Renegade Immortal

Li Muwan's voice contained tenderness, as tender as the depth of the sea. When it reached Wang Lin's ears, Wang Lin's heart felt quiet and gentle. His old face seemed to have become younger at this moment. He looked at Li Muwan and forgot about the passage of time.

Li Muwan's words and Wang Lin's life in the dream were unforgettable, and he could not forget them. Or maybe they overlapped with the life in the dream. The valley where he and she had lived for many years appeared in front of him.

The valley opened and fell, and day by day, the two of them were left behind, their eternal figures, and the sound of the piano filling the air, making people intoxicated and unwilling to wake up.

Wang Lin didn’t want to wake up.

In that valley, he watched Li Muwan's beautiful face turned to withered bones. The cruel scenes seemed to tear his heart apart, making him feel sad in the pain.

He remembered that he held Li Muwan's body and shouted his strongest scream toward the sky.

"Even if God lets you die, I will take you back!"

That voice echoed in Wang Lin's mind all the time. It came from a dream and merged with all Wang Lin's strength.

"In this dream, let me accompany you until the end of the world..." Li Muwan hugged Wang Lin tightly, as if she was afraid that Wang Lin would leave. With tears in her eyes, she murmured softly, saying it again and again, together... …

She couldn't tell how many times she said it.

Wang Lin raised his withered hands and gently stroked Li Muwan's black hair. He looked soft and nodded.

This woman, until after her death, her shadow became deeper and deeper in Wang Lin's thousand years of loneliness and memories, until she became everything to Wang Lin.

No matter Liu Mei, Li Qianmei, or any other beauties that Wang Lin met later, they could not replace her shadow and finally enter Wang Lin's heart.

Wang Lin himself knew that "his heart had already died in that year, that month, that day, the moment he held Li Muwan and screamed to the sky in grief."

The colorful sky is missing one color. I will spend my whole life looking for her...

"Are you willing to cut it off...can you cut it off..." Wang Lin raised his head and looked at the sky, looking at the end of the sky where there seemed to be a white bird whirling, and asked himself softly.

On the 31st year after leaving the Kingdom of Zhao, Wang Lin and Po Li Muwan were sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, thousands of miles below the surrounding mountains, with countless monks sitting cross-legged.

Wang Lin hugged Li Muwan, smiling, and went to experience the world with her.

Gradually, Wang Lin spoke less and less, from once a year to once every few years.

"Dependent origination is empty" This is cause and effect. If you understand, you can become enlightened..." In the winter of the 32nd year when he left Zhao State, in the snow falling all over the sky, Wang Lin stood up from the bluestone. His body was very weak. "He could feel "My life has reached its final moment." With only the last stretch left, he would die even if he didn't want to.

This dream was very real, very real. In this dream, he was a mortal.

Death is an end, the end of a dream, but it is also the beginning of everything.

Li Muwan is still very young." She gently supported Wang Lin and stood with him on the bluestone, never leaving.

Liu Mei was in the distance. She looked at Wang Lin and Li Muwan silently. The confusion in her eyes had become deeper and deeper over the years, until finally, it became an unspeakable poison, causing her to lower her head.

"Do you still remember where home is?" Wang Lin's voice became more and more vicissitudes of life, and he spoke softly.

Li Muwan nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Take me there..." Wang Lin stroked Li Muwan's beautiful hair, his old face showing two thousand years of longing.

Li Muwan bit her lower lip, supported Wang Lin, jumped up, led him through the void, and left far away under the eyes of countless monks from thousands of miles around.

Until it disappeared into the horizon and disappeared from everyone's eyes, as if it had never appeared or arrived.

The wind blew past Wang Lin, picking up his gray hair and fluttering behind his head. The pale silk fell on Li Muwan's face as it danced, entangled with her blue silk, and the black and white silk. Intertwined, it seems they never want to be separated.

Li Muwan's eyes were gentle, and she looked at Wang Lin from time to time as she walked forward, with warmth and attachment on her face.

Wang Lin watched the ground beneath his feet flashing by one by one in the roar of the wind. He looked at the volcanoes everywhere, the plains everywhere, the jungles everywhere, and even the capital cities in the world, which were almost turned into black spots. of mortals.

I don't know how much time passed, until the color of the earth under my feet gradually turned emerald green, and an endless stretch of mountains gradually appeared. In the mountains, there was a hidden valley.

That valley was his second home besides Zhao in his dream.

It was his and hers well, home.

Changhong fell to the ground, and countless grass and trees below began to move in unison. The leaves swayed with a rustling sound, and soon calmed down. When Li Muwan appeared, supporting Wang Lin, she had already reached the valley.

The valley is empty, with weeds everywhere. There are not many wild grasses in the grass, emitting bursts of fragrance.

"We're home..." Wang Lin looked dazed, looking at everything in the valley. There seemed to be a sense of longing and sadness coming from his soul, making him look at it. While he was filled with sadness, his eyes fell on Li Muwan's. On the body.

Li Muwan also looked around, and after a long time, a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Wang Lin, let's not think about whether this is a dream. We are here to live, okay*..."

"good*……"

Time passed slowly like this, and all the weeds in the valley disappeared. A simple wooden house appeared in the valley. Day after day, the beautiful music of the piano reverberated in the sky of the valley.

Amidst the music of the piano, Wang Lin sat aside, holding a cane in his hand. He looked older, with brown spots dotted on his skin among the wrinkles on his face.

Those are old people's spots. Each spot is like the annual rings of a tree, carrying the imprint of time.

He was still wearing the same white clothes, with a smile, listening to Li Muwan's piano music, and looking at the woman who was also sitting there in front of him, playing the piano with both hands.

This woman's face is no longer as young as when she came here, but like him, she has become an old woman.

This was caused by Li Muwan's magic power. She didn't want Wang Lin to look at his young self as he grew older. Instead, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, just like mortals, counting each other's mistakes.

How could Wang Lin not know her thoughts? He didn't stop her, but looked at his wife tenderly.

his wife.

There is a kind of love that doesn't care about each other's age, nor about each other's appearance, but only cares about the soul movement of one glance.

There is a kind of love that doesn't care about the passage of time or the barrier between yin and yang. What it cares about is just the thought of that dream.

There is a kind of feeling, just like this, in the music of the piano, under the sunset, two old people in the valley look at each other silently, the old man's smile is the old woman's smile.

He looked at her while she played the piano, as if in this world, they had nothing but each other, no matter how the sky collapsed, no matter how the sun and the moon changed, no matter how the weather changed, everything was between these two old people. Everything is insignificant in front of your lover.

One year, one year.

The white bird never appeared again, as if it had left in a dream.

Under each other's gaze and in the sound of the piano, Wang Lin and Li Muwan experienced the resurgence of all things in spring, the flying catkins in the summer and the scorching sun, and the rustling leaves in autumn, carrying their shadows away.

We also went to see the rain and snow together, and went through winters that were not cold one after another.

This year is the thirty-fifth year since Wang Lin left Zhao State.

This year, Wang Lin felt the call of death. He understood that maybe one day, as long as he closed his eyes, he would never be able to open them, and he would walk out of this dream world. This day is getting closer and closer.

In the autumn of this year, pieces of withered yellow leaves were flying in the sky. Those leaves blew into the valley and rolled slowly on the ground. One of them was blocked by Wang Lin's body.

Wang Lin leaned down and took the leaf with great difficulty in his hands covered with age spots.

"Luoye returns to Christianity... Wan'er, I'm leaving... Send me on my last journey, accompany me to the Kingdom of Zhao, and take Dafu with me to Su City. Go there to complete my dream life, and spend the last time with me. own date.

He didn't come that year, but he will definitely come this time. "

Li Muwan's hair was white, and with that reluctance and attachment, she supported Wang Lin and walked out of their home. In the sky and earth, it turned into a rainbow in the distance, toward the other end of the sea, the continent where Zhao State existed, went.

This is a dream, but it is not a dream. It is caused by Wang Lin’s magical power through Tao Fruit. The decades in the dream are the same as the time outside the dream.

Outside the dream is the Cultivation Alliance, the four star regions, and the final battle between the inside and the outside!

In the past few decades, the war between the inner world and the outer world has reached a fierce level. The army from the outer world spread out the death of Feng Zun, and devoted all its efforts to launch a crazy invasion into the inner world.

The ancient power barrier borrowed by Qingshuang collapsed more than thirty years ago. As countless monks from outside the world rushed in, both sides suffered heavy casualties in the battles. Blood filled the starry sky, and the bloody atmosphere It is even more unimaginable that the four major star regions in the world have become a world like hell.

In this increasingly cruel life and death, many great powers in the world have given up on Yunhai and Zhaohe, and all their strength has been concentrated in the two domains of Luotian and Kunxu, making the final struggle.

In those times of despair, rumors about the death of Fengzun have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even though Qingshui turned into Wang Linpo Town, in a battle more than ten years ago, Qingshui was injured by Xu Shen Tianzun and almost died.

As a result, the news of Feng Zun's death could no longer be stopped, causing a heavy blow to the minds of the monks in the world that could not be healed.

A month ago, Kunxu Star Territory also faced a difficult choice, whether to give up going to Luo Tian and defend it, or to fight to the death with the enemies outside the world in Fengzun's hometown, outside the Suzaku Star!