My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 140: Refining the void and combining the Tao, breaking through the realm and asking the mind! (Please subscribe)

With his eyes closed slightly, an inexplicable aura fell from the sky and enveloped his whole body.

"Why practice?"

Solemn questions rang in my ears.

This sound is majestic and majestic, and contains endless vicissitudes of life.

Wang Xiao slowly opened his eyes.

He was no longer on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by nothing above and below, left and right. He was alone, floating cross-legged in the air.

Ask the heart.

This is a test that every practitioner must go through to achieve the goal of refining the void and combining the Tao.

No matter how you answer here, you will pass, but your future achievements will also be determined here.

No one knows the standard answer, no one knows what will be asked, but everyone understands that the step we will take in the future will all depend on this question and answer.

Why practice.

This question made Wang Xiao feel very familiar. It was like going to a big company for an interview. The first thing people ask you is, why did you come to our company?

At the beginning, the Grand Supreme Elder and others told Wang Xiao more than once that these questions must be carefully considered and answered from the heart.

Although any answer will pass, the subsequent impact will be very large.

Those who answer unqualified questions will always stop at this level and will not take another step forward, no matter how talented they are.

Those who answer the question well will seem to have the luck of heaven and earth, their practice will be smooth, and the subsequent realms will be smooth and can reach the peak.

There are seniors in the cultivation world who speculate that the person who asked this question is the incarnation of human luck.

Everyone's luck is different. Those with great luck have a smooth journey and everything they do goes smoothly. Such people are called children of luck.

There are also people who are obviously talented and have a good status, but they fail to do anything, and every time they benefit, it is not your turn. This is being rejected by luck.

"In the early days of practice, I practiced for longevity, for freedom, and for escaping from the mundane world. After practice, I determined to kill all the demons in the world and become a great mage respected by everyone. I had another feeling in my heart the day before yesterday. The purpose of practice is not for longevity, freedom, or freedom. Standing high above us, we only want to protect our human race and fight for the first line of survival in thousands of worlds."

Wang Xiao did not tell lies against his will, and told him one by one the changes in his mental state during practice and his understanding of practice.

There is no use lying here. Telling something against your true intentions will have the opposite effect.

"Can!"

The voice sounded leisurely, and then asked: "What do you think of the thousands of human races?"

Wang Xiao fell into thinking, and it was not until a long time before he replied: "People's hearts in the world change in thousands of ways, and none of them are the same or similar."

"Good, evil, lust, evil, greed..."

"Thousands of phenomena occur every day in various places in the world."

"There are so many good people, and so many evil people."

"Those who do good can turn into evil because of one act; those who do evil can turn into good because of one act."

"I don't know how to see it, and I don't know if what I see is right or wrong. I can only deal with it with my heart."

The human heart is complex, and sometimes what you see and hear may not be true.

The most obvious thing is that Wang Xiao did not travel to the world before, and the people in that world were the most complicated.

On the surface, he is kind and gentle, and he wears glasses and is polite. But when I picked up the keyboard and put on the Internet mask, every word I spoke and typed was filled with viciousness and murderous intent.

On the contrary, a person with a big tattoo, a big gold chain, and a fierce face turned out to be a kind person who protects the weak and comforts others with kind words at some point.

Wang Xiao's voice fell, and the surroundings were silent for a while.

"Can!"

After a long silence again, the voice sounded again.

"If one day, an evil spirit harms someone, and the victim has a grudge against you and has spread rumors about you many times, will you come to rescue him?"

Hearing this question, Wang Xiao fell silent.

However, it only took a moment for him to answer.

"I have already experienced this matter, and there is no need to answer it again."

What Wang Xiao was referring to was the incident where the female ghost killed the emperor's guards and others. At that time, he chose to pretend to be blind and not see it, which was the best response to this problem.

The sound did not appear again, the space in front of him slowly dissipated, and the fiery red sunlight shone from the east and fell on Wang Xiao.

An unknown breath slowly trembled between heaven and earth, and slowly descended on Wang Xiao.

“Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp…”

The birds in the forest sang happily.

On the originally desolate cliff, grass sprouted from the ground, and flowers bloomed in the sky. The refreshing fragrance attracts countless butterflies and bees vying for honey.

The aura on Wang Xiao's body became weaker and weaker, and in the blink of an eye he couldn't even detect it, just like an ordinary mortal.

Return to nature and achieve great success in practice!

Slowly opening his eyes and looking at everything in front of him, Wang Xiao had a relaxed and casual smile on his face.

"How about it?"

Yan Shuang and Xiao Hu, who were guarding next to him, came forward anxiously and looked at Wang Xiao nervously.

The little tiger was so excited that he tortured his paws, leaving traces on the ground where the grass had just grown.

"Snapped!"

"Don't bully Huahuacaocao!"

Raising his hand and giving Xiaohu a blow, Wang Xiao glared and scolded him.

Xiaohu was stunned and looked at Wang Xiao blankly.

It seems like I haven’t experienced this feeling for a long time.

I don't know since when, the master has always been sentimental, and from time to time he will be alone and think.

When I first got together with my master, he was enlightened and casual in doing things. He often laughed and cursed on his face.

The master seemed to have undergone tremendous changes since the ceremony. Although he could feel that he was stronger, Xiaohu also felt some changes.

Even the tigress said that the owner had become a little sentimental.

However, the sudden loss of his mind just now, and the relaxed and casual look that was a little angry at him for destroying the grass, brought Xiaohu back to the feeling he had when the two first met.

"Hehehe, let me get it done, get it done..."

The little tiger touched his forehead innocently, and quickly buried the dug up soil again with his claws.

"You guy, you buried them all and crushed them to death. You have no love at all. You deserve to be a single tiger."

Wang Xiao angrily raised his hand and knocked the tiger's head again, then opened the tiger's claws, still scolding him.

The little tiger's face was full of dissatisfaction. He didn't look like a single tiger. Not to mention the previous concubines, let's just say that except for the tigress, there was no woman who didn't like him when he saw him.

He is the little tiger who is so popular.

Ignoring the unconvinced little tiger, Wang Xiao tapped his finger on the ground. The soil and rocks shattered into dust and flowed into the hole dug by the little tiger. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The bodies of those small grass and flowers that had been broken and bent slowly stretched out, repaired the missing parts, and stood upright again, swaying from side to side with the morning breeze.

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, Yan Shuang took a breath.

Wang Xiao did not answer, but the method of resurrecting all things in such a relaxed and comfortable way can only be done easily by those land gods and spiritual masters who have mastered the method of luck in the world.

"Father."

Little Monk Baiyun, who was also accompanying him, was surprised to see Wang Xiao's magical skills and brought a flowerpot in his arms, looking at Wang Xiao expectantly.

Wang Xiao took a closer look and saw a withered mountain chrysanthemum growing inside.

After tapping the little monk's bald head, the little monk smiled innocently and looked at his adoptive father expectantly.

"Your flower pot is too small. It has grown up and needs more nutrients."

Stretching out his hand to take the flowerpot from the little monk Baiyun, Wang Xiao took out the mountain chrysanthemum inside and waved it to the ground beside him. A small hole opened in the ground as if it had a spirit.

Putting the withered mountain chrysanthemums into it, Wang Xiao asked his adopted son to come over. The two of them buried the soil and said, "These flowers and plants are just like people. When they are young, they are full after eating a little, but when they grow up, they need more." of food.”

"The soil in the flower pot is limited after all, and the food in it has been absorbed by the mountain chrysanthemum over and over again."

"What you have to do is either replace the soil with it, fertilize it, or find a bigger place for it."

Little monk Baiyun listened very carefully. He knew that his adoptive father was a powerful man and that every word he said had its own truth.

His master told him a few days ago that within hundreds of years in this world, the only person who could ascend to immortality was his adoptive father.

The two buried the mountain chrysanthemum, and Wang Xiao's hand slowly passed up from the roots.

Wang Xiao's hand seemed to have magical power. Where he touched it, the dry mountain chrysanthemums instantly came back to life.

The withered branches and leaves fell off, and the raw buds grew out visibly to the naked eye. The small flower buds swelled and slowly unfolded.

The mountain chrysanthemums also grew bigger and bigger, and soon they surpassed the little monk.

When Wang Xiao let go of his hand, the mountain chrysanthemum tree came back to life.

The gentle morning breeze blew by, and the fragrance of mountain chrysanthemums enveloped the entire cliff.

　Sorry for the delay. I was still dealing with the divorce issue between my sister and my brother-in-law at noon, so I just took the time to revise the manuscript.

　　

　

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