Chapter 1406: Soul-Sad

That was almost himself!

This young man who raised his glass to drink was almost the same as Wang Lin!!

The only difference is the traces of time. Although Wang Lin seems to be young, he is actually nearly two thousand years old. Naturally, the smell of time is permeated with him.

But this young man who was drinking was full of vitality and vitality. No matter how he looked at it, he was just a mortal in his thirties!

Wang Lin was stunned, watching the boat approaching gradually, and the young man on the boat put down his wine glass, raised his hand to wipe the wine marks at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, the young master's poems are really extraordinary. To be honest, this poem should only be found in heaven, but it is hard to hear in the world. Good, wonderful!" The young man followed a follower. The follower looked about forty years, with a look of admiration on his face, and he shook his head and said.

"Barring, this is obviously a poem left by the ancients. If you say this, it seems like I wrote it myself." The young man smiled on his face, picked up a fan on the wine table in front of him, and pointed to the follower.

The entourage smiled and didn't mind. He looked up and looked around and sighed, "Young Master, we don't have much money anymore. It's a lot of money to rent a boat on the Sucheng River. It's been four days. Why not rush to Beijing earlier..."

The young man shook his head, someone next to him poured wine again, picked it up and took a sip. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly slurped, and his eyes immediately fell on the river bridge in front of him as he looked up.

On the bridge, Wang Lin stood there, silently gathering his eyes with the young man.

The young man shook his body, his face changed immediately, his eyes showed surprise, he gently put down his wine glass, stood up, clasped his fists to Wang Lin on the bridge, and said aloud: "Brother, do you have time to come and drink with him?"

Wang Lin's mind was shaken, and at this moment, the strange light of the Eye Tower stepped forward, and his whole body fell lightly on the boat like a leaf swept by the wind.

The 40-year-old entourage beside the young man suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Wang Lin with disbelief. He was surprised not only Wang Lin's actions, but also Wang Lin's appearance, which was almost the same as his young master!

When he landed on the boat, Wang Lin didn't say anything and sat down directly opposite the young man.

The young man looked at Wang Lin carefully, and the more he looked, the more surprised he felt. The other person looked so similar to him. He hesitated for a moment, sat down, and ordered his followers to prepare other wine utensils.

Soon, the entourage took out a clean wine glass and placed it on the table, and poured it all over himself. When pouring the wine, his eyes were still on Wang Lin, and he secretly called himself a surprise.

"Brother Tai looks quite similar to that in the lower reaches. I have seen many people in the downstream study areas, but I have never met such a similar friend. I dare to ask who my brother Tai's surname is, can you tell me?" The young man asked with a smile on his face and curiously.

Wang Lin didn't say anything, and he always looked thoughtful in his eyes. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all by himself.

Seeing that Wang Lin did not reply, the young man didn't mind, so he picked up the wine pot and filled Wang Lin again.

The sound of the flowing water beside the boat entered softly. Gradually, the boat passed through the stone bridge along the river and slowly rowed towards the distance. The singing and dancing on the bow of the boat were still there, but the people who admired it were always silent.

Wang Lin drank the wine one by one, and the thoughts and contemplation in his eyes turned into a twig of chaos, stirring his mind and making it tasteless when he drinks wine.

"What the hell is going on... Why did Fang Zhilian, a person in this trial, have such a person... Not only does this person look the same as me, but his soul is also..." Wang Lin frowned and drank a glass of wine again.

The young man always smiled and stopped talking, but the follower beside him curled his lips and underestimated it in his heart.

"This is Sucheng's old osmanthus wine, which is very expensive..."

Gradually, night fell, and a slight cold wind blew across the river. Swipe on the boat. The singer and dancer on the bow had already retreated, leaving only Wang Lin, the young man and his followers.

The moonlight slowly spread across the earth and reflected in the river water. As the breeze blows, the water surface shimmers, which looks very beautiful.

The follower was already impatient. He looked up at the sky. After a while, he seemed to be unable to help but bent down and pulled the young man's clothes and shook his eyes.

The young man shook his head and smiled, ignoring it.

The follower smiled bitterly and whispered: "Young Master, if you row further, you will have to pay the ship fee... and the wine will be gone..."

"Drink mine." Wang Lin's thoughtful look gradually dissipated. He flipped his right hand and took out a wine pot. The wine pot was not dragon blood, but it was not ordinary wine. Drinking it by mortals can prolong life and open up their wisdom.

Seeing that Wang Lin had somehow turned into a wine pot, the follower's eyes almost popped out again, showing a look of horror, but he never dared to urge his son to say a word again.

Pour a glass for himself, Wang Lin put the wine pot on the table, held the wine glass, took a sip, looked up at the sky, and suddenly said, "This is Zhao State..."

The young man was also shocked by the scene where Wang Lin took out the wine pot. After a long time, he took a deep breath and nodded.

"Senior...a fairy?"

"You grew up in a mountain village since childhood. Your father Wang Tianshui is ranked first in the family and is a carpenter... Your mother Zhou Yingsu is from Zhoujiazhuang. She has been studying in a private school for several years. When you were young, you were enlightened by your mother and started to read and read..." Wang Lin held a wine glass and whispered to himself.

These words fell into the young man's ears like thunder, and he was all there.

Wang Lin sighed, put down the wine glass, looked at the young man in a complicated manner, and said softly: "You choose to go on the life..."

After saying that, Wang Lin stood up and looked at the bright moon in the sky. Everything in front of him disappeared completely and became clear in an instant.

Stepping towards the river, he went straight to the sky, gradually moving away like steps.

On the boat, the follower shook and sat aside, with fear in his eyes. He stared at Wang Lin's leaving figure in a trembling voice: "It's really... It's really an immortal... Young Master, it's really an immortal. Young Master, your dream is real!!"

The young man stared at the sky in a daze, and after a long time, he exhaled a long sigh, looked down at the wine pot on the table, and his eyes showed a deep confusion.

Wang Lin was in the sky, looking at the earth below. He was familiar with the appearance of the earth. It was clearly the same as Zhao State and Zhuque Star.

"This person is just trying. I entered with my soul. I thought it was a test of the same as the Tianyun Star, but I didn't expect that this place was not a question, but a demon in the heart..."

Wang Lin sighed inwardly, with complexity in his eyes.

"Am I tired of practicing Taoism... Otherwise, how could a virtual soul that has emerged from another kind of life..." Wang Lin was silent.

"Compared with Tianyunxing's questioning, this time I clearly knew my existence, all this was illusion, I knew that I entered with my soul, and even more so, the purpose of my coming here... I want to ignite the fragrance of the man's square..." Wang Lin raised his head, with a hint of indescribable melancholy. He had just seen the blur of everything in the world clearly, and he had already understood the first level, where the fragrance of the man's square is and how to ignite it.

If he wanted to, he could light the first incense now.

"But I want to take a look at it again before this incense...they...and her..." Wang Lin's eyes showed a trace of loneliness and inexhaustible sorrow. He knew that all this was false, all transformed into his soul and illusory, but he still couldn't help but treat it as true and wanted to take it as if it were true, and he became his life-long untouchable and rebellious...she.

"Just just take a look, I lit this person's fragrance..." Wang Lin took a step forward and disappeared without a shadow.

On the Emperor Star, the eyes of tens of thousands of people were concentrated on the back of the illusory giant tortoise. Under the first incense, he raised his hand and placed it on it, and his figure was motionless.

The breeze blew, blowing up the figure's long hair and clothes, and the clothes fluttered.

The old Zhuque had a hint of anxiety in his eyes. Looking at the figure, his anxious expression became even stronger.

"How could it be so slow... The first incense is lit. With this student's cultivation level, it should have been completed long ago. I expected that he would ignite it at most two moments, and a blister of incense will be exhausted. It is already too fast for an hour, and this hour is equivalent to most of the day inside. Could it be that this student has not wanted to see through it for thousands of years of practice, and his soul cannot return to his hometown!"

Si Mozi showed a faint sneer on his lips, staring at the incense shadow, and said in his heart: "This is the first incense, and he is already weak. This little bastard will definitely not pass the trial. Once he fails, in front of so many cultivators, the first young emperor will also throw his face..."

The Yunluo Dasi's eyebrows were frowned, and his right hand was hiding in his sleeve. He made the gesture faster, and it seemed that his deduction was also at a critical moment.

And at this moment, the old Vermilion Bird stared at Xiang***'s shadow and suddenly condensed. Not only him, but most of the monks here clearly saw the figure in white clothes with their right hand on the first incense stick, with their eyes closed. From his eyes, there were two lines of crystal tears flowing slowly.

"The soul returns to the hometown... If the soul is sad, it returns to the body, and tears flow down... What a person's side of the gate..." The Lan Meng Daozun's eyes fell on the tears and he muttered to himself softly.

In the fantasy world of the human world, Wang Lin stood at the foot of Hengyue Mountain, looked at the mountain village ahead, turned around and left, and a trace of tears flowed down his eyes.

Fire burns the country, Luohemen.

In the back mountain elixir room, a young girl in her youth frowned, staring at the black smoke in front of her and the middle-aged woman frowned beside the elixir furnace, and whispered: "Master, Wan'er has not been refined..."

"Okay, okay, I look so pitiful every time. Go to Yaofeng behind and pick some water moon grass for your teacher. I'll see if I can refine this furnace of elixir." The middle-aged woman glared at the girl.
Chapter completed!