The matter of this world, cannot escape from Samsara Life and Death, before Sun Tai looks is collapsing the father and son, on the face shows the smile, he at this moment, expression is serene, is burning slowly last life essence. 这世间之事,逃不出轮回生死,孙泰望着塌前的父子二人,脸上露出微笑,此刻的他,神色安详,缓缓的燃烧着最后一丝寿元。 Hears Wang Lin's to pledge, Sun Tai deep looked at his one eyes, this with the person of gratitude and grudges dispute, at heart, him at present seemed appeared again absent-minded, as if returned to several hundred years ago, in Immortal World of Rain...... 听到王林的承诺,孙泰深深的看了他一眼,把这个与自己恩怨纠葛的人,再一次记在了心里,他眼前好似出现了恍惚,仿佛回到了几百年前,在雨之仙界…… Pictures in his eyes forward slip, have framed finally , at present that tranquil, but slightly has in the old appearance. 一幕幕画面在他眼前滑过,最终定格在了眼前那平静但却略有苍老的容颜上。 „Among Life and Death, so short......” Sun Tai had a smile, has closed both eyes. “生死之间,原来是如此的短暂……”孙泰含笑,闭上了双目。 The Death Qi, in this flash rich to Peak, but actually in the next quarter, vanishes into thin air. 其身上的死气,在这一瞬间浓郁至了巅峰,但却在下一刻,烟消云散。 „Grandpa Sun......” in the Wang Ping eye flows off the tears, is looking at the Sun Tai serene appearance, sobs. “孙爷爷……”王平眼中流下泪水,望着孙泰安详的容颜,哭泣出来。 Wang Lin sighed lightly, feels the head of Wang Ping, in the eye flashes through light, looked through Life and Death, has completely understood Samsara, such matter, such as the threads of smoke floating clouds, saw, but will not remain at heart. 王林轻叹,摸着王平的头,眼中闪过一丝平淡,看破了生死,看透了轮回,如此之事,如烟丝浮云,看到了,但却不会留在心里。 The Sun Tai grave, in the Falling Moon Village back side of the mountain, the person who in the village died, will be buried in this. 孙泰的墓,在落月村的后山,村子里死去的人,都会被安葬在此。 tombstone, is Wang Ping carves, above writes: „The grave of Sun Tai”, inscribes for righteousness grandson Wang Ping. 墓碑,是王平所刻,其上写着:“孙泰之墓”,落款为义孙王平。 In Wang Ping at age 12, Sun Tai received him to be the righteousness grandson, regarding this, Wang Lin has not prevented, Sun Tai age originally is older than him, sufficiently becomes the Wang Ping grandfather. 在王平12岁那年,孙泰收他做了义孙,对此,王林没有阻止,孙泰年纪本就比他大,足以成为王平的爷爷。 Between him and Sun Tai, is the person of the same generation, even just like Wang Ping feeling such, regarding Wang Lin, Sun Tai from bone, an awe. 至于他与孙泰之间,则是平辈,甚至正如王平感受的那样,对于王林,孙泰从骨子里,有一种敬畏。 In the Sun Tai grave, not the corpse, his corpse, became altar/jar bone ash, had in Wang Lin's Storage Bag, this is he to the commitment of Sun Tai. 孙泰的墓内,并无尸体,他的尸体,已经成为了一坛骨灰,存在了王林的储物袋内,这是他对孙泰的承诺。 16-year-old Wang Ping, handsome uncommon, compared to Wang Lin, is older. 16岁的王平,英俊不凡,相对于王林,则越加苍老。 Passing of time, takes away the Wang Lin appearance at the same time, made in the village the Zhang Clan woman lose the interest of acting as a matchmaker, but along with growing up of Wang Ping, this interest, has placed on this child. 岁月的流逝,带去王林容颜的同时,也使得村子里张家妇人失去了说媒的兴趣,而是随着王平的长大,把这份兴趣,放在了这个孩子身上。 This Wang Ping has the wind of your father, although the look is handsome, but the conduct is actually extremely calm, usually words are not many, but both eyes has the wisdom to flash through. 只是这王平颇有乃父之风,相貌虽说英俊,但行事却是极为冷静,平日里话语不多,但双目却是有睿智闪过。 After Sun Tai walks, one year, on this day, in the Wang Clan yard, in the Wang Lin hand is taking the log, the carving of carefully, Wang Ping sits in the one side, tranquil is looking at own father, on father's face, there is a wrinkle, the vicissitudes are thicker. 孙泰走后一年,这一日,在王家的大院内,王林手中拿着木块,正仔细的雕刻,王平坐在一旁,平静的望着自己的父亲,在父亲的脸上,有了皱纹,沧桑更浓。 „Under carving, must go to the blade attentively, each blade, was the portray in the memory, name of the master craftsman only then so, can be called!” Wang Lin has not raised the head, light saying. “雕刻,要用心去下刀,每一刀,都是刻画在了记忆中,只有如此,才可以称得上的一个匠师之称！”王林没有抬头,平淡的说道。 Wang Ping nods, similarly takes up a log, the carving of carefully. 王平点头,同样拿起一个木块,仔细的雕刻起来。 In setting sun, father and son's silhouette by pulling is very long, their movements differ not much, the manner is extremely similar, along with falling of setting sun, silhouette is gradually pale, is only that charm, is actually eternal...... 夕阳中,父子二人的身影被拉的很长,他们的动作相差不多,就连神态都是极为相似,随着夕阳的落下,身影渐淡,只是那一丝神韵,却是永恒…… „Thought?” The setting sun falls finally, the dark color covers the earth, holds the lights in the courtyard, puts the chimney, Wang Lin tranquil saying. “想好了么？”夕阳最终落下,暗色笼罩大地,在院子内掌起灯火,放上灯罩,王林平静的说道。 Nearby Wang Ping, puts down the half-finished product statue in hand, is silent. 一旁的王平,放下手里的半成品雕像,沉默起来。 Wang Lin had not urged, sat in the one side, took up the Wang Ping statue, carefully looked, this statue slightly had the roughness, but has actually carved three points the charm. 王林没有催促,坐在了一旁,拿起王平的雕像,仔细的看去,这雕像略有粗糙,但却把神韵雕刻了三分。 The woodcarving carves, is Sun Tai, his face proud color/look, both eyes looks at the day, both hands have the seal Secret Art respectively, strange aura, in its condense, his under foot has a cloud layer, looks like quite expressive. 木雕所刻,是孙泰,他一脸傲色,双目望天,双手各有印诀在内,一股诡异的气息,在其身上凝聚,其脚下有朵朵云层,看起来颇为传神。 „Father, why you do not make me study these Immortal Magical Technique that Grandpa Sun leaves behind......” Wang Ping to lower the head, said in a soft voice. “爹,你为什么不让我学习孙爷爷留下的那些仙人的法术……”王平低着头,轻声道。 Wang Lin sighed lightly, Sun Tai at this matter, has not complied with own idea throughout, but taking advantage of receiving Wang Ping was in the righteousness grandson's situation, in secret the technique of instruction its cultivation. 王林轻叹,孙泰始终还是在这件事情上,没有遵从自己的想法,而是借着收王平为义孙的情况下,暗中传授其修炼之术。 All these, cannot hide the truth from Wang Lin's Mystical Ability, if not Sun Tai to teach the technique of Wang Ping path of cultivation moved life-force, he will not be ahead of time for four years, returning early. 这一切,瞒不过王林的神通,若非孙泰为了传授王平修道之术动了生机,他也不会提前了四年,早早的归去。 As the father, Wang Lin is not person of the acting arbitrarily, he is looking at Wang Ping, this child, inherited his mother Liu Mei appearance, along with own 16 years, has learned own tranquility. 作为父亲,王林不是一个专断之人,他望着王平,这个孩子,继承了其母亲柳眉的容颜,更是随着自己的16年,学到了自己的平静。 The brilliant glow in , when glittering, Wang Lin seemed saw another. 其眼中的睿智之芒,在闪烁之时,王林好似看到了另一个自己。 „Because of the path of cultivation life, does not suit you.” Wang Lin takes back the vision, said in a soft voice. “因为修道的人生,不适合你。”王林收回目光,轻声道。 On the Wang Ping face shows a smile, looks up the father, said: „These path of cultivation chant that father, Grandpa Sun teaches, I do not have to cultivate, did not have.” 王平脸上露出一丝微笑,抬头望着父亲,说道:“爹,孙爷爷传授的那些修道的口诀,我没有去修炼,一直都没有。” Wang Lin nods, all these he naturally knows, Sun Tai has taught the method of path of cultivation freely, is from beginning to end, Wang Ping has not gone to cultivation. 王林点头,这一切他自然知晓,孙泰尽管传授了修道之法,可是至始至终,王平都没有去修行。 „Father, you...... Are you also Immortal?” Wang Ping lowers the head, asks. “爹,你……你也是一个仙人吧？”王平低头,问道。 „It is not Immortal, is only cultivator.” In the Wang Lin eye reveals the vicissitudes, said slowly. “算不上仙人,只是一个修士罢了。”王林眼中露出沧桑,缓缓说道。 „Father's meaning, is makes my ordinary the life, but does not follow your footsteps, becomes cultivator, yes?” The Wang Ping silent moment, start to talk said. “爹爹的意思,是让我平凡的过一生,而不是追随你的脚步,成为一个修士,是么？”王平沉默片刻,开口道。 The bright moonlight of sky, gradually raises, the moonlight falls on the earth, gentle, shows for one moon/month the cold. The cool breeze raids, hangs in nearby chimney, was blown to rock, among causes the candlelight, flickering that also changes, mixes in the moonlight, covers the courtyard. 天空的明月,渐渐升起,月光落在大地,柔和中,透出一丝月的寒。清风袭来,挂在一旁的灯罩,被吹得晃动起来,使得其内的烛火,也变的忽明忽暗,夹杂在月光之中,笼罩院子。 „Yes.” Wang Lin puts down in the hand the carving of Wang Ping, the vision looks to the nighttime sky, the sound drifts from place to place. “是的。”王林放下手中王平的雕刻,目光看向夜空,声音飘忽不定。 „If...... Ping'er is not willing......” Wang Ping to raise the head, is looking at own father, this is in he 16 years of life, the first time, so spoke to the father. “如果……平儿不愿呢……”王平抬起头,望着自己的父亲,这是他16年的人生中,第一次,对父亲如此说话。 The Wang Lin vision fell on Wang Ping, has not spoken, but tranquil looked. 王林目光落在了王平身上,没有说话,只是平静的看去。 Time slowly pass by, the head of Wang Ping, low of gradually, as if not dare to look at the Wang Lin's vision. 时间慢慢过去,王平的头,渐渐的低下,似乎不敢去看王林的目光。 „The path of cultivation life, does not suit you! This matter, do not raise again!” Although the Wang Lin's sound is pale, may actually very be firm, is only in its both eyes, in place that Wang Ping cannot see, has flashed through a sorrow, this sorrowful, very thick...... “修道的一生,不适合你！此事,不要再提！”王林的声音虽淡,可却很是坚定,只是其双目内,在王平看不到的地方,闪过了一丝悲哀,这悲哀,很浓…… Wang Ping bitter and astringent saying: „Yes, the father, I cannot path of cultivation.” 王平苦涩的说道:“是的,父亲,我不会修道。” Wang Lin has not spoken, turns around to turn back houses, in moment that his body steps into, his sound conveys: „Ping'er, takes a drug.” 王林没有说话,转身走回房舍,在他身子踏入的一刻,他的声音传来:“平儿,吃药。” Wang Ping is silent, for a long time, sighed one lightly, the standing up body, entered in the room, his back some declines...... 王平沉默,许久,轻叹一声,站起身子,进入房间内,他的背影有些没落…… Father's dignity, had not revealed, is only in the heart of Wang Ping, is actually incomparable huge, he is incapable of revolting, can only comply with father's wish, ordinary, this life. 父亲的威严,并未显露,只是在王平的心中,却是无比的庞大,他无力去反抗,只能遵从父亲的意愿,平凡的,过这一生。 „Except for path of cultivation, the matter of this world, I can give you completely!” Wang Lin's sound, after Wang Ping drinks prescribes medicine lies when the bed, transmitting slowly. “除了修道,这世间之事,我可以全部给予你！”王林的声音,在王平喝下药后躺在床上之际,缓缓的传来。 Wang Ping closes the eye, has not spoken. 王平闭上眼睛,没有说话。 In the darkness, Wang Lin sits in the courtyard, is looking at the front jet black place, the sorrow in eye, flashes through once more. 黑暗中,王林独自一人坐在院子里,怔怔的望着前方的漆黑之处,眼中的悲哀,再次闪过。 Passing of time, in moonlight on such as this darkness is often same, when you will unable to see it to come, when will discover, moonlight fell on the earth. 岁月的流逝,往往就如这黑暗中的月色一样,你看不见它何时会来,发现时,月色已经落在了大地。 In an instant, passed away from Sun Tai, in the past three years. 转眼间,距离孙泰去世,过去了三年。 In this year, Wang Ping, 19 years old. He already thorough turned into a handsome youth, on the face immature, although also has, but if carefully did not look, is very difficult to see. 这一年,王平,19岁整。他已经彻底的变成了一个俊朗的青年,脸上的稚嫩虽说还有一些,但若不仔细看,却是很难看到。 His appearance, with Liu Mei, was getting more and more similar. 他的样子,与柳眉,也越来越相似了。 In comparison, Wang Lin, is older, 19 years of time, on his face, has left deeply the trace, 相比之下,王林,则更为苍老,19年的岁月,在他的脸上,留下了深深地痕迹, Arrives at this Falling Moon Village 19 th year in Wang Lin, he received in the family/home the thing, was bringing Wang Ping, departed. 在王林来到这落月村的第19年整,他收起了家中之物,带着王平,离去了。 When leaves, in the village Wang Ping with the childhood partner who grows up together, delivers, the major part is some girls, they are looking at the Wang Ping vision, has been full of the hidden bitterness. 离别之际,村子内与王平一起长大的童年伙伴,纷纷来送,其中绝大部分都是一些女孩子,她们望着王平的目光,充满了幽怨。 In this, particularly two Miss of that Zhou, are so. 这里面,尤其是那周家的二姑娘,更是如此。 Wang Ping to all these, actually turns a blind eye, his look inherited mother Liu Mei, but the disposition, is actually Inheritance in Wang Lin, regarding the female sexual attractiveness, looks is very light. 只是王平对这一切,却是视若无睹,他的相貌继承了母亲柳眉,但性格,却是传承于王林,对于女色,看的很轻。 19 years, in Falling Moon Village the birth and death, the first generation person dies of old age at the same time, new first generation gradually grows up, in the past when Wang Lin came this place these neighbors, in ten people, went to 34...... 19年的时间,落月村内生老病死,一代人老去的同时,新一代渐渐长大,当年王林来此地时那些邻居,十人中,去了34…… Zhou guy, body, although is as before hale and hearty, but actually obviously does not compare young, he stands by Wang Lin's at this moment, quite sigh with emotion saying: „Brother Wang Clan, nearly 20 years, were really in a flash quick, I still remember that in the past when you held Ping'er to come here, but at present, you actually must leave.” 周家大汉,身子虽说依旧硬朗,但却明显不比年轻,他此刻站在王林的旁边,颇为感慨的说道:“王家兄弟,一晃近20年了,真快,我还记得当年你抱着平儿来这里时的一幕幕,可眼下,你却是要离开了。” Wang Lin lightly smiled, temperate saying: „Big Brother Zhou, these years, has put to trouble to you, but the child grows up, must lead him to go out for a walk, has a look at heaven and earth.” 王林微微一笑,温和的说道:“周大哥,这些年,给你们添麻烦了,只是孩子长大,要带他出去走走,看看天地。” Zhou guy sigh with emotion sighed, the vision fell on the girls of distant place on Wang Ping that by the village was sphered, the forced smile said: „It seems like my family's Er Ya not that good fortune.” 周家大汉感慨的一叹,目光落在了远处被村中女孩们围住的王平身上,苦笑道:“看来我家的二丫没有那个福气了。” Wang Lin shakes the head, says with a smile: „Should be my family that boy, does not have the good fortune to be right.” 王林摇头,笑道:“应该是我家那小子,没福气才对。” Not far away, Wang Ping expression is usual, said in a soft voice: „You took care......” saying that he turned around to walk toward Wang Lin. 不远处,王平神色如常,轻声道:“你们保重……”说完,他转身向王林走去。 At this time, in the girl had a female, ran several, blushes, said loudly: „Wang Ping, you...... Will you later come also back?” 只是这时,女孩子中有一女,跑上几步,红着脸,大声道:“王平,你……你以后还会回来么？” Wang Ping footsteps, has not turned head, said in a soft voice: „Should unable......” 王平脚步一顿,没有回头,轻声道:“应该不会了……” Girl eyes one red, leaves behind two lines of teardrops, as if heard the brokenhearted sound. 女孩眼睛一红,留下两行泪珠,似乎听到了自己心碎的声音。 „I hate you! Wang Ping!” The girl sobs, turns around to run off. “我恨你！王平！”女孩哭泣,转身跑开。 Wang Ping frowned, arrives at side the father, has not spoken. 王平皱起眉头,来到父亲身边,没有说话。 Zhou Jia guy heaved a deep sigh, held the fist in the other hand to Wang Lin, said: „Brother Wang Clan, take care!” 周家大汉长叹一声,向王林一抱拳,说道:“王家兄弟,保重！” Wang Lin regarding this straightforward man, has the favorable impression very much, said with a smile: „Takes care!” Then, he turns around to move toward distant place, Wang Ping follows to follow on the heels, after going out of several steps, hesitant, turns head girl who looked in a that sob to go far away unceasingly, sighed, gradually went far away along with Wang Lin. 王林对于这个豪爽的汉子,很有好感,笑道:“保重！”说完,他转身走向远处,王平跟在跟在后面,走出几步后,犹豫了一下,回头看了一眼那哭泣中不断远去的女孩,叹了口气,渐渐随着王林远去。 „Father, these girls so are why troublesome, particularly that Zhou Ruotong......” overtakes father's footsteps, Wang Ping knits the brows to say. “爹,这些女孩为什么这么麻烦,尤其是那个周若彤……”追上父亲的脚步,王平皱眉道。 Wang Lin laughed, turns head to look at Wang Ping, inherited the Liu Mei look, handsome of Wang Ping, there is feeling of the Monster. 王林哈哈一笑,回头看了一眼王平,继承了柳眉的相貌,王平的英俊,有一种妖异之感。 „Don't you like that maiden/daughter of Zhou?” Saying of Wang Lin faint smile. “你不喜欢那周家的闺女？”王林似笑非笑的说道。 „Does not like, is only...... She cried a moment ago, my some did not abandon.” Wang Ping sighed.[() Read without pop-up window] “不喜欢,只是……刚才她哭的时候,我心里有些不舍。”王平叹了口气。[()無彈窗閱讀]