The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
The autumn wind was accompanied by Wang Lin's voice. It seemed like he didn't want to leave the courtyard and continued to linger.
Suzaku's story was filled with twists and turns, and there was a hint of sorrow in it. It blended with the autumn wind and became even stronger.
It was unknown how many tears flowed down from Qing Yi's eyes as she silently listened.
Wang Ping lowered his head halfway through, so it was impossible to see his expression … "After that, he took the child and settled down on planet Ran Yun …" After Wang Lin finished his story, he picked up the wine jug and took a big gulp. He looked at the sky and didn't speak anymore.
Qing Yi stared at the father and son in front of her in a daze. There was an indescribable feeling in her heart. She subconsciously grabbed Wang Lin's hand, but she immediately felt that Wang Lin's hand was ice cold.
The courtyard was extremely quiet. After a long time, Wang Lin's hoarse voice softly said, "The story is very moving. Dad, I'm tired." Wang Lin stood up and walked to the side room in the courtyard. Qing Yi bowed to Wang Lin and followed.
In the entire courtyard, only Wang Lin was left. He silently sat there, staring into the distance.
The autumn wind was even colder at night. It blew around, causing some fallen leaves to float far away.
After an unknown amount of time, Wang Lin let out a sigh and lowered his head. He picked up the wine jug and placed it next to his mouth, but he found that the wine was gone … That night, Wang Lin didn't sleep.
He sat in his room, looking at the bright moon in the sky. His eyes were filled with pain. Qing Yi sat beside him and held his hand. She didn't say anything and just silently accompanied him.
"So … this is the answer … I've been waiting for the answer for more than 60 years …" The pain in Wang Lin's eyes became even stronger.
"So I'm a resentful soul that was refined by my mother …" Wang Lin lowered his head and revealed a bitter and melancholy expression.
The next morning, Wang Lin left. Qing Yi followed him the entire time.
From start to finish, he did not say a single word to his father. He did not even glance at him. Even when he left, it was early in the morning. He silently sat in the carriage and disappeared into the distance from Vast Water City.
He didn't notice that at the moment he left, a pair of eyes silently watched the carriage disappear into the distance. That gaze revealed the vicissitudes of life … Wang Lin walked out of the room and sat quietly in the courtyard. He looked at the white clouds in the sky and murmured, "Perhaps one day, you will understand …"
Wang Ping sat in the carriage. He didn't know where he was going, he just stared blankly ahead. He felt very tired, as if there was nothing in the world that could cause him to want to take a second look at it.
"Qingyi, I'm so tired. Let's find a peaceful mountain village and live there …" Wang Ping said softly.
Qing Yi nodded, her eyes filled with tenderness.
In an ordinary mountain village, Wang Ping and Qing Yi settled down and lived a simple life. They were not young anymore, and the years of their lives often flashed through Wang Ping's eyes.
In his life, 19 years were ordinary, eight years were mountains and rivers, 25 years were battles, and 10 years of being a supreme being in the mortal world. Although it was short, it was far more exciting than what ordinary people could experience.
However, in the end, he still returned to the beginning, back to being ordinary.
Every morning, he would wake up in the courtyard and carve with a piece of wood. Although it was ordinary, there was warmth in it. Every time this happened, Qing Yi would sit beside him and look at the carving knife in his hand as he carved … "Father once said that when you carve, you have to use your heart to carve. Only then can you carve everything in your memories into the carving knife." Wang Ping held the carving in his hand and gently blew on it, causing the wood shavings to fly up.
After placing the carving on the ground, Wang Ping's eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia and he softly said, "This is my father when he was young."
The carving was of Wang Lin. The young Wang Lin's eyes revealed a sharp gaze. He had his hands behind his back as he looked at the sky and the earth. He gave off a proud aura.
Time flashed by and another 10 years passed.
The vicissitudes of time couldn't wash away the traces of reincarnation. Life and death couldn't escape the path of the heavens.
For mortals, 10 years was long but also short. This feeling was a bit contradictory, but it was the true portrayal of every mortal's heart.
For Wang Lin, 10 years of time was short, but it also felt like a long time.
His hair was long and white, as if he hadn't combed it for a long time. His face also became older. When he closed his eyes, it was as if he had entered the reincarnation cycle.
During these 10 years, Wang Lin's understanding of the heavens became clearer and deeper. He didn't do all of this on purpose. Instead, it was an unintentional comprehension.
It was just like how most of the trees in the courtyard had died and couldn't escape the reincarnation cycle. However, not long after they died, new life appeared.
In the state of life and death, the changes of life were everywhere. However, in the past, even if Wang Lin saw it, he wouldn't feel anything. Now, even though he didn't pay attention to it, he could see life everywhere.
The flowers in the corner of the wall fell every year, but they also bloomed every year.
The clouds in the sky dissipated every day, but they also gathered together every day.
It was like in this world, there were people who died and people who lived. There seemed to be a balance.
If it was karma, it was also contained within.
Wang Lin was the only one living in the big house in the Wang Mansion. The neighbors seemed to be used to this. Usually, many children would come to the house to play. At first, they were afraid of Wang Lin, but after a long time, these children realized that this grandpa wasn't scary at all.
Gradually, the big house in the Wang Mansion became a place for children to play. Looking at these children every day, Wang Lin's heart was calm.
The children had their own happiness. He had done what he should do and said what he should say. Whether or not Wang Lin could understand in the end depended on Wang Ping himself.
Wang Lin believed that the children he raised would have a heart as broad as the sky. They would be able to overcome all the obstacles in this world!
After 10 years, Wang Ping had aged even more. He had reached the end of his life, but he had never put down the sculpture in his hands.
"Father is right. It is better to live a normal life. If I have a choice, if there is a next life, I hope that I can live a normal life with father in a small village isolated from the world …" Wang Ping said softly.
Beside him, Qing Yi quietly looked at Wang Ping and softly said, "Since you have thought it through, why don't you go see the old man?"
Wang Ping put down the sculpture of his father. This sculpture was of Wang Lin from 10 years ago. He was sitting at the table and gently saying, "Let's eat."
"Qing Yi, you don't understand …" The wisdom in Wang Ping's eyes became even stronger as he grew older.
"In my heart, other than the question about my mother, there is another question I don't dare to ask … I have a feeling that this question is the real reason father doesn't let me cultivate …" Wang Ping's eyes revealed a trace of sadness. This sadness was very similar to Wang Lin's. He had already seen some clues, but he didn't dare to seek confirmation.
"Qing Yi, I can feel that I have reached the end of my life. I'm afraid I don't have much time left. You are a cultivator and will live longer than me. After I die, send me to father's side.
"As for you, you are free. However, no matter how much time passes, don't forget that in your life, there is a reincarnation cycle that belongs to me!" Wang Ping's voice was calm, but there was a trace of determination in it.
Qing Yi's body trembled. She was about to speak, but she was interrupted by Wang Ping.
"It's been hard on you all these years. As a cultivator, you should be able to change your appearance. In order to prevent me from feeling lonely, you allowed yourself to grow old with me. I, Wang Ping, will never forget your kindness. If there is a next life, I will never forget you!"
Tears flowed down from Qing Yi's eyes. Her cultivation level had been raised by Wang Lin to the peak of the late stage of Nascent Soul. 20 years ago, she accompanied Wang Ping to comprehend the heavens and obtained a domain. Her domain was the emotion of no regrets.
"I will also accompany you in the underworld!"
Qing Yi softly said, "Cultivation is like dust in my eyes … I don't want to be an emotionless celestial, I just want to be a person with emotions …"
Wang Ping stared at Qing Yi and sighed. He softly said, "Why must you do this …"
At this moment, in the starry sky, a bolt of lightning whistled through the destroyed nebula. If one looked closely, they would discover that there was actually a huge beast within it. This beast looked like a Qilin, but it had no horns. Its entire body flickered with lightning. It was a Thunder Beast!
There was a middle-aged scholar sitting on the back of the Thunder Beast. This person's cultivation level was high, so he didn't mind the thunder roaming around his body at all.
The thunder was very fast as it flew toward the northern domain of the Luo Tian.
His target was very clear, it was planet Ran Yun in the northern domain of the Luo Tian!
70 years ago, there was a change on planet Thousand Illusion. The Huan family's second step ancestor died and a messenger of the Thunder Celestial Temple appeared. This matter spread and gradually attracted the attention of the Thunder Celestial Temple.
According to the investigation, it seemed that the person suspected to be from the Thunder Celestial Temple hadn't left planet Ran Yun, so they sent this person to investigate.
The middle-aged man's cultivation had already surpassed the first step and reached the Illusory Yin stage. He sat on the back of the Thunder Beast and entered the northern domain of the Luo Tian. He didn't stop and headed straight for planet Ran Yun.
"There is actually someone who dares to pretend to be a messenger of the Thunder Celestial Temple. This kind of thing hasn't happened in a long time!"
The middle-aged man sneered. As a messenger of the Thunder Celestial Temple, he had great power. In the entire Luo Tian, aside from a few ancient cultivation families, almost no one dared to provoke the Thunder Celestial Temple.
"Let me, Thunder Daoist, the real messenger of the Thunder Celestial Temple, have a good fight with this person. Don't think that just because you know a few thunder spells, you can pretend to be someone from the Thunder Celestial Temple. The real people of the Thunder Celestial Temple have Thunder Beasts!" Thunder Daoist placed his right hand on the Thunder Beast's head and gently patted it.
The Thunder Beast seemed to feel the pride of its master. It raised its head and roared. The sound of thunder echoed through the starry sky. They were getting closer and closer to Planet Ran Yun … Seeing everyone's blessings and gifts, as well as the large number of monthly votes, their ears had never been so happy before.
Every time he got tired of writing, he would open the website and look at the monthly votes list and laugh foolishly for a while.