Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

"...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.