Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Beside the hospital bed, Wang Xuebin's eyes glowed with fluorescence, he stared at Lu Xiaoqian playfully, chuckled lightly, and shook his head.

"...Can you find me? Are you unable to find me? Or don't you want to? Have you really looked for it seriously?"

The thunderous sound dispelled the haze in the sky, and in an instant, the sky became clear again.

"Why didn't I look for it... I did! I've been looking for it for days, but I haven't found anyone!"

Lu Xiaoqian still shouted loudly, but for some reason, there was always an inexplicable lack of confidence in his tone.

"...Oh? Are you sure?"

"...I...Of course I'm sure..."

Lu Xiaoqian said stammeringly.

"...Then... why don't you follow the direction of the voice?"

"The direction of the sound?"

As Lu Xiaoqian said, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Are you crazy? Your voice is from the sky!"

"...Yes, it came from the sky...but...you can't fly?"

'Crack! '

In an instant, a deep and quiet crack opened in the sky, and a terrifying aura exudes from the crack, which makes people feel daunting.

"...you...you mean...are you in the crack?"

Beside the hospital bed, Wang Xuebin seemed to have seen something surprising, his brows were lightly raised, showing a look of surprise.

"...Oh, yes, I am in the crack, not only I am in the crack, but your parents, silly girl, Chuchu... everyone is in the crack... You... dare to come out and face it..."

Looking at the terrifying crack, Lu Xiaoqian's originally impetuous expression gradually faded, he lowered his head slightly, shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Dare? Hehe...Of course I don't dare..."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, and the sky and the earth instantly shattered into fragments that shone with milky white light. Each fragment was engraved with a stream of fluorescent green codes, and the colors were mottled and extraordinarily gorgeous.

"...But do I have a choice..."

'Ding Lingling~'

"Little Qian woke up!!!"

Chapter 663 Practice and Doomsday (Two in One)

"...Okay, I've come in now, please, Chuchu!"

"...Small matter, I have already greeted Mr. Wang, he is at home now, just go to him directly!"

"...Okay, I see, I'm almost at the door, hang up first!"

"...Success, then you go first, and I will contact you if there is anything else, bye!"

"Bye-Bye!"

Lu Xiaoqian hung up the phone, heaved a long sigh of relief, looked at the villa not far away, pursed his lips, and strode over.

In the tea room of the villa, a pot of hot water is being burned by smokeless charcoal, gurgling and steaming.

On the main seat, Wang Xuebin sat cross-legged there, concentrating on polishing a simple yet gorgeous sword.

The sword is inlaid with gemstones of various colors, and nine majestic dragons are engraved on it. If you are sensitive, you can feel the slightest bit of hostility and yin from the sword.

This hostile and negative energy is not because the sword has killed people, but when the sword was forged, someone once sacrificed their lives for the sword, and then buried the sword as a funeral object.

'Ding dong~'

"Enter!"

The clear and bright voice echoed in the villa, and Lu Xiaoqian was not surprised when he heard the voice that seemed to be close to his ears, he tidied up his appearance a little, and then simply pushed the door open and entered.

"...I'm in the tea room!"

Lu Xiaoqian, who had just changed his shoes and was about to ask a question, paused when he heard the voice, then shook his head and laughed at himself, and walked towards the tea room.

"...President Wang!"

"……coming!"

Seeing Lu Xiaoqian's arrival, Wang Xuebin didn't show curiosity or surprise at all, he picked up the teapot on the stove, made a cup of tea, and pushed towards the seat beside him.

"Sit down! This is Liubao tea from Guangxi, it's dark tea, the taste will be more mellow after brewing, try it, can you get used to it?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Lu Xiaoqian was not polite, and simply sat down on the seat, carefully picked up the teacup, blew hard twice, and then took a sip tentatively.

"……hiss!"

After entering the tea soup, Lu Xiaoqian couldn't help taking a sharp breath, his face twisted, and he quickly put the teacup in his hand back on the table.

"...Well, I don't feel anything other than being hot. It's so hot that my teeth hurt..."

Lu Xiaoqian covered his mouth and muttered, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, picked up the same hot tea, and poured it into his mouth in one gulp.

As if he didn't feel the heat, he muttered twice and swallowed it in one gulp.

"...Drink slowly, don't rush!"

As he spoke, he lifted the teapot again and refilled himself with a cup of tea.

"...Tea is the same as being a person and doing things. Whether it's good or bad, you have to try to judge for yourself. No matter how much others say, it's just nonsense. Just listen to it, don't take it seriously!"

Saying that, Wang Xuebin took the sword on the table aside, glanced at Lu Xiaoqian who was paying attention, and said with a smile:

"...It was given by a friend to offset the debt. It is said that it was the Nine Dragon Sword buried with Emperor Qianlong, and it was worth [-] million yuan..."

Hearing this number, Lu Xiaoqian couldn't help showing a look of surprise, staring at the sword, and said with a sigh:

"Hey! I also said that my little money is already great, but compared with yours, my little money is not enough to buy your scabbard..."

"...Hahaha, this thing is not mine, it is the wealth of everyone in China. I have already contacted the Palace Museum. If there is no accident, you will be able to see it there next week!"

Hearing this, Lu Xiaoqian was in awe, couldn't help giving a thumbs up, and sincerely praised:

"... Awesome! You are this one!

I can't blame you for being the richest man, Chu Chu is right, staying with you, in terms of moral awareness, will indeed make people feel ashamed!

If I were you, I definitely wouldn't be able to donate it so simply..."

Wang Xuebin just smiled and shook his head when he heard the words, put the sword into the box, and closed the lid of the box.

"...That's because your practice is not enough. When you reach the point of practice, you can make such a choice. It's not a big deal..."

"Practice? Are you talking about the kind of mythology in which Sun Wukong followed Bodhi's ancestor? The kind that finally cultivated to become a fairy?"

Hearing this topic, Lu Xiaoqian couldn't help but move the futon under the seat, leaned forward, and asked with interest.

"No! It's not!"

Wang Xuebin shook his head slowly, raised his hand, and a blue flame slowly burned in his palm.

The moment the flame appeared, the temperature in the room suddenly soared, and the air became distorted under the burning of the flame.

Seeing that the temperature was getting higher and higher, Wang Xuebin raised his other hand slightly. In an instant, there was a gust of wind, and the surging wind flowed out of the window with the high temperature, and the room returned to its original coolness.

"...What you are talking about is a method! It is a technique! It is a supernatural power!

Cultivation is the way, it is the root, it is the thought, it is the concept, it is to eliminate the false and preserve the true! "

As he spoke, with a light wave, the flame dissipated.

"... Great practitioners don't necessarily know spells, and those who know spells don't necessarily have to be great practitioners!"

Seeing Wang Xuebin's gestures and gestures, Lu Xiaoqian couldn't help being stunned. Although he had guessed that the other party was not an ordinary person, he never thought that the other party would simply stop being a human being.

How is this magical method different from monsters like Zhu Bajie and Huangmei?

"Clarity of thinking can allow you to see the essence of the world clearly, spells and supernatural powers are just means for you to transform the world after seeing the essence of the world!

The relationship between them is like the mass-energy formula and nuclear weapons. No matter how powerful nuclear weapons are, they will never be as important as the mass-energy formula!

The formula is fundamental, but nuclear weapons are just a use of the formula by people..."

Listening to Wang Xuebin's explanation, Lu Xiaoqian nodded thoughtfully, then raised his head, and asked with some embarrassment:

"...Then... Wang... Mr. Wang, I wonder if I can learn how to practice with you..."

"...Practice?"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin couldn't help raising his eyebrows and looked over with a smile.

"...What? Do you feel insecure now?"

Lu Xiaoqian hesitated for a moment when he heard the words, looked at Wang Xuebin with deep eyes, and finally nodded.

"It's true... without silly girl, I really feel insecure..."

As Lu Xiaoqian said, he pursed his lips nervously, and took a sip of the warm tea on the table.

Looking at Lu Xiaoqian who was using a jerky manner to hide his uneasiness, Wang Xuebin shook his head slightly with regret.

"...It's not that I'm stingy and don't want to teach you, it's that you can't imitate my way at all!"

As he spoke, he picked up the teapot, refilled a cup of tea for Lu Xiaoqian, sighed softly, and said earnestly:

"Cultivation is never something that can be achieved overnight. It is like drinking tea. Each person has his own taste and method!"

Wang Xuebin picked up his teacup, made a slight gesture, and drank it in one gulp. Seeing Lu Xiaoqian's slightly disbelieving expression, he exhaled, pointed at the villa where he was, and said softly:

"Whether it's Buddhism or Taoism, the so-called practice is just to cut off one's attachment to desire!"

"Cut off desire?"

Lu Xiaoqian couldn't help frowning.

"If there is no desire, how is it different from a stone? Without desire, there will be no motivation for progress, and society will become a pool of stagnant water?"

"Ha ha……"

Hearing Lu Xiaoqian's words, Wang Xuebin smiled and shook his head.

"It's not that there is no desire, but that there is no attachment and desire!"

As Wang Xuebin said, he raised his hand and tapped the table lightly, shaking his body slightly, and said with emotion:

"Desire is the driving force for progress, but desire is also the root of pain. There are eight hardships in life, and the most you can't wish for!

Having a desire that doesn't match your ambition is the most painful thing in life. The so-called high can't be achieved, low can't be achieved, that's it! "

Wang Xuebin supported the table, stood up slowly, stretched his waist, and said with emotion:

"I used to have many, many attachments. At that time, I was still young and a fat man. My greatest wish was to lose weight and build a good figure!"

Said, Wang Xuebin spread his arms, revealing a slender and vigorous figure.

"I did it, I lost weight, and I never gained weight again. After that, I developed a vengeful heart and put back all the beautiful clothes I didn't wear in the past!"

Wang Xuebin had a funny expression on his face, his eyes were full of nostalgia, and the corner of his mouth showed a gentle arc.

"...I spent a lot of energy and thought to get a suit that is unique in the world. It is powerful and beautiful!"

On the side, Lu Xiaoqian listened carefully, completely immersed in Wang Xuebin's narration, with a pair of big eyes, moving along with Wang Xuebin's steps in a daze.

"...But when I made that dress, I discovered that my desires will change with the changes I experience!

So, even though the dress was very nice, I never really wore it once, it kept collecting dust in my closet, and I didn't even look at it again!

Since then, I have realized that the attachment to desire cannot make me feel happy, and the attachment to these will only make me miss more scenery!

So, I began to try to slow down my pace, to experience all kinds of different things, and not to be attached to the desire itself! ! "

Hearing this, Lu Xiaoqian frowned slightly, as if realizing something, he took a deep look at Wang Xuebin.

On the side, Wang Xuebin continued to pace and talk as if he didn't realize it.

"I have done charity, disturbed the situation, sat and discussed with gods, and fought with ghosts. When I am no longer obsessed with desire itself, I own the whole world!"

Said, Wang Xuebin stopped, turned around slowly, looked at Lu Xiaoqian who was frowning thoughtfully, and said softly:

"Cultivation is the same. Pick it up, put it down, understand what you are doing now, do one thing well in your life, and do one thing well for the rest of your life. This is practice, and there is nothing difficult!"

Wang Xuebin sat back on the futon again, picked up the teacup and drank it down.

"I can teach you spells, but I can't give you practice.