Chapter 1288 Final Chapter A Cup of Tea

In the small cup less than two inches high, the cosmic sea of ​​stars circulates, and the fragrance of tea lingers, flowing into Wang Xuan's mouth as if carrying the extraordinary central world.

The whole world became much clearer in his eyes, and his body became lighter, as if he was reducing the burden, removing a layer of shackles, and getting a purification.

He seems to see the essence of all things, looking up through the extinguished fairy world, the lights in the distance are dim, it is a real and ethereal place, looming.

Wang Xuan's tranquility was unprecedented. Although in a moment of spiritual light, he saw a corner of the place where the clouds were unknown, and a corner of the suspected real place, he was still calm.

At the time of the No. 1 extraordinary source, when the Eternal Silence Umbrella appeared for two years, he once penetrated the umbrella and saw the lights of thousands of families, but it was finally confirmed that he had returned to the original point.

Goodbye to "reality" now, he has a peaceful mind, it should be regarded as seeing a corner of the future.

When he drank tea, the white mist curled up in the cup, the stars were countless, and he didn't drink it. It was the taste of everything in the world of mortals, accompanied by the magnificent wonders when the era changed.

At the same time, there are scripture symbols all over the sky, and the fire of the secret method blooms at the same time, steaming on the tip of his tongue, as if some kind of essence of this era is circulating.

For a time, there were countless wonders, and Wang Xuan's whole body was covered with peaceful light. He realized the true meaning of immortality in the extraordinary central world, and the chapters left in the embers are worthy of careful study.

Sitting on the boat in the mist, at a glance, it was like two thousand years of time passing by. He saw the past of the old center, the changes of the myth, from the official appearance to the glory, and then to the curtain call.

Holding the cup, Wang Xuan remained silent. Many feelings and endless understandings emerged in his mind. In the spiritual realm, he was stretching his body and interpreting various scriptures and magical methods.

In the emptiness of body and mind, his Taoism is improving, not very violent, but like a trickle, flowing from various fields, filling himself more and more.

The flower of vision is rooted in the pile of scriptures, and every time it sways, it sends bursts of fragrance, countless light and rain, sprinkled on Wang Xuan's body, making him feel more and more detached from the world.

The scriptures all over the sky, like fireflies and stars, with endless flames, covering the sky and covering the earth, drowning the withered yellow paper, and floating forward.

Wang Xuan was not in a hurry, and still had a peaceful mind. The boat in the mist moved slowly, following the side of the paper that contained the Tao.

The boat carrying Wang Xuan in the mist opened the way with the flames of scriptures all over the sky, illuminating the dark and vast fairyland, and passing through the sky over this extinguished icy land.

For three whole years, Wang Xuan was in this special state of studying the scriptures and enlightening the Tao. He had no voice, and what he had was only speculation and comprehension of various dharmas and Taos.

His practice is constantly improving, never violent, but very stable and firm, and certain areas are constantly being expanded.

In the fourth year, the small boat in the mist carried Wang Xuan, accompanied by the fire of scriptures and the flower of vision, into the outer sky.

He once participated in the longevity fruit event here, fought against the candle dragon clan in the arena of the city of sky, and once dug out the mud of the soul of the true saint from the good fortune garden, and then, the ten-eyed golden cicada and golden inscription and The two heads of Xiongshan of the Black and White Bear Clan followed suit, leading the people of the city to repeatedly pull the wool from the garden...

In a blink of an eye, more than 1,300 years have passed, and the city of the sky has migrated away with the No. 1 extraordinary source, and many people are in hibernation.

Tianwaitian, where strangers can live, is now in darkness.

That is, the Xingyue River, which was once incomparably magnificent, where starlight and moonlight gathered to form the Xingyue River, is now extremely dark and completely dried up. Back then, there were shimmering waves, clam fairies dancing, groups of red dragons and carps, and fleets of boats, all coming and going were geniuses, all famous, and the mist was vast.

The misty boat came, carrying the flames of the scriptures, re-illuminating the sky outside the sky. For a moment, the grand scene of yesterday seemed to reappear, and the remaining waves of the Xingyue River appeared, rolling over the aftermath of the waves before dissipating.

Wang Xuan had no joy or worry, his face was calm, the past had long since passed away, he looked through the dark sky, and saw the ethereal light in that corner again, like a real place emerging.

The withered and yellow paper condenses the Dao rhyme here, and gathers the scriptures that fill the sky. The flames are soaring into the sky, illuminating the dark night sky, and the extinguished sky will become transparent because of this.

After staying for 4 years, the Taoist paper moved, accompanied by the flowers of vision, and the scriptures hung in the sky, like the stars shining in the sky, clustered with yellow paper and went away to a place outside the world.

The boat in the mist followed, very stable, as if sailing to the unknown shore in the waves of the night.

The other world, the 36 heavens, and hell are all special Jedi, and they go away with the No. 1 extraordinary source, leaving only remnants, the void.

But here, the Daoist paper is unprecedentedly "moving and quiet". A page of paper is shaking, and the scriptures embodied and carried are densely packed, like a sea of ​​scriptures is surging.

In the sky and on the earth, there are volumes of ancient and mottled scriptures.

"The place where the true saint lives, even if the whole dojo has been moved away, it seems to be nothingness, but the essential background is still so bright."

That is the true meaning of the saints circulating, even, there are many chapters that have not been refined, they have not been extracted, they appear dimly in front of the fire, and come into Wang Xuan's eyes.

This time, on the side of the boat, the chanting sound from the scripture paper was louder, the sea of ​​scriptures was turbulent, and the scene was magnificent.

Although there is not much tea in Wang Xuan's cup, it seems that it has been infused with new tea fragrance. After drinking it, the aftertaste is endless, long and long, unforgettable for a lifetime.

He seemed to see one true saint after another performing martial arts, exercising the supreme law, and evolving infinite supernatural powers, but they were all vague and hazy.

For 6 full years, Wang Xuan was silent, but in the spiritual realm, Dao rhymes were churning, tearing apart the vast universe.

After drinking the last aftertaste of this cup of tea in one sip, Wang Xuan's body is clear and clean, and it is a matter of course, and he has entered the level of the 4 heavens of aliens, which is very natural and harmonious, without any waves.

After the flower of vision was in full bloom, its petals withered, and this change happened to the so-called never-withering fetish. But soon, new flowers grow, brighter and brighter. On those newly born petals, it seems that one extraordinary source after another is emerging and dying.

The mist surged, and the boat set sail again. The withered yellow paper absorbed the essence of scriptures in the sky, presenting dense symbols. It returned to the original, left the pile of scriptures, and floated on the side of the boat with the flower of vision, slowly going away. Enter the star sea of ​​the present world.

It has been a total of 13 years since Wang Xuan returned to the old center. After breaking through the customs, his heart is still calm, and he still maintains this special state.

The extinguished Immortal World, the Beyond Heaven, and the Land Beyond the World made him rise to a higher level. And the magnificent and boundless extraordinary central world, as well as the sea of ​​stars in this world, as well as the remnants of the Jedi such as hell, sea of ​​origin, and 36 heavens, are all waiting for him to approach.

The small cup in his hand disappeared and returned to the coffee table. However, as the boat in the mist moved forward together with the dao-carrying paper, sailing into the endless sea of ​​stars, more and more dao rhymes and runes accumulated on the withered yellow paper, the teapot floated up again, towards the less than two-inch-high Pour tea into a small cup.

Wang Xuan stretched out his hand, and naturally led him over. He only drank a little, and was not in a hurry to drink it all. The good tea in his hand carried the charm of Taoism.

"It seems familiar."

The starry sky is infinite, but this sea of ​​stars is no stranger, and Wang Xuan became more and more familiar with it as he drove in.

The flower of vision is swaying, and on the petals, it seems that there are myths that are born and died, and the light and rain fall in front, as if they are guiding the way forward. The dao-carrying paper carries the rhyme of the dao, condenses the texture, and goes in the direction of the light and rain.

"Flower of Vision, you really know my wish." Wang Xuan recognized Xinghai.

This is the Pingtian Starfield, the place where he and Yudaoqi first came to the Chaofan Central World. 1356 has passed, and he sighed that time flies.

The boat in the mist looks slow, but in fact it has extreme speed, like an old horse knowing the way, the boat, Wang Xuan, the paper of the way, and the flower of vision appeared near a living planet.

"Haichuanxing, the first planet I visited back then, I don't know if there are still familiar people left." Wang Xuan whispered.

In the past, this planet was still in the age of steam, but now it has long been replaced by a technological look.

There used to be a large cave on this planet, which was opened up by the broken old holy decree, but now it has long been extinguished.

The faces of Su Tong, Ling Xuan, Qi Sheng and others appeared before Wang Xuan's eyes. Back then, he met them under the pseudonym Qin Cheng, became friends, and entered Pingtian Academy together.

Wang Xuan returned 13 years ago, and the last aftertaste of the myth had been extinguished for 17 years before that, which means that the remaining breath of the extraordinary has ended for 30 years.

Star Haichuan was only a mid-to-lower mythological planet back then, and it was not well-known. Now there is not a single extraordinary person here.

As a stranger in the 4th heaven, Wang Xuan can penetrate everything with a single sweep of his divine sense. He sighed softly, the myth is completely over here.

However, there is a dao rhyme condensed on the dao-carrying paper in the large-scale extinguished cave.

He drank a little lightly, not feeling much, but remembering the year.

"Huh?!" When his spiritual light covered the entire planet, he caught the breath of acquaintances. They were reduced to mortals, but they were healthy.

He just thought about it, and then he saw that he didn't know whether to rejoice or feel sorry for the old man. Those two people were left behind on this planet and failed to keep up with the great migration of No. 1 Transcendent Source.

They are Su Tong and Ling Xuan, they are old friends, but since they parted in Ping Tian Shu, they have never seen each other again.

At that time, Wang Xuan was practicing "Six Tribulations of Thunder and Fire", and it was rumored that it was very difficult to practice, and it was a fatal skill. After Su Tong learned about it, he treated him sincerely, kept dissuading him, and repeatedly warned him. And Ling Xuan also introduced Taoist companions to Wang Xuan, fearing that he would have an accident, hoping that he would leave behind descendants.

"They are all very good friends. I really didn't know they would stay." Although Wang Xuan met with them for a short time under the pseudonym Qin Cheng, he had a good impression of them.

The main reason is that later on, his identity was sensitive, and he didn't see Wolverine and Lao Zhang very often, so it was naturally not suitable to disturb the people he knew the earliest.

Wang Xuan had no choice but to leave Pingtian Academy at the beginning, so he didn't dare to get in touch with Su Tong and Ling Xuan at that time, but secretly entrusted Yan Que and them to secretly give them the rare scriptures that can transform the true immortal into Taoism.

The myth has been extinct for 30 years. The biological age of the two should be close to 50 years old, but after all, they live longer than ordinary people. Now they are only in their 30s, and they are married and have children. A man and a woman are only four or five years old .

"We probably can live to be more than 130 years old. We may be behind the two children. We shouldn't have given birth to them so early." Ling Xuan looked at the two lively and active children in the distance, adoring but also a little melancholy.

Su Tong said with a smile: "If it's not so early, the children who are waiting may not be the two in front of us."

In the mist, Wang Xuan, who was sitting on a small boat, searched all over his shriveled collection, and finally he still had some miraculous medicines, and ninety-nine percent of them were sent out before the No. 1 Transcendent Source's old man hibernated.

Silently, in front of Su Tong and Ling Xuan, who were watching the children playing, there were two more golden fruits, flowing with a strong fragrance.

"Years... Divine Fruit!"

"Who? It's an old friend, please come out and meet."

The husband and wife were shocked. In the past, they were the most talented people on this planet. They both became immortals before the age of 300. They even studied in Pingtian Academy. Naturally, their vision is no problem.

The mist dissipated, revealing Wang Xuan sitting on the boat, and he changed into Qin Cheng's appearance. Ben didn't want to see each other anymore, he didn't want to experience the sadness of sending away a generation in the past, but he still came out after hearing their shouts many times.

"Brother Qin!" The two were in a daze, and then the eye circles were hot and reddish. After Chaofan had completely decayed, they could still see such a person with great supernatural powers, and he was an old friend. They had mixed feelings, and the days of immortality came to mind.

"It's me!" Wang Xuan nodded.

"Brother Qin, sit down!" The two had become mortals, trying to hold back the urge to cry, smiling, and greeted their old friends cordially.

Wang Xuan walked out of the fog and sat in their home.

"In this day and age, this kind of fruit is too precious. It can last for more than two hundred years. We just want to be mortals. You...take it away!" They declined.

"It's not expensive, you can accept it, they don't mean much to me anymore."

"This...brother Qin, thank you!"

"Brother Qin, we heard Yanque say that you may be the later Kong Xuan, Lu Renjia, and Wang Xuan."

Wang Xuan nodded and said, "Yes, it's all me, what about the sparrows?"

"They should all follow the extraordinary source." The two of them were not very sure.

"One day, if your relationship with the world of mortals is completely broken, are you still willing to travel far and continue the road of immortality?" Wang Xuan asked, giving them fruits in the hope that the two of them can continue their lives, live long enough, and get rid of all kinds of mortals.

"No... no." The two looked at the pair of children almost at the same time, and finally shook their heads vigorously.

Wang Xuan nodded, and finally got up to say goodbye.

He saw in the mist that although the husband and wife had tears, they also smiled and fed two years old fruit to the four or five-year-old brother and sister, all of which were given to the child.

When Wang Xuan saw this scene, he was also greatly touched. His heart that had been icy cold had waves at this moment. He thought of the mother universe's own child.

He looked at his last collection, and there was a Zifu peach and a black and white Yinyang jade bamboo shoot, which were supposed to be "souvenirs", but he silently sent them to Su Tong and Ling Xuan's home. Afterwards, he sat on the small boat and went away in the mist, and the scriptures reappeared, and he entered the depths of the sea of ​​stars.

For a long time, he was silent and quiet, until finally he drank a little weak tea, as if drinking a period of time, a period of the past.

Back then, Wang Xuan swung the karma fishing rod and once caught a pinch of monkey hair and a small piece of Zifu peach meat, but he was cursed by the alien-level old monkey.

At the same time, he fished away a section of bamboo shoot from an old stranger of the black and white bear tribe, and the old panda even roared: If you take the bamboo shoot today, you will take the grandson of the thief someday.

At No. 1 Source of Extraordinary, Wang Xuan became a stranger and had a bad taste. He went to the two dojos in the opposite direction and stole the purple peaches and bamboo shoots of the old monkey and the old panda.

The miracle medicine that didn't work for him is now worth a fortune in the old center.

Sitting on a small boat, Wang Xuan crossed the sea of ​​stars and traveled quietly for 4 years, absorbing the rhyme of Taoism with withered yellow paper and absorbing the immortal scripture runes.

He had already drank half of the second cup of tea, and his Taoism had been steadily increasing. Then, he left the star sea in this world and officially went to the 36th heaven.

36 Zhongtian naturally flew away long ago, leaving only a vast and boundless cliff remnant.

"Hey, after removing the 36th Heaven, the ruins here, the scenery here, are somewhat similar to the place that the mobile phone strange thing told me." Wang Xuan was surprised.

Here, the Zodiac is more alive than in other worlds!

It attracts countless flames of scriptures, all of which are chapters that appear in an instant. The pages of the scriptures are flying all over the sky, the rhymes of the Tao are intertwined, and the immortal scriptures flow.

"Someone has been here before, looking for something here." Wang Xuan frowned, this area has obviously been dug up, and it seems that they have just left.

Suddenly, the void split open, and two people stepped out from the highest spiritual world. They were startled for a moment, but they saw the rune fire shining all over the sky, and then they were extremely shocked.

Obviously, in today's era, the creatures who can still enter and exit the highest spiritual world must at least be aliens.

"Say, did you find the scripture that was pressed in the 36th Heavenly Layer?" one of them asked, standing in the realm of the 6th Heavenly Layer.

At this time, because the Taoist paper was outside to avoid the other party's interference and damage, Wang Xuan was holding a small teacup, and his real body was exposed at the edge of the fog.

"What's the matter with you?" he responded calmly.

The other party was very domineering, thinking that Wang Xuan got something, because the scene of scriptures flying all over the sky was very mysterious, which made him think too much. He made a direct move, acted first, and cast a taboo secret method on Wang Xuan.

However, Wang Xuan came first, using a different person from the 4th heaven to fight against the opponent from the 6th heaven. With a bang, he shattered the opponent's taboo magic light curtain, and grabbed this person's neck, and he was more domineering than the opponent , Explode directly.