Wang Xuan disappeared too suddenly, many people didn't react, and what echoed in their minds was the last sentence Wang Xuan said, the last smile. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If it is only about courage, they are not as good as the king's election, and they can't even be compared.

So many years later, when they recalled the current scene, in addition to sighing, there was also remorse.

In the face of the fear of the unknown, they did not overcome themselves, because knowing the rumors, they gave up a chance that would affect their entire lives.

Mo Yang watched Wang Xuan's figure disappear into the darkness of the coffin, a little uneasy, and finally raised his hand after hesitating for a long time.

Nangong Wentian was thinking about the meaning of Wang Xuan's last sentence, and at this time, when he saw someone raise his hand, he asked him to stand up and speak without thinking too much.

"Teacher, he'...... When will it be able to come out?"

This is a question that many people want to ask, after all, Wang Xuan has been in the coffin for a while, but the coffin is closed, and there is still no movement, which makes people worry.

"He's going to come out. When Nangong Wentian said this, he leaned on the coffin and pretended to sleep, and he didn't seem to want to say more.

Seeing this, Mo Yang had no choice but to do it.

All that everyone can do now seems to be to wait.

In the coffin of the undead, Wang Xuan leaned back and felt that he had fallen into a place as warm as silk, and his whole body was indescribably comfortable, and there was a rich aura that seeped into the pores of his body, and then was absorbed by him.

Such a comfortable cultivation state made his heart, which had always been a little tired, get the best relief, and soon, he fell into a deep sleep.

People who are asleep are always prone to dreams, and Wang Xuan is no exception.

This is the Guishou Heavenly Palace, where the sun pours on every inch of land, the hills are melodious in the distance, the birds are singing on the trees, and the springs are murmuring, and there seems to be only such a place between heaven and earth, which is the real fairyland on earth.

Wang Xuan looked a little confused standing in such an environment at this time, he had been in the Heavenly Palace for several days, so he had been to some places, and this place, he clearly knew that he had never been there.

He looked at everything around him, the scenery was beautiful and quiet, but strangely, there was no one to see in the huge place.

However, it also makes the place more secluded.

In a quiet place, the sunlight is always warm, because people's hearts and ears are quiet and become ethereal, and they see things more and more clearly.

He even knew that he was in a dream, but the dream was too real, as if the grass and trees existed in themselves, in another parallel time and space that he didn't know.

He looked at all this carefully, moving the beauty of life from the gentle singing, and releasing the anxious mood from the beautiful and moving scenery.

It must have been a great experience to be able to spend some time in such a place during a life of hard practice.

After looking at all the scenery around him, he was not satisfied with what he already knew, his feet grew on him, and his consciousness told him that the outside world would be more exciting.

So he continued walking, and sure enough, in the midst of a sparkling lake, fish jumped out of the water, shattering the sunlight into pieces and falling into the water.

Life is so good, and I'm so grumpy.

Such a comfortable feeling made him wonder about the life he had worked hard to cultivate, fight with the heavens and fight with people, what kind of life was what he wanted, and what kind of future he should create.

His thoughts did not stop, his eyes flew away, and not far from him, there were two trees that were exceptionally strong, with dense branches and leaves, and the two of them were like children who were spoiled by this world, and no other tree could grow so tall and thick like them.

Wang Xuan walked over quickly, and was about to admire the demeanor of these two trees, when he found that behind these two trees, in the sheltered place, there was a simple thatched hut, on which curling smoke floated.

He suddenly understood why these two trees had grown so strongly.

If someone hadn't taken care of them, how could they be so outstanding, independent and special in the same sunshine?

And the way they repay their owners is to make themselves more vigorous, protect their homes and homes for their masters, and avoid the sun and shade.

But what kind of people can grow such trees?

Wang Xuan was curious, and his interest in the tree instantly turned into the interest of the owner of the thatched hut. Compared to the tree that can't speak, he wants to talk freely in this paradise-like environment, and this feeling is so urgent that his steps are faster.

He is a man who likes to share his happiness and hide his sorrows.

So he desperately wants to share his happiness with others, although he doesn't know what this person looks like, he doesn't know the personality of this person, and he can't even know whether he is a man or a woman, but his heart can't calm down, so he can only do whatever he wants.

There were three stone steps in front of the thatched hut, and he walked up step by step, and his euphoric pace slowed down at this time.

He was already determined to disturb the owner of the thatched hut, but at this time he was a little embarrassed. I always feel that if I am too abrupt and rude, and he still has to talk to people next, at least he has to leave a good impression.

After a while, he finally came to the wooden door, which looked a little broken, and on the door there was a yellowed and white couplet with a broken corner, and he could not help but read it out as he searched for the only remaining handwriting.

"Linyuan alone walks and recites poems, half clumsy and half work, just like Qingyun Road; ”

This is indeed a poem with an extremely elegant and tranquil artistic conception, Wang Xuan only felt that after reading it, the whole person was refreshed, and he had been stuck in the bottleneck of the triple peak of psychics, and at this time he also went with the flow, like a thin layer of window paper being pierced, and successfully broke through to the psychic quadruple.

He didn't even feel happy, but a little lost.

The loss is that the owner of this thatched hut is obviously a hermit and obviously does not want to be disturbed, but today he has received the favor of others, but he still insists on disturbing others, which seems rude.

But when he comes, if he leaves like this, I am afraid that he will leave a lifetime of regrets.

So, with deep guilt, he finally raised his hand, gently stroked the rusty door buckle, and slowly knocked on it.

The sound of metal striking with the wooden door spread in the quiet environment, like a breeze coming from afar, blowing the water of the West Lake and waking the fish from their sleeping dreams. (To be continued.) )