Wang Li: "I am only a teenager, and you are already over a hundred."
"This is not how you compare the lifespans of demons and humans!"
The two of them were bickering when suddenly a milky white light beam fell from the sky and enveloped the three people and the dog.
Without any further thought, the beam of light swept them up quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Such movement also suddenly attracted countless eyes on the hanging mountains, many of which were filled with envy and even jealousy.
Wang Li felt his eyes blurred. After his vision recovered, the world was completely different.
This is a fairy mountain hanging high above the sea of fairy clouds. It is much larger than the ones Wang Li saw just now. It is like a small landmass floating in the sky.
There are red bricks and blue tiles, columns holding the top, shimmering light, and the palace stretches.
There are forests, lakes, lingering streams, spiritual animals inhabiting, and cranes flying around.
The king carp is located in front of the core main hall. The wide square at the foot is paved with bluestones and carved with exotic animals. In the center is a huge Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram.
Directly in front of Wang Li are nine steps made of white jade. Above the jade steps, in front of the main hall, are two people.
One of them is Wang Xiao, the father whom Wang Li is very familiar with. However, his appearance at this time is not completely different from any time in Wang Li's memory.
In the past, Wang Xiao, as a military prince of a country, established himself with military force and gained merit through battle. Even at home, he would always wear fancy clothes to show his might.
But at the moment, he changed into a blue and white Taoist robe, with misty cloud patterns on the collar, cuffs, hem and other places. His long hair was tied up and there were two long black hairs on each side of the temples, perfectly showing off that heroic appearance.
He has vigorous hair and a fresh and handsome face. His temperament is as graceful as the wind, floating like an immortal. How can you still see the appearance of a mortal military prince?
Wang Li took just one glance and discovered another problem.
Wang Xiao was originally in his thirties or forty years old. He had been fighting abroad all year round and had gone through many hardships. Although he was still a warrior, he could not escape the vicissitudes of life. But now, Wang Xiao seemed to have washed away all his glory and faded away from his mortal body. He looked just like a normal man.
Being in your twenties is a good age to be in your prime of life!
If you look carefully, this face with eyebrows like ink paintings, eyes like dots of paint, face like a pile of flowers, and clear outlines like a sculpture, seems to be what Wang Li will look like when he grows up.
Wang Li looked at him and couldn't help but feel that it seemed very likely that he and Wang Xiao would become superficial brothers in the eyes of others in the future.
At the moment, this father, who had been separated from him for more than a month, was looking at him with great longing and love, and the smile on his lips was as natural as it could be and could not be wiped away.
Wang Xiao was standing slightly further back, and in front of him was a middle-aged man.
The Taoist robe is wide and has long sleeves, but it cannot hide his spiritual aura like a jade pillar holding up the sky.
There is no need to go into details about his appearance. We only need to estimate Wang Xiao's appearance to around forty. Of course, his actual age is much higher than this.
The most obvious difference is not the few extra wrinkles on the face, nor the vicissitudes of life in the eyes, nor the few streaks of white hair that have been carefully combed.
His eyes locked onto Wang Li's face for the first moment after he appeared. A strange red light suddenly appeared on his mature and steady face, and a clear layer of crystal clearness instantly filled his eye sockets.
His excitement was beyond words, and anyone could easily feel his deep longing and attachment.
Wang Kuo.
Wang Xiao's father and Wang Li's grandfather.
Wang Li's memory of him was very vague. He only vaguely remembered that when he was a child, his grandfather always liked to carry him to places different from the capital city. He and his grandfather had seen all kinds of people and things in the city together.
I have heard my grandpa tell many bizarre stories, and I have also seen my grandpa getting angry at doctors who came from all over the country, and even pointed at my father's forehead and yelled curses.
This vague-looking old man seems to have given all his tenderness to him, and naturally there will be no benefit to others.
Just, one day in a certain year.
After Wang Li woke up, he never saw him again.
At this moment, we meet again.
Originating from the dual attraction of blood and soul, without any prerequisite emotional mobilization, it surged up like a tsunami in an instant.
Without realizing it, Wang Li's two lines of hot tears flowed down uncontrollably. He canceled all the states, completely relaxed his knees that were originally stretched to death, knelt on the ground, and was about to kowtow.
But just when his forehead was about to come into close contact with the ground, Wang Kuo on the nine jade steps suddenly appeared in front of him as if teleporting.
Regardless of anything else, Wang Kuo leaned over and quietly held Wang Li's arms with both hands, pulling him up.
The four eyes meet each other, no words are needed, the blood is deep, and the tears come in pairs.
Wang Kuo stretched out his hand and gently stroked Wang Li from his forehead to his cheek, his lips trembling and said: "My dear grandson, you have grown up!"
Wang Li just nodded and said softly: "Grandpa."
"Grandpa is here." Wang Kuo responded repeatedly and said uncontrollably: "From now on, our family is together again. From now on, our grandfather and grandson will never be separated again."
Beside him, Wang Xiao, who had just arrived, stopped and looked at them with a look of helplessness but as if he was used to it.
After a while, the grandfather and grandson wiped away their tears, and Wang Kuo suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect those old bald men at Bailong Temple to have some skills. Even if they don't learn this skill very well, otherwise, they wouldn't have let my good grandson suffer for fourteen years!"
When Wang Li heard this, his heart moved slightly. But it was obviously not a good time to ask questions at this time, so he could only press it down for now.
Wang Xiao took a step forward in time: "Father, Li'er has recovered and has returned to the path of spiritual practice. Today's family reunion is a triple blessing. We should celebrate it."
Wang Kuo heard this, glanced at him sideways, and said disdainfully: "You don't have to say this? Do you think that the spiritual object I collected a few days ago is to welcome you?" As he said that, he suddenly put on a doting look.
Face, he leaned down to smile at Wang Li again, narrowed his eyes, and said as if to please: "Of course it is to welcome my most adorable grandson!"
For a moment, Wang Li felt a little nauseous and found it difficult to adapt. This chapter has been completed!