Wang Ping...... Is that you......" the middle-aged woman said softly.

Wang Ping stepped forward, came to the woman's side, looked at the youth on her face, and smiled: "Zhou Ruotong!"

The middle-aged woman bit her lower lip, looked at Wang Ping in a daze, smiled gracefully for a long time, and said softly: "I saw you just now." I recognized...... So many years. You're still back. ”

Wang Ping looked at the woman in front of him, and felt quite emotional in his heart, beside the woman, there was also a little girl in her teens, whose appearance was very similar to Zhou Ruotong back then.

"Is this your daughter?" asked Wang Ping.

The woman nodded, turned back to the girl, and said, "Uncle, he was my mother's friend when she was a child."

"Uncle......" The girl seemed to be a little scared, standing behind her mother, and whispered.

At this moment, among the surrounding villagers, a few people also vaguely recognized Wang Ping, but when they saw those soldiers in armor, they didn't dare to come forward to recognize him.

Wang Ping looked at the little girl and smiled, "What's your name?"

The girl hid behind her mother, did not speak, and there was a look of fear in her eyes.

Wang Ping sighed lightly, looked up and said to the woman, "I'll go to the back mountain to worship Grandpa Sun...... The woman smiled, and from beginning to end, she didn't look at Qingyi beside Wang Ping, but pulled the child and stood beside her man. Her man, a strong man, apparently inherited his father-in-law's hunting skills. It's just that this strong man, if Wang Ping takes a closer look, he will find that he is not so strange.

Wang Ping turned around and walked towards the back mountain, while Qingyi took a deep look at the young woman who was bowing her head and touching the child's hair, and walked towards Wang Ping.

Wang Ping had just taken a few steps, and the little girl hiding behind her mother showed her head and said loudly: "Uncle, my name is Xu Nianping!"

Nian Ping...... Nian Ping ...... "Wang Ping paused, sighed secretly, did not look back, and continued to walk.

It wasn't until they had gone far away, until the villagers had dispersed, that the strong man standing beside the woman sighed and said softly, "Why are you ......doing this?"

"Brother, don't say any more. Zhou Ruotong raised her head and smiled slightly, her smile was very beautiful, and her eyes also showed a happy look.

"To see him again is content. ”

Sun Tai's tomb, there are no weeds, apparently people often clean up, Wang Ping stood in front of the tomb, and after a long time, silently left.

"Qingyi, I think, in a short time, I will go to see my father...... I haven't seen him in twenty years......" Wang Ping said softly.

Qingyi didn't speak, just quietly followed Wang Ping's side, as if in this life, no matter where Wang Ping goes, even if it is Huangquan, she will never leave, this has nothing to do with the agreement of the year, but a kind of companionship, there are some things, at that time, it is time to ask clearly......" Wang Ping glanced back at Luoyue Village, and gradually left.

Qishui City, Wang Lin hasn't been to the inn for a long time, he has been sitting in the courtyard all day, he is waiting, waiting for Wang Ping's return.

Fallen leaves always need to return to their roots, wanderers, and one day, they will return to the knees of their loved ones.

Three months later, Qishui City was full of chaos, and some servants in the mansion left one after another, leaving only an old servant who had always followed, because there was nowhere to go, so he chose to stay.

The entire Qishui City, as if it was about to be empty, took refuge in the war, although the army of the Tianxing Empire did not have any casualties among the civilians wherever it passed, but the panic was still spreading.

Qishui City, occupied by the Tianxing Empire, the army continued to push, Wang Ping stood outside the city, did not enter, but with the army, left.

"Father, now I haven't fulfilled my wish back then, and when the child completes, I'll come to see you......"

The wheel of time is constantly moving forward, spring, summer, autumn and winter are staggered several times, and in a flash, it is another five years. Wang Ping, Fifty-two, Daqin, and Chenyun surrendered one after another, and the Tianxing Empire became the only country on Ranyun Star.

From the time he left when he was twenty-seven years old, to the present, twenty-five years, Wang Ping has obtained the grid he wants, although there are many, many things in it, which he does not know, although this time is a little too fast.

It's just that Wang Lin said "yes" back then, so all this is not surprising.

After laying down the country, Wang Ping did not come to see Wang Lin immediately, but calmly looked at his mountains and rivers, feeling the vastness of heaven and earth.

Wang Lin still sits in the courtyard every morning, accompanied by the old servant, living an ordinary life, and his heart has gradually sublimated in the past 50 years.

Peaceful, quiet, no waves, spent ten years.

Sixty-two-year-old Wang Ping looks quite old, ten years of mortal supremacy, which makes his heart more tired, this tiredness makes him miss his childhood and the mountains and rivers and seas for those eight years, and what he misses even more is the feeling of having his father by his side in the past 28 years.

Heyi also became an old woman, her face was wrinkled, but her gaze was more tender.

Although, all these years, they have not had children......

On this day, Wang Ping left his father in the late autumn of the thirty-fifth year, in the autumn of this year, the fallen leaves were flying, and the autumn wind was blowing, revealing a faint autumn cold.

Wang Ping stepped down from the position of the supreme mortal, gave this country to his son who had always followed him all the way, and left.

What he took away, in addition to the memories of the past thirty-five years, was only Qingyi, who stepped on the carriage to Qishui City, and slowly ran towards his father.

The carriage galloped on the official road, sending off the leaves falling on both sides of the official road, they fell to the ground with the wind, shaking and swaying, and the carriage passed, and the wind brought up only let them float again, but the position of the fall, but always surrounded the big tree, it seems that there is a power in the dark, so that they will not stay away, and they do not seem to want to stay away.

Fallen leaves will always return to their roots, and wanderers will also return to their relatives. Just like the distance between the fallen leaves and the earth, Qishui City, is getting closer and closer......

Wang Lin sat in the courtyard, the only old servant died three years ago, and he was the only one left in this big house.

In front of him, there was a table, two stools and chairs next to it, a few side dishes on the table, a pot of wine, and three pairs of chopsticks.

The dishes are still steaming, and the fragrance is permeated, and they are blown by the wind and scattered out of the house.

At the same time as the sound of horses' hooves came, the sound of rolling on the ground gradually echoed, and outside the house, stopped, only a few long neighing of horses, as if to tell others that the carriage was coming............

On the carriage, Wang Ping stepped down, smiled gently at Qingyi, took her hand, and walked into the gate.

Wang Lin raised his head, this action, he seemed to have waited for thirty-five years, a kind smile appeared on his face, and said softly: "Come and sit down, the food is still hot." ”

The simple words of the box revealed a plain warmth, no inquiry, no questioning, and no excessive politeness, as if Wang usually came back, Wang Lin's eyes showed softness.

Wang Ping looked at his father in a daze, thirty-five years, since he left, he has never seen his father with his own eyes, if he said yes, it was only in a dream.

"Daddy......" Wang Ping knelt on the ground, two lines of tears wet his clothes.

Qingyi also knelt on the side and said softly, "Daddy......"

Wang Lin stood up, helped Wang Ping and Qingyi up, and said softly, "Let's eat." ”

This meal, after eating for a long time, a long-lost warmth flooded in Wang Ping's heart, this feeling, he has been absent for thirty-five years......

In the thirty-five years that Qing Yi had accompanied Wang Ping, he had already guessed Wang Lin's identity and knew that this elder was the Xu Mu who had entered the Thousand Illusion Stars alone and shocked all the monks in the Northern Region of Luotian! After all, Yun Wufeng had mentioned the word Xu Mu back then.

At this moment, there was still some disbelief in her eyes, and she really didn't overlap the kind old man in front of her with Xu Mu in the mighty Northern Region.

Qingyi didn't tell Wang Ping about all the legends about Xu Mu, after all, when the incident happened that year, she had not yet been born, and everything was a rumor, and there was no way to export it.

Until the moonlight was getting brighter and the autumn wind was blowing, Wang Ping put down his chopsticks and looked at his father, with a thousand words in his heart, but at this moment, there was no word to say.

"Ping'er, what do you want to ask?" Wang Lin looked at Wang Ping and said slowly.

"Dad, I want to know, my mother's affairs ......" for more than sixty years, since Wang Ping remembered, he only asked once, and that time, he saw his father's depression.

Now, for the second time, he spoke.

Wang Lin sank, and after a long time, his eyes showed reminiscence, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said softly: "I'll tell you a story...... Far away from here, there is a Xiuzhen Star, and its name is Suzaku ......"

Wang Lin's voice revealed a thick vicissitudes of life, and from his mouth, he slowly said a young man named Wang Lin, his life of nearly nine hundred years.

From stepping into Xiuzhen, Hengyue School, and Tiandao Sect, gradually with the story of Wang Lin, a painting axis of life spread out in front of Wang Ping and Qingyi.

The story is long, long......

But between the lines, there is an indescribable atmosphere, which makes people who hear this story shocked in their hearts......

Wang Ping looked at his father in a daze, listening to the story, Qingyi beside him, his eyes widened, this story, listening to her ears, made her can't help but immerse herself in it, although she knew that the hero of this story was Wang Ping's father, the old man in front of her.

"That nun is called Liu Mei ......"

Tomorrow Ergen has a birthday, hehe, I forgot about it, just now my daughter suddenly said that Dad is going to have a birthday. I don't know how she knows......

Although tomorrow is a birthday, there will be no less updates, everyone will wait and see, tomorrow, it seems that the answer to this cause and effect will be revealed.

Friends of the body, let's all be together, a year, I remember that it was a few days after my birthday last year, and the immortal reverse uploaded, like a reincarnation, a year.

Last year, Xianyi's new book was uploaded, and a year later, with the help of all Taoist friends, with the current results, Ergen will never forget.

It's a birthday.,Give the root of the ear a birthday gift.,Hehe.,Monthly passes.、Recommendations、Rewards.,It's okay.,It's really not good.,It's a click to make it.。