Chapter 303: The Cause of the Year and the Fruit of Today
The girl gently pulled the emperor's sleeves from behind, her eyes showing anxiety. Being able to become a legendary immortal was something that no mortal dared to think about. Today, there is an opportunity in front of the father, but
The father refused.
The emperor looked at the girl with love and affection, and smiled without saying a word.
Although the white-haired middle-aged man did not expect the emperor's choice, he suddenly wanted to know the emperor's reason for not cultivating immortality.
"So what do you really want?"
The emperor chuckled: "When I started the uprising, I met many brave brothers, and now they have all become princes. I also have a wife, who can wait alone with her children for more than ten years for me, more than ten years...
…How many decades do we mortals have?”
At this time, the girl had burst into tears and remembered sitting with her mother outside the yard waiting for her father's return. Whenever she asked about her father, her mother always said gently: "Father is working hard for our future and will come back to pick us up."
"
Sure enough, when my father returned, he was already the lord of a dynasty and the king of more than ten thousand people. However, his father did not abandon his mother to enjoy prosperity and wealth alone, and he has not married any more concubines.
The girl leaned in her father's arms and listened to her father continue: "Because of my brothers, I can't cultivate immortality. I don't want to be a superior immortal. Because of my wife and daughter, I can't cultivate immortality. I don't want to be ruthless and unjust. But.
, the most important thing is when I see a real immortal, with a sad face and frowning, it can be seen that he is not usually good-looking. Although I am an emperor among mortals, I still have some ways of judging people."
Indeed, the white-haired middle-aged man did not hide his inner feelings, so the emperor guessed a little.
The white-haired middle-aged man was slightly surprised. It turns out that the reason for not wanting to cultivate immortality is that simple. But in fact, who can see through the mystery of this, and who can have the courage to choose to give up?
"In that case, I won't force you. You two can go down the mountain." The middle-aged man waved his hand slightly.
The emperor and the girl who cried like a kitten bowed to the immortal, and then walked down the mountain while joking.
Wang Yuan's figure suddenly appeared on the road where their father and daughter were passing. His expression changed slightly. In other words, the emperor's words touched him deeply. Once upon a time, Wang Yuan also imagined what would happen if he did not enter the path of cultivation. Could it be that
Is this emperor named Wang Yuan his second destiny?
But he has given up on the second path of destiny. He has chosen the path of cultivation. He has no brothers, no wife, and no children around him. Some only have thoughts of looking at the moon every day, and some can only turn grief and anger into motivation. He has been practicing so far.
I want to get my wife back and live a normal life.
Both the emperor and the girl noticed the sudden appearance of the man in black. The emperor tightened the girl's hand and pulled her behind him.
Only immortals can do such a miraculous appearance.
"This great immortal, you..."
Wang Yuan took a step forward and looked at the emperor intently: "Perhaps, your choice is right. Cultivate immortality. What kind of immortality do you cultivate? You cultivate a clear conscience."
The emperor was silent, and as smart as he was, he immediately knew that the immortal knew what he had said to that immortal, and even looked at him with envy.
"Wang Yuan, I have something to ask you." Wang Yuan said this name without hesitating, as if he was talking to himself in another world.
"Please tell me, Immortal, I will definitely do it." The emperor nodded with his fists clasped.
"This is not difficult, but only you can do it. I beg you to treat your wife and daughter well and spend the rest of your life protecting them. Can you do it?"
The emperor trembled all over, being stared at by those eyes, as if he would be destroyed if he told a lie.
But this is also the reason why I have been able to work hard until now. My wife and daughter are my spiritual support. The rest of my life is simply not enough, I have to protect her for life after life!
Wang Yuan didn't need to listen to the emperor's words. From the emperor's eyes, he had already read what he wanted.
When Wang Yuan and the emperor passed each other, they were two different people, but they were the same person. The two experiences were intertwined. The trick of fate made them meet. It didn't matter who was from the previous life and who was from the next life.
What Wang Yuan said to the emperor through his lips was not heard clearly by the girl until Wang Yuan, who was dressed in black, walked towards the courtyard.
The girl's big red eyes looked at Wang Yuan's leaving figure, and she was in a trance for a moment, thinking that the person walking past was her father.
"Dad, what did the immortal say to you just now?" the girl asked curiously.
The emperor did not answer, but laughed. On this empty mountain peak, there was such a man roaring boldly, the stars in the galaxy flickered, and another meteor passed by.
As soon as the girl's eyes lit up, she immediately closed her eyes when she saw the shooting stars and made a wish. After a long time, she opened her big eyes and saw her father looking at her, her face turned red.
"What wish did you just make?" the emperor asked with a smile.
"Humph, if dad doesn't tell me, I won't tell you either." The girl tightened her little nose and shook her little pink fist.
"Well, I don't have to worry about it anymore. Let's go back quickly. I want to cook for you and my daughter. I'll make the famous dishes in Yiju."
"Hey, that's great, daddy is awesome!"
The girl's moist red lips touched the emperor's cheek gently, and then she jumped up and down the mountain, where two cranes were already waiting.
The emperor didn't ask, and neither did the girl. This was a secret between father and daughter.
…
Wang Yuan walked lightly and came to this familiar yet unfamiliar courtyard. Pieces of fragmented memories began to merge, and sounds floated through his ears, some crisp, some heavy, some jealous, and some admiring.
The Linyuan Sect is no longer the original Linyuan Sect. People have left Chaliang, Lingshan has turned into a barren mountain, and Lingquan has turned into a dry ravine.
With hundreds of years of experience, Wang Yuan had never seen any miraculous medicine, but he was still attracted by the two small earthen bags on the medicine garden.
His expression was moved, and he trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes trembled slightly. He still remembered that he crushed the earth bag with his kick, but now, of the two earth bags, one of them has produced seeds and sprouts, and the other...
With Wang Yuan's eyesight, he could see that the new seeds inside were about to burst out of the ground.
But the seeds that are about to break out of the soil are absorbing nutrients from the soil next to them. It is conceivable that over time, one seed will germinate, and the other germinated seed will lose nutrients and dry up and die.
"Life and death, cause and effect, the cycle is like this." Wang Yuan whispered.
The cause of the past is the result of today. Asking whether his thoughts have really produced seeds and sprouts, is this a mockery of his efforts in vain for hundreds of years, or is it a stimulus to everything he has done for hundreds of years?
Is it a joke?
A trace of disgust arose, and Wang Yuan walked over, raised his feet, put them down, and stopped.
This series of actions was completed instantly. Looking at the broken sword, Wang Yuan retracted his foot.
"There is a grave in my heart, where the survivors are buried." Wang Yuan repeated this sentence in a low voice, and Wang Yuan looked at the white-haired middle-aged man who was looking at him with half understanding - Wei Meng, who was also his master.
At this moment, it is impossible to describe Wei Mengbo's turbulent thoughts. One Wang Yuan left at the previous moment, and another Wang Yuan appeared at this moment. Which one is real and which one is a dream.
"Is it really you?" Wei Meng said tremblingly, his eyes flashing as he stood up from a sitting position.
Looking at Wei Meng, who used to have a sharp sword back then, now he has some curvature, and no longer has the unyielding energy and majestic eyes. He looks like an old man looking at a returning wanderer.
After hundreds of years of separation, Wang Yuan fantasized about what he would say after meeting each other, but he had no answer because he had nothing to say.
With his powerful qualifications, it is not surprising that he has cultivated to the Nascent Soul. What is strange is why his Nascent Soul is so weak, as if he is giving up his life and sinking like this.
Wang Yuan pointed at Wei Meng, and the huge spiritual pressure approached Wei Meng, but Wei Meng smiled bitterly: "It's useless."
Sure enough, the spiritual pressure contained Wang Yuan's powerful vitality, but the Nascent Soul remained indifferent. This only proved that Wei Meng's heart was dead and he took the initiative to cut off his own life.
"If I don't let him die, he can't die, and neither can you!" Wang Yuan's eyes were sharp, as if he was asking Wei Meng why he did this. Wang Yuan also guessed a little, but he didn't dare to think about it.
The body of ice and fire appeared, and more powerful vitality was forced out from the remaining medicinal power in the body, and was forcefully poured into the Nascent Soul villain. The Nascent Soul villain frowned. He didn't want to accept it, but an idea forced him to accept it.
This vitality.
Vitality is a void thing, and only those who practice reverse cultivation can conduct this kind of transaction, because they master the most mysterious "source of life and death" and transcend life and death.
Although the vast vitality was poured into Nascent Soul, Wei Meng could not feel any emotion in his heart, and there was a bitter smile on his face.
He took back his body of ice and fire and looked at Wei Meng.
"you……"
"you……"
The two of them were slightly surprised and quickly changed their words.
"I……"
"I……"
The two men were so embarrassed, and their tempers remained the same even after hundreds of years.
"Stop talking...drink."
"Stop talking...drink."
The two of them said the same thing, took out their wine gourds one after another, threw them into the air, rubbed each other alternately, and took each other's wine gourds.
Wang Yuan slowly walked over and sat next to Wei Meng who had already sat down. He was so ruthless that he even trembled slightly for a moment.
Tonight, it is extraordinarily quiet. The stars in the sky are like chess pieces. The people playing chess are playing chess with a smile. This is a chess game in life. If any monk has an epiphany, his fortune in the future will definitely be very high.
Watch the chess game in the sky that has been changing for thousands of years. There is no win or loss, no end, but only the passing of time and the ravages of time.
Wang Yuan and Wei Meng, or rather a master and a disciple, sat together and did not talk. Instead, they drank wine and remained silent, raising their heads to look at the distant starry sky.
However, the eyes of the two of them contain stories, stories that only they can understand.