MTL - The Human Emperor-Chapter 1333 Da Luo Xianjun's Tips!

Wang Chong's mind kept coming and going, and he remained calm and did not lose his position.

Once again, Wang Chong filtered all the details in his mind.

"Oh!"

When Wang Chong's gaze inadvertently passed over the Xuanyuan Sword on his waist, suddenly, he was shocked and stopped for a moment.

"... Since Daxian Jun gave you this Xuanyuan Sword, I believe he must have told you a lot of other news, including even how to deal with this crisis."

In the midst, the words that Tai Luo had left before suddenly came to mind.

When Tailuo said these things, Wang Chong didn't care, but at this moment, Wang Chong suddenly remembered something.

Da Luoxian Junjing is good at astrology. Before he died, he only told Wang Chong some predictions, including the Tiangong incident after the lunar eclipse, but did not mention specific solutions, but Wang Chong remembered that he had told everything Afterwards, Da Luoxianjun once gave a bag, and stated that in the last crisis, when light and darkness intersect, he will open it again.

"Is it the moment when light and darkness are staggered?"

Wang Chong muttered to himself, a pair of sword eyebrows wrinkled deeply.

Wang Chong didn't know whether it was the time when the light and darkness of Da Luoxianjun said, but his mother could not wait, and the power of the heavenly palace was not only erasing the memory of the people and themselves, but also erasing the human soul. On the street, there have been many stunned people, but they do not know it.

If we don't stop it, there will be no time for light and darkness to intersect.

Moreover, Tian's strength is strong day by day. When he repairs the "Phoenix Pearl" completely and creates a perfect body, at that time, I am afraid that he may not be able to defeat him as easily as the Turkic journey.

"Oh!"

The next moment, Wang Chong thought, and quickly took out the bag that Da Luoxianjun handed to himself before his death.

The sac is the size of a slap and has a very fine workmanship.

The moment he took out the bag, Wang Chong saw the black mysterious bird pattern at a glance, everything was exactly the same as when he was in Daluoxianfu.

The bag has a strange wave, and a seal left by Da Luo Xianjun is attached to it. Even Wang Chong, under normal circumstances, it is difficult to "see" the inside.

Of course, if Wang Chong intends, he can do it with his current practice.

However, since getting this bag, Wang Chong has always complied with Da Luoxianjun's instructions and has not moved easily.

But at this moment, looking at this bag, Wang Chong has a strong impulse.

He had a feeling that Da Luoxian Jun could predict the Tianhe Tiangong incident this time, and he must also predict his current situation. Although Da Luoxian Jun ’s realm and strength may not help him resolve this crisis, he must Will leave some clues.

More importantly, Da Luoxian Jun was able to predict that he would appear in Daluodongfu underground more than a thousand years ago, so maybe he even expected to open his bag at the moment. .

If this is the case, I may be right to open the bag now.

All of these thoughts were like lightning, in the electric light stone and fire, and quickly flew past Wang Chong's mind. Just a moment, Wang Chong calmed his mind.

Yes and no, the answer will be known soon.

"laugh!"

Wang Chong drew it slightly, and then took out the thread seal on the bag. Listening to the inaudible voice, Wang Chong was also throbbing in his heart at this time, with a strong curiosity.

Da Luoxian Jun claims to be inexhaustible, but before he actually opens the bag, no one knows what it is.

"Oh!"

With the opening of the bag sealed, the secret left by Da Luoxian Jun in the bag also opened.

However, it was too late, and before Wang Chong completely opened the bag, the next moment, a two-finger wide golden light beam suddenly burst out of the bag, and clicked. Wang Chong's face door.

The beam of light condenses but does not disperse, quickly transforms in the void, and finally turns into a line of text.

"This"

Seeing the line of text that appeared in front of him, Wang Chong stunned, unable to say a word.

Wang Chong originally guessed that Da Luoxianjun was leaving a note or something in the bag, at least related to the situation in front of him, but Wang Chong only did not expect it, and it was this that Da Luoxianjun left to himself.

"Do not let the secrets go, but never again."

The golden light that came out of the bag turned out only these nine words.

Nine small fonts slowly rotate in the air, condensing and not dispersing, showing a hint of warning.

"Oh!"

The beam of light lasted for only a moment, then turned into a beam of light immersed in Wang Chong's eyebrows, all the way down the meridian, finally fell into Dantian, turned into a ban, suspended in Dantian motionless.

"So ... this is not the time when Da Luo Xianjun said that the light and darkness are interlaced, did I turn it on in advance?"

Wang Chong murmured to himself, feeling lost.

Judging from the text left by Da Luoxian Jun, it is clear that Da Luoxian Jun had long expected that he would open the bag, and that's what can't be said again.

The vastness of the heavenly machine is not immutable. Although Wang Chong does not know how to count things, he also knows that the machine cannot be easily leaked.

"Huh? No!"

Suddenly, Wang Chong's gaze jumped, and his attention quickly fell into the pocket of his palm.

After Jin Guang rushed out, judging from the writings left by Da Luoxian Jun, the bag should be empty and there would be nothing, but Wang Chong clearly felt that there was something in the bag.

Without hesitation, Wang Chong quickly opened the bag.

Right at the bottom of the bag, a white cloth bag, squared up, immediately jumped into my eyes.

"this is"

Wang Chong gently lifted the white cloth bag. He was puzzled in his eyes. The cloth bag was very light, only about three or four grams, and he could not feel any energy fluctuation. It should not be a magic weapon or other things related to martial arts.

Almost subconsciously, Wang Chong picked up the cloth bag and sniffed at the nose.

"tea?"

Wang Chong's body trembled and his face was incredible.

Through the white square cloth bag, Wang Chong smelled a faint fragrance, which is a kind of peculiar fragrance of tea.

The Wang family is also a big family, and usually drinks a variety of top-level tea at home, even the tribute tea enjoyed by the royal family. But the tea in the white square cloth bag does not match any kind of tea that Wang Chong has contacted. There is an indescribable ancient charm ...

Da Luoxianjun has been sleeping deep in the ground for nearly a thousand years. What he put in the bag is not the West Lake Longjing as it is now, it is likely to be ancient tea a long time ago.

"What does Da Luoxianjun mean?"

Wang Chong gently twisted the cloth bag, feeling the piece of tea inside slipping, and only felt suspicious in his heart.

He has carefully explored with mental strength and suffocation, and found no abnormalities at all. No matter from which point of view, Da Luoxian Jun really only has a bag of ordinary tea left in the bag.

Is this intentional or accidental?

What's more, Wang Chong couldn't imagine how a packet of tea was related to the dilemma he is facing now.

"Try it!"

Wang Chong thought about it for a long time, and never had the essentials.

Tea leaves need to be brewed. Perhaps the package of tea left by Da Luoxianjun has some cleansing and tranquility, or has other functions.

"Oh!"

The light flashed, and Wang Chong disappeared instantly. When it appeared again, there was already a pot of steaming boiling water in the hand, and several tea cups and trays.

Wash the tea, filter, then fill the cup with boiling water, watch the sword-shaped tea leaves slowly spread inside, and a new cup of tea is formed.

The night was silent. Wang Chong sat on the roof with a frown, his right hand stretched out, and he quickly picked up a cup of tea from the tea tray. First I smelled it, and then took a sip, the tea was bitter, and there was a bitter taste at the entrance. It is completely different from the taste and taste of today, and the taste is not so pleasant.

No matter in which aspect, this bag of tea has nothing special, and that taste is only suitable for ancient people.

"Scented tea!"

Just as Wang Chong's brows were locked deep, an old voice came into his ears. Before Wang Chong responded, his sleeves fluttered, and a thin palm suddenly appeared in Wang Chong's vision, straight from Wang Chong. A cup of fragrant tea was taken from the tray.

Wang Chong was very surprised. He looked up, but found that an old man in gray clothes was in front of him. He appeared on the roof more than once. If no one beside him took out a cup of tea, he put the cup to his nose and took a deep breath. Take a sip of tea, then close your eyes slightly, and look with enjoyment.

"It's so fragrant! I haven't expected that I can smell this familiar tea fragrance after so long."

The man said to himself, as if Wang Chong did not exist.

Wang Chong was very surprised. He carefully looked at the old man in front of him. From the point of view of breath, the old man did not have a very strong breath, at least not the peerless strong man that Wang Chong imagined at first, but the king Chong Xiuwei didn't find out when he appeared on the roof.

And the night was dark, and everyone was silent. Wang Chong had checked before. There was no human figure nearby. The gray-clad old man who appeared out of nowhere looked strange.

The most important thing is that the old man looked at his strength, but Wang Chong's cultivation in Dongtianjing could not detect the specific situation in his body at all.

His whole feeling was very dim and elusive, as if there was some force blocking Wang Chong.

suspicious!

Very suspicious!

"If the seniors like it, they can take all of the half pack of tea."

Wang Chong's thoughts turned around a lot. Instead of asking about his origin, he flicked his palm and gently pushed the remaining half of the bag of tea to the old man.

However, the response of the old man was completely different from Wang Chong's expectation.

He had tea in his hands, slightly raised his head, and looked enjoyed, but never meant to sip.

And when Wang Chong sent the half-bag of ancient tea, the old man was unmoved and seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, and his gaze was from beginning to end, without even glancing at Wang Chong.

"It's no regret to smell the tea again in the last days."

The old man in gray took a deep breath of tea and sighed.

Before Wang Chong responded, a gust of wind blew through, and the cup of tea in the old man's hand returned to the tea tray in front of Wang Chong.

The tea in the cup remained untouched, but the old man in grey was lost.