Time flies, the years pass by, spring goes to autumn, and another five years have passed.

This year's winter came very early, before the winter began, a heavy snow scattered the earth, freezing some of the dead leaves that were still left on the branches, and when the snow wind blew, the dead leaves and snowflakes fell to the earth together.

Just like a person's longevity, although he is reluctant to return, although he is unwilling to return, when the snow wind blows, he has to go with the wind.

In the past five years, three old people have died in the village, and three new lives have been born.

It's like reincarnation, and people are turning unconsciously.

Sun Tai, getting older, his house is next to Wang Lin's house, this house is not big, but there is a curtain shrouded, just like a mortal who knows the destiny of heaven, he does not like to be in the room all day, but sits in the courtyard, looking at the sky, with the glory in the memory, accompany himself.

Wang Ping is ten years old, but compared to children of the same age in the village, Wang Ping looks like he is seven or eight years old, very thin, but his little face is no longer as pale as five years ago, but slightly bloody.

Ten-year-old Wang Ping was born extremely handsome, and the residents of the village were very fond of this well-behaved and beautiful child, and among his playmates, many little girls were full of good feelings for the boy from the carpenter's family in the village.

The heavy snow in the early morning made the cold slightly thicker, Sun Tai sat peacefully in the courtyard, wearing a thick leather jacket, looking at the sky, and his eyes showed reminiscence.

Next to him, Wang Ping was also wearing a thick cotton coat, looking at the sky in a daze.

"Ping'er, why didn't you go to accompany your father, but came to the old man?" Sun Tai showed kindness in his eyes, and looked down at Wang Ping, for this child, he liked it from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for Wang Lin once saying that he would not let this kid cultivate, he really wanted to pass on what he had learned in his life.

"If you don't go back, Aunt Zhang is here again. Wang Ping pouted, said dissatisfiedly, Ersun Tai smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "You kid, don't worry, your father won't agree." "Not necessarily, Grandpa Sun, look at it, in the past three years, Aunt Zhang has come a few times, and I have counted them, a total of twelve times! Twelve times, most of the sisters in this village, whether it is A'e, why do they all fall in love with my father?" Wang Ping frowned, crossed his fingers and said.

Sun Tai smiled dumbly, looked outside the courtyard, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about your father's affairs, you look at the second girl of the Zhou family outside, it seems that she has come to look for you." Wang Ping was stunned, looked up at the courtyard, and saw that on the snow, a little girl of seven or eight years old, with a red face, gradually approached.

"Brother Wang Fist, are you there?" outside the courtyard, the girl's crisp voice came.

Wang Ping frowned, and said loudly: "I'm not here, you can go quickly!" As he spoke, he simply walked out of the yard, without looking at the girl with moisture in his eyes, and ran towards his house.

When Sun Tai saw this, he couldn't help laughing, and the kindness in his eyes was even stronger.

At this moment, Wang Lin was different from Sun Tai, he frowned, looked at a young woman in front of him who kept talking, and smiled bitterly.

In the past five years, Wang Lin has been a little old, just like when he turned into a mortal, in order not to shock the world, his appearance is gradually no longer young, but entering the middle of the second Xu is vicissitudes in his eyes, making him, although middle-aged, has a strange temperament, diffuse.

"Brother Wang, you see that Ping'er is ten years old, this child has a hard life, there is no mother by his side, you don't have to think about it for yourself, you have to think about it for the child, the daughter of the Zhao family at the entrance of the village, that is the daughter of the Huanghua family, people are willing to follow you, and they promise that the child must be like their own, what are you not satisfied with?" The young woman looked quite beautiful, looked at Wang Lin, and said bitterly.

Wang Linruo's smile became even thicker, and he said in a relaxed manner: "This matter is still settled." ”

"Oh, brother Wang, why are you bothering, I know that you are infatuated with Ping'er and her mother, so you have never remarried, but this day has to be lived, you said that you have been here for ten years, when you first came, with a baby, at that time, I was not married, but now you see, my baby is eight years old. The young woman did not give up and continued.

At this moment, Wang Ping pushed the door and walked in, glared at the young woman, and sat aside without speaking.

Seeing that the young woman was going to say more, Wang Ping said loudly: "Dad, I'm hungry!" Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This matter is over." ”

The young woman sighed, shook her head, and said, "Forget it, if you don't want to, you can't force it, but Brother Wang, if you have a fancy to it, remember to tell me." As she spoke, she glanced back at Wang Ping and reached out to touch Wang Ping's head.

Wang Ping snorted lightly and ducked back.

The young woman smiled and said: "This child, his temper is not small, learn from your father, your father's temper is in our village, and it is one of the most gentle at that time, otherwise how can there be so many big girls to come to the door." She said, turning to leave.

After the young woman left, Wang Pingwen said, "Dad, you ......"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Wang Lin smiled slightly and said, "Don't think about it, children, your Aunt Zhang is also kind." Come and take your medicine. ”

Wang Ping opened his eyes wide, looked at his father, and pouted: "But she wants to find a stepmother for Ping'er, and his father in the village Erhuzi found a stepmother for Erhuzi, but Erhuzi can't eat enough every day, and he is always trained."

Wang Lin smiled dumbly, touched Wang Ping's head, and said with a smile: "Okay, I promise you, I won't find you a stepmother, okay, take medicine." ”

Wang Ping happily picked up the bowl and drank the medicinal soup in one sip, this time, he didn't feel bitter, but felt a little sweet, this sweetness, in his heart, his attachment to his father.

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Wang Lin smiled, patted Wang Ping's head, walked out of the room, and cleared the snow with a broom in the yard.

Wang Ping saw his father in the window, and fell for a moment, his memory is very good, far more than that of children of the same age, he has always remembered clearly that when he was four years old, he inadvertently asked his father where his mother was.

At that time, his father's affection was very strange, he didn't understand the meaning of that expression, but now that he has grown up, he understands that that expression is called low He is a sensible child, and since then, he has never asked anything about his mother.

After the beginning of winter, the heavy snow continued, one after another, and the cold winter came, and the people in the village even had fewer activities. The cold winter wax moon passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye, the spring breeze struck, gradually sweeping away the cold of this winter.

The private moat in the village was also opened in the spring, and it was here that the children in the village were able to read and write.

The days passed like this, like clear water, without the slightest waves, calm, but with warmth, washing Wang Lin's tired heart.

As Wang Ping grew up day by day, Wang Lin no longer persistently pursued enlightenment for the way of heaven, but silently watched Wang Ping with a fatherly mentality.

In the past ten years, except for dispelling resentment for Wang Ping every night, he has not used any magical powers, as if he has forgotten everything.

It's just that, in this forgetting, a sense of rebirth in the cycle of life and death is silent, condensed in Wang Lin's heart, and gradually deepened with Wang Ping's growth.

The cycle of life and death, for the various changes of death, Wang Lin has a very deep understanding, but the breath of this life is not much to feel, as time passes, his Dao heart, while relieving fatigue, is also slowly moving towards consummation.

Perfecting life and death, it is the cycle of cause and effect, Wang Lin's Dao thoughts, in this plainness, slowly sublimated, this transition, if a great monk sees it, he will be shocked, because this kind of change is not simple, but a drastic change in artistic conception.

The artistic conception is a unique magical power that the monk perceives after the immortal world is broken, and it can even be said that the Tao cultivated by the monk is the artistic conception, and its root cause is deeply related to this artistic conception.

Therefore, the artistic conception is almost fixed for every monk, and it is rare for the artistic conception to be sublimated, the reason why Liu Mei is favored by the ancestor of the Phantom family is precisely because its artistic conception has signs of sublimation, so the ancestor of the Phantom family does not hesitate to give up looking for the Heavenly Reverse Bead in the Xiuzhen Alliance, but immediately returns to the Phantom House with Liu Mei, the fundamental reason, in addition to being devoured, more importantly, he is afraid that such a character will be snatched away!

Wang Lin is on this path at this moment, but because of his artistic conception of the cycle of life and death, his understanding of life is not enough, so even if there are signs of sublimation to the path of cause and effect, it has never completely changed.

In this way, the transition at this moment is an extremely crucial process in Wang Lin's lifelong cultivation, and it even determines his future achievements.

Wang Lin didn't seem to understand these things, but if he had a choice, he would never exchange this kind of generation for such an opportunity that any monk was eager to obtain.

Spring goes to autumn, and another six years have passed, and in the autumn of this year, Sun Tai's limit seems to have come a little earlier, and it is very strange.

When he was lying in his house, the only people who saw him off were Wang Lin and his son.

At this moment, he is like the heavy snow that came early six years ago, blowing away the leaves that are unwilling to fall, and taking away a trace of the soul of a foreign country.

Wang Ping is already sixteen years old, and his appearance is more and more similar to Liu Mei, this kind of appearance, born in a boy, is peerless handsome.

It's just that his eyes, like Wang Lin, are pure and black and white, sixteen years of growth, he is smart, and he understands a lot, just like the grandfather Sun in front of him, obviously he knew his father very early on, and obviously, he was extremely respectful to his father, although this kind of respect has never been spoken and revealed on the surface, but the breath in his bones is clearly perceived by Wang Ping.

"Sun Tai, I will do what I promised you back then. Wang Lin's appearance was even older, he looked at Sun Tai on the bed calmly, and said slowly It is estimated that there will be some Taoist friends who don't like such a quiet plot, but, in the world of Xianxia, such a plot is unique to Xianyi, look at it slowly, it is a kind of life.