After the father and son, Wang Lin sat by the fire, and suddenly felt a lot of feeling in his heart, for mortals, it was a lot of money, but for monks, it was like dung, and he wouldn't even look at it.

He sat quietly in the shop, picked up a piece of wood, and carved it with a wave of his right hand with a carving knife.

Time flies, another three years have passed, Da Niu's shop has more than doubled, and the business is really as Da Niu's mother thought, much better than before, but once this business is good, Da Niu's leisure time will be less, and he has to work with his father all day long.

Only after closing the shop, Da Niu had time to drag his tired body, carry a pot of fruit wine, and come to Wang Lin to watch him make wood carvings.

The body of the big cow, perhaps the reason for the iron striking in the past few years, has become stronger and stronger, and the seventeen-year-old young man, even in the winter, is only wearing a thin shirt, and he does not feel cold at all.

It's just that his parents, the wrinkles on their faces are gradually increasing.

Wang Lin's appearance has also changed from six years ago, he no longer looks young, but has entered middle age, and there is gradually a wrinkle on his face.

This is his deliberate use of magic, after all, if a person's appearance has not changed in six years, then it will be an incredible thing for these kind and simple neighbors around.

In the next three years, Xu Tao came here more and more times, almost every month, he had to come over once, offering a large number of gold and silver things and wine, the meaning of winning over is self-evident, and sometimes in the words, these things are all filial piety of His Royal Highness.

Wang Lin has no interest in this world, the reason why he stayed in Kyoto is only one purpose, that is, to experience the feelings of mortals, so as to make a breakthrough in his cultivation.

The struggle for power between mortals and the earth. In his own right. Really lazy to get involved.

Late autumn of this year. There are a few willow trees on both sides of the street. The leaves are blown by the wind. It slowly fell off with a rattling sound. Sent far away by the wind. It has become a rootless leaf.

all over the street. Fallen leaves can be seen everywhere. Wang Lin walked out of the store. He was dressed in thick clothing. He wears a fur hat on his head. At this time, if someone from the State of Zhao or the State of Chu saw Wang Lin. Categorically unrecognizable. This person is the powerful and powerful Star Wang Lin who killed countless people and had bloody hands all over the place.

Even some of the monks who had fought with him. It is also absolutely unrecognizable.

At this time and place he. It doesn't look any different from a mortal. It's not an outward resemblance. It's god-like. Even in the bones. None of them are any different.

After six years of earthishness. Wang Lin had become a mortal once and for all. Now he is. The face is slightly old. Although the body is still straight. But it seems. With a middle-aged mortal who has been busy all his life. There is no difference.

There is only one thing that is slightly different from mortals, that is, his eyes are black and white, without any variegation, and there is a hint of brightness, which makes his whole person look extraordinary.

In the next three years, Wang Lin did not meditate once, did not practice once, even the red mist outside his body was unconsciously condensed by him as early as two years ago, turned into blood-colored beads, and was put into a storage bag by him.

Out of the store, there was a gust of wind in his face, with the chill of autumn, Wang Lin tightened his neckline, closed the door of the store, and then walked slowly into the distance.

At this time, a rather sturdy young man walked out of the blacksmith shop opposite, he was carrying a bucket of waste charcoal in his hand, and immediately saw Wang Lin after leaving the shop, so he grinned and said, "Uncle Wang, go to the play again?"

Wang Lin turned around and said with a smile: "Big Niu, bring me a pot of wine." ”

The young man answered, poured the charcoal in his hand aside, hurried into the shop, and not long after, he ran over with a wine jug, with concern in his eyes, and said: "Uncle Wang, you are old, drink less of this wine, just drink to warm your body." ”

Wang Lin nodded with a smile, took the wine jug, patted Da Niu's shoulder, turned around and left slowly.

Da Niu looked at Wang Lin's back, and there was a bitter taste in his heart, in the past six years, the omnipotent Uncle Wang in his eyes has aged a lot, and he still remembers Uncle Wang six years ago, the heroic ground face and star-like eyes.

The lifelike and vivid wood carvings take shape in his hands.

He always remembered that Uncle Wang once said that when he made a lot of money, he would go back and marry his daughter-in-law, but in the blink of an eye, six years passed, and Da Niu never saw Wang Lin's daughter-in-law, and he didn't ask about it again.

Da Niu sighed, turned around and returned to the shop, his father is also a little old, the main work of the shop, now he is working, even after the shop is closed, there are many things to do, the habit of often going to see Wang Lin to make wood carvings when he was a teenager can no longer continue.

It's just that every few days, I take some time out to accompany this lonely Uncle Wang.

In the late autumn season, the wind was full of cold, Wang Lin walked slowly all the way, and after a while, he finally came to an inn at the corner of the street.

The shopkeeper, with a towel on his shoulder, said quite cleverly: "Ho, the shopkeeper Wang is here, please come in." ”

Wang Lin entered the room, took off his fur hat, and said with a smile: "I don't have any silver to reward, no matter how enthusiastic you are, it's useless." ”

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Look at what you said, the shopkeeper has ordered, the first place by the window, and I will keep it for you forever." As he spoke, he walked a few steps briskly to the position of the east head by the window, swept the towel in his hand, and bent back.

Wang Lin sat on the bench, and after a short time, the shopkeeper served a few plates of side dishes, and served a small charcoal pot with boiling water in the pot. Wang Lin put the wine jug in his hand in a small pot and began to warm the wine.

From time to time, pour out a cup and drink, Wang Lin sat here like this, watching people enter the inn one after another, gradually, there were more and more people in the inn, after about half an hour, a few piano and rap plays, they walked out of the back room, as soon as these people appeared, suddenly the inn applauded again and again, quite lively.

Among these plays, there is a woman with a somewhat beautiful appearance, and most of the people in the inn actually come to see her.

The woman's beautiful eyes were full of anticipation, and her water sleeves danced, and she began to chant.

This woman's voice is quite beautiful, and the drinkers in the inn applauded again and again, and for a while, the atmosphere reached **.

Wang Lin watched the woman rap with a smile and drank fruit wine, such days have lasted for more than a year.

After a short time, a slightly fat middle-aged man, wearing a thick cloth, hurriedly walked out of the back room, walked quickly to Wang Lin's side, and sat down in the shopkeeper and hurriedly served a pot of wine respectfully.

The middle-aged fat man immediately poured a full cup, drank it all in one gulp, glanced at Wang Lin, and said embarrassedly: "Shopkeeper Wang, this ......"

Wang Lin picked up the wine jug, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Li, I'm not here to collect rent today, don't worry." ”

The middle-aged fat man immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Business is not good, don't look at the fact that there are a lot of people here now, but inviting this troupe to come, it cost me a lot of money, alas, in this world, business is not easy to do." ”

Wang Lin smiled, and did not speak, but watched the opera quietly, this middle-aged fat man's surname is Li, what is his name Wang Lin still doesn't know, this person found Wang Lin two years ago, took the mortgage of the shop here, and begged to borrow twenty taels of gold, and the money has not been repaid until now. This shop has now become owned by Wang Lin.

In the past year, he saw Wang Lin coming almost every day, and he was nervous, and often came to probe the wind.

When the beautiful eyes of the drama turned, these men in the inn cheered one after another, and at this moment, a rather obscene voice came from outside the inn: "Yo, this little lady sings well, hooked me from the north of the city, okay!"

The moment the voice came, an old man in a gray cotton robe walked in, this old man had messy hair, a blue and purple face, and a few large footprints on his chest.

As soon as he came in, he immediately applauded loudly, and the shopkeeper frowned, and scolded: "Where did you come from called Hanako, go away, there is no money today!"

The old man's eyes widened, and he said, "If you dare to touch me, I won't be able to do it!" Lao Tzu is here to listen to the drama today!"

The moment Wang Lin saw the old man, the essence in his eyes that he hadn't seen for many years suddenly flashed, this old man was none other than the person who deceived Wang Lin about a meal six or seven years ago.

Sitting opposite Wang Lin, the innkeeper, the middle-aged fat man, immediately frowned, stood up, walked quickly to the door, rummaged through his pockets, touched for a long time, and finally took out a copper coin, threw it to the old man, and said: "I've given you money, let's go, it's really unlucky." ”

The old man took the copper coin, bit it with his teeth, stuck a mouthful of patina, and grinned at the shopkeeper and smiled: "Well, it's true, it's harder than gold, do you see, it's still the reality of your shopkeeper, hum." As he spoke, he threw the copper coin in his hand, dropped it in the shopkeeper, and said proudly: "A pot of tea!"

Then his eyes swept away, fell on Wang Lin, and walked over, not that he recognized Wang Lin, but at this time, there was only Wang Lin's table in the inn, and there was only one person.

The shopkeeper looked at the copper coin in his hand, and then looked at the shopkeeper, and called Huazi He had seen a lot, but he had to bite the copper coin when he saw it, and bought tea to drink after getting the money, this is still the first one.

The middle-aged fat man's face twitched, and as soon as he rolled up his sleeves, he was about to go up and throw the old man out, but at this moment, Wang Lin raised his hand and said, "Forget it." ”

The middle-aged fat man immediately paused, hesitated, muttered a few words, and turned around and walked to the back room.

The old man smiled, looked at Wang Lin, and said, "You ......" Just said a word, he was suddenly stunned, stared at Wang Lin, looked at it carefully for a while, and then his face showed a strange color, and he said in surprise: "It's you!"