Chapter 697 Times

In the north of Ran Yunxing, the capital of Dishan Kingdom, there is a person sitting upright in an extremely luxurious palace. He is nearly forty years old, with slightly white hair on his temples and star-like eyes under his sword eyebrows.

This man is extremely handsome, with a green robe on his body, full of luxury, and even more majestic on him.

On the table in front of him was a map, and he looked at the map in thought, and after a long time, he looked back at it.

It was late at night, and the moonlight was falling outside. The man stood up in silence, came to the hall, looked at the world covered by the moon in the distance, and sighed softly.

"I don't know if my father is also looking at this world..."

The wool cloak was covered with wool behind the man. The man raised his hand, pressed Rouyi on his shoulder, and smiled and said, "Have you not sleep yet?"

Behind the man, a woman walked out. She was beautiful and beautiful. Although she was already old, she looked like she didn't look old at all. Instead, she had a mature atmosphere.

The woman's eyes showed tenderness, she looked at the man and said softly: "Yefenghan, let's take a break soon."

The man grabbed the woman's hand, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and slowly said, "Qingyi, you said dad, what are you doing at this moment..."

Qingyi's face turned slightly red. Although she had been with the man in front of her for many years and had made her father's agreement truthfully, the two of them had a relationship with each other for many years, but at this moment, the red clouds were still rising like their little daughter.

"It's your father..." Qing Yi whispered.

The man laughed, grabbed Qingyi's hand and said with a smile: "My father is your father."

Qing Yi's heart was sweet, and he looked at the bright moon in the sky along the man's gaze, and said softly: "Dad should have a rest..."

A strange light appeared in the man's eyes, and he shook his head and said, "I can feel that my father should be looking at me..."

In Qishui City, in the courtyard of the Wang Mansion, Wang Lin retracted his gaze that fell from afar, sat under the big tree in the courtyard, accompanied by the autumn wind, listening to the sound of the leaves being blown, sometimes one or two leaves fell and floated by his eyes.

These fallen leaves will eventually return to the tree, just like wanderers who go out. If they are tired and rolled up, they will always return to their relatives.

Time seems to flow silently along the trajectory of the fallen leaves, and time has turned for another five years.

The power of the Tianxing Sect is already extremely large, covering the three empires and spreading the entire Ran Yunxing. If this continues, it would not cause any storm. However, the three-day Dishan Kingdom has made a major change and has fully suppressed the Tianxing Sect in its territory, and sent a large number of soldiers to launch an extermination.

This sudden change was like adding a cup of clear water to a oil pan, causing chaos in the entire mortal world of Ran Yunxing, causing a stir.

The Tianxing Sect's counterattack was extremely fierce. It took only half a month to obtain the military power of Dishan Kingdom without any blood. The civil and military officials of Dishan Kingdom were all over the country, but six or seven out of ten people had become a member of the Tianxing Sect.

This rebellious country, which lasted less than a month, exploded like a spring thunder, caught people off guard and shocked the soul of this Tianxing Sect.

The two empires of Daqin and Chenyun did not act rashly, but sent envoys to contact the Tianxing Sect and signed an alliance with each other, and never violated them.

The Empire Mountain Kingdom is gone, and replaced by a huge empire called Tianxing.

In the capital of the Tianxing Empire, Wang Ping wore a dragon robe and stood at the highest place, looking up at the heaven and earth below, beside him, Qing Yi silently accompanied him.

The ministers of the Tianxing Empire looked up to this new empire monarch. They always couldn't see through this person, as if everything in this world would never be valued by this person, as if even if he was standing in this position today, he just wanted to be like someone and prove something.

Wang Ping's eyes crossed the heaven and earth under his feet and looked into the distance.

The incident in Dishan Kingdom attracted the attention of monks on Ran Yunxing, and gradually showed signs of intervening.

Wang Lin's life is still as calm as water, without any turmoil, and his face is even older. This year is the fifth year of the founding of the Tianxing Empire.

Daqin and Chenyun tore up the alliance's agreement and launched an attack on Tianxing Kingdom.

Wang Lin did not pay attention to all this. He sat in the inn all day long, listening to the people around him talking about all the rumors about the Three Kingdoms, drinking wine silently, without saying a word.

The shop guy at that time borrowed some money from his relatives and bought the inn. Now he has become the shopkeeper and the new friend, and is also very familiar with Wang Lin. When he saw him coming in, he quickly brought the wine and food that he had been doing every day.

"You are old, so you should drink less of this wine." The shopkeeper was very kind-hearted and said with concern after putting down the wine and food.

Wang Lin smiled slightly and nodded, "I'll drink a pot today."

The shop clerk smiled and turned to greet other guests. When he was free, he leaned against the counter at the door, looked at Wang Lin's old face, and sighed: "This old man Wang is also a miserable person. He is so old and has no children to accompany him."

The shopkeeper behind the counter raised his hand from the abacus and shook his head, "I heard from the maid in their mansion that the old man has a son, but he left home many years ago and has not come back yet."

Wang Lin took the wine pot, took a sip, and his eyes fell outside the window. It took him one day to sit there.

At dusk, the old servants in the mansion came to the inn. In their opinion, the old man was old and it would be fine if he didn't drink. Once he had drunk, someone would need to follow him, otherwise he would fall ill if he fell down.

Walking with the rising moonlight, following the old servants in the mansion, Wang Lin returned home. The empty house was dim and there was no light.

After asking the old servant to retreat, Wang Lin sat on a chair in the yard, looked at the sky, and murmured: "Time flies so fast, Ping'er is already forty-seven years old... Perhaps, he himself has discovered some clues..."

The war between the three empires slowly unfolded, and the intervention of monks caused the war to continue to occur. However, all of this changed instantly after the monarch who was in charge of the empire's expedition on the day.

No matter how high the monks were, they retreated in front of him, and gradually, all the monks who intervened slowly withdrew from the world of mortals.

In addition to Wang Ping's reasons, it is also closely related to the orders issued by the Zhao, Ran and Sun families at the same time.

Among the army, Wang Ping sat in the top of the head in a golden tent and waved a few ministers apart. He got up and walked out of the tent, his eyes crossed the piles of soldiers not far away, and looked at the Qilian Mountains in the distance.

Wang Ping looked a little old, his temples were completely pale. After becoming the supreme among mortals, his happiness was not much, and the tedious things were pressing on him, which made him feel a little tired from his heart.

He suddenly missed everything he had experienced in his childhood in the mountain village in the nineteen years of his youth.

In silence, he looked at the Qilian Mountains, Qing Yi walked out of the tent, stood beside Wang Ping, and whispered: "You once said that there is where you were in your childhood. Do you want to go over and take a look?"

Qingyi also looked at Wang Ping softly with her face.

Wang Ping sighed lightly and said, "Go and have a look..."

A pair of soldiers followed behind him, Wang Ping and Qing Yi walked towards the direction of Qilian Mountains. Along the way, Wang Ping stared at the surroundings in a daze. Everything in front of him made him feel familiar in a strange way.

Gradually, he saw the smoke from the distance, the village of falling moon was far away.

As soon as we approached, perhaps because soldiers followed us, the village immediately barked violently. In this era of chaos, the residents of Luoyue Village were extremely alert. When they heard the barking of dogs, they immediately got up, took the farm tools and torches they usually farmed, and looked at the team of soldiers in a thick armor and the two men and women in casual clothes.

Facing the villagers' bad gaze, Wang Ping did not speak. He looked at the villagers, but in the end, he did not recognize one.

There was bitterness on his face, and the years were like songs. In a flash, so many years passed. Even the familiar people were not recognized at this moment, and the changes were too great.

What's more, in the past thirty years, countless people have entered the cycle of reincarnation and have disappeared.

"Go to the back mountain, where Grandpa Sun is buried."

Qingyi sighed inwardly and walked forward with Wang Ping. The villagers in front slowly spread out in a state of hesitation, revealing a passage.

At this moment, a soft voice with uncertainty came gently.

"Wang Ping..."

Wang Ping paused, turned around, and his eyes fell on the villagers, a middle-aged woman in her forties. The woman looked a little old, but in Wang Ping's eyes, she seemed to see the girl who said "I hate you" back then.

At this moment, in the distant starry sky, outside the cloud star turned into the moon, the figure of Tianlang was passing by like a meteor. Looking at the cloud star in the distance, Tianlang sniffed, and a strange light appeared in his eyes.

"As soon as I entered the northern part of Luotian, I felt that there was a treasure here and came with the breath. Sure enough, there was nothing wrong with it. The fog outside the planet was rich, and it was obviously covering up the treasure light inside.

But looking at the planet, it seems a bit weird!”

Tianlang stared at Yunxiaxing, hesitated for a moment, and slowly flew forward. He never lost his treasure in his life, and had a terrible intuition about the existence of the treasure.

As he approached, his heart beat wildly, and the gaze in his eyes became brighter.

"This feeling was only when he took the big cauldron back then. Could it be that there was a treasure like the big cauldron here!" Tianlang's eyes showed excitement. At this moment, all Wang Lin and all seals were forgotten by him.

As he gritted his teeth, a storage bag immediately flew out, floating in front of him, and the celestial wolf followed closely and slowly disappeared into the fog.
Chapter completed!