After a long time, someone discovered that in this small temple, which is not big, there will be a bad old man who smells of alcohol every night. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And this old man is none other than Lin Yang, who has not been seen for thirty years.

I saw him, with his white hair coiled, lying on the warm cloth mat in the temple, looking up at the sculpture that looked like himself, for a long time.

"A hundred years of Taoist cultivation, from scratch, from existence to nothing, I Lin Yang has a fateful journey, but there is no intention to make up, the world is cold and deceitful, and its material is deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate itself, how gloomy it is from both sides of the strait, silently pouring wine and lonely sorrow... Lamentable... Pathetic ......"

After groaning for a long time, he wiped the wetness from his face, shook his head self-deprecatingly, laughed for a while, cried for a while, and danced like crazy.

"Immortals, what are immortals, what are immortals, cultivating immortals, what is cultivation, only immortals? hehe..."

After taking a sip of wine, Lin Yang scratched the itch on his body, let out a long yawn, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

The next day, it was slightly bright.

Enthusiastic people who came to clean up appeared in the small temple, and Lin Yang's figure was long gone.

Walking through the country road, he came to a small town, and he walked to the door of the restaurant that opened very early.

"Old Lin, come to change the wine again?"

Lin Yang nodded and handed over the gourd with wine tied around his waist.

The little guy smiled slightly, and said, "Old Lin, the story you told last time was really wonderful, and our boss specially asked me to leave you a pot of good Lone Incense." ”

Hearing this, Lin Yang looked overjoyed: "Refreshing, then I'll talk about the time of two pillars of incense today..."

The little guy who poured wine into the gourd heard about it, and he was also happy: "That's great, the wine is full, and Lin Lao is seated." ”

Lin Yang nodded politely and walked to the store.

As soon as I entered the door, all kinds of cheers and applause were endless.

"Old Lin, you're here, we've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"Let's continue to tell the story of the last time, what happened to the hero. ”

"Yes, yes, isn't there a lot of people who are worried about the treasure he obtained?"

"And what the hell is going on with the person he dreamed of exactly like himself in his dream..."

Lin Yang waved his hand again and again, took a sip of wine, looked at the rows of people sitting on the bench, and said loudly: "The story will be finished today, but the protagonist is still on the way..."

This sentence made many people in the store puzzled, and for some reason, Lin Lao would say this sentence inexplicably.

And those who have listened to Lin Lao's story for a long time have heard a different flavor from this sentence.

Although there was no exit, the reluctance and sigh that were rarely revealed in his eyes were still noticed by Lin Yang, who was sweeping away.

With a cough, he walked slowly to the rocking chair in the center of the store, muttered a little, and began to tell his story.

It ends after the protagonist goes home, reunites with his family, and marries his beloved.

With a slight smile, he hugged his fists and said goodbye to many people who came before and were reluctant, and then hugged the altar of lone incense and went all the way south.

He is like an ordinary person, he sleeps when he is tired, and when he runs out of wine, he exchanges stories for wine, only the ring on his right hand that has no luster makes people strange, the identity of the old man.

His figure, through the wasteland, through the storm, through the desert, through the forest, through the rolling mountains, through the many simple villages and towns, looked up, and saw a small mountain gate.

Shaking the gourd in his hand without sound, he thought about it and walked in.

This mountain gate is extremely small, covering an area of only one kilometer, with more than 20 houses, except for the slightly magnificent martial arts platform in the middle, there is a poor atmosphere up and down.

On the stage, there are two young children who are still competing with swords.

Judging from their dress and appearance, these two children with immature faces are actually girls.

Maybe because of seriousness, Lin Yang's arrival, the two didn't notice it.

Judging from the moves of the two girls' competitions, the two girls are not cultivators, but ordinary secular martial artists, and this down-and-out mountain gate is obviously the martial arts sect in the world.

At this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared from a house stepping on a beam, and his body fell elegantly in the center of the martial arts, looking at the white-haired old man under the tower vigilantly.

And the two girls who were competing, when they saw someone coming, put away their swords one after another, and shouted obediently: "I've seen Daddy..."

The middle-aged man protected the two daughters, hugged his fists and bowed to Lin Yang, and said kindly: "Below, Yunshan faction, Feng Weibo, I don't know the old man, what are you doing?"

He glanced at Lin Yang carefully, but he still couldn't see any doorway, there was no killing intent, there was no aura that a martial artist should have, and there was no aura that made him dangerous, and there was an ordinary aura that made him secretly relieved.

The two girls who were protected by him also looked at Lin Yang with wide eyes curiously.

At the same time, several more people appeared from the largest room behind the stage.

A woman, two young men, and three young boys all looked nervously at each other.

Lin Yang also had a soft face, hugged his fists and smiled: "The old man came from Beizhou, wandered all the way south, and came here, there was no wine to drink, so he was cheeky and came to change some wine, and where he was disturbed, he also looked at Haihan." ”

Feng Weibo's eyes narrowed, and when he saw that Lin Yang was not dead and was lying, he beckoned: "Cheng'er, go get a pot of wine for the old man..."

Hearing this, the slightly older young man standing next to the woman nodded and disappeared into a room.

"Old decay, Lin Yang, the door master just calls me Lin Lao, this has been walking for several months, and the body bones are really unbearable, so I am cheeky, and ask to stay for a few days, the old decay does not live in vain, if there is work to do, the old decay must go all out. ”

The middle-aged man frowned, looked at the woman, and after a little silence, he smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, it's not necessary, Lin Lao is so old, I can't afford to have a reputation for being slacking off in the rivers and lakes." ”

At this moment, the departing young man brought a jar of wine and handed it to Lin Yang at the signal of the middle-aged man.

Lin Yang didn't say a word, took a sip, exhaled refreshment, continued to chat a few words, and then lived in the house prepared for the guests under the leadership of the young man.

There was nothing in the house but wooden chairs, wooden beds and tables, and oil lamps.

When night fell, Lin Yang, who closed his eyes, quickly fell asleep.

On the other side, a whisper came from the room lit by the oil lamp.

"Brother Feng, you said that this old man, shouldn't it be a spy sent by those people, our Yunshan faction has declined, only the three qi creation skills left by the master and his old man, there should be nothing that those people can gain. ”

Feng Weibo pondered for a while, looked at his wife and shook his head: "It's not like, this old man has no greed in his eyes, no murderous intent, and no nervousness and uneasiness, except for that trace of sorrow between his eyebrows, he really looks like a poor homeless person, if he is really a spy sent by those people, he will be a little nervous in the face of me, not to mention that even if they send someone, they will not send an old man of such an age, and it seems reasonable to send a child." ”

When the woman heard Feng Weibo say this, she couldn't help but nodded.

The two spoke a few more words, and then hugged each other and fell asleep.

The next day, Lin Yang, who was resting, was suddenly woken up by a few immature shouts.

Shaking his head, taking a few sips of wine, and lightly thinking about it, Lin Yang looked out the window and happened to see the two hard-working little figures on the stage.

After a little silence, he got out of bed, put on a black brocade robe full of patches and cloth shoes, picked up a wooden chair, pushed open the door, and walked towards the stage.

Looking at the cute appearance of the two little girls, Lin Yang didn't make a sound, sat on the wooden chair, and looked at the little girl who was serious about each other while drinking.

Probably because they were tired, the two little girls were panting and ready to rest soon after.

At this time, they noticed Lin Yang, who was drinking, and after hesitating for a while, he walked over shyly, bowed down, behaved obediently, and gave a salute: "Hello Grandpa Lin..."

Lin Yang, who learned Taihuang's tone, said loudly: "You two female dolls are serious, what about your brothers?"

One of the girls blinked her eyes, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, and explained: "Brother, they got up earlier than Qing'er, and they have already left the mountain gate with their father and gone to the market to buy food, to see if they can find some work." ”

Lin Yang frowned: "Could it be that your father is very poor? As the master of the Yunshan Sect, shouldn't there be many people who come to him to ask him to do things, how can he personally go to find a job." ”

"The old gentleman doesn't know that we moved from Yuancheng to Yunshan, and our reputation is not obvious, and no one knows about it. ”

At this moment, the woman, who had been secretly observing Lin Yang, came to the stage of the martial arts, bowed to Lin Yang with a fist, and explained.

"In that case, why did you leave Yuancheng before?"

The woman sighed, and her face was a little helpless: "Because of the framing of the villains and the greed for the secret book left by the master, I have long been rejected, and I have no choice but to move here." ”

Counting here, the woman stared at Lin Yang seriously, wanting to see some changes on Lin Yang's face, but it disappointed her, and Lin Yang's expression did not fluctuate.

"It's a pity, I heard that many of you in the martial arts are involuntarily, it seems that this is true. ”

"So I'm going to practice hard with my sister and protect my parents..."

At this moment, the two little girls said to Lin Yang seriously.

"Protecting parents?"

Lin Yang smiled and shook his head.

This appearance made the two girls immediately angry, crossed their hands on their hips, pointed at Lin Yang and scolded loudly: "What, do you look down on me and my sister?"

Looking at the two girls who were only eight or nine years old, Lin Yang couldn't help laughing anymore, which made the two girls even more angry, and they couldn't wait to pull out their swords and poke a few holes in Lin Yang's body.

"I'm sorry, grandpa really couldn't hold back. ”

Lin Yang, who was coughing, saw that the two women really drew their swords and walked over, quickly wiped their faces, and pretended to be serious: "Well, very good, very good, who said that women are not as good as men, grandpa supports you, believe in you, work hard." ”

This scene made the woman smile bitterly, and the wariness of Lin Yang in her heart gradually disappeared in the following chat. (To be continued.) )