With a smile, at this moment, his expression was serene, and he slowly burned the last trace of longevity.

Hearing Wang Lin's promise, Sun Tai took a deep look at him, and once again remembered this person who was entangled with his own grievances, and he seemed to be in a trance in front of him, as if he had returned to hundreds of years ago, in the Rain Immortal Realm......

Scenes slipped before his eyes, and finally froze on the calm but slightly old face in front of 7 eyes.

"Between life and death, it turned out to be such a short ......" Sun Tai smiled, closed the dead qi on his body, and at this moment it was rich to the peak, but in the next moment, it disappeared.

"Grandpa Sun......" Wang Ping had tears in his eyes, looked at Sun Tai's serene face, and cried.

Wang Lin sighed lightly, touched Wang Ping's head, a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes, he saw through life and death, saw through reincarnation, such a thing, like smoke and clouds, saw it, but it would not stay in his heart.

Sun Tai's tomb is in the back mountain of Luoyue Village, and the dead people in the village will be buried here.

The tombstone is left by Wang Ping, which reads: "The Tomb of Sun Tai", and the inscription is 1 Wang Ping.

When Wang Ping was twelve years old, Sun Tai accepted him as his righteous grandson, and Wang Lin did not stop him, Sun Tai was already older than him, enough to become Wang Ping's grandfather.

As for the relationship between him and Sun Tai, they are equals, and even as Wang Ping feels, for Wang Lin, Sun Tai has a kind of awe in his bones.

There was no body in Sun Tai's tomb, and his body had become a jar of ashes, stored in Wang Lin's storage bag, which was his promise to Sun Tai.

Sixteen-year-old Wang Ping is handsome and extraordinary, and compared to Wang Lin, he is getting older and older.

The passage of time brought Wang Lin's face at the same time, but also made the women of the Zhang family in the village lose their interest in talking about matchmaking, but as Wang Ping grew up, she put this interest on this child.

It's just that this Wang Ping has the style of a father, although his appearance is handsome, but his actions are extremely calm, he doesn't talk much on weekdays, but his eyes are flashing with wisdom.

A year after Sun Tai left, on this day, in the courtyard of the Wang family, Wang Lin held a wooden block in his hand, carefully carving, Wang Ping sat aside, calmly looking at his father, on his father's face, there were wrinkles, and the vicissitudes of life were thicker.

"Carving, you have to use your heart to make a knife, every knife is engraved in memory, only in this way can you be called a craftsman!" Wang Lin did not look up. Said flatly.

Wang Ping nodded, and also picked up a wooden block and carved it carefully.

In the sunset, the figure of the father and son was stretched very long, their movements were almost the same, even their demeanor was very similar, as the sunset fell, the figure faded, but that trace of charm, but it was eternal......

"Have you thought about it?" The sunset finally set, and the darkness shrouded the earth, and he palmed *** in the courtyard, put on the lampshade, Wang Lin said calmly.

Wang Ping, who was on the side, put down the half-finished statue in his hand, and got up "Wang Lin didn't urge, sat aside, picked up Wang Ping's statue, and looked carefully, this statue was slightly rough, but it carved Shen Yun by three points.

Carved by wood carving, it is Sun Tai, he has a proud face, his eyes look at the sky, his hands have a seal inside, a strange breath, condensed on his body, there are clouds under his feet, Qin up is quite expressive.

"Dad, why don't you let me learn the spells of those immortals left by Grandpa Sun......" Wang Ping lowered his head and said softly.

Wang Lin sighed lightly, Sun Tai was still in this matter, did not follow his own ideas, but secretly taught him the art of cultivation by accepting Wang Ping as his righteous grandson.

All this can't be hidden from Wang Lin's magical powers, if it weren't for Sun Tai's vitality in order to teach Wang Ping the art of cultivation, he would not have returned four years ahead of schedule and early.

As a father, Wang Lin is not an arbitrary person, he looked at Wang Ping, this child, inherited the face of his mother Liu Mei, and with his sixteen years, he learned his own peace.

The wisdom in his eyes, when flickering, Wang Lin seemed to see another self.

"Because the life of monasticism is not for you. Wang Lin retracted his gaze and said softly.

Wang Ping showed a smile on his face, looked up at his father, and said, "Dad, I haven't practiced those cultivation mantras taught by Grandpa Sun, and I haven't been able to do so. ”

Wang Lin nodded, he naturally knew all this, although Sun Tai taught the method of cultivation, but from beginning to end, Wang Ping did not practice.

"Dad, you...... You are also an immortal. Ba?" Wang Ping lowered his head and asked.

"He's not an immortal, he's just a monk. Wang Lin showed vicissitudes in his eyes and said slowly.

"Daddy's meaning is to let me live an ordinary life, instead of following in your footsteps and becoming a monk, right?" Wang Pingshen paused for a moment and said.

The bright moon in the sky gradually rose, and the moonlight fell on the earth, soft, revealing a trace of the cold of the moon. When the breeze blew, the lampshade hanging on the side was blown and shaken, so that the candle flame in it also became bright and dark, mixed with the moonlight, and shrouded the courtyard.

"Yes. Wang Lin put down Wang Ping's carving in his hand. 1. Looking at the night sky, the voice is erratic.

"What if...

......Wang Ping raised his head and looked at his father, this is the first time in his life that he has spoken to his father like this.

Wang Lin's eyes fell on Wang Ping, and he didn't speak, just looked calmly.

Time passed slowly, and Wang Ping's head gradually lowered, as if he didn't dare to look at Wang Lin's gaze.

"The life of cultivation is not for you! Don't mention this matter again!" Although Wang Lin's voice was light, it was very firm, but in his eyes, where Wang Ping could not see, a trace of sadness flashed, and this sadness was very thick......

Wang Ping said bitterly: "Yes, father, I don't know how to cultivate. ”

Wang Lin didn't speak, turned around and walked back to the house, and the moment he stepped in, his voice came: "Ping'er, take medicine." ”

Wang Ping sank for a long time, sighed lightly, stood up, and entered the room, his back was a little declining......

The majesty of his father was not revealed, but in Wang Ping's heart, it was extremely huge, he was powerless to resist, he could only follow his father's wishes, and live this life ordinary.

"Except for cultivation, I can give you all the things in this world!" Wang Lin's voice came slowly when Wang Ping was lying on the bed after drinking the medicine.

Wang Ping closed his eyes and did not say anything.

In the dark, Wang Lin sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the darkness in front of him in a daze, and the sadness in his eyes flashed again.

The passage of time is often like the moonlight in the dark, you can't see when it will come, and now, the moonlight has fallen on the earth in the blink of an eye, and three years have passed since Sun Tai's death.

This year, Wang Ping was nineteen years old. He has completely turned into a handsome young man, although there is still some immaturity on his face, but if you don't look carefully, it is difficult to see.

His appearance is becoming more and more similar to Liu Mei.

In contrast, Wang Lin is even older, nineteen years of time, on his face, left deep traces, in the nineteenth year of Wang Lin came to this Luoyue Village, he put away the things at home, took Wang Ping, and left.

On the occasion of parting, the childhood friends who grew up with Wang Shou in the village came to send them one after another, most of them were some girls, and they looked at Wang Ping's gaze, full of resentment.

This is especially true of the second girl of the Zhou family.

It's just that Wang Ping turned a blind eye to all this, his appearance inherited his mother Liu Mei, but his personality was inherited from Wang Lin, and he looked down on women.

In the past nineteen years, Luoyue Village has been born, old, sick and dead, while one generation is getting old, the new generation is gradually growing up, and when Wang Lin came here, those neighbors, out of ten, went to three or four......

The big man of the Zhou family, although his body is still tough, but obviously not younger, he is standing next to Wang Lin at the moment, and said with emotion: "Brother Wang, it's been nearly 20 years, it's really fast, I still remember the scene when you came here with Ping'er, but now, you are leaving." ”

Wang Lin smiled slightly, and said gently: "Brother Zhou, over the years, I have caused you trouble, but when the child grows up, I want to take him out for a walk and see the world." ”

The big man of the Zhou family sighed with emotion, his eyes fell on Wang Ping, who was surrounded by the girls in the village in the distance, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that my family's second girl does not have that blessing." ”

Wang Lin shook his head and said with a smile: "It should be my kid, who is not blessed." ”

Not far away, Wang Ping's expression was as usual, and he said softly: "You take care ......" After speaking, he turned around and walked towards Wang Lin.

It's just that at this time, one of the girls ran up a few steps, blushed, and said loudly: "Wang Ping, you ...... Will you come back later?"

Wang Ping paused) did not look back) and said softly: "It shouldn't be ......"

The girl's eyes were red, leaving two lines of tears, as if she heard the sound of her own heartbreak.

"I hate you!" the girl cried, turned and ran away.

Wang Ping frowned, came to his father's side, and did not speak. The big man of the Zhou family sighed, dragged his fist at Wang Lin, and said: "Brother Wang, take care!" Wang Lin had a good impression of this bold man, and said with a smile: "Take care!" After speaking, he turned around and walked into the distance, Wang Ping followed, after taking a few steps, hesitated, looked back at the girl who was crying and kept going away, sighed, and gradually followed Wang Lin away.

"Dad, why are these girls so troublesome, especially that Zhou Ruotong......" Catching up with his father's footsteps, Wang Ping frowned.

Wang Lin laughed, glanced back at Wang Ping, inherited the appearance of Liu Mei, Wang Ping was handsome, and there was a sense of strangeness.

"You don't like the daughter of the Zhou family?" said Wang Lin with a smile.

"No, it's just...... When she cried just now, I felt a little reluctant. Wang Ping sighed.

I don't know if Wang Ping goes to participate in the first round of Do Not Disturb, how many lights will be extinguished in the first round, and after watching the short film, I know that although Wang Ping is a single family, but his father is a great immortal, I don't know, how many more lights to extinguish......