Chapter 207

"You two really know each other."

Chen Xiaoming chuckled, poured a cup of fruit wine in his hand and pushed it to the old man's table.

"Elder, I haven't seen you in ten years. My style is still the same."

Wang Lin smiled gently, but he didn't dodge because Chen Xiaoming was speaking. Living next to the latter for more than ten years, Wang Lin has never really understood the latter.

At least in Wang Lin's view, the latter's cultivation is no less than that of the old, or even better.

The old man only had Wang Lin in his eyes. After staring at Wang Lin for a long time, his face was more strange. He sighed, showing a trace of appreciation in his eyes and said, "Hua Fan... You really changed fan!"

Wang Lin picked up the wine pot from the small pot, filled a glass, drank it and said, "I'm just struggling among mortals. There's no freedom from playing in the world."

The old man took a deep breath, took a sip of the fruit wine that Chen Xiaoming had just poured, and said, "I have seen countless God turning friars in my life, but you are the first one who can turn the world in ten years!"

Wang Lin didn't speak, and his mood didn't fluctuate. He just smiled and looked at the actor to rap.

The same is true of Chen Xiaoming. He doesn't care about the conversation between the old man and Wang Lin, but when he glances over the old man, Chen Xiaoming is thoughtful.

Wang Linhua is an ordinary person who experiences life, life and death. The old man plays in the world, and the world of mortals is happy and carefree.

Although they both realized the Tao in the world of mortals, they also had differences.

Just like the road you choose, you are also enlightened in the world of mortals.

"Take your time to see the play, elder. I'll leave!"

When Chen Xiaoming came back, Wang Lin's dialogue with the old man was over. He saw him saying, holding a wine pot, got up and left the restaurant.

The old man was stunned, then his eyes lit up and muttered to himself, "interesting."

"Elder, what you talked about just now is very interesting. Can you tell me what is artistic conception?"

Chen Xiaoming took a cup of fruit wine and asked the old man with a smile in his mouth.

The old man was stunned again. He turned around and looked at Chen Xiaoming seriously. His original serious expression suddenly became obscene.

"You see, this man is old and hungry. He can't remember anything."

Chen Xiaoming smiled gently, then called over quietly, then whispered a few words in his ear, then picked up the wine pot, got up and left.

"Please take your time, elder."

With a whisper to the old man, Chen Xiaoming directly left the restaurant and went to his own hospital, leaving the old man's deep eyes and constantly examining Chen Xiaoming.

He didn't feel any aura fluctuation from Chen Xiaoming, just like a mortal.

Yes, it's like, not a mortal, because from Chen Xiaoming, he actually feels the threat.

The whole rosefinch star, who can give him such a feeling, has no number of hands, so the old man was confused.

"Are you mortal or?"

The faint voice of words echoed, and the old man's figure disappeared silently. Everyone in the whole restaurant didn't notice it, as if the old man had never been here.

On the way back, Chen Xiaoming looked at Wang Lin leaving in front of him. He didn't make a sound, but went back to his own hospital.

This time, the restaurant made Chen Xiaoming realize in his heart that he seemed to be missing something.

Lying on the chair in the Medical Museum, Chen Xiaoming closed his eyes slightly and recalled carefully. Everything he had experienced in the past ten years was replayed in his mind. The more he recalled, Chen Xiaoming frowned and fell into confusion unconsciously.

At the same time, the old man and Wang Lin have left in Lao Wang's shop next door.

As time went by, Chen Xiaoming seemed to be asleep when he was lying in the chair.

He didn't wake up until Lao Wang and the old man came back next door.

"Boy, let me ask you, do you know the identity of the man next door?"

When Wang Lin came back with a hundred thousand miles, the old man's divine knowledge swept the next door and found that Chen Xiaoming was still asleep. He didn't notice any aura, just like a mortal.

I can't help it. The old man decided on Wang Lin. when he went to the restaurant, they sat together and might know.

"Hmm? Elder can't see through him?"

Wang Lin frowned and whispered softly. Although he and Chen Xiaoming lived next to each other, they did not have much intersection. In front of him, the old man's cultivation was all over the sky and could not see through each other. For a time, Wang Lin's inner guess was fulfilled.

"Fart, if I can see through, what else can I ask you to do?"

He scolded angrily. He thought he would win the cultivation in the middle of the period. Unexpectedly, he met an invisible cultivation on the rosefinch star, which was nothing but a arabian night.

"Well, sir, I don't know much about him, but I know that he is on the same road as me."

Wang Lin was silent and smiled bitterly. He had already seen the other party's profound cultivation and was taking the road of transforming the world. Since the other party didn't bother him, Wang Lin's character naturally wouldn't bother the other party.

"Sure enough!"

With a sound in his mouth, the divine consciousness swept over the figure next door, which could make him unaware. Either the other party's cultivation was higher than himself, or the other party had a treasure that could shield his divine consciousness.

But compared with the first case, he tends to the second case.

For a time, the old man's eyes twinkled with a trace of essence, which could shield the exploration of divine consciousness in the middle of winning the throne. Such a treasure is rare.

The old man's eyes fell into Wang Lin's eyes. He saw Wang Lin frown, hesitated and pondered in his eyes, and still spoke out.

"Master, his cultivation is above transforming God!"

Having seen the old man's straw hat, Wang Lin also thought about whether Chen Xiaoming had such a treasure. Just when he thought of seeing each other for the first time, it was clear that the other party's cultivation was higher than himself.

After all, the old man took him to understand the artistic conception of others. Wang Lin still opened his mouth to remind him.

The words fell, but a basin of cold water poured down, which made the old man wake up. With a little thought, he also recalled the feeling in the restaurant.

However, deep in my heart, I still don't want to believe that each other's cultivation is better than myself.

When the figure moved, the old man didn't say anything and disappeared directly, and Wang Lin didn't say anything again. He had reminded the old man how to choose. Wang Lin can't control it.

Wang Lin had just understood the artistic conception of others. At the moment, Wang Lin had thousands of thoughts in his mind and closed his eyes to feel it.

In the hospital on one side, Chen Xiaoming opened his eyes with a somewhat lost and dark color.

"Alas!"

With a sigh, even after reviewing his life for ten years, Chen Xiaoming still didn't touch the causal artistic conception, still didn't realize it, and still didn't find what he was missing?

"What is missing in my way?"