him was the cold gaze of Wang Fan, an old man.