Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

...As you were walking on the plain, you suddenly encountered a wall that was infinitely high up, infinitely deep down, infinitely far to the left, and infinitely far to the right. What is this wall?

It's death...

Death is a wall that cannot be seen in the boundaries, and it is the destination of everything.

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

No one can reject it forever. The world cannot do it, the gods who transcend all of them cannot do it, and other lives like ants cannot do it.

If there is really something in the heavens and all realms that can exist forever, then it should be death itself...

When life comes to the end and comes to it, it is difficult for you not to crawl at its feet and make a tide for its depth and eternity.

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

And Wang Xuebin looked at such gentleness for three hundred years...

It was a kind of darkness that was not suppressed. From this long 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 give each color an appropriate name, and unknowingly he got the word "deep"...

He clearly remembered every recurring color, and accurately called out the names he gave them, greeted them in his own way. Although he never received any response, he still enjoyed it...

He had walked tirelessly along the wall, running, climbing, digging, trying to find its end...

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

He carefully sorted out the debris in his space to a meticulous level, then disrupted it, and then reorganized it in different classification methods. He was never bored...

Three hundred years have passed, the rise and fall of a country is nothing more than this, but he stays in that lonely darkness, trying his best to restrain his scattered consciousness and maintain a rational and clear mind...

His eyes slowly opened, and the world appeared. On the soft double bed, he was naked, quietly clustered in the quilt like a pupa, silently staring at the strange and familiar ceiling in front of him...

There is no hiccups, no dry cough, no physical discomfort, only strangeness, dullness and calmness...

He has imagined more than once what he would do after returning to the present world!

Is it sad and depressed? Is it mania and madness? Or unfamiliar and indifferent!

Now, he knows...

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

“…Na…Nana…Xiaoyu…”

"...In the integration of artificial intelligence, please wait patiently for fifteen system days, and the functions can be restored after fifteen system days..."

"...and...it takes ten...ahem... fifteen days..."

A glimmer of clarity flashed in Wang Xuebin's eyes, clearing his dry throat, and swallowing the saliva in his mouth that was not controlled by the salivary glands.

Over the long period of time, speaking, a basic skill for ordinary people has become a little unfamiliar with him.

No one can say words for three hundred years, and he can't do anything, so he is naturally no exception. In the next two hundred years, he often can't say a few words for ten years.

If it weren't for the special condition at that time, his lips, teeth, mouth, tongue, and teeth would have long degenerated into a useless protein...

Slowly lift the quilt, slowly turn over and get out of bed...

‘Plop~’

His feet softened and he fell to the ground.

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

There is no depression, no loss, there is only no trace of calmness. He encountered the same thing when he got up and walked last time, and he had expected this...

He leaned on the ground with trembling hands, stood up staggeringly, held the wall, and walked tremblingly towards the bathroom in his memory.

When I arrived at the bathroom, I slowly sat on the edge of the bronze bathtub, and as I remembered, I raised my trembling hands and gently turned on the exquisite faucet.

‘Crash~’

The clear water flow slowly poured into the bathtub. Wang Xuebin took a deep breath, turned over and lay in the constant temperature bathtub, quietly watching the water surface passing by little by little.

Close your eyes lightly, and in an instant, the dark storm hit again...

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‘………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

‘Dingdong~Dingdong~Dingdong~’

‘Dongdongdongdongdong…’

"Wang Xuebin, open the door!"

‘Dongdongdongdongdong…’

"Wang Xuebin, open the door for me quickly. If you don't open the door again, I will call the police!"

‘Squeak~’

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

In an instant, Li Mengyuan, who was originally arrogant, was scared away a few steps, but in just a moment, she put her hands on her hips and pushed her back with her chest.

"...What do you think? You don't answer the phone number and don't reply the information. If I hadn't been thinking about you, no one would know if you were dead or smelly..."

Li Mengyuan seemed to be talking back and explained, and saw Wang Xuebin's ugly face, frowned, letting him go, and walked straight into the room.

In the entrance hall, I took off my small and exquisite red high heels, changed into her special Pikachu cotton slippers that I took out of the shoe cabinet, and walked towards the living room with my short legs.

Looking around, everything in the room was placed meticulously, just as if the person living here was a highly obsessive-compulsive disorder and morbidity patient.

The ground where there was no dust almost made Li Mengyuan shy about her feet, but without a trace of stains or wrinkles, she was really embarrassed to sit down.

After looking at the room, he looked at Wang Xuebin who followed him like a ghost behind him. Suddenly, Li Mengyuan's heart trembled a little.

"...Wang...Wang Xuebin, you... are you okay..."

When he walked into the door, he placed Li Mengyuan's leather shoes neatly on the shoe rack. He raised his head, but did not say anything, but just shook his head silently.

"...you... are coming for the company's funds..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Li Mengyuan did not answer, and her beautiful eyes stared at him, trying to find something strange from him.

Before Li Mengyuan answered, Wang Xuebin continued to talk. He had already penetrated his bones into his bones. He could even chat with him for three days, but he was just annoyed afterwards...

"...If you want money... I have a group of oil paintings from famous European painters here. You send them to the auction house in Hong Kong and give them all to the auction.

You don’t have to wait for the paintings to be auctioned. As long as the auction house estimates, you should use the paintings to find a bank mortgage. You should use the mortgaged funds to solve the urgent problem first.

As for the others, it won’t take long to invest, and at that time, all the financial difficulties will be solved..."

"Wang Xuebin!"

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

"...Who are you? Have you been possessed by Wang Xuebin in time?"

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