Chapter 1603 Home is under Hengyue Mountain

The words "You dare!" are not very loud, but they are earth-shaking!

The young man holding a flying sword changed his expression amid Wang Lin's low growl. He was just a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building. At this moment, Wang Lin's figure was extremely tall, and that low growl made the world even more distorted.

The vast aura turned into pressure invisibly, making the young man's face pale and actually spit out a mouthful of blood. The sword light was instantly dimmed, as if he didn't dare to move forward. With a bang, his hand trembled and his flying sword fell to the ground, and his body hurriedly retreated backward.

"Impossible, impossible!! You are just a mortal, you are just an ant, you cannot make me afraid!!" The young man seemed to be crazy, his mind trembled with a roar, and his voice twisted when he retreated, making the literati kneeling down below unable to believe it.

Throughout history, such a scene has never happened. A mortal dares to scold the immortal cultivator. The saying "You dare" is like thunder, and it roars in everyone's ears forever.

While the young man retreated, the other young man in the restaurant stepped forward, and his cultivation level far exceeded that of the other party. He was already a mid-stage cultivator in the foundation building.

He stepped forward and pressed his hand behind his fellow disciples, looked up at countless people kneeling down, only Wang Lin and Dafu, who were standing by the master and servant!

At this glance, he seemed to see a trembling aura over Wang Lin. The strong aura actually made him burst into his mind after seeing it. Countless mixed thoughts emerged in his heart, as if he was about to break through his mind and make him spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Wang is enlightened tomorrow, and you and other immortals will be treated as ants! Don't say it's you, even all the immortals of the Vermillion Bird Star, what's wrong!" Wang Lin looked up and his eyes showed a bright light, his long hair fluttered, his big sleeves shook, and he took a sip of wine.

In horror, the young man's scalp was numb. This kind of thing exceeded his imagination. He felt a vaguely strong feeling. Although the other party was fragile, the righteous spirit and the aura of fearlessness of heaven and earth were enough to match all the magical powers. It hurt the two of them invisibly, and even made him tremble in his heart, and a sense of horror and awe scattered.

"How could this happen? He is just a mortal, just a mortal!! He can actually have this kind of aura on him. This person... this person... cannot be offended!!!"

He did not dare to leave, but looked extremely respectful in the air, as if he was going to worship the elders, and bowed to Wang Lin.

"I'm waiting to offend me, but I hope the great scholars don't mind and leave here and never step into Sucheng." After saying this, the young man helped his fellow disciples and turned into Changhong and left in a hurry.

There was silence in the surroundings for a moment.

Wang Lin stood there and took a sip of wine. At this moment, the wind blew, fluttering his clothes. The white clothes danced in everyone's eyes.

"What can't you do?" Wang Lin put down the wine pot from the corner of his mouth and his eyes fell into the crowd. When he asked before, he was pale and trembling, and was spreading on Su Yi there.

Su Yi lowered his head, his body kept trembling slightly, and after a long time of struggle, he stood up and bowed to Wang Lin.

"Su Yi, pay a visit to my great scholar in Zhao State."

"Let's wait, pay homage to me, the Great Confucian of Zhao." All Wensheng clasped his fists at this moment, and his eyes showed indescribable reverence. They will never forget today's scene in their lives.

Even the many old men on the carriage outside bowed their heads and bowed their heads and were convinced!

They had never imagined in their lives that mortals could be shocked by immortals, but now they saw with their own eyes that an indescribable complexity and pride poured into their hearts.

"If the thoughts are infinite, if you understand the principles of heaven and earth, then you can look at immortals and look at ants!" This sentence has spread throughout Zhao after today.

"I'm tired." Wang Lin took the wine pot and finally glanced at the restaurant outside the mansion. He was stunned and was wet with sweat. He didn't dare to look at him in this look. Instead, he lowered his head, stood up and bowed to Wang Lin, turned around and went down the steps, and entered the inner man with Dafu.

The countless scholars in the yard worshiped for a long time before leaving one by one. Until the entire street outside, people with various purposes left, Sucheng gradually became quiet.

No one dared to say anything doubted, and the previous storm disappeared completely in a very short time.

Therefore, Wang Lin's reputation rose in Zhao State, completely replaced his master Su Dao, and became the new great scholar in Zhao State, and an unprecedented great scholar!

Time passed, and Wang Lin's ten-year words were still there, but no one was qualified to come and ask. Even if he came, he would be like a student, respectfully and listen to the teachings.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and eight years are coming in a blink of an eye.

In eight years, Wang Lin gradually became a fifty-year-old from his middle-aged age at the age of 40, and his hair became pale.

During these eight years, Wang Lin had a few days almost every month, sitting on the pleasure boat and floating in the river, drinking osmanthus wine, he was always waiting for the person who seemed to have not come as agreed.

Even more than these eight years, Wang Lin was the same in the previous twenty years.

It took twenty-eight years, twenty-eight springs and autumns to alternate. But in the end, the pleasure boat shuttled through the stone bridges, but still didn't wait for that person.

"Master, what are you waiting for..." On the pleasure boat, Dafu was still very strong, but his stingy habit became more and more powerful. He often stared at his right wrist in a daze, always trying to recall when he was quiet, but in the end, he still couldn't remember anything.

"I'm waiting for myself... to wait for a date with myself." Wang Lin's face was a little old, his voice was hoarse, and he looked at the sky and spoke slowly.

There was always a white bird in the sky, circling there. It accompanied Wang Lin for twenty-eight years without any change.

As he looked, Wang Lin was a little tired, leaned against the bow of the boat, and fell asleep in a drowsy manner. The sound of the piano echoed in his ears. The sound of the piano seemed to merge with his dream, and in that dream, there was also the sound of the piano accompanied him.

Dafu sighed, looked at his right wrist and became stunned.

The afternoon sun was very soft, and it was very warm when it fell on his body, which made Wang Lin sleep well. However, this season, it was time for the catkins to fly again. A few catkins moved with the wind and fell on Wang Lin's face, gently passing by, making Wang Lin open his eyes.

The pleasure boat is still rowing.

Looking at the willow catkins dancing in front of him, Wang Lin suddenly laughed.

"Dafu, do you still remember that we just arrived in Sucheng more than 20 years ago? At that time, there were so many willow catkins, and they were also on this pleasure boat."

Just as he was smiling, a pleasure boat suddenly came from a distance. At the moment he passed by, two soft and beautiful sounds came from the pleasure boat.

"Senior sister, these catkins are very annoying, and it's very uncomfortable to fall on them."

"If you don't think about them, you won't feel that they exist. Junior sister, your heart is not calm."

Hearing this voice, Wang Lin was stunned. He was a little familiar with it, as if he had heard this voice. He stood up and looked up and saw two women on the pleasure boat.

The two women were very young and beautiful in appearance. They stood there in the endless catkins, like fairies, in the wind, their clothes were blowing and looked even more beautiful.

"Yes...they..." Wang Lin stared at the pleasure boat far away, and the black-sailed boat on a rainy night seemed to appear in front of him.

As he looked, Wang Lin showed a soft smile on his face. He would never forget it. He still remembered his happy and contented look under the shade of trees in the rain, looking at the dark clouds of Moshan, the vast world that he had never seen before, and recited poetry there.

The woman named Xu Fei seemed to be still in her ears when she was scolding her back.

On that rainy night, his blushing and heartbeat, and the beauty of the two women were all in my memory, and they did not fade. And the thick coat was also placed in the bamboo tray of that year by Wang Lin, and it was retained and never taken out.

Wang Lin sighed lightly. He touched his white hair, and did not say hello, but sat there and drank wine.

In his life, he did not meet a woman who made him moved. Apart from wine and great blessings, he was the white flying bird circling in the sky.

He had no wife, and his life seemed to have been silently walking through twenty-eight years in that loneliness.

If he said that the only woman he had ever had a heart-warming relationship was the first time she met, the woman named Zhou Rui, the woman who gave him clothes.

Relying on the bow of the boat, drinking wine, and looking at the reflection of his own in the boat going down the water, Wang Lin saw an old face, with a much white hair.

The pleasure boat where the two women were gradually intersected with Wang Lin's ship until they were completely separated from each other, as if it was the trajectory of life. After one of them touched, they continued to leave in different directions.

"Hey, senior sister, look at that old man, it seemed like he was watching us just now." Xu Fei looked at Wang Lin's back who was gradually moving away from the pleasure boat.

While swimming, the pleasure boat drove past a stone bridge.

Zhou Rui turned her head and glanced at her eyes, but in her direction, as they separated each other's pleasure boats, her eyes were covered by the stone bridge. She didn't see it, and she wouldn't use her spiritual sense to scan it with her just because others looked at her, and she didn't look carefully and turned her head back.

Until they get farther and farther away.

Wang Lin sat on the boat and spoke softly to Dafu in peace.

"Dafu, let's leave Sucheng, wait here for twenty-eight years. If we don't wait, we will go home."

"Home? Where is the home?" Dafu was stunned.

"Below Hengyue Mountain." When the boat docked, Wang Lin and Dafu walked off the boat. He looked back at the river, glanced at Sucheng, who had lived for twenty-eight years, and said softly.

When we arrived, in the season when catkins were flying, we had a few pots of wine, a carriage, and two masters and servants.
Chapter completed!