Time flew by like a shuttle. Spring passed and winter came. Another five years passed.
This year, winter came especially early. Before it was winter, a heavy snowfall fell on the ground. Some of the dried leaves on the tree branches were frozen. When the wind blew, the dried leaves and snow fell to the ground.
It was like a person's lifespan. No matter how unwilling one was to leave, when the wind blew, they had no choice but to go with the wind.
In these five years, three old people died in the village and three new lives were born.
It was like the cycle of reincarnation, unknowingly began to turn.
Sun Tai became even older. His house was right next to Wang Lin's house. This house wasn't big, but it was shrouded in twilight. He was like a mortal who knew his destiny. He didn't like to stay in his room all day, so he would sit in the yard and look at the sky, using the glory in his memory to accompany himself.
Wang Ping was ten years old, but compared to other children of the same age in the village, Wang Ping looked like he was seven or eight. He was very thin, but his little face was no longer as pale as it was five years ago. Instead, there was some color in it.
Wang Ping, who was ten years old, was extremely handsome. The villagers all liked this well-behaved and beautiful child. Among his playmates, many little girls had a good impression of the boy from the carpenter's family.
The heavy snowfall in the morning made it very cold. Sun Tai sat peacefully in the yard. He wore a thick coat and looked at the sky. His eyes were filled with reminiscence.
Beside him, Wang Ping was also wearing a thick coat. He looked at the sky in a daze.
"Ping Er, why are you not with your father? Why are you here with me?"
Sun Tai's eyes were filled with kindness. He lowered his head and looked at Wang Ping. He liked this child from the bottom of his heart.
If Wang Lin had not said that he would not let this child cultivate, he really wanted to teach him everything he knew.
Wang Ping pouted and said unhappily, "I'm not going back. Auntie Zhang is here again."
Sun Tai smiled faintly and shook his head, "Child, don't worry. Your father will not agree."
"Not necessarily. Grandpa Sun, look, in these three years, auntie Zhang has come a few times. I've counted, a total of twelve times!
Twelve times. Most of the sisters and aunties in the village like my dad? "Ping Wang frowned and counted with his fingers.
Sun Tai laughed involuntarily. He looked outside the courtyard and smiled, "Don't worry about your father's matter. Look, the second daughter of the Zhou Clan seems to be looking for you."
Wang Ping was startled. He raised his head and looked out of the courtyard. On the snowy ground, he saw a little girl about seven or eight years old. Her face was red as she approached.
"Brother Wang, are you there?" A girl's crisp voice came from outside the courtyard.
Wang Ping frowned and shouted, "I'm not here, you should leave!"
With that, he walked out of the courtyard. He didn't even look at the girl who had tears in her eyes as he ran back to his house.
Sun Tai could not help but smile when he saw this. The kindness in his eyes intensified.
At this moment, Wang Lin was different from Sun Tai. He was frowning as he looked at the young married woman in front of him, who was talking nonstop, with a bitter smile on his face.
In these five years, Wang Lin had aged slightly, just like when he turned into a mortal. In order not to shock the world, his appearance was no longer young, but middle-aged.
Perhaps it was because of the vicissitudes of life in his eyes, although he was middle-aged, there was a strange aura that lingered.
"Brother Wang, look at Ping 'er, he is already ten years old. This child has a hard life without a mother by his side. Even if you don't care about yourself, you have to think about the child. The daughter of the Zhao Clan at the entrance of the village is a virgin. She is willing to follow you and even promised to treat the child like her own. What are you dissatisfied with?" The young married woman looked at Wang Lin and tried to persuade him.
The bitter smile on Wang Lin's face deepened as he said helplessly, "This matter … let's just forget about it."
"Aiya, Brother Wang, why do you have to do this? I know you are infatuated with Ping 'er's mother, so you haven't remarried, but you still have to live like this. You have been here for ten years, right? When you first came, you had a baby. At that time, I … hmm … I wasn't married yet, but look at me now, my baby is already eight years old." The young married woman did not give up and continued.
At this moment, Wang Ping fiercely pushed the door open and walked in. He glared at the young married woman and sat to the side without saying a word.
Seeing that the young married woman was about to say something, Wang Ping loudly said, "Father, I'm hungry!"
Wang Lin let out a sigh of relief and said, "Let's just forget about this matter."
The young married woman sighed and shook her head, "Forget it. If you don't want to, I can't force you. However, Brother Wang, if there is anyone you like, remember to tell me." With that, she glanced at Wang Ping and reached out her hand to rub his head.
Wang Ping lightly snorted and moved back to dodge.
The young married woman said with a smile, "This child's temper is not small. Learn from your father. Your father's temper is one of the best in our village. Otherwise, why would there be so many girls wanting to marry him?" With that, she turned around and left.
After the young married woman left, Wang Ping mumbled, "Father, you …"
Without waiting for him to finish, Wang Lin smiled and said, "Children shouldn't think too much. Your Auntie Zhang has good intentions.
Come and take your medicine. "
Wang Ping opened his eyes wide and looked at his father. He pouted and said, "But she wants to find a stepmother for Ping 'er. In the village, Er Huzi's father found a stepmother for Er Huzi. In the end, Er Huzi doesn't have enough to eat every day and is always scolded."
Wang Lin couldn't help but laugh. He rubbed Wang Ping's head and smiled, "Okay, I promise you that I won't find a stepmother for you. Now, take your medicine."
Wang Ping happily took the bowl and drank the medicine in one gulp. This time, he didn't feel bitter. Instead, he felt a little sweet. This sweetness came from his heart, from his attachment to his father.
"Father, with Ping 'er accompanying you, you won't be lonely. When Ping' er grows up, he will serve you until you are old." Wang Ping put down the bowl and looked at Wang Lin seriously.
Wang Lin smiled. He patted Wang Ping's head and walked out of the room. He picked up a broom and began clearing the snow in the yard. After he finished clearing the snow, he took out his tools and began to work as a carpenter.
Wang Ping looked at his father from the window and was silent for a moment. His memory was very good, far better than other children of his age. He clearly remembered that when he was four years old, he unintentionally asked his father where his mother was.
At that time, his father's expression was very strange. He didn't understand the meaning of that expression. But now that he was older, he understood. That expression was depression … He was a sensible child. From then on, he never asked anything about his mother.
After winter, heavy snow fell one after another. With the arrival of the cold winter, even the activities of the people in the village became less frequent.
The winter months passed, and in the blink of an eye, the spring wind blew, sweeping away the coldness of the winter.
The village's private school opened in the spring, and the children of the village learned how to read and write.
Just like that, the days passed peacefully. Just like Shimizu, there were no ripples. Amidst the calmness, there was a warmth that washed away Wang Lin's weary heart.
As Wang Ping grew up, Wang Lin no longer pursued enlightenment of the Dao of Heaven. Instead, he looked at Wang Ping with the attitude of a father.
During the ten years, other than helping Wang Ping dispel his resentment every night, he didn't use any mystiques. It was as if he had forgotten everything.
However, in the midst of his forgetfulness, an enlightenment regarding the cycle of life and death silently took shape in Wang Lin's heart. As Wang Ping grew up, it became more and more profound.
Wang Lin's understanding of the cycle of life and death was profound, but he didn't feel much about the aura of life. As the days passed, his Dao heart began to ease its weariness, and at the same time, it began to move toward perfection.
Perfecting life and death was the cycle of Karma. Wang Lin's Dao will rose to a higher level. If a powerful cultivator were to see this transition, they would be shocked. This was not a simple transformation, but rather, a transformation of the Intent.
A Domain was a unique ability that cultivators comprehended after the Celestial Realm shattered. It could even be said that the dao of a cultivator was formed by their Intent. The root of it all had a deep connection to their Intent.
Therefore, a Domain was almost fixed for every cultivator, and it was rare for one's Intent to rise to a higher level. The reason the Huan family's ancestor took a fancy to Liu Mei was because her Intent showed signs of ascending. This was why the Huan family's ancestor didn't hesitate to give up looking for the Heaven Defying Bead in the Cultivation Alliance and immediately take Liu Mei back to the Huan family. Aside from wanting to devour Liu Mei, the most important reason was that he was afraid someone like her would be taken away!
Wang Lin was currently walking on this path. However, because his Life and Death Domain didn't have enough understanding of life and death, even though his Intent showed signs of ascending to a higher level, it didn't change completely.
As a result, this transition was a very crucial point in Wang Lin's cultivation. It would even determine his future achievements.
Wang Lin didn't really understand all of this, but if he could choose, he wouldn't pay this kind of price for an opportunity that every cultivator longed for.
Spring passed and autumn came. Another six years passed. This autumn, Sun Tai's great limit seemed to have been brought forward, arriving very early.
When he laid down in his own room, only Wang Lin and his father sent him off.
The current him was like the heavy snow that came early six years ago. What was blown away were the leaves that were unwilling to fall, and what was taken away was a trace of a foreign soul.
Wang Ping was already sixteen years old. His appearance was becoming more and more similar to Liu Mei's. This kind of appearance was a peerlessly handsome boy.
However, his eyes were like Wang Lin's; they were pure and had a clear distinction between black and white. After 16 years of growth, the intelligent him understood a lot. It was obvious that this Grandpa Sun knew his father a long time ago, and he was very respectful toward his father. Although this respect was never shown in words or on the surface, Wang Ping could clearly feel it.
"Sun Tai, I'll do what I promised you back then."
Wang Lin looked even older. He calmly looked at Sun Tai on the bed and slowly said...
"I'm afraid there are some fellow cultivators who don't like this kind of quiet plot. However, in the Xianxia world, this kind of plot is unique to the Celestial Defying Bead. Slowly watch, this is a kind of life."