Twilight Years

This gap is in the heartless mood. Wang Lin could only imitate according to his own perception. Although it was carved in the end, there was still a gap compared to the true heartless mood of middle-aged scholars.

Wang Lin looked at the broken carving knife in his hand, and was silent for a moment. With a wave of his right hand, the half of his hand flew out and landed on the wooden frame beside him. Then he picked up another wooden section, and used his fingers to form a knife, and continued to carve it...

Time passes, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another ten years are coming!

Over the past ten years, Wang Lin's appearance has become older. His hair is mixed with some white hair, his straight figure is also slightly hunched, and his whole body looks like he is about to enter his twilight years.

In his shop, there are fewer and fewer wood carvings. In the past ten years, Wang Lin's wood carvings have only made one finished product, that is, the old woman in Baiyun Sect back then.

In fact, he had finished making the old woman's wood carving nine years ago. Although it was the same as the wood carvings of middle-aged scholars and could not reach perfection, Wang Lin knew that this was because he had not achieved the cultivation level of transforming the gods.

The reason why Wang Lin did not make wood carvings in the next nine years was the old man in blue!

No matter what, he could not carve the traces of the old man's artistic conception of time on the wood carvings. In nine years, Wang Lin never succeeded.

Although he had carved countless wood carvings of the old man, none of them could contain artistic conception, and in the end, they were all turned into ashes by him.

On this day, Wang Lin looked at the wood carving in the green shirt in his hand, sighed lightly, and touched his right hand on it, and the wood carving suddenly disappeared into ashes. After a little silence, he stood up and slowly opened the door of the shop.

The soft sunlight fell on him. Wang Lin sat at the door with a wooden chair and quietly looked at the passers-by around him. The iron tool shop opposite him expanded several times in the past nine years.

Soon, a four-year-old child poked his little head out of the ironware shop. When he saw Wang Lin, he immediately laughed and ran a few steps to Wang Lin. He was holding a wine pot in his hand and handed it to Wang Lin. After he said in a slight voice, "Grandpa Wang, this is the wine I stolen for you, where is the candy?"

Wang Lin smiled happily on his face, touched the child's head, flipped his right hand, and a pill the size of a fingernail appeared in his hand. After throwing it to the child, he took a sip with the wine pot.

The young boy quickly swallowed it with a satisfying expression on his face. He leaned his chin with his hands and said curiously: "Grandpa Wang, is this wine delicious? I think you drink it every day."

Wang Lin smiled slightly. At this time, a strong man walked out of the iron shop. The strong man's appearance could vaguely see the teenager who was so stubborn that year. After seeing Wang Lin, he looked moved in his eyes. He walked up and said with concern: "Uncle Wang, you can't drink it again today!"

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Okay, just take a sip, I won't drink it today! Big Niu, how is your father?"

The big bull's face showed a dull look and said, "Old problem, it's okay."

Wang Lin sighed inwardly, he could not interfere with the reincarnation of mortals. Birth, old age, sickness and death, are part of the way of heaven. The big bull married the daughter of the shopkeeper Zhao in the tailor shop six years ago, and that young child was his child.

"Grandpa Wang, you haven't told me yet, is this wine delicious or not?" the young boy asked in a hurry, pulling Wang Lin's arm.

The big bull looked at Wang Lin, sighed and said, "What your grandfather Wang drank is not wine, but life..."

Wang Lin looked back at Daniu, with admiration in his eyes, patted his arm, and said, "Daniu, take the child back, I'll go to the street corner."

Daniu grabbed the wine pot from Wang Lin's hand and placed it in the wood carving shop. Then he closed the door and said, "You promised me just now and don't drink it today!"

Wang Lin smiled, got up and walked towards the street corner. His slightly staggering back was filled with dusk.

Da Niu sighed lightly, took the young boy's little hand, and returned to the iron shop. The young boy pursed his lips and said happily to Da Niu: "Dad, the candy given to me by Grandpa Wang is so delicious. Every time he finishes eating, his whole body is warm..."

Wang Lin walked on this old street that had lived in for more than ten years, and saw shopkeepers who came from some unknown place, walking out of the shop, running to Wang Lin with a look of city god, and begging in a low voice.

"Shopkeeper Wang, you see that the business is not easy to do. Next month, I will definitely hand over the rent next month!" This is the shopkeeper of the grocery store that I moved in three years ago.

"Yes, Mr. Wang, the business is really not easy now. How many days will you take it? " This is the inn shopkeeper of that year, that fat man.

Such voices came one after another, and Wang Lin glanced around with a wry smile. He didn't know what happened. He had lived here for more than ten years, but before he knew it, almost all the families on the street owed him money.

Even most of the shops on this street eventually became his property. Whenever there was a shortage of shops who urgently needed money, they would find Wang Lin and hand him the shop.

As for Wang Lin’s own store, it was sold to him two years ago. Of course, the price was ridiculously expensive.

Now, almost as soon as Wang Lin goes out, the shopkeepers of these shops will immediately follow behind and speak kindly. In fact, this is related to Wang Lin rarely goes out on weekdays. Sometimes he doesn't even appear once for several months, so when he appears, these shopkeepers are nervous, afraid that they will come to rent.

In fact, the rent is not much. Anyone who lives here for a long time knows that Wang Lin has a good temperament, so he has the idea of ​​delaying the rent. Over time, almost no one has paid the rent. Gradually, this has become a habit.

After all, there are few people among mortals who find it hot, and the more they are, the better.

Wang Lin didn't care much about this phenomenon, so he let it go and regarded it as part of his understanding of the way of heaven.

In the past nine years, things have changed, and there are not many old faces on the entire street back then. This made Wang Lin feel quite moved. He waved his hand and said to the shopkeepers around him: "If you don't collect rent today, you'll all be dispersed."

The shopkeepers all felt relieved and retreated repeatedly.

Wang Lin walked on the street with his hands behind his back, and soon arrived at the intersection. But at this moment, a tall horse suddenly galloped over and there was a middle-aged man sitting there. The man looked quite ugly, and even blood was left behind at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he rode his horse across the street, he suddenly saw Wang Lin at a glance. Then he pulled the rope with his right hand. With the horse's long neighing, the middle-aged man jumped, jumped off the horse, and came to Wang Lin's side in a few steps. Before he could speak, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

There was a trace of internal organ fragments in the blood. The man's face was bloodless, his body shook, he knelt on the ground, and said anxiously: "Mr. Wang, help!"

Wang Lin looked as usual and looked at this person indifferently. This person was Xu Tao, who had presented a lot of gold and silver goods almost every holiday during the past ten years!

"If there is anything, let's talk about it slowly." Wang Lin said.

"Mr. Wang, Your Highness the Prince is in danger!" In Xu Tao's urgent words, Wang Lin gradually understood the whole story. The Prince's Highness had provoked a powerful enemy. The man was a cultivator with great power. As soon as this monk appeared, the cultivators around His Highness the Prince left one after another and did not participate.

Now that the prince is already hiding in the palace, the monk seemed to be a little worried and was not convenient to enter the palace, so he vented his anger on the prince's entourage.

Xu Tao was quite clever and left immediately when he saw something bad, but he was swept away by the monk's subordinates and was seriously injured. He was panicked, and the only thing he thought of was Wang Lin!

As he was speaking, suddenly, from outside the street, a young monk wearing a red Taoist robe walked into the street. The man looked domineering and walked step by step towards where Xu Tao was.

When Xu Tao saw this monk, his body trembled immediately and sprayed out a mouthful of blood again. He immediately became listless. He looked at Wang Lin in despair and said, "Save me..." After that, his head tilted and fainted.

The monk sneered, looked at Wang Lin, waved his right hand, and suddenly a black aura that was invisible to mortals spread out from his hands, turning into a huge skull in the air, swallowing it hard towards Xu Tao. The monk's heart was cruel and was already wrapped in it with Wang Lin.

In his eyes, although Wang Lin was just a mortal, Xu Tao came to find this person when he was escaping. He must have had a very short relationship and simply killed them all.

As for the trouble of killing mortals, his master also insisted on it. If he wanted it, a hint of cruelty appeared on his face.

Wang Lin frowned. If this monk had only been asking for trouble for Xu Tao, he might not have participated. Although Xu Tao had respected him for more than ten years, Wang Lin would not have taken action for these things.

But now, this little monk with only foundation-building cultivation is even planning to him. Wang Lin's face was as usual, his eyes were calm, and his right hand waved his lightly, as if he was driving away mosquitoes.

Suddenly, the formed skull seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, screaming and did not dare to swallow it, but hurriedly retreating.

However, it was still one step late. With Wang Lin's right hand waved, the demon Xu Liguo suddenly took shape. He swallowed the skull with a grim smile, slapped his lips, and glared at the little Taoist priest with a fierce look on his face, and his body slowly dissipated.

The little Taoist priest's face turned extremely rosy. The moment the skull was swallowed, his mind was damaged. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fled in panic without saying a word.
Chapter completed!