"Don't you dare!"
His words weren't loud, but they were earth-shattering!
The expression of the young man holding the flying sword changed greatly when he heard Wang Lin's roar. He was only an early stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, but in his eyes, Wang Lin's figure was incomparably tall. That roar caused the world to change colors.
That mighty aura turned into an invisible pressure that caused the young man's face to turn pale and he coughed out a mouthful of blood. His sword energy instantly dimmed as if he didn't dare to move forward. With a bang, the flying sword in his hand fell to the ground and he quickly retreated.
"Impossible, impossible!!
You're just a mortal, you're just an ant, you can't make me fear you!! "
The young man seemed to have gone mad and his mind trembled. As he retreated, his voice became distorted, causing the scholars kneeling below to be filled with disbelief.
Since ancient times, there had never been a scene like this. A mortal dared to berate an immortal cultivator. That "Don't you dare" was like a thunderclap that echoed in everyone's ears for eternity.
As the young man retreated, another young man stepped out from the restaurant. His cultivation level was far higher than the young man's; he was already at the mid stage of Foundation Establishment.
As he stepped forward, he pressed down on his fellow sect member and looked at Wang Lin and Big Fortune, who were still standing among the countless people kneeling!
With this gaze, he vaguely saw an aura that caused him to tremble above Wang Lin. This aura was so strong that it caused his mind to rumble. Countless chaotic thoughts appeared in his heart as if they were going to break through his mind, causing him to cough out a mouthful of blood.
"Wang is going to comprehend the earth tomorrow. So what if you immortals are ants?!
Forget the two of you, even if all the immortals in Suzaku are here, so what?! "Wang Lin raised his head and his eyes shined brightly. His long hair fluttered as he waved his sleeve and drank a mouthful of wine.
In his shock, the young man's scalp went numb. This was beyond his imagination. He had a very strong feeling that even though Wang Lin was extremely weak, the righteous aura and the fearless presence he gave off was comparable to all spells. It could hurt the two of them without them noticing, and it caused his heart to tremble. Shock and awe that made him feel as if his soul was about to leave his body appeared in his heart.
"How can this be?! He's just a mortal, just a mortal!!
He actually has this kind of aura … This person … can't be offended!!!
He didn't dare to leave, so he remained in the air with an extremely respectful expression. He clasped his hands at Wang Lin as if he was going to greet an elder.
"We offended you, but I hope Great Confucian won't mind. We hope you won't take even half a step into the city of Su." With that, the young man supported his fellow sect member and quickly left.
The surroundings instantly became silent.
Wang Lin stood there and drank a mouthful of wine. At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, causing his clothes to flutter. His white robe fluttered elegantly before everyone's eyes.
"Why can't I?!"
Wang Lin put down the wine jug from the corner of his mouth. His gaze fell on the pale-faced and trembling Su Yi.
Su Yi lowered his head and his body continued to tremble. After a long time, he struggled to get up and clasped his hands at Wang Lin.
"Su Yi greets the Great Confucian of Zhao." "We greet the Great Confucian of Zhao."
All of the scholars clasped their hands in salute. Their eyes were filled with indescribable reverence. They would never forget what had happened today for the rest of their lives.
Even the many old men on the carriages outside bowed their heads. They were convinced!
They had never imagined that a mortal could shock an Immortal, but now they had seen it with their own eyes. An indescribable sense of complex emotions and pride filled their hearts.
"If one's thoughts are boundless, if one comprehends the truth of Heaven and Earth, then one can look at Immortals as if they are ants!" This sentence spread throughout the entire country of Zhao.
"I'm tired."
Wang Lin held the wine jug and finally looked at the restaurant outside the mansion. The middle-aged man was covered in sweat and didn't dare to meet Wang Lin's gaze. Instead, he lowered his head and clasped his hands at Wang Lin. Then he walked down the stairs and entered the mansion with Big Fortune.
The countless scholars in the courtyard bowed for a long time before leaving one by one. Eventually, the streets outside were filled with people with all sorts of expressions. The city of Su gradually quieted down.
No one dared to voice any more doubts. The storm from before also completely dissipated in an extremely short period of time.
Because of this matter, Wang Lin's name spread like wildfire in the State of Zhao. He completely replaced his master Su Dao as the new grand Confucian of the State of Zhao. Furthermore, he was a grand Confucian who could shock even Immortals!
Time passed. Wang Lin's words of ten years were still there, but no one was qualified to question him. Even if they did, they were like students, respectfully listening to his teachings.
Spring passed and autumn came. In the blink of an eye, eight years had passed.
During these eight years, Wang Lin had gone from a man in his forties to a man in his fifties. Half of his hair had turned white.
During these eight years, Wang Lin would spend a few days every month with the elderly Big Fortune as they floated down the river, drinking osmanthus wine. He was always waiting, waiting for the person who didn't come as promised.
It wasn't just during these eight years. Wang Lin had done the same for the past twenty years.
A total of twenty years, twenty-eight cycles of spring and autumn.
However, in the end, even after the boat passed through many stone bridges, that person still didn't show up.
"Master, what exactly are you waiting for …" On the boat, Big Fortune's body was still very healthy, but his stinginess had gotten worse. He would often stare at his right wrist in a daze. Whenever he was quiet, he would try to remember something, but in the end, he couldn't remember anything.
"I'm waiting for myself … waiting for a date with myself." Wang Lin's face was slightly older, and his voice was hoarse as he looked at the sky.
There was always a white bird circling in the sky. It had accompanied Wang Lin for twenty-eight years, and nothing had changed about it.
As he watched, Wang Lin felt a bit tired. He leaned against the bow of the boat and fell asleep. The zither music echoed in his ears. The zither music seemed to fuse with his dreams. Even in his dreams, the zither music accompanied him.
Big Fortune sighed. He stared at his right wrist and fell into a daze.
The afternoon sun was very gentle, and it warmed Wang Lin's body, allowing him to sleep very well. However, in this season, it was time for the willow catkins to flutter in the wind. A few of them landed on Wang Lin's face and gently brushed past, causing Wang Lin to open his eyes.
The boat was still rowing.
Looking at the willow catkins fluttering in front of him, Wang Lin suddenly smiled.
"Big Fortune, do you still remember more than twenty years ago when we first came to Sucheng? At that time, there were also so many willow catkins on this boat."
As he smiled, a boat suddenly crossed paths in the distance. The moment it passed by, two gentle and pleasant voices came from inside.
"Senior Sister, these willow catkins are very annoying. It's very uncomfortable when they land on your body."
"If you don't think about them, you won't feel that they exist. Junior Sister, your heart is not calm."
Hearing this voice, Wang Lin was startled. He felt it was vaguely familiar, as if he had heard this voice before. He got up and looked up. He saw the figures of two women on the boat.
The two women were very young and very beautiful. Standing among the endless willow catkins, they were like fairies. In the wind, their clothes fluttered, making them look even more beautiful.
"It's … them …" Wang Lin stared at the boat in a daze as the scene from more than twenty years ago appeared before his eyes.
As he watched, a gentle smile appeared on Wang Lin's face. He could never forget how he stood under the shade of a tree in the rain, looking at the dark clouds on Ink Mountain, looking at the vast world he had never seen before, reciting a poem. He still remembered how happy he was.
The woman called Xue Fei's delicate rebuke from back then still rang in his ears.
On that rainy night on the dark boat, his own blushing face and heartbeat, as well as the beauty of those two women, were all in his memory and had not faded.
There was also that thick jacket. Wang Lin had placed it inside the bamboo raft from back then and had never taken it out.
Wang Lin let out a soft sigh. He touched his white hair and did not say anything. Instead, he just sat there and drank.
In his life, he had never met a woman who could move his heart. Other than wine, great fortune, and the white birds circling in the sky, he had never met a woman who could move his heart.
He had never met a woman who could move his heart. The only thing that accompanied him was wine, the great fortune, and the white birds circling in the sky.
If there was a woman who had moved his heart, it would be the woman he first met, the woman called Zhou Rui, the woman who gave him the clothes.
Leaning against the bow of the boat, he drank wine and looked at his reflection in the water. Wang Lin saw an old face with a lot more white hair.
The boat the two women were on gradually anchored to Wang Lin's boat until they completely separated. It was like the trajectory of life. After one touched the other, they continued to go in different directions.
"Eh? Senior Sister, look at that old man. He seemed to be looking at us." Xue Fei looked at Wang Lin's back on the boat that gradually disappeared.
The boat floated under a stone bridge.
Zhou Rui turned her head and swept her gaze over. However, in her direction, as the boats separated, her vision was blocked by the stone bridge, so she didn't see it. She wouldn't use her divine sense to sweep over others just because they glanced at her, so she didn't take a closer look and turned her head back.
Until they were farther and farther apart.
Wang Lin sat on the boat and calmly spoke to Big Fortune.
"Big Fortune, let's leave the city of Su. We have waited here for 28 years. We can't wait anymore. Let's go home."
"Home?
Where is home? "Big Fortune was startled.
"At the foot of the Heng Yue Mountain."
The boat docked and Wang Lin and Big Fortune got off the boat. He looked back at the river and at the city of Su where he had lived for 28 years.
When they arrived, the willow leaves fluttered in the wind. There were a few jugs of wine, a carriage, and the master and servant.
When they left, it was still the same.