Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In the crowd, a man wearing a white cotton T-shirt, yellow-green shorts, and a pair of sandals was holding the awning with his hands, watching the excitement meaningfully.

'Sa! '

There was a sound of breaking wind, a crystal doll fell from the sky, one flickered, and then fell into a young man's bag.

Behind the young man, the watching man took a deep breath, sighed silently, then put on a smiling face, and patted the young man on the shoulder.

"...Hey, little brother, your backpack is not zipped properly!"

Hearing this, the young man turned his head, looked at the backpack, and quickly hugged it in his arms.

"...Little brother came for an interview?"

"...Uh...yes, I'm Lu Xiaoqian..."

"Ah, Lu Xiaoqian!!! Wang Xuebin!!! Come out!"

The yellow-haired man, as if stimulated by something, overturned the policeman who was on him, turned over, and roared loudly.

Hearing the roar of the yellow-haired man, the young man and the man who watched the fun were stunned, but in an instant, sadness and joy were divided into two colors, and the two were different...

……

In a mysterious wooden house somewhere, a man held a magic wand, and with difficulty pulled out a colorful glare from the center of his brow.

With the help of four philosophic stones, the colorful glare successfully merged with a crystal doll, and in an instant, the crystal doll shone brightly.

The man took a deep breath, raised his hand, everything in the wooden house disappeared, slowly raised his hand to pick up the crystal doll, stared at it, and whispered softly:

"...From today...you are no longer a copy of the silly girl, but the unique Xiaoyu...

I hope this emotion can bring you a different encounter as I expected... After all, we have already succeeded once... Isn't it? "

"Start up..."

"Chinese brand 2060 mobile phone—Xiaoyu, here to serve you, please enter the power-on password..."

"...to die...to live..."

Chapter 698 Death·Return

... You are walking on the plain, and suddenly you come across a wall head-on. This wall is infinitely high upwards, infinitely deep downwards, infinitely far left, and infinitely far right. What is this wall?

is death...

Death is an invisible wall, and it is the destination of everything.

It is like a shadow, always only one step away from you, waiting for you to take that step, fall into its deep embrace, and completely integrate with it...

No one can reject it forever, not in the world, not in gods who have transcended everything, and of course other beings like ants are also not good.

If there is really one thing in the heavens and worlds that can exist forever, then it should be death itself...

When life comes to an end and you come to it, it is hard for you not to crawl at its feet and set off a storm for its profundity and eternity.

Few people can muster up the courage in front of it, and use their own eyes to face its vastness, tolerance and tenderness.

And such tenderness, Wang Xuebin has been looking directly at it for 300 years...

It was a kind of darkness that was not depressing. From this lengthy darkness, he could see many colors that he had never seen in his life.

Just one step away from it, the gap between life and death...

He racked his brains to choose an appropriate name for each color, and he was so exhausted that he unknowingly reached the end of his words...

He clearly remembered every repeated color, and called out the names he gave them accurately, and greeted them in his own way, even though he never got any response, he still enjoyed it...

He used to tirelessly walk, run, climb, and dig along the wall, trying to find the end of it...

He recalled his memories over and over again, even if it was an experience he didn't like, he was reluctant to skip it, but patiently savored every detail...

He carefully sorted out the sundries in his space, then shuffled them up, and rearranged them in different ways, over and over again, never getting bored...

For 300 years, the rise and fall of a country is nothing more than that, but he stayed in that lonely darkness, tried his best to restrain his scattered consciousness, and kept his sanity clear...

His eyes slowly opened, in the present world, on the soft double bed, he was naked, quietly tucked into the pupa-like quilt, silently staring at the strange but familiar ceiling in front of him...

No hiccups, no dry cough, no physical discomfort at all, only strangeness, dullness and calmness...

He had imagined more than once what would happen to him after returning to the real world!

Is it sadness and depression?Is it manic?Or rusty and indifferent!

Now, he knows...

It's calm, it's just calm...

"...Na...Nana...Xiaoyu..."

"...In the fusion of artificial intelligence, please wait patiently for fifteen system days, the function can be restored after fifteen system days..."

"...still... still need ten...ahem...fifteen days..."

A flash of clarity flashed in Wang Xuebin's eyes, he cleared his dry throat, and swallowed hard the saliva overflowing from his mouth that was not controlled by the salivary glands.

For a long time, speaking, a basic skill for ordinary people, has become a little rusty for him.

No one can speak continuously for 300 years, even if he is a tuberculosis, and he is no exception. For the next 200 years, he often cannot speak two words in ten years.

If it weren't for the special state at that time, in the long period of 300 years, his lips, teeth, mouthpiece and teeth would have degenerated into a mass of useless protein...

Slowly lifted the quilt, slowly rolled over and got out of bed...

'Plop~'

His feet went limp and he fell to the ground.

There is no way, it has been more than 100 years since the last time I got up and walked...

There is no depression, no loss, just a calmness without a trace of waves. He also encountered the same thing when he got up and walked last time, and he had expected it...

With trembling hands leaning on the ground, he staggered to his feet, supported the wall, and tremblingly walked towards the bathroom in his memory.

When I came to the bathroom, I slowly sat on the edge of the bronze bathtub. As I remembered, I raised my trembling hand and gently turned on the exquisite faucet.

'Wow~'

The clear water flowed slowly into the bathtub, Wang Xuebin took a deep breath, turned over and lay down in the constant temperature bathtub, quietly watching the water surface submerge his head bit by bit.

Close your eyes lightly, and in an instant, the dark tide hits again...

……

'...Beautiful boy, I'm calling...Beautiful boy, I'm calling...Little boy, I'm calling...'

'Ding dong~ ding dong~ ding dong~'

'Boom boom boom...'

"Wang Xuebin, open the door!"

'Boom boom boom...'

"Wang Xuebin, open the door for my mother, if you don't open the door again, my mother will call the police!"

'Squeak~'

The door opened, and a thin man with a pale face without a trace of blood, half-length messy hair, wearing a pure white home clothes, looked over with his unwavering eyes.

In an instant, Li Mengyuan, who was originally high-spirited, was frightened back a few steps, but only for an instant, she put her hands on her hips and pushed back with her chest out.

"...What are you looking at? The phone calls are not answered, the messages are not returned. If it weren't for my old lady, I would still miss you. No one will know if you are dead or smelly..."

Li Mengyuan seemed to talk back, and said something like an explanation. Seeing Wang Xuebin's ugly face, she frowned, let him go, and walked straight into the room.

In the hallway, she took off her small and exquisite red high-heeled shoes, put on her special Pikachu cotton slippers that she took out from the shoe cabinet, and walked towards the living room with short legs.

Looking around, everything in the room has been arranged meticulously, as if the person living here is a highly obsessive-compulsive and cleanliness patient.

Li Mengyuan was almost ashamed to step on the ground where there was no dust, but there was no stain or wrinkle on the sofa, so she was really embarrassed to sit down.

Looking at the room, and at Wang Xuebin who followed behind him like a ghost, Li Mengyuan's heart trembled suddenly.

"... Wang... Wang Xuebin, are you... all right..."

Walking in, he neatly placed Li Mengyuan's small leather shoes on the shoe rack, raised his head, didn't speak, just shook his head silently.

"...You... are here for the company's funds..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Li Mengyuan did not answer, but stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, trying to find something strange from him.

Without waiting for Li Mengyuan to answer, Wang Xuebin continued to talk. He has already penetrated into the bone marrow of talking to himself. He used to be able to chat with himself for three days, but the words became boring after that...

"... For money... I have a group of oil paintings by well-known European painters here. You send them to the auction house in Hong Kong and send them all for auction.

You don’t need to wait for all the paintings to be auctioned, as long as the auction house’s estimate comes out, you can take the paintings to the bank as collateral first, and you can use the mortgaged funds to solve your urgent needs.

As for the others, it won't be long before I will bring in an investment, and by that time, all the financial difficulties will be solved..."

"Wang Xuebin!"

Suddenly, Li Mengyuan interrupted Wang Xuebin with her immature voice, looked at him with burning eyes, and asked seriously:

"...Who the hell are you? Have you possessed Wang Xuebin through time travel?"

"..."

Chapter 699 'I' is the first!

"... Watch the news more if you have nothing to do, watch less dramas, possess yourself? You can figure it out!"

The door opened, Wang Xuebin slipped Li Mengyuan's neck with one hand, and sent her out of the door.

"...After the painting, I will find someone to send it to the auctioneer. You should start contacting various banks first..."

'Boom! '

The door was locked, and the embarrassed Li Mengyuan was full of displeasure. She turned around and raised her hand to slam the door hard.

'Squeak~'

Before she could make a move, the door opened again, and a pair of little red leather shoes were thrown in front of her. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, the door closed again with a bang.

"……you……"

Outside the apartment door, Li Mengyuan's chest was heaving unceasingly, her face was flushed, she didn't know if she was angry from embarrassment, or just out of anger.

He glared fiercely at the door, clenched his teeth, and opened and closed his little nose, looking cute and interesting.

After a while, she turned her eyes and revealed a smile as if a fox had stolen a chicken.

He reached out and took out his mobile phone from his small handbag, found a number, turned around and walked out, and made a call.

"...beep beep beep hello?"

"...Hi~ Auntie, I'm Yuanyuan, do you remember me?"

"...Hey, remember, Yuanyuan, what's the matter? Is it because Binbin is self-willed and reckless, or is he bullying you again?

Just tell auntie, auntie will clean him up for you and make the decision for you! "

"No no……"

In the elevator, Li Mengyuan's face turned even redder, but this time the redness was three points more delicate than the redness just now.

"...Auntie is like this. For more than a week, I called him and sent messages to him every day, but I never received a reply. I came to my house to look for him because I was worried, but I found that his face was very ugly... ..."

As she spoke, Li Mengyuan's expression became serious.

After Li Mengyuan's voice fell, there was an oppressive silence on the phone. After an unknown amount of time, a deep and deep answer came from the receiver: "...I got it!"

Hearing these four words, Li Mengyuan acted as if she had received an amnesty, and hurriedly responded with a few sentences. The whole person looked around like a thief, shrunk her neck, stepped on her short legs, and fled towards the distance.

In the apartment, Wang Xuebin, who was sitting silently on the sofa in a daze, felt an inexplicable malice, raised his head and looked around, but couldn't find the source of the malice, so he shook his head and sighed softly, and walked towards the bedroom.

On the bed, Wang Xuebin rested his head on his folded hands, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, and after a long time, asked softly:

"...In other words, I still have developed 30.00% of my brain potential and my physical fitness is more than ten times that of ordinary people.

However, I have accumulated nearly a hundred energy and mana, all of which have been wiped out, right? "

"... That's right, but please don't be discouraged, the host. All this is only temporary. With your talent and realm, you will be able to recover and surpass your peak in about 50 years at most.

Compared with death, such a price is not an unacceptable result, is it? "

Listening to the system's words, Wang Xuebin closed his eyes gently, raised his legs, and swayed his feet leisurely.

"...Ha ha... discouraged? I have never been discouraged for a moment!