The light of the sword was empty, and it evolved into countless things. Duan Mingcheng seemed to have seen the reconstruction of the Snow God Palace, the order that no one in the martial arts could dare to disobey, the breaking of the boundaries between humans and gods, reaching the top, and soaring with beauty. All these things are extremely beautiful and sweet. To the extreme, it’s hard to extricate yourself.
The light faded and the people dispersed. Duan Mingcheng suddenly felt like a dream. When he woke up, he felt extremely lost and wished he could go back to the past.
Alas, the mage's sword skills can really touch people's hearts. I am ashamed that I can't match them.
Duan Xiangfei's tone full of frustration made Duan Mingcheng wake up completely. Looking at the spotless white monk's robe in front of him, Master Zhending floating in the world, thinking back to the indescribable sword light just now, he was shocked in his heart. It turned out that this was a sword. To be able to communicate with the gods is indeed to be able to communicate with the gods with one sword.
A vast and profound world once again unfolded before his eyes, full of all kinds of mysteries. In the past, he was like a frog in a well, with little knowledge. He actually doubted Master Zhending's sword skills. There was such a sword skill in the world.
Meng Qi hit Duan Xiangfei with the back of his sword and finally withdrew his strength, so it did not cause any serious damage. He only made Duan Xiangfei cough a few times. Of course, his soul was severely hurt. Reconstruction Snow The shrine was an obsession that he had been dreaming of for decades, but now that he was attracted by the world of mortals, he was naturally sad and ashamed, unable to control himself, and his negative emotions could not dissipate for a long time.
Amitabha, if the benefactor's heart is flawless, the poor monk's sword will have no chance to take advantage of it, and the benefactor will lose himself. Under such circumstances, Meng Qi would certainly not miss the opportunity to portray the image of an eminent monk.
Duan Xiangfei is an old fox after all. After taking a breath, his expression returned to normal: Master, there is no need to say anything, I know my own business, we will go out tomorrow. How about taking a boat to Changhua Temple
I don’t know how many days it will take. Meng Qi is most concerned about this. He was a little exhausted now, but he was not afraid of Duan Xiangfei being in trouble. If he has evil intentions, and he has the technique of sacrificing his own body to urge him to use the sword, the refreshing breeze of sorrow, and the death-defying dart at the sight, killing him will not be a problem.
Duan Xiangfei said without thinking: If there is a favorable wind, we can arrive in ten days.
If it were SF Express, it would be here tomorrow. Meng Qi said a cold joke that was not funny: That's great, old Duan, do you still remember your last request? Could you please help me collect some common secrets, preferably about acupuncture points.
Duan Xiangfei was extremely shrewd and didn't ask too many questions. He smiled and said: This is simple.
Meng Qi nodded, and was about to let Duan Xiangfei give him a room to rest and concentrate on his acupoints, when he suddenly remembered something: Old Duan, you said that I can reach the gods with one sword and break the void. I have ascended to the Pure Land of Buddhism. Will it be a bit troublesome for me to walk around the world again? How about I disguise myself and take a pseudonym
No problem. Changhua Temple and Tianding City are separated by nearly a month's journey to the west and east. People nearby probably don't recognize you, Master. Say it again. Duan Mingcheng smiled in a noble and authentic manner, and then said. Even if someone recognizes the mage, I will say that it is difficult for the mage to break the boundaries between humans and gods in this world. Therefore, I went down to the lower world to teach and save the world.
Lao Duan, your talent for smooth speaking is stronger than your talent for martial arts. Meng Qi said sincerely, this guy's lying skills have definitely been maxed out, and he is worthy of being an old fox.
In fact, he doesn't care much about this problem. With his current strength, although he can't be said to be invincible in the world, he still has a slight upper hand against the masters. As long as he is not besieged by several masters, there will be no danger.
Thank you Master for the compliment. Duan Xiangfei didn't feel any shame and answered with a smile.
The next day, Meng Qi, who had begun condensing the acupoints, was led by Duan Xiangfei and Duan Mingcheng to the riverside, where a huge ship with ornate carved railings and jade inlays was moored.
I asked Mingcheng to inform his subordinates to prepare it last night. Duan Xiangfei explained casually, and took Meng Qi up to the deck and into the cabin. There were beautiful maids making tea and water, and serving him meticulously.
Meng Qi smiled as he watched the maids flying around like butterflies and warblers, and joked: Old Duan, when I first met you, you were just riding in a small broken boat. I didn’t expect to have such a luxurious building. Boat, the real person doesn’t show his face.
Duan Xiangfei picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said with a smile: "I am idle now, but I like to go boating, but this time I am afraid of neglecting the Master."
Is the poor monk like that kind of fair-weather monk? Meng Qi smiled and said, he is a fair-weather monk.
Duan Xiangfei nodded lightly: But I didn't think it through carefully. When a mage comes out of the world, he is a person addicted to luxury and enjoyment. Why don't we abandon the ship and change the ship
Meng Qi leisurely spread the heat with the tea lid and said casually: "It doesn't matter, a poor monk can afford a simple meal and a luxurious service."
The simple meals are empty, the luxurious service is empty, the Master is worthy of being an eminent monk. Duan Xiangfei was stunned for a moment and praised.
This is your own understanding. Meng Qi's smile was a little stiff.
For the next ten days, Meng Qi continued to refine the acupuncture points, practice the fifth level of Transformation and Golden Bell, practice Luo Hongchen, ponder the Yama Tie, and sometimes read the Nine Swords of Dugu, which was very fulfilling.
Although the cultivation in this world is much slower than that in the main world, Meng Qi's acupoint has been opened, and the condensation is assisted by the Virtual Form Yihua Pill, which is evenly matched. However, unless there is a forced impact, the opening of the ear acupoint relies on tempering and has nothing to do with the world itself. The progress of swordsmanship and swordsmanship basically comes from self-examination and discussion with others. As long as there is a suitable opponent, it does not involve the environment. Therefore, the main progress is the completion of the fifth level of the Golden Bell and the practice of transformation. slow.
However, perhaps because of his shallow foundation in swordsmanship, the difficulty of getting started with Dugu Nine Swords, and Meng Qi's lack of understanding, when he arrived at Ningcheng where Changhua Temple was located, he had no clue at all.
Master, it's getting late, let's rest in the city for a day, and then go to Changhua Temple outside the city tomorrow. Along the way, Duan Mingcheng was very ardent, because the martial arts principles that Master Zhending occasionally revealed in his words were particularly thought-provoking.
Meng Qi looked at Duan Xiangfei and Duan Mingcheng, smiled and said: Guests are welcome, but the poor monk has to go to the bookstore to buy the book.
I Ching Duan Xiangfei asked a little strangely, there is indeed the I Ching in this world, but a monk always looks weird when looking at the I Ching.
Just by analogy. Of course Meng Qi would not say that he was cramming in common sense, and getting started with Dugu Nine Swords did involve some aspects of Yi.
Duan Xiangfei didn't ask any more questions and told Duan Mingcheng to go to the inn to take care of things first. He and Meng Qi walked leisurely through the busy city and went to a bookstore to buy the Book of Changes. Went into a lively restaurant again.
As soon as I stepped in, I was greeted by the sound of loud voices. Meng Qi's acupoints related to the ear aperture have almost been condensed. With a slight thought, he can distinguish different voices. Some people are discussing the provincial examination, some are bragging about killing bandits, and some are communicating about various recent events in the world, many of which mention Meng Qi. What is strange is that Master Zhending is a highly respected person with a white beard hanging down his chest. I was lucky enough to meet someone and receive his teachings. For example, several great masters were stimulated and eager to touch the boundary between humans and gods.
I originally thought that there would be no way out after the Grand Master, but I didn’t expect that Master Zhending could reach the gods with one sword and cut off the path between humans and gods. It is really a blessing for the martial arts world.
At these words, Meng Qi and Duan Xiangfei smiled at each other and climbed up to the second floor. Because of the lack of space, I found a seat by the window.
There is a Luoxue Dao near Changhua Temple. If the master wants to learn from each other, I can lead the way. Duan Xiangfei said with a smile.
Meng Qi nodded: I’m done.
Duan Xiangfei ordered a few vegetarian dishes. Suddenly he sighed: The boundary between humans and gods is elusive. Except for people like mages, I don’t know who has such hope.
What do you think, old Duan? Meng Qi looked at Duan Xiangfei with a smile.
Duan Xiangfei pondered for a moment and said: Cui Xu is extremely talented. With a firm mind, I condensed the Ancestral Aperture between the Eyebrows twice. It is equivalent to the completion of the illusion and the opening of other divine treasures. If he didn't die, he might really be able to touch the boundary between humans and gods.
Meng Qi's expression remained unchanged and he said: Cui Xu is eager for quick success and has lost his foundation. Even if he can open the boundary between humans and gods, his youth will only burn away without a trace, leaving only a ghost.
Luo Qing has already opened up his secrets at a young age. His swordsmanship is outstanding, and he is almost psychic. Given time, he may be able to open up the boundaries between humans and gods. Duan Xiangfei asked.
Meng Qi thought for a while and said: I don't know how many geniuses were outstanding when they were young, but they were ordinary when they grew up. Luo Qing is still far away from the boundary between humans and gods, and there are still many obstacles and difficulties. It is difficult to say that there is hope, unless he can get a big opportunity.
Duan Xiangfei straightened his back and looked at Meng Qi with bright eyes: What about this old man? Is there hope for this old man
Meng Qi suddenly wanted to laugh. He felt like he was talking about heroes over wine, but this was not bad. He suppressed his smile and said seriously: Old Duan, you have been on the wrong path for a long time. Unless you can find your way back.
Duan Xiangfei, who had gone astray, looked sad and muttered to himself, as if he wanted to ask Meng Qi for advice on how to find his way back, but he was a little unable to speak. He instead said, I wonder which master is most promising to break the boundary between humans and gods in the master's mind.
Meng Qi picked up the teacup, swayed it gently, and imitated Cao A'an's tone and said: "There is no great master in the world, but the miserable monk of Faxuanzong is the only one who has hope."
This is the truth. No one else’s body can withstand the backlash of opening the gateway between the eyebrows and building the bridge between heaven and earth. Only the miserable monk who has spent decades using Chunyang Boy Kung Fu has some hope. Of course, he must first find the way to open the spiritual secret. Hidden Dharma.
What a loud tone. Duan Xiangfei hadn't spoken yet, but a voice came from the stairs. It was mature and low, but it was a female voice.
Duan Xiangfei looked back and saw a beautiful woman in a scarlet palace dress and a middle-aged man with a dull face walking up hand in hand. She had a beautiful appearance and a graceful figure. She was like a ripe fruit, so plump. She was almost dripping with water, but what caught Meng Qi's attention was the long knife hanging on her waist. The blade was very thin and seemed to be broken at any time.
I asked who it was, and it turned out to be Mr. Xianyin. The middle-aged beautiful woman said with a hint of sarcasm, "I don't know the name of this eminent monk, but I would like to ask Mr. Xianyin to introduce me to him. I want to see what qualifications he has to comment on the world's great masters."
Duan Xiangfei remained calm, turned to Meng Qi with a smile, "This is Mrs. Che, Che Wanxiu, nicknamed Luo Xuedao, and this is her husband, Mr. Xiang."
Because Che Wanxiu is a great master, when outsiders introduce her, she is also called Mrs. Che instead of Mrs. Xiang.
Meng Qi understood what he meant and nodded gently, indicating that there was no need to keep his identity secret. He would eventually compete with Luo Xuedao.
Duan Xiangfei got the answer, stood up with a smile, and said to Che Wanxiu: Madam Che, this mage is indeed qualified to comment on the world's great masters.
Before Che Wanxiu could speak, he added: His Dharma name is true. . .