Renegade Immortal

"You dare!" The words are not big, but they are earth-shattering!

The expression of the young man holding the flying sword changed drastically when Wang Lin roared. He was just a monk in the early stages of foundation building. At this moment, when he looked at him, Wang Mo's figure was extremely tall. That roar made him even more confused. The color of heaven and earth changes.

That mighty aura turned into pressure invisibly, making the young man's face turn pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The light of his sword dimmed instantly, as if he didn't dare to move forward. There was a bang, and his hands were shaking. The flying sword landed on the ground and his body hurriedly retreated backwards.

"Impossible, impossible!! You are just a mortal, you are just an ant, you cannot make me afraid!!" The young man seemed to be going crazy, trembling with the roar of his mind, and his voice was distorted as he retreated, which made the literati kneeling below , all of them couldn’t believe it.

Throughout the ages, there has never been such a scene. A mortal dared to yell at the immortal cultivator. The words "You dare," were like thunder, roaring in everyone's ears forever.

At the same time as the young man retreated, another young man in the restaurant stepped out. His cultivation level far exceeded that of the other man. He was already a monk in the middle stage of foundation building.

As he stepped forward, he pushed his fellow disciple behind him and looked up at Wang Lin and Dafu, the only two people standing among the countless people kneeling in worship!

At this glance, he vaguely saw an aura that made him tremble in the sky above Wang Lin. This aura was so strong that after just one look, his mind was racing, and countless thoughts were in his heart. It emerged, seeming to break through his mind, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Wang will realize tomorrow. It doesn't matter if you, the immortal cultivators, are treated as ants! Not to mention you two, it doesn't matter if it's all the immortals on Suzaku Star!" Fluttering, swinging his sleeves, and taking a sip of wine.

"Under the shock." The young man's scalp was numb. This kind of thing exceeded his imagination. He had a very strong feeling that although the other party was fragile, the awe-inspiring righteousness and fearless aura in him were enough. Comparable to all magical powers, it could invisibly hurt the two of them, and it made his heart tremble with a sense of horror and awe.

"How could this happen? He is just a mortal, just a mortal!! He can actually have such an aura in him. This person... this person... cannot be offended!!!"

He didn't dare to leave just like that." Instead, he looked extremely respectful in mid-air, bowing to Wang Lin with fists in his hands as if he were worshiping an elder.

"I hope the scholar will not mind if I am offended, and leave here, never setting foot in Su City." After saying this, the young man supported his fellow disciple and turned into a rainbow and hurried away.

There was silence all around for a moment.

Wang Lin stood there and took a sip of wine. At this moment, the wind blew and his clothes fluttered. The white clothes danced elegantly in the eyes of everyone.

"Why not?" Wang Lin put down the wine bottle from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes fell on the crowd. Su Yi, who had asked the question before, was now lying there with a pale face and a trembling body.

Su Yi lowered his head, his body trembling constantly. After a long time, he struggled to get up and bowed to Wang Lin.

"Su Yi, pay homage to me, the Great Confucian of the State of Zhao.,,

"We are waiting to pay homage to the Great Confucian of the State of Zhao." All the scholars clasped their fists at this moment, their trembling eyes showing indescribable reverence. Today's scene will never be forgotten by them in their lifetime.

Even the many old men on the carriages outside bowed their heads and were convinced!

They had never imagined in their lives that mortals could be astonished by immortals, but now, seeing it with their own eyes, an indescribable complexity and pride poured into their hearts.

"If your thoughts are infinite, if you understand the principles of heaven and earth, then looking at immortals is like looking at ants." This sentence spread throughout the Zhao Kingdom after today.

"I'm tired." Wang Lin took the wine bottle and finally glanced at the restaurant outside the house. He was stunned there, his whole body was wet with sweat. In Wang Lin's eyes, he didn't dare to look at Wang Lin. The middle-aged man lowered his head, stood up and bowed to Wang Lin, then turned around and walked down the steps, entering the inner palace with Dafu.

Countless scholars in the courtyard "worshiped for a long time in succession before leaving one by one". After the entire street outside, people with various purposes left one after another, Su City gradually became quiet.

No one dared to raise any doubts, and the previous storm completely dissipated in a very short period of time.

Because of this incident, Wang Lin's reputation rose in the State of Zhao, completely replacing his master Su Dao and becoming the new great Confucian of the State of Zhao, and an unprecedented great Confucian!

Time passed, and Wang Lin's words of ten years were still there, but no one was qualified to ask. Even if they came, they would be like students, respectful and listen to the teachings.

Spring passed and autumn came, and eight years passed in the blink of an eye.

In eight years, Wang Lin slowly became a man of fifty from the middle age of forty, and his hair also turned pale.

In the past eight years, Wang Lin spent almost a few days every month, taking his old man Dafu, sitting on a painting boat and floating in the river, drinking osmanthus wine, and he was always waiting for the person who seemed not to follow the agreement. The one who comes. Heart distillation

Even not just these eight years, Wang Lin was also like this in the previous twenty years.

A total of twenty-eight years, twenty-eight years of spring and autumn. But in the end, the painting crossed one stone bridge after another, but still didn't find that person.

"Master, what are you waiting for..." On the side of the canvas, Dafu's body is still very strong, but his stingy problem has become more and more severe. He often looks at his right wrist in a daze, always in a daze. When I was quiet, I wanted to recall, but in the end, I still couldn’t remember anything.

"I'm waiting for myself...waiting for a date with myself." Wang Lin looked a little older and his voice was hoarse. He looked at the sky and spoke slowly.

There was always a white bird flying in the sky. It had accompanied Wang Lin for twenty-eight years without any change.

After watching, Wang Lin felt a little tired. He leaned against the bow of the boat and fell asleep for a while. The sound of the piano echoed in his ears. The sound of the piano seemed to be integrated with his dream. In that dream, it was also accompanied by the sound of the piano.

Dafu sighed and looked at his right wrist, stunned.

The midday sun was very soft and warm when it fell on the body, allowing Wang Lin to sleep well. However, this season, when the catkins were flying, a few clumps of catkins moved with the wind and fell on Wang Lin's face. The soft strokes made Wang Lin open his eyes.

The painting imitation is still being drawn.

Looking at the catkins fluttering around him, Wang Lin suddenly smiled.

"Dafu, do you still remember when we first came to Sioux City more than 20 years ago? At that time, there were so many catkins on this painting." ,,

While he was smiling, suddenly there was a painting boat coming from a distance. The moment it passed by, two soft and melodious voices came from inside the painting.

"Senior sister, these catkins are very annoying." It feels very uncomfortable when they fall on me. "

"If you don't think about them, you won't feel that they exist. Junior sister, your heart is not at peace.,,

"Listening to this voice," Wang Lin was stunned. He felt vaguely familiar, as if he had heard this voice before. He stood up and looked up, only to see the figures of two women on the boat.

The two women were very young and beautiful. They stood there among the endless catkins, like fairies. Their clothes were blowing in the wind, making them look even more beautiful.

"It's...them...," Wang Lin stared blankly at the painted boat going away, as if the awning boat on the rainy night more than 20 years ago appeared in front of his eyes.

As he watched, Wang Lin showed a soft smile on his face. He would never forget that he was under the shade of the tree in the rain, looking at the dark clouds in Moshan, looking at the majesty of the heaven and earth that he had never seen before, and reciting poems there. , he still remembered that happy and contented look.

The woman named Xu Fei still seemed to be hearing the scolding she had done back then.

On that rainy night in the awning boat, my own blushing and heartbeat, as well as the beauty of the two women, are all in my memory and have not faded. There was also that thick coat that Wang Lin had put in the same bamboo raft and kept it, never taking it out.

Wang Lin sighed softly, and touched his white hair. He didn't say hello, but just sat there, drinking.

In his life, he has never met a woman who makes his heart beat. The only thing that accompanies him is wine, Dafu, and the white bird whirling in the sky.

He has no wife, and his life seems to have passed in silence for twenty-eight years in loneliness.

If the only woman he had ever had a crush on was the one he met for the first time, the woman named Zhou Rui, the woman who gave him the clothes.

Leaning against the bow of the boat, drinking wine and looking at his reflection in the water under the boat, Wang Lin saw an old face with much whiter hair.

The painted boat where the two women were on gradually intersected with Wang Lin's boat until they were completely separated from each other, as if the trajectory of life continued to leave in different directions after a certain touch.

"Hey, senior sister, look at that old man, he seemed to be looking at us just now." Xu Fei looked at Wang Lin's back that was gradually going away.

The painting was floating and passed under a stone bridge.

Zhou Rui turned her head and scanned her eyes, but in her direction. As they separated, her eyes were covered by the stone bridge. She didn't see it, and she wouldn't use her spiritual consciousness just because others looked at her. After scanning it, he stopped looking carefully and turned his head.

Until they become further and further away from each other.

Wang Lin sat on the boat and spoke quietly to Dafu in a calm voice.

"Dafu, let's leave Sioux City. We have been waiting here for twenty-eight years. No more, let's go home..."

"Home? Where is home?," Dafu was stunned.

"At the foot of Hengyue Mountain..., the boat docked. Wang Lin and Dafu got off the boat. He looked back at the river, glanced at Su City, where he had lived for twenty-eight years, and said softly.

When I arrived, in the season when the catkins were flying, I had a few bottles of wine, a carriage, and two masters and servants.

When I left, it was still the same.