Renegade Immortal

"Wang Ping...is that you..." the middle-aged woman said softly.

Wang Ping stepped forward and came to the woman's side. He looked at the youthful look on her face and said with a smile: "Zhou Ruotong!"

The middle-aged woman bit her lower lip and looked at Wang Ping blankly. After a long time, she smiled gracefully and said softly: "I recognized you as soon as I saw you just now... after all these years. You are still back."

Wang Ping looked at the woman in front of him and felt quite emotional. Next to the woman, there was a little girl in her teens, who looked very similar to Zhou Ruotong back then.

"Is this your daughter?" Wang Ping asked.

The woman nodded, turned back to the girl and said, "Call me uncle, he is my mother's childhood friend.

"Uncle..." The girl seemed a little afraid of strangers, standing behind her mother and whispered.

At this moment, several of the surrounding villagers vaguely recognized Wang Ping, but when they saw those heavily armored soldiers, they did not dare to step forward and recognize him.

Wang Ping looked at the little girl and smiled: "What's your name?"

The girl hid behind her mother without speaking, with a look of fear in her eyes.

Wang Ping sighed softly, raised his head and said to the woman: "I'm going to the back mountain to pay homage to Grandpa Sun... The woman smiled. She didn't look at Qing Yi next to Wang Ping from the beginning to the end. Instead, she held the child. She stood next to her man. Her man was a strong man, who obviously inherited his father-in-law's hunting skills. But if Wang Ping looked carefully, he would find that he was not so strange.

Wang Ping turned around and walked towards the back hill. Qingyi took a deep look at the young woman who lowered her head and touched the child's head, and walked towards Wang Ping.

Wang Ping had just taken a few steps when the little girl hiding behind her mother showed her head and said loudly: "Uncle, my name is Xu Nianping!"

"Nian Ping... Nian Ping..." Wang Ping paused, sighed secretly, and continued walking without looking back.

Until they walked far away and until the villagers dispersed, the strong man standing next to the woman sighed and said softly: "What are you doing..."

"Brother, don't talk anymore." Zhou Ruotong raised her head and smiled slightly. Her smile was very beautiful. Taobao Women's Clothing Tmall Taobao Mall Taobao Women's Winter Jacket m, her eyes also showed a happy look.

"I will be satisfied if I can see him again."

Sun Tai’s tomb,

There were no weeds, and it was obvious that people were cleaning it frequently. Wang Ping stood in front of the tomb, and after a long time, he left silently.

"Qingyi, I think it won't be long before I go to see my father... I haven't seen him in twenty years..." Wang Ping said softly.

Qingyi didn't speak, just followed Wang Ping quietly, as if in this life, no matter where Wang Ping went, even to hell, she would never leave him. This had nothing to do with the agreement back then, but a kind of companionship. At that time, it’s time to ask questions about some things..." Wang Ping looked back at Luoyue Village and gradually left.

In Qishui City, Wang Lin has not been to the inn for a long time. He has been sitting in the courtyard all day long, waiting for Wang Ping to come back.

Fallen leaves always need to return to their roots, and wanderers will also return to the knees of their loved ones one day.

Three months later, Qishui City was filled with the atmosphere of war and chaos. Some of the servants in the mansion left one after another, leaving only an old servant who always followed him. Since he had nowhere to go, he chose to stay.

The entire Qishui City seemed to be almost empty, with people fleeing the war. Although the Tianxing Empire's army passed by without any civilian casualties, panic still spread.

Qishui City was occupied by the Tianxing Empire. The army continued to push forward. Wang Ping stood outside the city and did not enter. Instead, he left with the army.

"Father, now I have not fulfilled my wish back then. I will come to see you when my child fulfills his wish..."

The wheel of time keeps moving forward, and spring, summer, autumn and winter intersect several times. In a flash, it is another five years. Wang Ping, Fifty-Two, Da Qin, and Chen Yun surrendered one after another, and the Tianxing Empire became the only kingdom on Ran Yun Star.

In the twenty-five years since he left when he was twenty-seven years old, Wang Ping has achieved the level he wanted. Although there are many things in it that he is not aware of, even though during this time, some Too fast.

However, Wang Lin said "yes" back then, so all this is not surprising.

After conquering the country, Wang Ping did not come to see Wang Lin immediately. Instead, he looked at his mountains and rivers calmly, feeling the force of the universe, the Holy King, the creation of the Holy King, the Night Kill God, the Divine Seal, the Throne, the Demon Arrogance, the Ninth Layer, the Strongest Abandoned Young Master, the Great Zhou Royal Family The king will kill the god and seal the throne at night. Asking for the demon and the most powerful and abandoned boy in the ninth level of the world. Seek the mighty power of that world from the Demon Arrogant Nine Heavens' most powerful abandoned young master, the Great Zhou Royal Family.

Wang Lin still sat in the courtyard every morning, accompanied by his old servants, and lived an ordinary life. His heart gradually sublimated during these more than fifty years.

Ten years passed in peace and quiet without any disturbance.

Sixty-two-year-old Wang Ping looks quite old. Ten years of being the supreme mortal made his heart even more tired. This tiredness made him miss his childhood and the mountains, rivers and seas of those eight years extremely. What he misses even more is the feeling of having his father by his side during these twenty-eight years.

Heyi has also become an old woman, with wrinkles on her face, but her eyes are more tender.

Although, over the years, they have had no heirs...

On this day, it was the late autumn of the thirty-fifth year since Wang Ping left his father. In the autumn of this year, fallen leaves were flying, and the autumn wind blew, revealing a faint autumn chill.

Wang Ping stepped down from his position as the supreme mortal, gave this country to his son who had always followed him, and left.

Apart from the memories of the past thirty-five years, the only thing he took away was Qing Yi. He stepped on the carriage to Qishui City and slowly ran towards his father.

The carriage galloped on the official road, sending off leaves falling on both sides of the official road. They swayed and fell to the ground with the wind. As soon as the carriage passed by, the wind brought up only made them float again, but the fallen ones However, it always surrounds the big tree. It seems that there is a power in the dark that keeps them from staying away, and they seem to not want to stay away.

Fallen leaves will always return to their roots, and wanderers will return to their loved ones. Just like the distance between the fallen leaves and the earth, Qishui City is getting closer...

Wang Lin was sitting in the courtyard. The only old servant passed away three years ago, and he was the only one left in this big house.

In front of him, there was a table with two stools and chairs beside it. On the table were a few side dishes, a bottle of wine, and three pairs of chopsticks.

The dishes are still steaming, and the fragrance is filled with waves. When the wind blows, they spread far outside the house. At the same time as the sound of horse hoofbeats came, the sound of gourds on the ground gradually echoed and stopped outside the house. There were only a few long neighs, as if to tell others that the carriage was coming... …

Wang Ping stepped down from the carriage, smiled warmly at Qing Yi, took her hand, and walked into the door. Above the door, there was a plaque with a red envelope on a green background that read "Prince's Mansion", which seemed to bear witness to the vicissitudes of time. The cyan faded slightly, and the red even revealed white marks.

Wang Lin raised his head, as if he had been waiting for this for thirty-five years, with a kind smile on his face and said softly: "Come and sit down, the food is still hot."

Xing's simple words conveyed plain warmth. There were no inquiries, no questions, and no excessive politeness. It was as if Wang Ping came back often. Wang Lin's eyes showed softness.

Wang Ping stared at his father in bewilderment. Thirty-five years have passed since he left. He has never seen his father in person again. If he has, it was only in a dream.

"Dad..." Wang Ping knelt on the ground, his clothes wet with tears.

Qingyi also knelt aside and said softly: "Dad..."

Wang Lin stood up, helped Wang Ping and Qingyi up, and said softly: "Let's eat.

After eating this meal for a long time, a long-lost warmth emerged in Wang Ping's heart. He had not been away from this feeling for thirty-five years...

During the thirty-five years that Qingyi had been accompanying Wang Ping, he had long guessed Wang Lin's identity and knew that this elder was none other than Xu who had entered Thousand Fantasy Stars alone and shocked all the monks in Luotian North Territory. Wood! After all, Yun Wufeng once mentioned the word Xu Mu back then.

At this moment, she still had some disbelief in her eyes, and she really couldn't put the kind old man in front of her together with the powerful Xu Mu in the Northern Territory.

Qingyi did not tell Wang Ping about the various legends about Xu Mu. After all, she was not yet born when what happened that year, so everything was just a rumor she heard and had no way of telling her.

Until the moonlight gradually became brighter and the autumn wind swept by, Wang Ping put down his chopsticks and looked at his father. There were thousands of words in his heart, but at this moment, there was no one that could be said.

"Ping'er, what do you want to ask?" Wang Lin looked at Wang Ping and said slowly.

"Dad, I want to know about my mother..." In more than sixty years, since Wang Ping could remember, he had only asked once. That time, he saw his father's depression.

Now, he spoke for the second time.

Wang Lin was silent. After a long time, his eyes showed reminiscence. He looked at the bright moon in the sky and said softly: "I will tell you a story... Far away from here, there is a cultivation star. Its name is Suzaku. …”

Wang Lin's voice was full of vicissitudes of life. From his mouth, he slowly talked about a young man named Wang Lin and his nearly nine hundred years of life.

From the time they entered cultivation, Heng Yue Sect, and Tiandao Sect, gradually following Wang Lin's story, a scroll of life unfolded in front of Wang Ping and Qing Yi.

The story is very long, very long...

But there is an indescribable atmosphere between the lines, which makes those who hear this story shocked in their hearts...

Wang Ping stared at his father in bewilderment, listening to the story. Qing Yi beside him opened his eyes wide. Listening to these scenes of stories, she couldn't help but be immersed in them, even though she knew that the protagonist of this story was , is Wang Ping’s father, the old man in front of him.

"That female cultivator is called Liu Mei..."

Ergen’s birthday is tomorrow, haha, I had forgotten about it, but just now my daughter suddenly said, Dad’s birthday is coming. I don't know how she knew...

Although it is my birthday tomorrow, there will be no shortage of updates. Everyone will wait and see. Tomorrow, it seems that the answer to this cause and effect will be revealed.

Fellow Taoists, we have been together for a whole year. I remember it was a few days after my birthday last year when Xian Ni was uploaded. It is like a reincarnation, a year has passed.

Last year, with the help of Xian Ni’s new friends, we achieved our current results, which Er Gen will never forget.

It’s my birthday, let’s give Ergen a birthday gift. Haha, monthly passes, recommendations, and rewards are all fine. If that doesn’t work, you can do it with just one click.