Chapter 23 [Are you a fairy? ] "It's a mess. You finish your song and I come on stage..." As the young man was walking on the Immortal Bridge, a voice suddenly sounded, reminding the two of them: "Call Mr. Zhao again and ask him to go to Gou Wa Zi's place." "Ah!" The two brothers were stunned: "Who is Gou Wa Zi?" Neither Xu Si nor Xu San knew that the name Gouwazi was the nickname of his father Xu Xiang. For decades, Xu Xiang has never been mentioned because this name only exists in the past. "Xu Xiang." Before he finished speaking, before the two brothers Xu San and Xu Si could react, a golden and silver fairy bridge spanned the void, obscuring their figures, like a stream of light, and flew in the direction indicated by Feng Baobao. Xu Xiang is the head of the company's North China region. He holds a high position and has a high status. After he fell ill, he stayed in the Central Hospital with the best medical conditions in the neighboring city to recuperate, or to prolong his life. He was already exhausted, but there were some things on his mind that he couldn't let go of. He kept holding his breath, as if waiting for someone to come.
The hospital is located in the city with a heavy flow of people. Lin Xian did not want to cause a commotion, so he built the Golden Bridge on a secluded hill. "Aren't we flying over there?" Feng Baobao asked with her head tilted, her watery eyes looking a little silly. “Walking in the world of mortals is also a kind of practice.” Lin Xian stood with his hands behind his back, looking ethereal. Every time he raised his hands and feet, he exuded a pretentious aura. This is a lie! There was a merciless laugh from the system. You are the only one who is only repairing the Life Spring, and you are showing off with your sister. Be careful, or you may run out of power or fall from the air halfway through the flight. Lin Xian remained calm, took out her cell phone and made a call: "Hello, Lu Liang... Yeah, yeah, yes, we are here, call us a taxi." The Immortal Bridge crosses the void, like an immortal, naturally in order to intimidate Xu San, Xu Si, and the company behind them. After showing off, you still have to come down to the mortal world honestly. This world is different from the nine heavens and ten earths, it is infinitely close to the era of absolute spirituality. You have to save as much divine power as possible to stay in the best condition. Perhaps this situation can be improved after obtaining the Six-Storey Immortal Thief. after a while. Lin Xian and Feng Baobao came to Xu Xiang's ward. The white walls and the smell of disinfectant all indicated that the old man was on the brink of death, only one step away from falling off the cliff. However, Feng Baobao, who is older than Xu Xiang, still looks like a girl of eighteen or nineteen, with long hair and a serene face. She doesn't care about the passing of time. "Ah... Ah Wu." Xu Xiang took off the breathing mask on the hospital bed, his cloudy eyes were full of reluctance and attachment. His life was always accompanied by Feng Baobao. From childhood to youth to old age, Awu's figure was present in every stage. This feeling has transcended life and death. It is like friendship, love, and kinship. It is a family-like feeling. "You... found your past... huh?" Xu Xiang asked, coughing, and struggled to get up. Scientific and technological civilization is not as good as spiritual civilization in terms of individual power, but it excels in certain areas. Transmitting sound over thousands of miles is a skill that only monks can master. Mortals only need to pay a little electricity to communicate across thousands of miles. Xu San and Xu Si told Xu Xiang a lot of things over the phone.
Feng Baobao nodded seriously: "I found it, Gou Wa Zi, he helped me find it." As she spoke, she pointed at Lin Xian. "Thank you, that's... really... great." Xu Xiang forced a smile and leaned on the hospital bed, a little stiff, not knowing whether he was happy or sad. "Gou Wa Zi, you are going to die." Feng Baobao squatted down and stared at Xu Xiang blankly: "They all said that you are going to die soon, is it true?" “It’s… it’s true.” Xu Xiang’s pupils widened, as if he was about to take his last breath, and he said intermittently: “But, but I… don’t want to die yet… I want to see you…” Feng Baobao came from nowhere, but it was Xu Xiang who always took care of her like a family member. He had been tracing Feng Baobao's past. This was like an obsession and also a hope. Now that his obsession was gone, his hope also dissipated. When Xu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, it was also the time when his energy was running out. "Who in the world can survive? Tell us your last words before you go." Lin Xian sighed, and the source of Qi in his hand emerged and flowed into Xu Xiang's body, holding on to his last breath. With the blessing of divine power, the white light spread across the entire room. There are two kinds of people he hates most in his life: one is the riddler who doesn't speak clearly, and the other is the person who doesn't let him be the riddler. "You, are you really an immortal?" Xu Xiang held on to his last breath, feeling his strength slowly recovering. He asked while panting, with a look of doubt in his eyes. Lin Xian's temperament is too much like that of an immortal, and his methods are also extremely mysterious. Although the Tianxuan technique is just a sage's scripture, but when it comes to the supernatural city, it will be a dimensionality reduction attack. Who in this world can be immortal, but how to explain these two people who died before him? “Immortal?” Lin Xian shook his head and said, “That depends on how you define it. If you can’t achieve immortality, you are ultimately just one of the common people, a country bumpkin.” It is important for people to know themselves. Lin Xian is very clear about his position. Such titles as a genius, a peerless genius, a warrior against the gods, and the reincarnation of the emperor have nothing to do with him. There is a huge gap between the level of the geniuses and my own level. According to the system's calculations, the monks in the universe are divided into six echelons. The first echelon, blessed by the ancient holy body, enlightenment is as easy as drinking water, their luck is as strong as a dragon, it is common for them to go against the flow to defeat the immortals, and it is not surprising for them to kill enemies by crossing eight or nine small realms. They are the qualities of a Heavenly Emperor. Ye Fan: This means that I am the Emperor of Heaven and I should kill all enemies. The second echelon, protected by imperial soldiers and blessed by royal blood, have unparalleled talent, rarely seen in the ages, and their fighting power is on par with those of their senior masters, and they are expected to achieve enlightenment. Daoyi: Just because I am the biological son of Emperor Daoyan. The third echelon, those who practice the Emperor's Scriptures, are protected by their predecessors, are geniuses of their generation, and can reach the other side of the realm and shatter mountains with one blow, and have the hope of becoming a quasi-emperor. Ji Haoyue: I will defend the glory of the Eastern Wasteland Divine Body. The fourth echelon is the leader among the younger generation. They possess secret skills, are famous in the area, have special physiques, and can potentially become saints. Yuhua King Body: It is our duty as monks to restore the glory of Yuhua Emperor. The fifth echelon, the Great Sage lineage, personally taught by the Holy Lord, the sect’s immortal seedling, the unit of measurement for the Golden Age. The Holy Son of Purple Mansion: I will defeat Ye Fan and marry the Holy Maiden of Purple Mansion with her innate Dao fetus. There are so many geniuses and talented people in this world, but he is just a jerk. The sixth echelon, mortal bodies with cultivation qualifications, the combat power of ordinary cultivators, Lin Xian: It would be considered a success if I could not be attacked by the Emperor of Bitter Sea and could defeat cultivators of the same realm.
His life fountain is the real life fountain! "Not immortal?" Xu Xiang took a deep breath, his face becoming more rosy. This was the last stage of life. He looked at Lin Xian and Feng Baobao and sighed, "But, you look like an immortal." "That's just a layer of immortal clothes." Lin Xian shook his head. He descended into a world of one person, and using his own advantages, he became a fairy in the eyes of everyone. However, he never thought of himself as an immortal. The filters of the public are essentially the emperor's new clothes. You can just put on immortal clothes to fool outsiders, it's just a workaround on the path of cultivation. If you fool yourself, you'd be a real clown. Facing the dying Xu Xiang, Lin Xian felt there was no need to lie and said frankly: "I am a human being." I am just me. I am not the immortal Lin Xian. I am just Lin Xian. The emperor's new clothes will only devour his ego. He will not be encouraged by the whole world's praises and will not be discouraged by the whole world's criticisms. He should know the difference between inside and outside, and distinguish between honor and disgrace. Accepting his ordinary self is his true self. When he thought of this, Lin Xian felt that his eyes were hazy and he vaguely saw a fog. Only by forming the divine veins of heaven and earth, crossing the fog, and strengthening his own path and heart, could he see through the illusion and continue to search for his other shore. (End of this chapter)