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Lu Jing fell asleep on Zhaoye, and his golden blood, under the immortal body, actually shined golden light like the great sage Yantian of the Ming Dynasty, shining on his body and soul.

Lu Jing seemed to be asleep, his consciousness was blurred, and he saw a scene that surprised him.

He saw himself dressed in white, with a sword on his waist, walking up the stairs to the sky, and entering the sky.

So...he saw the scene in the sky covered by clouds and mist.

Mingyu Jing in the sky!

Five cities on the twelfth floor!

Twelve fairy towers stand in the vast void, surrounded by fairy mist, white cranes flying in the sky, and white deer walking on the clouds and mist... In addition, there are countless rare and exotic animals soaring in the sky.

The extremely thick vitality filled every space, and even these vitality accumulated into clouds and mist in the sky, shining white light, reflecting the five fairy cities.

In addition to the twelve fairy towers and five fairy cities, there are also 360 fairylands. Each fairyland is very different, and each fairyland blooms with a completely different spirit!

Lu Jing's white clothes were floating in the fairy mist, and he seemed to have transformed into an immortal, walking in the vast void.

"This... is the paradise in heaven after Tianguan?"

"Am I dreaming?"

Lu Jing frowned.

He had seen descriptions of fairyland in many ancient books, and also knew that among the world's heroes, many talented people had dreamed of ascending to fairyland, received the inheritance of immortals, and became true immortals.

Even when Lu Jing was still in the Lu family's mansion on Shili Changning Street, he wrote poems and essays, using this as an excuse to make famous those poets in his previous life and get out of his own predicament.

And when he had just obtained the body to ascend to immortality, there was also a fairyland that opened up, and immortals came into his dream, welcoming him to cross the heavenly gate and enter the fairyland. However, the master appeared at that time, and the matter of ascending to immortality was over.

"But I never thought that after the dangerous situation just now, I would inexplicably see the fairyland in heaven."

Lu Jingyuan looked at the vast fairyland, but no immortal came to greet him, and he saw no trace of the immortal.

While he was wondering, he saw a simple high platform made of bricks and stones standing in the vast void among the clouds and mists in the fairyland in the distance.

The high platform is covered with apricot and peach trees.

At this time, the apricot blossoms are fragrant, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and there are acres of fertile farmland and a thatched house.

There is a huge table placed in front of the thatched cottage.

On the table, sandalwood was burning, a guqin was placed, and there were very ordinary pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Sitting in front of the desk was a tall old man wearing a gray robe.

The old man has a straight beard and kind eyes. He is lowering his head and writing something.

The moment Lu Jing saw the old man, his body could not help but tremble slightly.

He subconsciously walked up to the high platform and came to the old man.

"Are you here? Sit down."

The old man invited Lu Jing to sit down, then got up and went back to the thatched cottage, taking out a pot of tea and two teacups.

"I grew this tea, come and taste it."

The old man burned new sandalwood and made tea for Lu Jing.

It was only then that Lu Jing came back to his senses. He quickly opened his arms wide, then closed his palms and bowed down to perform the disciple's ceremony.

"Master..."

The master was meticulous and nodded gently: "A friend comes from afar, and I only offer tea as a gift."

Lu Jing looked around and felt that there was smoke all around the high platform. Sitting on the high platform, not to mention the many wonderlands around him, even the Mingyu Kyoto, which was extremely brilliant and shone like a sun, could not see a single brick.

Just tiles.

"These pavilions and cities are so bright no matter day or night. Now that I am old, I can't sleep when I see the light, so I simply planted some apricot trees and peach blossoms to block them."

The master speaks very gently, his face does not look old, and his skin is as tender as a baby. Coupled with his long beard, he looks ordinary, but he has an unspeakable temperament.

"Master...is this here?"

"You are not dreaming. This is the sky that countless people in the world are looking up to."

The Master personally poured tea for Lu Jing. Lu Jing regained consciousness and stood up slightly to show courtesy.

"There is no need to be polite. Although you are young, you are the gentleman from the library and a real scholar. There are many connections between you and me. In the future... we may meet again."

"See you later, maybe it's not me who calls you to heaven."

The master whispered like this and motioned to taste the tea.

Lu Jing picked up the tea cup and took a sip, but he only felt it was bitter and had a bit of a strange taste.

Seeing Lu Jing's expressionless face, the Master unexpectedly showed some hope in his eyes: "How is it?"

Lu Jing originally wanted to say something nice, but the person in front of him at this moment was the real sage. In front of this real sage, Lu Jing hesitated for a while, and finally just said politely: "Master... Lu Jing doesn't usually do that often.

When you taste tea, you cannot tell whether the tea is good or bad.

It's just that the tea tastes quite bitter, which is not to Lu Jing's taste."

The master nodded unexpectedly and sighed: "It doesn't suit my taste either. This is the result of many improvements I made.

When I first ascended to heaven, the tea I grew was just like swill, smelling bad and unpleasant to drink.

Later, I painstakingly studied for more than 40 years before I could barely get into the mouth."

Lu Jing was silent for a while, subconsciously thinking of the fragrant flowers in fairyland...

Master ascends to heaven, is it so difficult to drink better tea?

The old man sitting opposite him seemed to understand what Lu Jing was thinking. He shook his head slowly and said: "When I first ascended to heaven, the owners of the Immortal Tower and even the people on the throne brought me a lot of tea and wine.

It's just that... I don't want to drink the tea and wine from heaven, so I refuse to go back. Their hospitality is beyond reproach."

Lu Jing was puzzled, but Master didn't explain much.

"Since you have such a talent that you can ascend to immortality, and now you have to master the sword spirit, as the elder of the library, I always want to see you."

The Master sighed and said: "Besides, I have been in heaven for too long and do not want to talk to them. Among the people who can go to heaven to see me on earth, some are dead, some are blocked by immortals, and some hate the fairyland and do not want to."

Come...

It would be a good thing for you to have a chat with me since your spirit has ascended to heaven today."

Lu Jing opened his mouth.

He never thought that the master who could open the heaven with his hands and was revered as a sage by countless people in the world would also feel lonely.

"In that case, why doesn't Master return to the human world?"

"It's better to have many people in the world waiting for your return than to be alone in the sky."

Lu Jing was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth to express his doubts.

The master took a sip of the bitter tea, narrowed his eyes with sparkling light, and said softly: "I am in heaven, so I can suppress this day. When he acts... he doesn't dare to be too unscrupulous."

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