Leaving

In this world, life and death cannot be escaped from the cycle of reincarnation. Sun Tai looked at the father and son before the collapse, and smiled on his face. At this moment, he looked peaceful and slowly burned his last trace of life.

Hearing Wang Lin’s promise, Sun Tai glanced at him deeply and once again remembered this person who had a grudge against him. He seemed to have a trance in front of him, as if he had returned to the world of rain hundreds of years ago...

Scenes slid past his eyes and finally frozen on the calm but slightly old face in front of him.

"It turns out that it is so short between life and death..." Sun Tai smiled and closed his eyes.

The dead aura on his body reached its peak at this moment, but at the next moment, it disappeared.

"Grandpa Sun..." Wang Ping's eyes shed tears, and he looked at Sun Tai's peaceful face and cried.

Wang Lin sighed lightly, touched Wang Ping's head, a trace of dullness flashed in his eyes, seeing through life and death, seeing through reincarnation, such a thing is like a cloud of smoke, seeing it, but it will not remain in his heart.

Sun Tai’s tomb is in the back mountain of Luoyue Village, where all those who die in the village will be buried.

The tombstone was engraved by Wang Ping, and it reads: "The Tomb of Sun Tai", and is signed by Wang Ping, Yisun.

When Wang Ping was twelve years old, Sun Tai accepted him as his grandson. Wang Lin did not stop him. Sun Tai was older than him and was enough to become Wang Ping's grandfather.

As for him and Sun Tai, they are peers. As Wang Ping felt, there was a sense of awe for Wang Lin and Sun Tai from the bottom of his heart.

There were no corpses in Sun Tai’s tomb. His corpse had become a jar of ashes and had existed in Wang Lin’s storage bag. This was his promise to Sun Tai.

The sixteen-year-old Wang Ping is handsome and older than Wang Lin.

As time goes by, while bringing Wang Lin's face, the Zhang family women in the village have lost their interest in mediation. Instead, as Wang Ping grows up, he puts this interest on this child.

However, Wang Ping is quite like a father. Although he is handsome, he acts very calmly. He doesn't speak much on weekdays, but his eyes flash with wisdom.

One year after Sun Tai left, on the same day, in the Wang family's courtyard, Wang Lin was holding a wooden block in his hand and was carefully carving it. Wang Ping sat aside, looking at his father calmly. There were wrinkles on his father's face, and the vicissitudes became stronger.

"You need to use your heart to carve your sword. Every knife is portrayed in memory. Only in this way can you be called a craftsman!" Wang Lin said calmly without looking up.

Wang Ping nodded, picked up a wooden block and carefully carved it.

In the sunset, the figures of father and son were pulled very long. Their movements were almost the same, and even their expressions were extremely similar. As the sunset fell, the figures gradually faded, but the charm was eternal...

"Have you thought about it?" The sunset finally fell, darkness covered the earth. He raised the lights in the yard and put the lampshade on it. Wang Lin said calmly.

Wang Ping, who was beside him, put down the semi-finished statue in his hand and became silent.

Wang Lin did not urge him, sat aside, picked up Wang Ping's statue, and looked carefully. The statue was a little rough, but it carved Shen Yun three points.

The wood carving is Sun Tai. He has a proud look on his face, his eyes are looking at the sky, and his hands have seals. A strange aura condenses on his body, and there are clouds under his feet, which looks quite vivid.

"Dad, why don't you let me learn the magic of the immortals left by Grandpa Sun..." Wang Ping lowered his head and said softly.

Wang Lin sighed lightly that Sun Tai still did not follow his own ideas in this matter, but secretly taught his cultivation skills by taking Wang Ping as his Yisun.

All this can't be hidden from Wang Lin's magical powers. If Sun Tai had not been able to liven up in order to teach Wang Ping's art of practicing Taoism, he would not have returned early four years in advance.

As a father, Wang Lin is not an arbitrary person. He looked at Wang Ping, the child, inherited the appearance of his mother Liu Mei, and learned his own peace with his sixteen years.

The wise light in his eyes flashed, Wang Lin seemed to see another self.

"Because the life of practicing Taoism is not suitable for you." Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and said softly.

Wang Ping showed a smile on his face, looked up at his father, and said, "Dad, I haven't practiced the Taoist rituals taught by Grandpa Sun, and I have never practiced it."

Wang Lin nodded, and he naturally knew all this. Although Sun Tai taught the method of practicing Taoism, Wang Ping did not practice until the beginning and the end.

"Dad, you... are you also an immortal?" Wang Ping lowered his head and asked.

"I can't be considered an immortal, I'm just a monk." Wang Lin said slowly with vicissitudes in his eyes.

"Dad means to let me live my life in an ordinary way, rather than follow your footsteps and become a monk, right?" Wang Ping was silent for a moment and spoke.

The bright moon in the sky gradually rose, and the moonlight fell on the earth, soft and revealed a hint of the coldness of the moon. The breeze hit, and the lampshade hanging beside it was blown to shake, causing the candlelight inside to become light and dark, mixed in the moonlight, covering the yard.

"Yes." Wang Lin put down the carving of Wang Ping in his hand and looked at the night sky, his voice floating around.

"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 sixteen years of life that he had spoken to his father like this.

Wang Lin's eyes fell on Wang Ping, and he didn't say anything, but just looked calmly.

Time passed slowly, and Wang Ping's head gradually lowered, as if he didn't dare to look at Wang Lin's gaze.

"The life of practicing Taoism is not suitable for you! Don't mention this matter again!" Although Wang Lin's voice was light, he was very firm. However, a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes in a place where Wang Ping could not see. This sorrow was very strong...

Wang Ping said bitterly: "Yes, father, I can't practice Taoism."

Wang Lin didn't say anything, turned around and walked back to the room. The moment he stepped in, his voice came: "Ping'er, take medicine."

Wang Ping was silent for a long time, sighed lightly, stood up, entered the room, his back was a little declining...

His father's majesty was not revealed, but it was extremely huge in Wang Ping's heart. He was powerless to resist and could only follow his father's wishes and live his life in an ordinary way.

"Apart from practicing Taoism, I can give you all the things in this world!" Wang Lin's voice came slowly as Wang Ping lay on the bed after taking the medicine.

Wang Ping closed his eyes and said nothing.

In the darkness, Wang Lin sat alone in the yard, staring blankly at the darkness in front of him, and the sadness in his eyes flashed again.

As time passes, it is often like the moonlight in the darkness. You can't see when it will come. When you discover it, the moonlight has already fallen on the earth.

In a blink of an eye, three years have passed since Sun Tai's death.

This year, Wang Ping was nineteen years old. He had completely become a handsome young man. Although there was still some tenderness on his face, it would be difficult to see if he didn't look carefully.

His appearance is becoming more and more similar to Liu Mei.

In contrast, Wang Lin is even older. The nineteen years left deep marks on his face.

In the 19th year when Wang Lin came to Luoyue Village, he put away his belongings and took Wang Ping.

At the time of parting, the childhood friends who grew up with Wang Ping in the village came to see him off, most of whom were girls. Their eyes were full of resentment when they looked at Wang Ping.

This is especially true for the second girl from the Zhou family.

However, Wang Ping ignored all this. His appearance inherited his mother Liu Mei, but his personality was inherited from Wang Lin. He looked very light on women.

In 19 years, Luoyue Village was born, old age, sickness and death. While one generation grew up, the new generation gradually grew up. When Wang Lin came here, the neighbors, three or four out of ten people, went...

Although the Zhou family's body is still strong, it is obviously not younger. He is standing next to Wang Lin and said with emotion: "Brothers of Wang, it's been nearly twenty years in a flash. It's so fast. I still remember the scenes when you came here with Ping'er in your arms, but now you are leaving."

Wang Lin smiled slightly and said gently: "Brother Zhou, I have caused you trouble over the years. But the child has grown up and I want to take him out for a walk and see the world."

The Zhou family man sighed with emotion, his eyes fell on Wang Ping, who was surrounded by the girls in the village in the distance, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that my Erya is not as lucky."

Wang Lin shook his head and smiled, "It should be that boy from my family, so he is not lucky."

Not far away, Wang Ping looked as usual and said softly: "Take care..." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Wang Lin.

But at this moment, one of the girls ran a few steps, blushed and shouted: "Wang Ping, will you...will you come back in the future?"

Wang Ping paused, and did not look back, and said softly: "It shouldn't be..."

The girl's eyes turned red, and she left two lines of tears, as if she could hear her heartbreaking voice.

"I hate you! Wang Ping!" The girl cried and turned around and ran away.

Wang Ping frowned and came to his father without saying anything.

The Zhou family man sighed, clasped his fists at Wang Lin, and said, "Brothers of Wang, take care of yourself!"

Wang Lin had a good impression of this generous man and smiled and said, "Take care!" After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the distance. Wang Ping followed behind. After taking a few steps, hesitated for a moment, looked back at the girl who was crying and kept moving away, sighed, and gradually followed Wang Lin away.

"Dad, why are these girls so troublesome, especially Zhou Ruotong..." Wang Ping frowned after catching up with his father.

Wang Lin laughed and looked back at Wang Ping, inheriting Liu Mei's appearance. Wang Ping's handsomeness felt a sense of weirdness.

"Do you don't like the Zhou family's daughter?" Wang Lin said with a smile.
Chapter completed!