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After seeing off Daniel and his son, Wang Lin sat by the stove and suddenly felt emotional in his heart. To a mortal, ten taels of gold was a large amount of money, but to a monk, it was like dung. He couldn't even see it. Go take a look.
He sat quietly in the shop, picked up a piece of wood, waved the carving knife in his right hand, and started carving.
Time flies, and another three years have passed. The store of Daniel's family has more than doubled in size. As expected, the business is much better than before, as Daniel's mother expected. But once the business is good, Daniel will have less free time. When he got up, he would work with his father all day long.
Only after closing the shop did Daniel have time to drag his tired body and carry a pot of fruit wine to Wang Lin to watch him make wood carvings.
Daniel¡¯s body, perhaps due to working in the iron industry in recent years, has become stronger and stronger. The seventeen-year-old boy, even in the middle of winter, is only wearing a thin shirt and does not feel cold at all.
It¡¯s just that the wrinkles on his parents¡¯ faces are gradually increasing.
Wang Lin¡¯s appearance has also changed from six years ago. He no longer looks young, but middle-aged, with a wrinkle gradually appearing on his face.
He deliberately used magic to do this. After all, if a person's appearance has not changed at all in six years, it will be an incredible thing for the kind and honest neighbors around him.
In the next three years, Xu Tao came here more and more often, almost once every month, and presented a large amount of gold, silver, and fine wine. His intention to win over was self-evident, and sometimes he made a point in his words. These things are given out of filial piety by His Royal Highness.
Wang Lin has no interest in this prince at all. The reason why he stayed in Kyoto is for one purpose, which is to experience the feeling of a mortal, so as to achieve a breakthrough in his cultivation.
With his status, he is too lazy to participate in the struggle for power in the mortal world.
In the late autumn of this year, the leaves of several willow trees on both sides of the street were blown by the wind, and slowly fell off with a rustling sound. They were sent far away by the wind and became rootless leaves.
Fallen leaves can be seen everywhere on the street. Wang Lin walked out of the shop. He was wearing thick clothes and a fur hat on his head. If anyone from Zhao or Chu saw Wang Lin at this time, they would definitely not be able to recognize him. It turns out that this person is the evil star Wang Lin who was all-powerful back then, killed countless people, and had bloody hands.
Even some of the monks who had fought with him would never be able to recognize him.
At this time, he looks no different from a mortal. This is not a similarity in appearance, but a similarity in spirit. Even in his bones, there is no difference.
After six years of transformation, Wang Lin has completely become a mortal. Now, his face is slightly older. Although his body is still upright, he looks no different from a middle-aged mortal who has been busy all his life.
There is just one thing that makes him slightly different from ordinary people, and that is his eyes, which are clear and black and white, without any variegation. There is a hint of light that makes him look extraordinary.
In the past three years, Wang Lin has not meditated or practiced once. Even the red mist outside his body was condensed by him unknowingly two years ago and turned into blood-colored beads. Stored in a storage bag.
After leaving the shop, there was a gust of wind in his face, carrying the chill of autumn. Wang Lin tightened his collar, closed the shop door, and then walked slowly towards the distance.
At this time, a rather sturdy young man walked out of the iron shop opposite. He was carrying a bucket of discarded charcoal in his hand. He immediately saw Wang Lin after leaving the shop, so he grinned and said, "Uncle Wang, go and listen again." play?"
Wang Lin turned around and said with a smile: "Daniu, bring me a pot of wine."
The young man responded, poured the charcoal in his hand aside, and hurried into the shop. Not long after, he ran over with a wine flask, his eyes showing concern, and said: "Uncle Wang, you are getting old. This wine, drink less, just take a sip to warm yourself up."
Wang Lin nodded with a smile, took the wine bottle, patted Daniel on the shoulder, turned around and left slowly.
Daniel looked at Wang Lin's back with a bitter taste in his heart. In the past six years, the omnipotent Uncle Wang in his eyes has aged a lot. He still remembers Uncle Wang six years ago. A face full of heroic spirit and eyes like stars.
Each lifelike and vivid wood carving takes shape in his hands.
He always remembered that Uncle Wang once said that when he made a lot of money, he would go back and marry the wife who was waiting for him. But in the blink of an eye, six years had passed, and Daniel had never seen Wang Lin's wife. He did not ask about it again.
Daniel sighed and turned back to the shop. His father was also a little old.??Looked at the shopkeeper, he saw many beggars, but he still bit the copper coins when he saw them, and bought tea after getting the money. This was the first time.
The middle-aged fat man¡¯s face twitched, he rolled up his sleeves, and was about to throw the old man out, but at this moment, Wang Lin raised his hand and said, ¡°Forget it.¡±
The middle-aged fat man immediately paused, hesitated, muttered a few words, then turned and walked towards the back room.
The old man chuckled, looked at Wang Lin, and said, "You" As soon as he said a word, he suddenly froze and stared at Wang Lin carefully for a while, then his face showed a strange look. He said in surprise: "It's you!" (To be continued, if you want to know what happened, please log on to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www. hlnovel.com