Villain: Whitewashing life, the queens turned against the water

Chapter 176 Peace and Peace, Peace and Peace!!

This year, Gu Pingan was twenty-three years old.

At the age of twenty-three, the childishness on his face had long been swept away, replaced by that resolute look.

His appearance is even more extraordinary, and his angular face is full of confidence.

Five years of travel at the end.

His state of mind was broader, but in the same way, witnessing the vastness of heaven and earth, his heart also became more magnificent.

“Dad, I want to cultivate…”

This was the third time Gu Pingan had spoken out about cultivation.

For the first time, at the age of ten, I heard the scenery of the monks and had infinite yearning in my heart.

The second time, at the age of fifteen, when he saw the people around him dying, he began to desire the monk’s power more and more.

The third time, at the age of twenty-three, he saw the vastness of heaven and earth, and in his heart, he wanted to conquer a higher heaven and earth.

Gu Changqing didn’t look at him, but calmly looked at the distant firmament: “You, Pi is suitable for cultivation.” ”

“Dad, why?”

Gu Ping’an’s face was full of unwillingness.

Gu Changqing turned his head, as before, did not speak, just quietly looked at Gu Pingan.

As time passed, Gu Pingan finally lowered his head again and said softly, “I know, Dad.” ”

Late at night.

Father and son sat opposite each other under the moon.

Gu Changqing spoke calmly: “Peace, eighteen years of ordinary life, five years of mountains and rivers, next, I promise you a lifetime of prosperity.” Joy, anger and sorrow, you must know it all, and the same is true of wealth and poverty. ”

Gu Pingan smiled bitterly: “Dad, is this compensation for you not letting me cultivate?” ”

“Yes.”

Gu Changqing said calmly.

His gaze crossed Gu Ping’an, looked into the distance, and a trace of sadness rose in a place where Gu Pingan could not see.

This sorrow is very thick, thick, no one knows, everything is secret, Gu Changqing can only hold it in his heart.

Although he knew that Gu Ping’an’s dedication to cultivation and a trace of resentment towards himself.

“Say, what kind of wealth do you want?”

“My father taught me that people should not be afraid of destiny. Since my father doesn’t want me to cultivate, then I want this mortal supreme. ”

“If you want, you can.”

Gu Changqing’s voice was calm.

“I don’t want the supreme at my fingertips, what I want, I built it myself.”

Gu Pingan grew up, and under the influence of Gu Changqing, he was no longer the little child who only knew how to obey his father, and he gradually had his own ideas.

If you want to be rich, you want the greatest in this world.

“Well…”

Gu Changqing’s finger pointed out, and a spiritual light did not enter the center of Gu Ping’an’s eyebrows: “I will give you a thing, with this thing, you can do everything.” ”

Ten years of service, twenty years of power in the world.

This year, Gu Pingan was fifty-three years old.

Now he is more than half a hundred years old, and his sideburns are already white.

Under a pair of sword eyebrows, there are star-like eyes, his appearance is still very handsome, the emperor robe is full of luxurious aura, and on his body, there is a majesty.

He had a knowledgeable, gentle woman as a wife and had children under his knees.

But he still couldn’t let go of his obsession with practice.

“Dad, I still want to cultivate.”

In the palace of the imperial court, Gu Pingan stared at the old man in front of him and said.

The old man shook his head lightly: “That road is not suitable for you.” ”

It’s still the same answer as it once was.

Gu Ping was unwilling, but under the gaze of those eyes, he finally lowered his head: “Okay, in this life, don’t cultivate.” ”

Gu Pingan left.

On the throne that ruled the world, his wife was puzzled: “Why do you always have to cultivate?” Wealth in the world, you have everything? Not satisfied yet? ”

Gu Ping’an’s eyes were stunned: “I cultivate, not for myself, but in order to be able to stay by my father’s side for a long time, my father’s life, too lonely…”

“But why, he never let me cultivate?”

In the life of mortals, a hundred years old is the end, but there are not many who can really live to be a hundred years old.

Time flies, and Gu Pingan is ninety-two years old this year.

Although his body is still very tough, he can clearly feel as if his life is coming to an end.

He was endlessly tired and seemed to want to sleep.

He has many children and grandchildren, and his family business is huge, and he lives to this moment, seeing that the descendants are full, and he has nothing to ask for.

But he, after all, still has something unknown.

Gu Pingan went to see Gu Changqing again.

The two old men, who looked gray, sat opposite each other and ate a meal calmly.

This meal lasted for a long time, until it was getting dark, Gu Ping’an put down his chopsticks, looked at his father, and had a thousand words in his heart, but at this moment, there was not a word to say.

“Pingan, what do you want to ask?”

Gu Changqing looked at Gu Ping’an and slowly spoke.

“Dad… I want to hear about it, mother…”

He finally stopped saying that he wanted to cultivate, and today, cultivation is no longer his obsession.

He got what he wanted in his life, and now he is dying, and it is his father who cannot rest assured.

His father was too bitter and lonely in his life, and now, even he will die, and he wants to know why his father is protecting him alone.

Gu Changqing was silent.

After a long time, his eyes showed remembrance, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and said softly: “Your mother, I hope that your life will be simple and happy, so I never allow you to cultivate.” ”

“It’s a long story…”

“Your mother, surnamed Jiang, is called Yun Li…”

Gu Pingan listened so calmly until the story was finished.

I don’t know how long has passed, Gu Pingan sighed lightly, and his eyes flashed complicated and abrupt: “It turns out that this is the answer to my father, so that I don’t want to cultivate in my life.” ”

“It turns out that my mother’s life is so miserable…”

Gu Pingan raised his head, a little suddenly, his voice was hoarse: “Dad, I’m so tired, I want to go back to the once calm place…”

A soft light flashed in Gu Changqing’s eyes.

After decades of being gone, father and son have finally returned to where they once were.

Gu Ping’an’s age is not young, and the years of his life flashed in his mind

His life, eighteen years of ordinary, five years of mountains and rivers, ten years of conquest, half of his life of mortal supreme, although shorter, but the degree of excitement, but far beyond the experience of ordinary people.

However, in the end, he chose to return to the original point, back to the plain.

Get up early every morning and carve wooden blocks in the yard.

He was finally able to calm down and carve, and finally had this patience, but there was a half-life difference in the period.

He took a carving knife, a knife, a knife, carving a trace of reminiscence at the end of his life, and what he carved was a man and a child.

The one-armed man pulls a child, and the child’s face is full of a satisfied smile, holding his father’s hand, revealing a feeling of attachment.

At the moment when this sculpture was completed, Gu Pingan’s life was completely over.

Right in that humble house.

Gu Pingan took Gu Changqing’s hand, and those old eyes were full of reluctance.

“Dad is right, life… It’s better to be plain, if you can choose, if there is an afterlife, I hope… Can live an ordinary life with my father in an isolated mountain village. ”

“Just be a carpenter. Just be a carpenter. ”

“Dad… I’m leaving, you take care…”

Gu Changqing pursed the corners of his mouth, feeling the gradually cold temperature on his hand.

Gu Ping’an’s body gradually lost its vitality, and his body turned into wisps of green mist, gradually dissipating between heaven and earth.

Dust to dust, soil to soil.

When he comes, a remnant soul, and when he goes, a green smoke.

Gu Changqing pursed the corners of his mouth without saying a word, and sat in this simple house all night.

Until dusk on the second day.

He glanced at the empty building where the people were going, and then slowly walked out.

His figure, in the sunset of the sunset, gradually from old, slowly changed, hair is no longer gray, gradually black, his slightly hunched body, gradually straightened, under the sunset, Gu Changqing ninety years ago, gradually towards the void.

He became young again, but the figure was a little weak.

He whispered, “Peace and peace, peace and security… I reincarnation, the end…. ”