Nothing in this world could escape the cycle of life and death. Sun Tai looked at the father and son before him and revealed a smile. At this moment, his expression was serene as he slowly burned the last of his lifespan.
After hearing Wang Lin's promise, Sun Tai took a profound look at Wang Lin. He engraved this person who had a grudge with him in his heart once more. He felt like he was in a trance as if he had returned to hundreds of years ago in the Rain Celestial Realm … Scenes flashed before his eyes until they stopped on the calm but slightly old face.
"It turns out that life and death are so short …" Sun Tai smiled and closed his eyes.
The aura of death on his body reached its peak in an instant, but it dissipated in the next moment.
"Grandpa Sun …" Wang Ping's eyes were filled with tears. He looked at Sun Tai's serene face and began to cry.
Wang Lin let out a sigh and rubbed Wang Ping's head. There was a hint of calmness in his eyes. Seeing through life and death, seeing through the cycle of reincarnation was like smoke. Although one could see it, it wouldn't stay in their hearts.
Sun Tai's grave was in the back mountain of the Fallen Moon Village. All the people who died in the village were buried here.
The gravestone was carved by Wang Ping. The words "Sun Tai's Grave" were written by his adopted grandson, Wang Ping.
When Wang Ping was 12 years old, Sun Tai accepted him as his adopted grandson. Wang Lin didn't stop him. Sun Tai was older than him and was old enough to be Wang Ping's grandfather.
As for him and Sun Tai, they were of the same generation. Just as Wang Ping felt, Sun Tai respected Wang Lin from the bottom of his heart.
There was no body in Sun Tai's grave. His body had turned into ashes and was in Wang Lin's bag of holding. This was his promise to Sun Tai.
The 16-year-old Wang Ping was extraordinarily handsome. Compared to Wang Lin, he looked even older.
The passage of time had changed Wang Lin's appearance, but it also made the Zhang family's wife lose interest in being a matchmaker. As Wang Ping grew up, she placed her interest on this child.
However, this Wang Ping was quite like his father. Although he was handsome, he was extremely calm in his actions. Usually, he did not speak much, but a wise and farsighted look flashed across his eyes.
A year after Sun Tai left, Wang Lin sat in the main courtyard of the Wang Clan, carving a piece of wood. Wang Ping sat off to the side, looking calmly at his father. Wrinkles could be seen on his father's face, and he looked even more ancient than before.
"When you carve, you have to use your heart to carve. Every stroke is engraved in your memory. Only then can you be called a master craftsman!" Wang Lin said calmly without raising his head.
Wang Ping nodded. He also picked up a piece of wood and started carving carefully.
Under the setting sun, the shadows of the father and son were elongated. Their movements were similar, and even their expressions were extremely similar. As the sun set, their figures gradually faded, but that trace of charm was eternal … "Have you thought it through?"
The sun finally set, and darkness enveloped the land. Wang Lin lit a lamp in the courtyard and put up a lampshade. Then, he said calmly.
On the side, Wang Ping put down the half-finished statue in his hand and fell silent.
Wang Lin didn't rush him. He sat off to the side and picked up Wang Ping's statue. He looked at it carefully. The statue was a bit crude, but it had carved out some of the charm.
The wooden statue was of Sun Tai. His face was proud, and his eyes were looking up at the sky. There were hand seals on his hands, and a strange aura was gathering around his body. There were clouds under his feet, and he looked very lifelike.
Wang Ping lowered his head and softly said, "Dad, why didn't you let me learn the celestial spells that Grandpa Sun left behind …"
Wang Lin let out a sigh. In the end, Sun Tai still didn't listen to him. Instead, he used the excuse of taking Wang Ping as his adopted grandson to secretly teach him cultivation.
None of this could be hidden from Wang Lin's divine ability. If Sun Tai hadn't used his life force to teach Wang Ping cultivation, he wouldn't have died four years earlier.
As a father, Wang Lin wasn't an arbitrary person. He looked at Wang Ping. This child had inherited Wang Ping's mother's beauty and had learned his own calmness during these 16 years.
His eyes shone with wisdom, and Wang Lin felt like he was looking at another version of himself.
Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and softly said, "Because the life of a Cultivator is not suitable for you."
A smile appeared on Wang Ping's face. He looked at his father and said, "Dad, I haven't practiced the cultivation incantations that Grandpa Sun taught me. I've never practiced them."
Wang Lin nodded. He naturally knew all of this. Although Sun Tai had taught him the cultivation method, Wang Ping still hadn't cultivated it.
Wang Ping lowered his head and asked, "Dad, you … you're also an immortal, right?"
An ancient look appeared in Wang Lin's eyes as he slowly said, "I can't be considered an immortal. I'm just a cultivator."
Wang Ping was silent for a moment and then said, "Dad, you want me to live an ordinary life, and not follow in your footsteps and become a cultivator, right?"
The bright moon slowly rose in the sky. The moonlight fell on the ground, and it was gentle, but there was a hint of coldness in it.
A cool breeze blew by, causing the lampshade hanging on the side to sway. The candlelight inside flickered, and the moonlight covered the courtyard.
"Yes." Wang Lin put down Wang Ping's sculpture and looked at the night sky. His voice was uncertain.
"What if … Ping Er doesn't want to …?" Wang Ping raised his head and looked at his father. This was the first time in his 16 years of life that he had spoken to his father like this.
Wang Lin's gaze fell on Wang Ping. He didn't say anything, he just looked at him calmly.
Time passed slowly. Wang Ping's head slowly lowered, as if he didn't dare to meet Wang Lin's gaze.
"The life of a Cultivator is not suitable for you!
Don't bring this up again! "
Although Wang Lin's voice was calm, it was very firm. However, in his eyes, where Wang Ping couldn't see, there was a flash of sadness. This sadness was very strong …. Wang Ping said bitterly, "Yes, father, I don't know how to cultivate the Dao."
Wang Lin didn't say anything. He turned and walked back into the house. The moment he stepped in, his voice could be heard, "Ping Er, take your medicine."
Wang Ping was silent for a long time. Finally, he let out a sigh, stood up, and walked back into the room. His back looked a bit sad …. The majesty of his father was not on display, but in Wang Ping's heart, it was incomparably huge. He was powerless to resist, and could only follow his father's wishes and live an ordinary life.
After Wang Ping drank the medicine, Wang Lin's voice could be heard as Wang Ping lay down on the bed. "Other than the cultivation of the Dao, I can give you everything in the world!"
Wang Ping closed his eyes and didn't say anything.
In the darkness, Wang Lin sat alone in the courtyard and stared at the darkness before him. The sadness in his eyes flashed again.
The passage of time was often like the moonlight in the darkness. You couldn't see when it would come, and when you noticed, the moonlight would already be on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, three years had passed since Sun Tai passed away.
That year, Wang Ping was 19 years old.
He had completely turned into a handsome young man. Although there was still a bit of immaturity on his face, it was hard to see if one didn't look carefully.
His appearance was becoming more and more similar to Liu Mei's.
In comparison, Wang Lin looked even older. 19 years had left a deep mark on his face. On the 19th year since Wang Lin came to the Fallen Moon Village, he packed up his family's belongings and left with Wang Ping.
At the time of departure, Wang Ping's childhood friends all came to see him off. Most of them were girls, and their gazes toward Wang Ping were filled with hidden bitterness.
This was especially true for the second daughter of the Zhou family.
However, Wang Ping turned a blind eye to all of this. His appearance was inherited from his mother, Liu Mei, but his personality was inherited from Wang Lin. He looked down on women.
In the past 19 years, many people in the Fallen Moon Village died of illness. As one generation grew old, the new generation gradually grew up. When Wang Lin came here, out of 10 neighbors, three or four had passed away … Although the burly man from the Zhou family was still healthy, he was obviously not young. At that moment, he stood next to Wang Lin and said emotionally, "Brother Wang, 20 years have passed in the blink of an eye. How fast. I still remember when you brought Ping here, but now you are leaving."
Wang Lin smiled and said gently, "Brother Zhou, I have troubled you all these years. It's just that my child has grown up, and I want to take him out to see the world."
The burly man from the Zhou family sighed emotionally. His gaze fell on Wang Ping, who was surrounded by the girls in the distance. He smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that my Er Ya is not that lucky."
Wang Lin shook his head and said with a smile, "It should be my boy who is not that lucky."
Not far away, Wang Ping's expression was the same as usual. He said softly, "You all take care …" With that, he turned around and walked toward Wang Lin.
However, at that moment, one of the girls ran a few steps forward. With a red face, she said loudly, "Wang Ping, you … will you come back in the future?"
Wang Ping stopped in his tracks. Without turning around, he said softly, "I don't think so …"
The girl's eyes turned red and two streams of tears flowed down. It was as if she could hear her own heart breaking.
"I hate you!
Wang Ping! "The girl cried, turned around, and ran away.
Wang Ping frowned and went to his father's side. He did not say anything.
The burly man from the Zhou family let out a long sigh. He cupped his hands toward Wang Lin and said, "Brother Wang, take care!"
Wang Lin had a good impression of this forthright man. He smiled and said, "Take care!"
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the distance. Wang Ping followed, but after a few steps, he hesitated and looked back at the crying girl. He let out a sigh and followed Wang Lin into the distance.
"Dad, why are these girls so troublesome, especially that Zhou Ruotong …" Wang Ping caught up with his father and frowned.
Wang Lin laughed and looked back at Wang Ping. He had inherited Liu Mei's looks. Wang Ping's handsomeness had a kind of demonic feeling.
"You don't like the girl from the Zhou family?" Wang Lin said with a faint smile.
"I don't like her. It's just … when she was crying just now, I felt a little sad." Wang Ping sighed.
If Wang Ping participated in the "If You Are the One" competition, how many lights would be extinguished in the first round? After watching the short film and knowing that although Wang Ping came from a single family, his father was a powerful immortal, who knew how many lights would be extinguished …