The Other Side of Deep Space

How could Lao Chen not want to vomit? How did he survive all these years? He has been "baptized" by dense sword lights, and he has been chopped by swords for who knows how many years!

In the short term, let alone letting him practice sword, even seeing it will make him upset. The psychological shadow area is infinite. For the time being... he will give up swords!

Wang Xuan took his pulse, but his hand bounced back as soon as he put it on, and the force was very strong. If an ordinary person touched it, he might get hurt.

"Lao Chen, you said it was almost done, do you mean it's going to break through?" Wang Xuan asked.

"It's a little short after all." Lao Chen shook his head.

Qingmu was shocked and felt unbelievable. His master was on the verge of death not long ago, how could he break through now? !

After Wang Xuan carefully examined him, he found that Lao Chen's injury was indeed not healed. The cracks in his five internal organs were partially closed, but not completely healed.

However, he was no longer in danger of death.

Wang Xuan was a little surprised and said, "Old Chen, what have you been doing for so many years as a grandmaster? You only think about breakthroughs and don't care about your injuries?"

Old Chen's eyes were deep, and he looked like he had experienced many vicissitudes of life. He said, "Don't you know what I'm doing? I was struck by a sword, struck by the thunder of Yuhua, taught geography to the female sword fairy, and taught her history, discussing five thousand years. The most important thing is that I feel... I took the blame for you!"

Qingmu felt scared. Who did the teacher shed these bitter tears for?

Wang Xuan patted his shoulder and said, "This injury is still a little slow to recover."

"It's not slow. You don't really think you can stay in the inner scene for many years?" Old Chen said weakly.

Wang Xuan was stunned. Isn't it?

Old Chen looked like he had seen through the truth and understood everything. He said leisurely, "Many people cannot understand it, so they can only think that way. Of course, some people are convinced that standing in the empty time, the outside world is a few minutes, and the inner world is a few years. I personally tend to say another way."

He pointed at his body and said, "Don't forget that we live in the real world. In the real world, whose body is so broken that it can be healed in ten or twenty minutes? Impossible."

What Old Chen said makes sense. According to what he said, even if the myth reappears, it is difficult to heal immediately after taking an immortal elixir.

Wang Xuan became interested and wanted to know how Old Chen understood the inner world.

"No hurry, let's talk about this later." As he said that, Old Chen stood up slowly and wanted to take a shower because he was wet with sweat.

In a short period of time, his body was mostly healed. The speed of metabolism was terrifying. Now that he stopped, he felt sticky and uncomfortable.

Wang Xuan stopped him and said, "No, lie back down quickly and let Qingmu wipe you. There will be many people coming to see you later. We will work together to pass on your life."

Lao Chen was confused. What's going on? I always have a bad feeling!

Just when he said this, half of Wang Xuan's face fell off, and Qingmu's eyes widened. He was not scared, but envious. Is this possible?

He naturally knew that Wang Xuan was practicing the Golden Body Technique. Has it improved again? So he started to shed his skin!

"Okay, have you reached the sixth level?" Lao Chen was quite touched. If he practiced the Golden Body Technique to the sixth level at this age, it would be quite scary.

"It's not even close." Wang Xuan said, and then added: "The main reason is that this female sword fairy is too narrow-minded. She always uses the sword light to chop me, which distracts me too much."

Don't you feel guilty? ! Lao Chen wants to hit him, who will be hit more often? It's all tears if I talk too much.

Qingmu was confused. In his opinion, these two people have been talking in "secret language" all the time!

Suddenly, Wang Xuan felt something was wrong. It was as if there was a cold sword pointing at him, as if the female sword fairy was approaching again!

He was a little scared. Could the female sword fairy really interfere with the real world? !

Wang Xuan immediately became very serious and said, "Old Chen, I tell you, the fairy was kind and generous, so she didn't chop you. You and I should be grateful, especially you. It was she who let you heal in the inner scene and saved your life."

Old Chen knew something was wrong when he saw his posture. He glanced at him from the corner of his eye and was immediately frightened.

The golden luster under the charred hand bone of the female sword fairy actually flickered, and the bone itself seemed to tremble slightly just now.

Wang Xuan wanted to wipe the cold sweat. Can this fairy really affect the real world? !

He quickly said, "Old Qing, don't return this bone to the relevant department. Put it up for display later. Of course, don't show it to outsiders."

Wang Xuan and Old Chen had a tacit understanding and stopped talking about this matter. They both realized that the immortals who left their true bones were different and mysterious.

At the same time, they both guessed that the true bones left after the immortalization seemed very important to the former female sword fairy!

"Old Chen, your injury is not healed yet, do you want to continue?" Wang Xuan asked.

There is also a piece of unpolished jade and a piece of white and lustrous bone in the room, both of which contain rich mysterious factors and can theoretically open the inner scene.

Old Chen said faintly, "Slow down first. Everything I see now looks like a sword. Even when Qingmu walked towards me, I felt like a sword light as thick as a bucket was chopped at me again."

Qingmu opened his mouth. He obviously had a thin waist and a thick arm. Could it be that thick? !

Wang Xuan looked at the white bone, which was another real bone left after feathering. He was a little scared and decided to stop here tonight. He needed to take it easy.

Lao Chen looked at the white bone and his face changed slightly. He was now a little psychologically traumatized.

Wang Xuan said: "Lao Chen, you can't be resurrected recently. You have to lie down for a few months, or a year or two."

Qingmu nodded, thinking that what Xiao Wang said was more prudent. After all, this matter was too mysterious. A dying person was actually going to live again. If Lao Chen really went out, something big would definitely happen.

Lao Chen naturally understood the importance of it, but when he saw his apprentice and Wang Xuan discussing there, discussing when he was dying, when he was half dead, and when he was completely alive, he still felt that the world was sinking. Even life and death had to be planned and arranged in advance. He was speechless for a while and wanted to shout, is there still justice? This world is too dark!

"Old Chen, lie down. Many people will come to visit you later." Wang Xuan reminded him that he was going to sleep and it was not suitable to stay here for long.

"Many people? What's the situation?" Old Chen asked.

Qingmu told him that in the battle of Congling, the grandmaster of the old art was in critical condition, and many people followed him to Ancheng, including people from the old art field and chaebols.

Old Chen felt that he finally heard something comforting tonight, smiled, nodded and said, "My prestige and fame are still good."

"Yes." Wang Xuan nodded and sighed, "Nowadays, Ancheng is expensive."

"What do you mean?" Old Chen was very perceptive and always felt that this was not a good thing.

"It means literally. The wreaths in Ancheng are very expensive now." Wang Xuan told him calmly.

Old Chen, who had just laid down, sat up directly after hearing this, his eyebrows were jumping, his eyes were quite unfriendly, and asked Qingmu what was going on?

Wang Xuan glanced at him and said, "Why do you think so many people are here? They are all here to attend your memorial service."

Old Chen: "..."

Then he gritted his teeth and almost tore the bed apart. It was too outrageous and shameful. What kind of people are these? He, Old Chen, is not dead yet, but they are preparing to hold a memorial service? !

Wang Xuan explained: "It was mainly because after the expert consultation, it was determined that manpower was exhausted and that you would only need to lie in bed for two or three days, so a group of people came and waited for you to be buried.

Old Chen stared blankly, speechless, and sighed again, this world is too dark! He is not dead yet, and a large group of people can't wait to run over and wait for him to hold a memorial service. Is there any justice?!

Wang Xuan also sighed: "Old Chen, I have to say that you are really famous. From the deputies of the relevant departments of the old land, to the representatives of the major chaebols and those large organizations, to the elites in the field of old arts, and the important figures in Ancheng, as well as people from all walks of life, batches of people came, from rising stars to the old land, all gave you face. So many people came to see you off, and the wreaths in Ancheng were almost sold out. "

Lao Chen stared at him, then at Qingmu. What the hell was going on?

Qingmu was embarrassed and a little guilty, because even he thought Lao Chen was in trouble and was about to start preparing for his funeral.

Wang Xuan said again: "However, there is a serious problem here. Almost everything that is supposed to come has come, and even if it hasn't come yet, it will show up tomorrow. However, everyone is waiting for you, Lao Chen, to pass away. But if you don't die, these people probably don't know what to do. Do they have to wait a few more days?"

"Shut up!" Lao Chen couldn't stand it anymore. He was so angry that he said: "I'll make you wait for the end of time! What kind of people are you? It's so shameful! "

Wang Xuan walked away and went to sleep. His golden body skills were improved and he was filled with joy. He slept soundly and sweetly.

Qingmu started to dance the witch dance again and received others.

Lao Chen almost rolled off the bed. Who came up with this trick? People lined up to come in one after another. It was fine if they wanted to pay their respects to his remains, but they actually touched him randomly. What the hell is life transmission!

He felt upset and had goose bumps all over his body. He had to restrain his vitality and pretend to be dead. As a result, the hair on his hands and feet was almost touched off by others. It was unbearable!

It was not until the second half of the night that everything ended. Qingmu was almost exhausted from dancing the witch dance. Lao Chen wanted to roar to the sky and roar again.

Wang Xuan got up early in the morning. He slept very well. He ran to Qingmu and asked him to tell Lao Chen that he would enter the inner scene at night.

"You mean, there will be another life transmission at night? ! "Old Chen wanted to slap Qingmu.

"Xiao Wang said that in order to avoid suspicion, he couldn't meet you privately, so he had to use that kind of occasion." Qingmu said with a guilty conscience, after all, he was also involved.

Old Chen was so angry that he said, "Why didn't he say it earlier? If I knew it was like this, even if I was killed by the sword light and eaten by the demon last night, I would stick to it to the end and never wait until tonight for another round!"

...

On this day, many people really came to the manor in the suburbs, all of whom were ready to "hold a meeting" for Old Chen, and they all came from great backgrounds.

In the evening, Wang Xuan and Old Chen had a tacit understanding, and neither of them chose the piece of bones. They were really scared of being tossed around, and used the piece of unpolished jade to open the inner scene.

"Old Chen, have you seen the inner scene? Can you go in by yourself? "Wang Xuan asked.

Old Chen's eyes were dark, he was unaware and couldn't see anything. As expected, he still needed "Master Wang" to guide him.

Wang Xuan was exhausted and almost vomited blood. He felt that his spiritual energy was about to collapse. He finally sent Old Chen in with difficulty.

This time, both of them were ready for a big battle, but the inner scene was too peaceful and there was no war at all.

There was indeed someone, a refined middle-aged man, who smiled at them, raised his glass to signal, and then... he flew away, directly left the inner scene, and never came back.