Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"...Okay, I'm already in now. Please trouble you, Chuchu!"

"...A small matter, I have already greeted Mr. Wang. He is at home now, just go find him!"

"...Okay, I understand. I'm almost at the door, so I'll hang up first!"

"......Okay, then you go first, contact me if you have any questions, bye!"

"Bye-Bye!"

Lu Xiaoqian hung up the phone, breathed a long sigh, looked at the villa not far away, pursed his lips, and walked over with big strides.

In the tea room of the villa, a pot of hot water was burning with smokeless carbon, and the misty water vapor was gusping.

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

The sword is inlaid with various gems and is carved with nine majestic dragons. If it is sensitive, you can still feel a trace of hostility and yin energy from the sword.

This evil spirit and yin energy were not killed by a sword, but when the sword was forged, someone once sacrificed his life to the sword, and then he used the sword as a burial object to bury it. The sword was so clear that it was just a dusty place.

‘Ding Dong~’

"Enter!"

The clear voice echoed in the villa. When Lu Xiaoqian heard the sound that seemed to be close to his ears, he was not surprised. He slightly tidied up his appearance and 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, heard the sound, paused, then shook his head and laughed at himself, and walked towards the tea room.

“…Mr. Wang!”

“…Here you come!”

Seeing Lu Xiaoqian's arrival, Wang Xuebin had no curiosity or surprise at all. He picked up the teapot on the fire, brewed a cup of tea, and pushed it towards the seat beside him.

"Sit! This is Liubao tea from Guangxi, which is black tea. After cooking, the taste will be more mellow. Can you taste it? "

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Lu Xiaoqian was not polite, so he simply took the seat, carefully picked up the teacup, blew it hard twice, and then took a tentative sip.

"……hiss!"

When the tea soup was in its mouth, Lu Xiaoqian couldn't help but take a sudden breath, his face twisted, and he quickly put the tea cup in his hand back on the table.

"...I feel nothing except hot, my teeth hurt..."

Lu Xiaoqian covered his mouth and muttered. Wang Xuebin, who was beside him, couldn't help but shake his head and smiled, picked up the same hot tea, and poured it into his mouth.

It seemed that I couldn't feel the heat, so I mumbled twice and swallowed it.

“…Drink slowly, don’t worry!”

As he said that, he lifted the teapot again and added a cup of tea to himself.

"... Tea is the same as doing things, whether it is good or bad, you have to try to judge it yourself. No matter how much others say, it is nonsense, just listen, don't take it seriously!"

As he said that, Wang Xuebin took the sword on the table aside, looked at Lu Xiaoqian, who was eyeing him, and said with a smile:

"...... The friend gave it to you and used to pay the bill. It was said that it was the Nine Dragon Sword that was buried with Emperor Qianlong, which was worth 7600 million..."

Listening to this number, Lu Xiaoqian couldn't help but look surprised, stared at the sword, and said in sighing:

"Wow! I also said that my little money is already amazing, but compared with you, my little money here is not enough to buy your scabbard..."

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

Hearing this, Lu Xiaoqian was solemn, couldn't help but give a thumbs up, and sincerely exclaimed:

“…Awesome! You are this!

I can’t blame you for being the richest man. Chuchu is right. If you stay with you, your moral awareness will indeed make people feel ashamed!

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

When Wang Xuebin heard this, he just smiled and shook his head, put the sword into the box, and covered the lid of the box.

"...That's because your practice is not enough. When you reach your practice, you can make such a choice, and it's no big deal..."

"Cultivation? Are you talking about the kind of practice that Sun Wukong followed Bodhi Patriarch in mythological novels? The kind that finally practiced to become an immortal?"

When Lu Xiaoqian heard this topic, he couldn't help but move the cushion under his seat, leaned forward, and asked with interest.

"No! Not!"

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

The moment the flame appeared, the temperature in the house suddenly soared, and the air turned into a twisted posture under the burning of the flames.

Seeing the temperature getting higher and higher, Wang Xuebin raised his other hand slightly. In an instant, a strong wind surging, and the surging wind flew out the window with the high temperature, and the room returned to its original coolness.

"...What you are talking about is Dharma! It is art! It is magic! It is magic!

What you practice is the Tao, the root, the thought, the concept, and the elimination of falsehood and the truth!”

As he said that, with a light wave, the flames dissipated.

"...The great practitioners may not necessarily know magic, and those who know magic are not necessarily great practitioners!"

Seeing Wang Xuebin's every move, Lu Xiaoqian was 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.

What is the difference between this magical method and monsters like Zhu Bajie and Huangmei?

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

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

Formulas are fundamental, but nuclear weapons are just a use of formulas by people…”

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

"...Well...Mr. Wang, I don't know if I can learn to practice with you..."

“…practice?”

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

“…What? Are you feeling insecure now?”

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

"It's true... I'm really insecure without a silly girl..."

As Lu Xiaoqian said, he pursed his lips nervously, and picked up the tasteful tea on the table and took a sip.

Looking at Lu Xiaoqian, who used his awkward behavior to cover up his nervousness, Wang Xuebin shook his head slightly with regret.

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

As he said that, he lifted the teapot and added a cup of tea to Lu Xiaoqian. He sighed and said earnestly:

"The practice of practice has never been achieved overnight. It is like tasting tea, with one taste, one method!"

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There is no way out!

There is no way to escape!”