On Ran Yunxing, although the sea water occupies a large range, there are also many famous mountains and peaks on land, although the catastrophe many years ago made Ran Yunxing's aura no longer rich, but compared to the Vermilion Bird Star of the New Year, it is still slightly better.

Between the famous mountains above the Ran Yunxing, you can always see a father and son, climbing the mountain peaks and standing on the top to look at the world.

Look at the changes of heaven and earth, and look at the scene of the intertwined clouds. The earth, in their gaze, seemed to be shrunk countless times, so that at a glance, it was as if they could see the end.

Especially at that peak, the huge wind layer was whistling, Wang Ping stood in the west of the wind, looking at the heaven and earth, and his soul seemed to have been purified and constantly sublimated.

In the climb of mountain peaks, his thin body gradually gained strength, and in his eyes, everything about his father was great, such as twenty years of calm, such as such a moment to challenge the world.

After crossing the mountain peaks, Wang Ping's heart, from the so-called broad, he seems to have forgotten everything, wandering between heaven and earth, accompanied by only his father, but this mountain, this water, this day, this earth, but it seems that he can feel his existence, outside his body.

There was no loneliness, there was just the release of the mind! No matter how treacherous the mountain was, it did not stop his father and son, no matter how tall the mountain was, they all crossed under their steps.

Although Wang Ping's body is mortal, his concubine's soul has been sublimated and reached a height in the cultivation of this time and again.

From the mountains, experience life, from the step-by-step, solidify the heart, from the distance again and again in the world, feel the vastness. However, he never stopped, never succumbed to this immenseness, but relied on climbing again and again, with the greatest possibility of mortals, inheriting the anti-heaven intention in Wang Lin's heart.

Wang Lin did not teach Wang Ping the art of cultivation, but in his way, he gave Wang Ping's soul an infinite impact.

When he was thirsty, he drank the water of the mountain spring, and when he was hungry, he took the fruit beast into his mouth, and when he was tired, he sat on the ground, and when he was sleepy, he lay on the earth and took the sky as his cover.

Three years have passed in a flash at a very fast speed, and in these three years, Wang Ping's respect for his father has become stronger, and in his eyes, his father is the highest person in this world.

Conquer the mountains, and next, the river!

In the land of rivers and rivers, the figures of the father and son also appear from time to time, looking at the majestic rivers and listening to the roar that seems to be against the sky.

A lonely boat, carrying Wang Ping's vision and gradually sublimated soul, in the river and under the waves, continue to move forward and challenge.

This big river, which surrounds most of the Ran Yunxing, leaves the figures of Wang Lin's father and son everywhere, and the sound of laughter comes out of Wang Ping's mouth more often, and with this laughter, it is Wang Lin's hearty laughter.

This kind of laughter is rare in Wang Lin's body, and it can even be said that it is extremely rare. His laughter seemed to be contagious, which made Wang Ping even happier. It seems that as long as there is a father by his side between heaven and earth, he will be all right!"Father, Ping'er will be by your side all his life, even if he dies, if there is a reincarnation in the next life, even if we are no longer father and son, I will never forget you!" This Ye lonely boat, far away in the river, traveled through most of the clouds, and went to the entrance of the sea The land trip ended, but the voyage of the sea has just begun, on the sea, a sea ship rides the wind and waves, the sea breeze blows, Wang Ping's world is infinitely expanded.

Island after island, wave after wave, he saw the thunder bombarding the sea, swimming away with bursts of lightning, seeing a huge giant whale comparable to a village, and even a mirage.

The vastness of the sea far exceeds the land, Wang Ping's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and he feels that the tolerance of the sea is like his father's mind, the infinite majesty.

Integrating the infinity of the sea, the fierceness of the mountains, the extension of the rivers, and the vastness of heaven and earth, five years later, when Wang Lin and his son set foot on the land again, Wang Ping has been reborn like a sublimation.

Although he is still a mortal, his mind can contain heaven and earth! When he returned, the last mountain they jumped over was Qilian Peak next to Luoyue Village! Twenty-seven-year-old Wang Ping's childish face had long been swept away, replaced by a resolute look, and his appearance, in the past eight years of experience, gradually dispelled away that trace of strangeness, and what remained was only the peerless handsomeness.

The angular face has a smile like a sunshine and bright sunlight.

Looking at Wang Ping in front of him, Wang Lin smiled, these eight years were a way for him to completely dispel the resentment in Wang Ping's soul after thinking about it for a long time.

Liu Mei's elixir and Wang Lin's supernatural powers can only dispel most of the grievances, but this grievance is too deep, it has been integrated into the soul, deep-rooted, twenty years of calm, so that this grievance has gradually eased, coupled with the purification of the soul in the past eight years, the sublimation of Wang Ping's soul has made him unconsciously, the resentment in his soul has been cleared only a trace.

This trace is not expelled by any technique, no pill, and it can only be erased in reincarnation.

At the foot of Qilian Peak, Wang Lin looked at the mountain village in the distance and said softly, "Don't you want to take a look?"

Beside him, Wang Ping shook his head and said, "No, I'm not going." ”

Wang Lin didn't say anything more, but stepped towards the peak, Wang Ping followed, caught up with his father's footsteps, and said with a smile: "Father, I remember hearing people say when I was a child that there is a fairy mist on this Qilian Peak, and you can not get sick for ten years if you take a puff, at that time I was thinking, I don't know when, my father can take me here." ”

Wang Lin smiled and glanced at Wang Ping kindly.

This tall Qilian Mountain, gradually, was climbed to the peak by the father and son, and above the peak, there were countless clouds, as if stepping on clouds.

Wang Ping took a deep breath and looked at his father, in his opinion, although this Qilian Mountain is majestic, but it is not comparable to his father, although this Qilian Mountain is tall, but it is not as high as his father's backbone! In the distance of the clouds, it is slightly dark, bursts of electric light swim away, and sometimes thunder rumbles out, and the power of heaven and earth attracts Wang Guzhen's attention.

After a while, as the thunder gradually became louder, a wet wind blew, and the rain slowly fell on the earth, and as the clouds spread, the rain gradually increased.

On the earth, perhaps because it had not rained for a long time, the dust was beaten, but before it had risen too high, it was drenched by the rapid rain, melted into the raindrops, and returned to the big woman again. It's like a person who cultivates against the sky, who originally wanted to ascend to heaven, but under the power of the heavens that turned into raindrops, he had to fall. In this cramped rain, how much dust can really ascend to the sky...... The thunderstorm was mixed and roared, but the father and son on the mountain peak looked at the world calmly, this rain seemed to be monstrous in the lower realm, but it did not fall on the body at all.

There was no sound except thunder and rain.

The thunderstorm came and went just as quickly, and after a while, the clouds dissipated, and a rainbow, as if hanging in the sky, unfolded in front of the father and son.

The beauty of the rainbow is dazzling and colorful, and the seven colors seem to contain the way of heaven when viewed at such a close distance.

It's just that at this moment, in this tranquility, there is a whistling sound disturbed, only to see that in the distance between heaven and earth, a sword light roared away, turning into thunder and rumbling, as if to shatter the rainbow and penetrate through it.

In the sword light, there was a middle-aged man standing, this person was immortal and bone-like, with a fairy aura permeating his body, and a cyan flying sword under his feet, exuding bursts of cold light.

He roared past, and at a glance he saw Wang Lin's father and son at the top of Qilian Peak, but he sighed lightly.

It is not unusual for a mortal to climb to this place, and it must have great perseverance. There was admiration in the man's eyes, but he didn't stop, but jumped over the mountain and went straight into the distance.

Wang Ping looked at the middle-aged man disappearing into the sky in a daze, this was the first time in his life, seeing such a scene, the shock in his heart was like an angry wave, and it had not calmed down for a long time.

"Father, this ...... Is it an immortal?" Wang Ping muttered.

Wang Lin sighed lightly and said slowly, "Yes." ”

Wang Ping was silent, for a long time, he raised his head, looked at his father, his eyes showed a bright light, and said softly: "Father, really can't you let me cultivate...... Wang Lin's eyes fell on the rainbow that was gradually dissipating in the distance, and in the depths of his eyes, a trace of sadness appeared again, and he didn't speak, just shook his head.

Wang Ping didn't say anything more, but looked at the place where the middle-aged monk disappeared in the distance.

After getting off Qilian Peak, Wang Ping always sank along the way, walked on the official road, until he reached a nearby town, and got on the carriage to Dacheng, Wang Ping still didn't say a word.

In addition to the coachman who drove the car, there were only Wang Lin and his son in the carriage, Wang Lin's eyes looked out through the window, and in his eyes, the color of sadness was even stronger, and among them, there was a trace of unspeakable bitterness.

There was silence in the carriage for a long time, Wang Ping lowered his head and said softly: "Father, I want to cultivate the Tao...... This is the second time he has said the Tao.

The first time was ten years ago, when he was seventeen.

Wang Lin didn't retract his gaze, still looking out the window, and said calmly: "You, you are not suitable for cultivation!"

"Father, why?" Wang Ping looked at his father's silhouette and asked unwillingly.

Wang Lin turned his head, as he did ten years ago, did not speak, just looked at Wang Ping calmly, quietly.

The sound of the carriage rolling on the ground came slowly, bringing the passage of time, and finally, Wang Ping lowered his head and said softly, "I know, father." ”

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