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The sky is blue, like a piece of satin spread out, with a few white clouds like embellishments, making the blue silk even brighter.
Under the Qilian Peak, a small river meanders, stretching for several miles, and merges into the river. In the middle reaches of the small river, there is a mountain village with beautiful mountains and green waters, like a pastoral land.
"Back then, the water in this river was sweet, and clouds and mist would sometimes appear on the Qilian Peak. If someone could take a breath in the mist, it was said that they could strengthen their health and they would not get sick within ten years." A young man said The sound came from the mountain village.
This young man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a tough head and a tough brain, was talking to the seven or eight children around him about the past five years ago.
"Look at me, have I ever been sick in these years? It's because my father took me to take a breath of cloud mist. The taste was so comfortable." The young man was quite proud, gesturing with his hands and speaking vividly.
Beside him, the seven or eight children all opened their eyes wide and showed excitement. They were obviously attracted by the boy's story and wished they could take a breath of the cloud.
"Wang Ping, actually you are the one who should take a breath here. It's a pity that since God got angry five years ago, this mist has disappeared. Otherwise, ask your father to take you to take a breath to ensure that you don't get sick within ten years. ." The young man's eyes fell on one of the children.
This boy is about five or six years old. His face is pale, his body is weak, and he is obviously much shorter than other children. He has an extremely handsome appearance. If he wasn't looking so sick and sick at this moment, he would definitely look as cute as a porcelain doll. He was wearing a Gebu shirt, and his eyes were showing excitement at this moment. He said, "Brother Zhou, I will tell my dad when I get back in a while and ask him to take me to see it."
The young man laughed and said: "Uncle Wang is a good carpenter, but now that the fog in the Qilian Mountains is gone, how can I take you there? If you ask me, you might as well learn from me. Let's practice swordsmanship every day and keep fit." , and when he grows up, he will walk around the world with a sword!"
The young man¡¯s lofty ideals made the children around him look even more excited.
Just when the young man was also excited, smoke curled up in the mountain village, and calls came from every house.
The young man looked up and sighed: "Okay, today's martial arts conference will end first. After dinner, we can start it again."
With a trace of reluctance, the children dispersed. The child named Wang Ping walked towards the village. There was always excitement flashing in his eyes, and he sometimes looked back at Qilian Peak in the distance.
As he was walking, a big man came from the entrance of the village. This man was quite burly, holding a steel-forked arrow used by hunters in his hand, and carrying a deer on his shoulder.
The big man saw the child and said with a smile: "Little boy from the Wang family, are you going to have some kind of martial arts competition with that kid from my family again?"
The child nodded shyly and said, "Hello, Uncle Zhou."
The big man's smile grew stronger, he touched the child's head and said with a smile: "As expected, he is a child from a craftsman's family. Not only is he handsome, but he also knows more etiquette than that brat of mine. You have to go home, let's go. Uncle Zhou will go with you to discuss something with your father."
The child nodded quickly and walked towards home with the big man. Not long after, outside a simple house on the north side of the village, the child ran a few steps in and shouted: "Dad, Uncle Zhou is here. "
A young man walked out of the house. This man had an ordinary appearance, and there was nothing out of the ordinary about him. He was far from being as handsome as the child. Many times, when standing next to the child, most people would think that they were not father and son.
The young man was wearing coarse clothes and his hands were calloused. He walked out of the room and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou, you have a good harvest today."
The child ran into the room, took out a white flour steamed bun, came to the side of the young man, moved a small wooden stool, sat aside, and started eating bite by bite.
The big man surnamed Zhou put the deer on his shoulder on the ground, laughed and said: "Brothers of the Wang family, I met this deer as soon as I went up the mountain today. The harvest was not bad."
The young man smiled slightly, and his smile was very gentle. He touched the head of the child next to him and said with a smile: "With Brother Zhou's martial arts, it is not difficult to take the head of a deer."
The big man from the Zhou family smiled and said: "Brother Wang, my boy is not young anymore. In two years I will give him a wife. This house will be built soon. It just lacks a set of home furnishings. That's it." I need to trouble Brother Wang."
Wang Lin said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, brother Zhou, just don't worry."
The big man from the Zhou family smiled and said, "Okay, I'll pay the deposit for this deer first." After saying that, he clasped his fists and turned around to leave.
As soon as he left, the child on the stool jumped upThe eldest son of some cultivating families also has advantages. "
"I won't let him practice Taoism, not even in his life!" Wang Lin said softly with a trace of despair in his eyes.
"This kid's talent is very good" Sun Tai said after being silent for a moment.
"I won't let him practice Taoism!" Wang Lin's eyes fell on Sun Tai and said flatly: "Never!"
Cultivating the Tao, cultivating the Tao, and cultivating it to the end, what is left? Wang Lin asked himself that his life was unhappy and lonely. He would not let his children experience this path.
He knows too much about the cruelty, killing and danger in the world of cultivation.
"Ping'er has experienced a lot of things that shouldn't have happened. I named him Wang Ping because I hope that he can live a peaceful life like a mortal, marry a wife and have children, and spend his time quietly practicing Taoism from now on. , don¡¯t mention it again!¡± Wang Lin¡¯s voice revealed a determination that cannot be changed and will not change! (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com