The autumn wind accompanied Wang Lin's voice, and in this courtyard, he seemed unwilling to leave, wandering constantly. The story of the Vermilion Bird Star boy has a trace of sadness in the twists and turns, blending with the autumn mood and getting stronger. In Br Qingyi's eyes, there were more than how many tears had been shed, and he listened silently. When Wang Ping heard half of it, he lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly... Looking at the sky, he didn't speak again. br Qingyi looked at the father and son in front of her in a daze, there was an indescribable emotion in her heart, and subconsciously, she took Wang Ping's hand. But he immediately noticed that Wang Ping's second-hand was cold. The courtyard was extremely quiet, and for a long time, Wang Ping's hoarse voice said softly: "The story is very beautiful, Dad, I'm tired." Wang Ping stood up and walked to the home remedies in the compound, Qingyi saluted Wang Lin and followed.

In the entire courtyard, only Wang Lin was left alone. He sat there silently, staring into the distance. The chill of the autumn wind, which is even more intense at night, blows all around, blowing some fallen leaves and drifting far away. I don't know how long it took, Wang Lin sighed lightly. lowered his head, picked up the wine jug and put it to his mouth, but it was found that the wine was gone... br He sat in the room, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with a look of pain in his eyes, Qingyi sat next to him, holding her hand, and did not speak. Silent companionship. br: "It turns out... This is the answer, and I have been waiting for the answer for more than 60 years..." br "It turns out that I'm just a primordial baby who has been refined by my mother..." Wang Ping lowered his head, his face showing a thick bitterness and melancholy.

Early the next morning, Wang Ping left, and Qingyi always followed him. br From beginning to end, he didn't say a word to his father, he glanced at it, even if he left, he sat silently in the carriage in the early morning, and disappeared far away in Qishui City. br he didn't pay attention, at the moment of leaving, a gaze, silently looking at the departure of the carriage, in this gaze, revealing the vicissitudes of life... br Wang Ping walked out of the room, sat quietly in the courtyard, looked at the clouds in the sky, and muttered: "Perhaps, you will have a day to figure out..." br Wang Ping sat in the carriage, he didn't know where to go, just looked ahead blankly, he felt tired, as if the things of this world, at this moment, there is no more, will make him rise up to look at the same thought. br "Qingyi, I'm so tired, find a calm mountain village, let's live there..."

Wang Ping said softly. br Qingyi nodded, with tenderness in her eyes. BR In an ordinary border mountain village, Wang Ping and Qingyi lived and lived a plain life, their age is not small, and the years of their lives often flash in Wang Ping's eyes. br His life, nineteen years of ordinary, eight years of mountains and rivers, twenty-five years of conquest, ten years of mortal supreme, although it is short, but its wonderfulness is far from being experienced by many people. BR is just that, in the end, he still returned to the original point and returned to the blandness. Wake up early in the morning and carve with wooden blocks in the yard. In the ordinary, revealing warmth, whenever this happens, Qingyi will sit beside him, his eyes show softness, looking at the carving knife in his hand, one knife at a time, carving... Wang Ping took the wood carving and blew it gently, and the sawdust flew up.

br put the wood carving on the ground, Wang Ping's eyes showed a trace of nostalgia, and said softly: "At this time, my father when I was young. "The wood carving is Wang Lin, the young Wang Lin, with a fierce light in his eyes, looking at the world with his hands behind his back, and a proud air rises leisurely. BR time flashed, and it was another decade. The silkworms of the br years can't wash away the traces of reincarnation, life and death, and can't escape the trajectory of heaven. BR ten years, for mortals, is long with a hint of shortness, which feels a little contradictory, but it is a true portrayal in the hearts of every mortal. br For Wang Lin, ten years is indeed short, with a hint of long. His head was gray and long, as if he had not been combed after drinking, and his face became older, and when he closed his eyes, it was as if he had entered reincarnation.

In the past ten years, Wang Lin's understanding of the way of heaven has indeed become clearer and more profound, and he did not have the intention to do all this. Twenty unintentional, natural enlightenment. BR is like the trees in the yard, most of them have died, they can't escape reincarnation, but soon after they die, a new life does appear. In the artistic conception of the reincarnation of life and death, the changes of life are everywhere, but before, even if Wang Lin saw it, he would not feel it, but now, in his unintentional heart, what he sees in his eyes is indeed full of vitality. The flowers in the corner of the BR wall fall every year, but they also bloom every year. The clouds in the BR sky dissipate day by day, but they also recondense day by day. It's like in this world, there are people who die, and there are lives, it's like a balance. If BR is said to be the cause (the picture is not clear), it is also contained in it. In a big house in the BR Wangfu, only Wang Lin lives alone, this, the neighbors around him, it seems that he has long been used to it, Pingruli, there are also many children who run here to play, the initial fashion is afraid of Wang Lin, but after a long time, these children do realize, this old man, is not scary at all.

Gradually, the big house of the palace became a place for children to play, and looking at these children every day, Wang Lin's heart was calm. br children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, what he should do, he has done, what he should say, and he has already said it, whether he can finally figure it out depends on Wang Ping himself. br Wang Lin believes that the children he has raised have the same mind as the sky, and all the things in this world and all the fetters can be passed! He has reached the twilight of his life, but the carving in his hand has indeed never been put down. BR "Father is right, life, it's better to be plain, if I have a choice, if there is an afterlife, I hope that I can drink my father in an isolated village, ordinary life..." Wang Ping said softly.

Br next to him, Qing Yi looked at Wang Ping quietly. He said softly, "Now that you've figured it out." Why don't you go and see his old man's house? br Wang Ping put down the statue of his father in his hand, this statue is engraved by Wang Lin ten years ago, who sat at the dinner table and said softly, "Let's eat". br "Qingyi, you don't understand ......" The wisdom in Wang Ping's eyes became stronger as he grew older. br "In my heart, except for my mother's problems. There is one more question that I dare not ask...... I have a feeling that maybe this problem is the real reason why my father didn't let me cultivate......" Wang Ping's eyes showed a trace of sadness, this sadness, with Wang Lin. It was so similar, he had already seen some clues, but he didn't dare to verify it. br "Qingyi, I can feel that I have come to the end of my life, I am afraid that it will not be long, you are a monk, you live longer than me, after I die, send me to my father."

As for you, be free, but no matter how long it has passed, you should not forget, in your life. There is such a reincarnation, it belongs to me!" Wang Ping's voice was flat, but there was a hint of determination. Br Qingyi's body trembled, and he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Ping. br "Over the years, I have suffered you, as a monk, I must be able to change my appearance, in order not to make me feel lonely, you gradually make yourself and me grow old together, this love, I Wang Ping will not forget, if there is an afterlife, I, will never forget you!" br tears, flowing from Qingyi's eyes, her cultivation, was promoted to the great consummation of the late Yuan infant by Wang Lin back then, and twenty years ago, accompanied Wang Pingzhong to understand the way of heaven and obtain the artistic conception, her artistic conception is the love of no regrets. br: "Yellow Springs will be with you!" Qingyi said softly: "Cultivation is like dust in my eyes...... I don't want to be a ruthless immortal, I just want to be a sentient person......" br Wang Ping looked at Qingyi in a daze, sighed and said softly: "Why bother......

At this moment, in the starry sky, a thunderbolt roared away. Shuttling through the devastated nebula, if you look closely at this thunder light, you can see that there is actually a huge fierce beast inside, this beast looks like a unicorn. But there are no horns, and the thunder light flashes all over the body, it is a thunder beast! On the back of this thunder beast, there is a middle-aged scribe, this person has a high level of cultivation, and he doesn't mind the thunder light of the thunder beast swimming outside the body. The lightning light was extremely fast, and he hurried towards the northern region of Luotian. br His goal is extremely clear, it is the Ran Yunxing in the Northern Region of Naluo Heaven!br Seventy years ago, there was an accident in the Thousand Illusion Stars here, and the ancestor of the Phantom Family who had stepped into the second step of cultivation died. And there is a suspected envoy of the Thunder Immortal Palace, this matter. Under the circulation, it gradually attracted the attention of the Lei Immortal Palace. According to the investigation, it seems that the person who is suspected of being the Thunder Immortal Hall has not left Ran Yunxing, so he sent this person to investigate. The middle-aged man has already taken the first step of cultivation, but at this moment, he has reached the realm of yin and void. He sat on top of the thunder beast and stepped into the northern region of Luotian, without stopping, and went straight to Ran Yunxing. br"There are still people who dare to pretend to be the envoy of the Thunder Immortal Palace. It's been a long time since this kind of thing happened!"

A sneer appeared on the middle-aged man's face, as an envoy of the Thunder Immortal Palace, his power was extremely great, and the entire Luo Tian Star Domain, except for a few ancient cultivation families. Almost no one dared to provoke the Thunder Immortal Palace. br "Just let me Lei Daozi, the real envoy of the Thunder Immortal Palace, meet this person for a while, don't think about it." If you can use a few thunder powers, you can pretend to be my Thunder Immortal Palace, the real person of the Thunder Immortal Palace, what you have is a thunder beast!" Lei Daozi put his right hand on the head of the thunder beast and patted it gently. The BR Thunder Beast seemed to feel the pride of its master, raised its head and roared, and the sound of thunder rumbled through the starry sky, and it was getting closer and closer to Ranyun Star...... br