Renegade Immortal

That's almost himself!

The appearance of this young man who wrote wild poems and drank freely was almost exactly the same as Wang Lin! !

The only difference is the traces of time. Although Wang Lin looks young, he is actually nearly two thousand years old. There is naturally a smell of time permeating his body.

It's just that this young man who drank alcohol is full of vitality and vitality. No matter how you look at it, he is just a mortal in his thirties!

Wang Lin froze there, watching the boat gradually approaching, watching the young man on the boat put down his wine glass, and raised his hand to wipe away the traces of wine on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, the young master's poems are really extraordinary. From a small perspective, these poems should only be found in heaven, but it is difficult to hear them in the world. Okay, wonderful!" Behind the young man was a follower who looked to be about forty years old. , with a look of admiration on his face, he shook his head and said.

"Bullshit, this is obviously a poem left by the ancients. If you say it like this, it's as if I wrote it myself." The young man showed a smile on his face, picked up a fan on the wine table in front of him, and pointed at the entourage. .

The attendant smiled and didn't mind. He raised his head and looked around, sighing: "Sir, we don't have much money. It costs a lot to rent a boat on the Suzhou River. It's been four days. , it’s better to rush to Beijing early..."

The young man shook his head, and someone beside him refilled the wine. He picked it up and took a sip. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly paused. When he raised his head, his eyes immediately fell on the river bridge in front of him.

On the bridge, Wang Lin stood there, silently focusing on the young man for a moment.

The young man trembled, his expression immediately changed, his eyes showed surprise, he gently put down his wine glass, stood up, clasped his fist towards Wang Lin on the bridge from a distance, and said loudly: "Brother, can you come over and talk to me when you have time?" Have a drink?"

The shock in Wang Lin's mind gradually subsided at this moment. With the strange light in his eyes, he took a step forward and landed lightly on the boat like a leaf blown by the wind.

The forty-year-old entourage beside the young man suddenly raised his eyes and stared straight at Wang Lin with an expression of disbelief. He was surprised not only by Wang Lin's actions, but also by Wang Lin's appearance. , almost exactly the same as his young master!

After landing on the boat, Wang Lin didn't say anything and sat down directly opposite the young man.

The young man looked at Wang Lin carefully for a few times. The more he looked, the more surprised he became. The other person's appearance was so similar to his own. He hesitated for a moment and sat down.

Instruct his entourage to prepare additional drinking utensils.

Not long after, the attendant took out a clean wine glass, placed it on the table, and filled it himself. While pouring the wine, he was still looking at Wang Lin, feeling secretly surprised.

"Brother, my appearance is quite similar to mine. I studied in various places in the lower reaches and met many people, but I have never met such a similar friend. I would like to ask my brother what his last name is. Can you tell me?" The young man's face He smiled and asked curiously.

Wang Lin didn't say anything, and there was always a look of contemplation in his eyes. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all alone.

Seeing that Wang Lin didn't reply, the young man didn't mind, so he personally picked up the wine pot and filled it up for Wang Lin again.

The sound of water rushing beside the boat came in softly. Gradually, the boat followed the river, crossed the stone bridge, and rowed slowly towards the distance. The singing and dancing on the bow were still there, but the people who were admiring it were... Always silent.

Wang Lin drank glass after glass of wine, and the thoughts and contemplation in his eyes turned into wisps of chaos, stirring his mind, making his drinking tasteless.

"What is going on... Why did such a person appear in this trial of Ren Fang Zhi Lian... Not only does this person look the same as me, but his soul is also..." Wang Lin frowned , drank another glass of wine.

The young man always smiled and said nothing, but the follower beside him curled his lips and underestimated it in his heart.

"This is Su City's old sweet-scented osmanthus wine. It's very expensive..."

Gradually, as night fell, a slightly cold wind blew across the river and swept across the boat. The singer and dancer on the bow had already retreated, leaving only Wang Lin, the young man and his three followers. people.

The moonlight slowly filled the earth and reflected in the river. As the breeze blew by, the water surface appeared sparkling, which looked very beautiful.

The follower looked impatient, and sometimes looked up at the sky. After a while, he seemed to be unable to bear it. He bent down and tugged on the young man's clothes and winked.

The young man shook his head and smiled and ignored it.

The attendant smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "Master, if you continue rowing, you will have to pay more shipping fare... and this wine is almost gone..."

"Drink from me." The thoughtful look in Wang Lin's eyes gradually dissipated. He turned his right hand and took out a wine pot. This wine pot is not dragon's blood, but it is not an ordinary wine either. For mortals, drinking it can prolong life and increase wisdom. Wide open.

Seeing that Wang Lin had somehow conjured up a wine flask, the attendant's eyes nearly bulged out again with a look of horror, but he no longer dared to urge his young master.

After pouring himself a glass, Wang Lin put the wine pot on the table, took the wine glass, took a sip, looked up at the sky, and suddenly said: "This is the Kingdom of Zhao..."

The young man was also shocked by the sight of Wang Lin taking out the wine bottle. After a long time, he took a deep breath and nodded.

"Senior is... an immortal?"

"You grew up in a mountain village. Your father, Wang Tianshui, is the eldest in the family and is a carpenter...your mother, Zhou Yingsu, is from Zhoujiazhuang. She attended private schools for several years. It was your mother who inspired you to read and write when you were young..." Wang Lin held the wine glass and whispered to himself.

These words were like thunder falling on the young man's ears, and he stayed there.

Wang Lin sighed, put down his wine glass, gave the young man a complicated look, and said softly: "Just go on with the life you have chosen..."

After saying that, Wang Lin stood up and looked at the bright moon in the sky. All the blur in front of him dissipated completely at this moment, and everything became clear.

Taking one step towards the river, he went straight to the sky, gradually going away like steps.

On the boat, the attendant shuddered and sat slumped aside, with fear in his eyes. He stared blankly at Wang Lin's leaving figure and said in a trembling voice: "You are really... really an immortal... Young Master, you are really an immortal. Ah, sir, your dream is true!!"

The young man stared at the sky blankly, and after a long breath, he lowered his head and glanced at the wine bottle on the table, with deep confusion in his eyes.

Wang Lin was in the sky, looking at the earth below. The appearance of this earth was familiar to him. It was clearly the same as the Zhao Kingdom and the Suzaku Star.

"This is a human trial. I entered with my soul. I thought that the test would be to ask the same question as the Tianyun Star, but I didn't expect that it was not the question here, but the inner demon..."

Wang Lin sighed secretly, with confusion in his eyes.

"Am I tired of practicing Taoism... Otherwise, how could I conjure up a virtual soul that has walked out of another life..." Wang Lin was silent.

"Compared with Tianyun Xing's question back then, this time I clearly know my own existence, I know that all this is illusion, I know that I entered with my soul, and I also know that the purpose of my coming here... I am going to ignite The fragrance of Renfang..." Wang Lin raised his head, with a trace of indescribable melancholy. The moment he saw everything in this world clearly, he already understood that at this first level, the fragrance of Renfang was there. , and how to light it.

If he wanted to, he could light the first incense now.

"It's just that I want to take another look before lighting the incense... them... and her..." Wang Lin's eyes showed a trace of loneliness and inextricable sadness. He knew that all of this was fake. What she transformed into her soul was illusory, but she still couldn't help but regard it as reality and wanted to take a look. She became the untouchable and rebellious person in his life... her.

"With just one look, I will light this person's incense..." Wang Lin took a step forward and disappeared without a trace.

On the Great Emperor Star, the eyes of tens of thousands of people were focused on the motionless figure on the back of the illusory giant turtle. Under the first incense, he raised his hand and placed it on it.

The light breeze blew, blowing the figure's long hair and clothes, and the pieces of clothes fluttered.

There was a hint of anxiety in Old Suzaku's eyes, and his anxiety became even stronger as he looked at the figure.

"Why is it so slow... The first incense was lit. With his cultivation level, it should have been completed long ago. I expected him to light it in two seconds at most, and the incense would come out in one breath. It has been almost an hour now, and this One hour is equivalent to half the day inside. Could it be that this child has been cultivating Taoism for thousands of years and still doesn’t want to see through it, so he returned to his hometown in spirit?"

A hidden sneer appeared at the corner of Simozi's mouth, staring at the incense shadow, and said in his heart: "This is the first incense, and he is already weak. This little bastard will definitely not be able to pass the test. Once he fails, he will be punished in front of you." In front of so many monks, the First Young Emperor has to lose his face..."

Yun Luo's beautiful brows were furrowed, and the right hand hidden in his sleeve was performing the formula faster. It seemed that the derivation had reached a critical moment.

And at this moment, the old Suzaku stared at Xiangying's eyes, and suddenly condensed. Not only him, but most of the monks here could clearly see the figure with his right hand on the first incense and his eyes closed. From the eyes of the figure in white, there were two lines of crystal tears, slowly flowing down.

"The soul returns to its homeland... If the soul is sad and returns to the body, there will be tears shed... It's like a human being..." Taoist Master Lan Meng's eyes fell on the tear stains and whispered to himself.

In the illusionary world of Renfang, Wang Lin stood at the foot of Hengyue Mountain, looking at the mountain village in front of him, turned around and left, a tear falling from his eyes.

Fire burned the country, Luohe Gate.

In the alchemy room at the back of the mountain, a young girl frowned and looked longingly at the black smoke-belching alchemy furnace in front of her and the frowning middle-aged woman beside the alchemy furnace. She whispered: "Master, Wan'er hasn't perfected it yet..."

"Okay, okay, you always look like this pitifully. You go to Yaofeng in the back and pick some Water Moon Grass for me. I'll see if I can refine this furnace of elixir again." The middle-aged woman He glared at the girl.

The girl looked cute and stuck out her little tongue, and ran out of the alchemy room with a bright smile.