The sky was blue, like a piece of silk spread out. There were a few white clouds decorating the sky, making it look even brighter.
At the foot of the Qilian Peak, there was a small meandering river that extended for several miles before merging into the big river. In the middle of this small river, there was a mountain village. The mountains here were green and the water was clear, it was like a garden.
"Back then, the water in this river was very sweet. Sometimes, there would be clouds above Mount Qilian. If someone could take a breath of the fog, it was said that it could strengthen their body and prevent them from getting sick for ten years." A young man's voice came from the mountain village.
The young man was about 14 or 15 years old. He had a strong face and a strong brain. At this moment, he was talking to seven or eight children about what happened five years ago.
"Look at me. When have I ever gotten sick? It was because my dad took me to take a breath of the fog. That feeling was so good." The young man was very proud of himself. He gestured with his hands and spoke in a very lively manner.
The seven or eight children beside him all opened their eyes wide with excitement. They were obviously attracted by the young man's story and wanted to take a breath of the fog as well.
"Wang Ping, you are the one who should have inhaled the mist the most. It's a shame that after God got angry five years ago, the mist disappeared. Otherwise, I could have asked your dad to take you there. I promise you won't get sick for ten years." The young man's gaze fell on a boy among the children.
The boy was about five or six years old. His face was pale and his body was weak. He was much shorter than the other children. He was very handsome. If it wasn't for his sickly appearance, he would look like a cute porcelain doll. He was wearing a small robe made of linen cloth. At this moment, his eyes were filled with excitement. He said, "Brother Zhou, I'll tell my dad when I get back and ask him to take me there."
The young man laughed and said, "Uncle Wang's carpentry skills are not bad, but the fog on Mount Qilian is gone. How can I take you there? If you ask me, why don't you guys learn from me? We'll practice sword techniques every day to strengthen our bodies. When we grow up, we'll walk the world with swords!"
The young man's lofty aspirations made the surrounding children even more excited.
Just as the youth was getting excited, smoke curled up from the chimneys of the mountain village, and cries could be heard coming from the various families.
The young man looked up and sighed, "Alright, today's Martial Arts Circle Convention will end first. We'll start again after we finish eating."
With a trace of reluctance, the children dispersed. The child called Wang Ping walked back into the village. His eyes were filled with excitement, and he would occasionally look back at Qi Lianfeng.
As he walked, a burly man came from the entrance of the village. This man was quite tall and sturdy. In his hand was a steel fork and arrows used by hunters, and on his shoulder was a deer.
When the burly man saw the child, he smiled and said, "Little boy from the Wang Family, did you go to the Martial Arts Circle Convention with that kid from my family again?"
The child nodded shyly and said, "Hello, Uncle Zhou."
The big man's smile became even wider. He rubbed the child's head and said with a smile, "You are indeed the child of a skilled family. Not only are you handsome, but you also know etiquette better than my stinky brat.
You are going home, right? Come, Uncle Zhou will go with you to find your father to discuss something. "
The child quickly nodded and led the burly man back home. Not long after, they arrived at a simple house on the north side of the village. The child quickly ran inside and shouted, "Dad, Uncle Zhou is here."
A youth walked out of the house. This person looked ordinary and did not seem to have anything special about him. He was far from the handsomeness of the child. Most of the time, when he stood next to the child, most people would think that they were not father and son.
The youth wore coarse clothes, and his hands were full of calluses. When he came out of the house, he smiled and said, "Big Brother Zhou, today's harvest was pretty good."
The child ran into the house and took out a steamed bun. He came to the youth's side and moved a small wooden stool. He sat on the side and began to eat.
The big man named Zhou placed the deer on his shoulder on the ground and laughed. "Brother Wang, we encountered this deer as soon as we came up the mountain. Our harvest was pretty good."
The youth smiled. His smile was very gentle. He rubbed the head of the child beside him and said, "With Big Brother Zhou's martial arts, it is not difficult to take a deer."
The burly man from the Zhou Clan smiled and said, "Brother Wang, my son isn't young anymore. In another two years, I'm going to marry him a wife. This house is going to be built soon, but it's lacking a set of decorations. I'll have to trouble Brother Wang for that."
Wang Lin smiled and said, "No problem, Big Brother Zhou can rest assured."
The big man smiled and said, "Alright, this deer will be the deposit." With that, he cupped his hands and turned to leave.
As soon as he left, the child on the stool immediately jumped up. He quickly walked to the side of the deer and looked around it.
"Dad, this Uncle Zhou is really amazing. Such a deer was actually hunted by him."
The youth's eyes were gentle. He smiled and said, "Don't look at it for now. Ping Er, it is time for you to take your medicine." The child sighed and looked at the youth. "Dad, the medicine is very bitter …"
The young man took out a bowl from the room. There was a white liquid inside, but there was no aura coming from it. The child took it, frowned, and drank it mouthful by mouthful. After drinking it, his little face was scrunched up. He hurriedly ran to the water jar and drank a few mouthfuls to get rid of the bitterness in his mouth.
"Dad, when can Ping Er stop drinking medicine?" The child turned around and looked at his father.
The father and son were Wang Lin and Wang Ping.
Wang Lin's eyes were gentle. He whispered, "Soon."
Late at night, the moonlight fell on the earth like a silver veil. The coolness of the moonlight spread, causing the mountain village under the Qilian mountain to be quiet.
Other than a few soft barks, there was no other sound.
Inside the room, Wang Ping had already fallen asleep. Although his little face was pale, he was sleeping very soundly. There was a smile on his face. It was obvious that he had a good dream.
Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the side. Between his eyebrows, there was a flash of lightning. He slowly raised his right hand and the lightning moved from between his eyebrows to the tip of his right hand.
Gently, Wang Lin's right hand pressed between the eyebrows of the sleeping Wang Ping. The lightning moved through Wang Ping's entire body. Black gas appeared from the child's body and condensed on the surface of his skin.
The black gas gradually became even more dense as it churned within the lightning. Finally, it charged out of Wang Lin's body. Wang Lin quickly raised his right hand and reached out. All of the black gas was caught by his right hand and condensed into a ball of black fog.
His right hand formed a fist and the fog ball was crushed.
The sleeping Wang Ping's face was slightly rosy.
Looking at the child, Wang Lin sighed. He got up and covered the child with the blanket that was kicked away. Then, he walked out of the room.
In the courtyard, the moonlight fell on Wang Lin's body, making his figure look a bit lonely.
Wang Lin softly muttered, "Five years …"
Five years ago, Wang Lin returned to planet Ran Yun and came to live in the Fallen Moon Village. The reason he chose this place was because it was very similar to his hometown.
Wang Ping was the resentful soul. After taking the pill left by Liu Mei and being nurtured by Wang Lin's lightning spell, the resentment in his body had dissipated a lot. He was now like a normal child.
However, if he didn't take the medicine and nurtured the resentment every day, he would still be the same as before. This required a process to completely remove it.
Wang Ping's memory had been erased by Wang Lin and he had been given a new life.
In this peaceful village, Wang Lin's heart also calmed down. He was far away from killing and disputes. There was only a calm life.
This kind of life was very stable for Wang Lin.
He was like his father in the past, using carpentry to survive. It was like his father's wish. If he didn't pass the imperial exams, he would become a carpenter and continue living his father's life.
There were all kinds of carpentry tools in the courtyard. This was a reflection of his five years of living here.
Every time he saw Wang Ping go out to play with the children, Wang Lin would think of himself. When he was the same age, he would never come back until it was time to eat.
Under the moonlight, footsteps could be heard from outside the courtyard. A staggering figure slowly approached.
"Child, are you asleep?"
An aged voice could be heard. Following that, a slightly hunchbacked figure entered the courtyard.
Wang Lin nodded slightly but didn't say anything.
The old figure entered the courtyard and the moonlight fell on his body. This person was Sun Tai.
Sun Tai looked even older. His face was full of wrinkles.
Three years after Wang Lin settled here, Sun Tai came. He was like a lonely old man who didn't want to leave on his own before his death.
Sun Tai looked at the house under the moonlight. His eyes were filled with kindness. He didn't know why, but he was extremely fond of this child named Wang Ping.
"How long do you plan to accompany this child?" Sun Tai withdrew his gaze and asked slowly. The deathly aura on his body had become even stronger.
Wang Lin was silent. After a long time, he looked at the bright moon in the sky and softly said, "Reincarnation …"
"Reincarnation …" Sun Tai sighed and said, "You don't plan on letting him cultivate?
With your cultivation, you can make the path of cultivation much easier for this child. He might even have an advantage over the eldest sons of some cultivation families. "
"I won't let him cultivate, not in this lifetime!" Wang Lin's eyes were filled with sadness as he softly said.
"This child's talent is very good …" Sun Tai said after a moment of silence.
"I won't let him cultivate!" Wang Lin's gaze fell on Sun Tai as he calmly said, "Never!"
Cultivation, cultivation, cultivation. What was left in the end? Wang Lin asked himself if his life was happy or lonely. He wouldn't let his child experience this path.
He understood the cruelty of the cultivation world too well. It was filled with killing and danger.
"Ping 'er has experienced many things that shouldn't have happened. I named him Wang Ping because I hope that he will live a peaceful life like a mortal. He will marry a wife and have children. He will live his life in peace … From now on, don't mention the matter of cultivation again!" Wang Lin's voice was filled with determination. It couldn't be changed, and it wouldn't be changed!