Chapter 116

The woman is standing under the stairs, but it seems that there is no ladder behind her. Wherever she is, she will be with the sky.

Ling Yun stood far away, "mother..."

In the center of Lingyun's eyebrows, the sword spirit and spirit gather together. The woman's golden eyes are still indifferent, and there is no meaning to appreciate them. It seems that this is what should have happened.

Only when she saw the man standing beside Lingyun, did the woman slowly say, "Linglin, don't you regret it?"

"If you can get the help of your predecessors, you will be invincible in the world. Of course, it's his," said Ling Linlin, bowing down. "The Ling family is willing to contribute to the world."

"What day is he really disappointed?" The woman asked indifferently.

Ling Lin smile, spit out decades of melancholy, straightened some rickets back, "then let him instead of many disappointed people, to blame all sentient beings, until the body died, the soul is broken!"

"It's ridiculous and pitiful. Success is also the world's accusation. Failure is also the opposition to all living beings. Is he willing?" The woman asked again.

Ling Lin Lin waves his hand, and the scene of Ling Yun's heart sea emerges. The woman glances at it and says indifferently: "Nanye Liangcheng, where can I wait for him? I'll really take this road at that time."

"Are you dead?" The woman asked, for thousands of years of loneliness, sometimes listening to the stories of later generations is certainly a good comfort.

Ling Lin nodded, looking indifferent, "almost can't die."

I almost can't die.

For those who know Ling Linlin, it is extremely ridiculous; For those who really know his roots, how confident and proud he is.

Ling Linlin's road has really endangered the foundation of Buddhism, Taoism and demons. After his immortality, the Buddha, the Taoist, the demon master and the most holy ancestor, there will be another one who will establish a religion and be called the ancestor, and change the situation of the world completely.

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Lingyun returns to the real world again. On the Xingyu River, there is a figure he is familiar with. His back is rickety and thin, but his eyes are bright. "Lingyun, will you accompany dad again?"

"Good!" Ling Yun said with a smile, there is no good sad, Miss must not be sad, should be happy.

Father and son walked side by side, Ling Linlin said with a smile: "you were smart when you were a child. When you run more, you always want to be lazy and try your best."

"I've grown up, Dad." Ling Yun said triumphantly, he compared his height, took out the sugar gourd from the wine gourd and handed it to Ling Linlin.

Ling Linlin stretched out his hand, sugar gourd passed through his palm, fell into the water, Ling Yun Leng Leng, said with a smile: "nothing, I can earn money now, a bunch of sugar gourd can afford."

Ling Yun waves his hand bravely. Ling Lin smiles. How can his children be so sensible.

"Grown up..." Ling Lin said softly, "along the way, but there have been many interesting things?"

"Yes, there are many things," Ling Yun told Ling Linlin one by one. It seems that he couldn't finish what he said. He didn't want to finish what he said. In Qingquan Town, Hongye villa, he said that there are many things about the female ghosts in the mountain. "The only bad thing is that I didn't do well in many things."

Ling Yun takes out the wine pot and just wants to have a drink. Then he looks at Ling Linlin. Ling Linlin says with a smile: "men's heroism is mostly in the wine." Ling Yun then looked up and took a big drink. In fact, he wanted his father to blame him, even if he hit him as a child.

Ling Linlin reaches out his hand to Ling Yun. Ling Yun shakes his head, but Ling Linlin insists on it. Ling Yun throws the wine pot and is ready to hover in the air. Ling Linlin drinks with his head up. The wine passes through his body and falls into the Xingyu river. As the river flows to the distance, Ling Linlin's figure gradually dissipates. Ling Yun says with a smile: "Dad is really a good drinker!"

"Putong"

The wine pot falls in the Xingyu River, and the human shadow disappears after all. It turns into a human spring breeze. It goes far away and seems very close. Lingyun falls on the bank, squats by the river, and the grass is leaning on it. The wanderer thinks about his relatives, and his relatives are no longer there.

He buried his head between his legs, holding his legs in his hands, and raised his head for a long time. Ling Yun looked up at the sky and said, "I'm fine, really."

His tone was as calm as a lake, without any waves, but he was very sad.

Ling Yun holds a wine pot in his hand, and all the wine is poured into the Xingyu river. Ling Yun leaves with both hands on his back. Since childhood, he has watched the people around him leave one by one, helpless and unable to keep anything. If he is still sad, it will be enough for him to be sad for hundreds of years. When Ling Yun grows up, he will not be sad.

Back at Zheng Shang's home, Zheng Shang is already drunk and lying on the ground. Ling Yun shakes his head and sighs. He mentions Zheng Shang, throws him on the bed and goes to sit in the yard.

Zheng Shang is afraid that he can't get out in a few days. Ling Yun doesn't mean to blame Zheng Shang, but he just feels sorry for him. His son wants to support him, but he doesn't want to treat him. Yin and yang are separated. It's the saddest thing. He doesn't want to persuade Zheng Shang. He needs to survive some things, just like his adoptive mother said, "as you grow up, the elders will grow old, and then send them back to the mountain one by one, Life is like this. "

When we grow up, we always see people close to us leave one by one, and then when it's our turn, the same is true.

This is not only true of all talents, especially among the monks. If some people are not there, they will not be. There will not be another such person now or in the future.

Ling Yun stretched a stretch, the sky turned white, the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs are still the same, people's cooking smoke chat, corn town is really like a paradise, naturally more extraordinary.

It is not a coincidence that the husband and father, the woman who looks similar to himself, appear on the Xingyu river. Ling Yun jumps on the plum tree. The plum blossom is ready to bloom. He goes into the kitchen and starts to cook porridge. If his parents are still here, this life should be the best one. Ling Yun is never the kind of ambitious person. He used to be, Now it is, and it will be.

Just walk on some road, there is no turning back to speak of, in the end is freedom, or helpless?

Xiaomi porridge is the most nutritious. After Ling Yun cooked it, he kicked Zheng Shang up and said, "drink some porridge. If you want to drink it, you can continue to drink it. If you want to sleep, you can continue to sleep. Anyway, don't break down."

"It's hard for you and me to know the concerns of people who have left. But what they think when they are alive is probably what they should know. It's just that their children live better. You are always like this. If they really know, how sad they would be." Ling Yun said softly.

Zheng Shang indifferent said: "you have not experienced, you say light."

Ling Yun looks a Leng, gently smile, "porridge I put here for you, the truth over and over again is like this, you listen to is a good thing, do not listen to I say no more useless, I have been in Linzhou a lot of time, you better, I intend to leave."

"I'm not stopping you now." Zheng Shang said indifferently.

Ling Yun shook his head and threw his fist at Zheng Shang, "then don't go away."

When he stepped out of the door, Ling Yun thought about it and wrote a letter to Zheng Shang. He could always see that his close relatives had gone to heaven, but the wanderer had not yet returned. It's a great pity in life.

It's true that he has never tasted a kind of taste, but the essence of human beings is the separation between life and death. The best answer to those who have passed away is to be open-minded and let go.

Ling Yun really left. Before he left, he asked Daniu to take good care of Zheng Shang. In a short time, he can't slow down. He has a lot to do.

But Ling Yun was really sad by Zheng shangna's words. He really didn't mean to say it, but the listener did. Ling Yun had never experienced such an experience as Zheng Shang, but he had seen many people die since he was very young. He was already in the agony of tearing his heart and lungs. He watched people who loved and protected himself pass away, in the long river of time, Without a trace of spray, his grief, also can not turn the waves.

In such a world, no one will even care. The bigger gravel of lingwangfu suddenly disappeared, and no one will care.

After a long journey, Ling Yun went out of the border of Huangting Kingdom and entered a mountainous area. It was sparsely populated and desolate. There was only one Inn standing in the yellow sand.

It used to be a place with beautiful scenery. Later, it was said that there was a battle between immortals, which led to the barrenness of grass here. It was also said that there were demons making trouble and no one accepted them, which led to the current situation. Anyway, most of the tourists had to avoid this place, or it was because of the strange place that there was no way to solve it; Or it's just that it doesn't look good, and the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.

Ling Yun didn't really plan to pass by here. He just took a look at it from a distance. There are many things he can't do. There are more things he doesn't care to manage because he doesn't have enough ability.

Lack of strength to do something that is not the strength should do, after all, is not very good, not to seek good fortune and avoid evil, but to stir up the foundation of the general situation.

But a group of people came from a distance. They were carrying swords and swords. They were wearing amulet armour. There were nearly 100 people in the group. The team was extremely large and they all went to the inn.

Ling Yun raises his eyebrows slightly. It doesn't mean that few people come here. How come there are so many people when he comes here? He wants to go to Fuyao state now. He doesn't want to delay more things on the way. If he can leave quickly, he can leave quickly. It's cheaper to live in the open air. Of course, it's better not to go to the inn.

Lingyun makes a detour. This desert is not very big, but it will take three or four days to finish. However, Lingyun is on the side, and the detour will not be too far.

If the friar controls the wind or the sword, he can arrive in half a day at most. Ling Yun doesn't have any chance to resist the wind. Although the Wujing Wufu is strong and powerful, it's always a good thing that he doesn't show his wealth and strength when wandering in the Jianghu. Besides, a few more steps will not get in the way.

It's the direction of Fuyao prefecture to go from the corn town to Bei. Out of the edge of the desert, there is a mountain forest with beautiful scenery. Compared with the desert nearby, it's like the contrast between a rough man and a small, lovely and gentle girl.

There are rivers and streams in the forest, with luxuriant vegetation, butterflies dancing and warblers flying. Ling Yun takes a handful of clean water to wash his face, takes out dry food, burns hot water, and begins to have dinner. His present state, martial arts physique, needs more food than before. The important thing is that he is short of Qi and blood. He has suffered the old man's kindness or malice, None of this is difficult.

A woman is standing on the other side of a stream. In a place like this, a woman suddenly appears. If she is not a human friar, she is a stream of spirits and ghosts. But Ling Yun has gone a lot, and she has a lot more knowledge. She is not too frightened.

"Can I come and sit down?" The woman's voice is so ethereal that it sounds very comfortable.

Ling Yun nodded, "at will."

The woman sat not far away from Lingyun, with sword and sword on her back. She was better dressed in white than snow, but she ate people's fireworks. She was very scholarly, thin and ugly. She didn't look like an ordinary scholar, but she couldn't say anything strange.