The evening breeze was blowing, the waves were gently undulating, and a flat boat was like a black spot on the vast deep blue, going against the trend. ,
Meng Qi sat on the bow of the boat, with the cool breeze blowing on his face, and thoughts in his mind rising and falling.
After Liu Luo left, due to the great power behind him and the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation, he had temporarily given up on understanding the Overlord's Absolute Sword. He was looking for and waiting for a suitable and secret opportunity, so he did not stop at Sanxian Island and traveled in a wandering way. The attitude of returning to Jiangdong.
Last time, I speculated that one so-called three fruits can establish a specific connection between each other, so that they can awaken themselves with the help of the other party, forming a struggle with the angler or the possessed person. Although Gu Yaonv was vague and avoided the truth, there was no Admitted, but the fact that the powerful person behind Liuluo’s reminder would be unhappy seems to indirectly confirm this. Meng Qi is most concerned about this issue.
Now it seems that the fruit he ate not only has no harm, but actually contributes to getting rid of the current predicament. At critical moments in the future, it may be possible to awaken himself, completely take the initiative, and get rid of the angler.
Of course, we can't say that Gu Xiaosang is kind. She is in a similar situation to him and also needs such benefits.
It's hard to judge other things, but her behavior of not being willing to do anything early is certain.
Meng Qi tapped the bow of the boat, and the sound was like a melody, floating far away.
Starting from what Gu Xiaosang said was a bad year, after several events and the wash of time, Meng Qi understood the situation clearly, and gradually wiped the mourning platform and cleared the lake in his heart. The depression, sorrow, depression and anger were all in vain. It does not help, but interferes with judgment. The only way is to turn them into motivation, as a short-term martial arts heart, improve the desire from the heart, temper the martial arts will, spur one's own improvement, and wait patiently for opportunities. Don't act blindly, don't make impetuous progress, and don't give up on yourself, despair and decadence.
The worst outcome of the matter is death at most. I am not willing to die, but I will not tremble with fear and my legs will tremble at the thought of possible death.
However, things must be done secretly, and the teacher's relatives and friends cannot be implicated. Meng Qi had made a decision and had a direction. He felt that the heaviness that had been weighing on his heart for a while suddenly disappeared, and he felt relaxed both physically and mentally. I feel so uncomfortable, the slight sea breeze I breathe is so wonderful, the boundless ocean and the majestic sky are so shocking and cleansing my soul.
The sea laughs, and the waves on both sides of the river are surging. Meng Qi pats the bow of the boat, singing heroically. The sea is vast, and he has only himself in the surrounding area. The world and the world belong to one family, and he gradually regains the free and easy mentality of the past when he first entered the rivers and lakes.
This world is long. Boundless, the sea is vast, and not a single human figure can be seen in the induction. They are so majestic. Compared with it, oneself is so small, but even so small, there is a world within itself. Inner Tai Chi, with every movement of his hand, he can destroy everything in sight.
This slightly contradictory contrast was one of Meng Qi's previous mental problems. Ordinary people's mentality and extraordinary power will naturally produce various feelings of confusion and hesitation, but an extraordinary mentality cannot abandon its own personality and all the ways of doing things, and become a stone, a kind of law without emotional ups and downs, which can only be used in the past. As a foundation, we can rebuild our outlook on life and values and integrate them with our souls, so that we can go further and better and be less troubled by inner demons.
For example, as one's lifespan increases, one will feel a sense of dislocation between the short and the long when compared with those who are not alive until a hundred years old. It seems that the two are not the same kind of creatures. I am currently advancing by leaps and bounds, and I am only in my twenties. This This feeling is not yet obvious, but in the future, if you can realize the Dharmakaya, and get close to the help of Dongji Longevity Pill and Yuxu Golden Pill, maybe after a long retreat, the friends you know will fall, sit down and become dead. Sitting down.
At that time, how to adjust to the resulting changes in feelings and correctly view the short-lived splendor and long years will be the top priority of spiritual cultivation. According to some ancient records, some Dharmakayas will regard themselves as superior immortals. Gods and mortals regard them as ants, indifferent and indifferent, and some do not interact with them at all. Life at different levels has no common language.
These are not right or wrong, but Meng Qi doesn't like them. What he appreciates most is the attitude of a senior who is affectionate but not tired, who doesn't think too highly of himself, who treats ordinary people indifferently, and who doesn't grieve over the death of each of his friends. Absolutely, weeping, enjoying but not indulging in it. In this aspect, Zhuangzi's wife died and he sang with drums, which is an example of this kind of mentality. At the same time, it can be regarded as a thorough understanding of what life is and the mystery of life and death.
His thoughts were flying, and Meng Qi's mind seemed lively and settled. There was an indescribable beauty. He felt that his soul spread infinitely, the sea water was clear, and every detail was visible. If it were not for the shackles, he would not be able to reach far, and he could create it just by imagining it. A unique thing.
Suddenly, something moved in his heart. He looked towards the east and saw a small boat speeding towards him. If he hadn't been so lively just now, he might not have discovered it until he got closer.
Standing on the boat was a young Taoist priest with disheveled hair, wearing a strange green robe. His black hair swayed in the wind, revealing a handsome face. His breath was empty, making it difficult for Meng Qi to judge his strength.
When the two boats met, the young Taoist priest looked at Meng Qi, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled slightly, a friendly expression.
Meng Qi couldn't help but smile back.
The Ye Bianzhou boat overtook Meng Qi's boat and sailed into the dark scene ahead at a speed as fast as lightning and thunder, as if it was about to return to the Middle Earth.
Meng Qi was stunned, and suddenly remembered something. Ningtai, a swordsman he once met, said that he had met a young man wearing a strange green robe in the East China Sea. He often whispered who I was, who was I, could it be that person just now? people
Dongyang Shenjun left a calligraphy treasure of who I am and who is me, and the guy who whispers who I am and who is me has been to Wuyou Valley, explored the underworld of Zhenwu Town, and locked the gatekeeper at the door, Shen Shen nagging
But the Taoist priest just now felt refreshed, without any trace of madness or talking to himself.
Meng Qi was not sure, so he immediately flew up, performed somersault steps, and chased away. However, the guy he passed by just now had no trace left, and the blue waves stretched as far as the eye could see, empty and deserted.
You won't be able to dive into the bottom of the sea, right? Meng Qi thought for a while, then got into the sea, sensed the surroundings, and gradually dived deeper.
As the pressure increased, the vitality sea between heaven and earth merged with the water, making it difficult to breathe out normally. The light around him faded and darkness rippled. Meng Qi simply turned into a blue-blooded person, like a fish in water.
After searching for a long time, Meng Qi found some underwater ruins that had long been decayed and broken, and found an eye of the sea that led to an unknown direction. It was in the shape of a whirlpool, the water was dark and dark, and the waves were surging, adding weight, spinning and tearing apart. Holding everything.
Even if he practiced Xuan Gong and had Kunlun Taoist robes to defend himself, he would probably have to achieve half-step behind his back to resist sneaking in, or exchange for divine weapon-level water repelling beads. Meng Qi squatted near the eye of the sea, his spirit spreading, judging the strength.
Once it extends into the eye of the sea, his spirit will be crushed and submerged, and the pain will be abnormal.
Just now the Taoist priest drove a boat into the sea. Meng Qi frowned and thought.
The eye of this sea is deep and unpredictable, and I don’t know where it is connected. If you have the opportunity in the future, you have to come and explore. Multiple paths, more harvests, and more hopes.
Outside the gate of Xueshan Sect, Mr. Lu Da watched Master Yunhe follow the opponent's strong man inside.
After knowing the origin of the Wanxiang Sect, the Xueshan Sect, who was the guardian of the tomb, did not embarrass Yunhe and prepared to take him into one of the nine immortal tombs, but Mr. Lu Da could not follow.
Mr. Lu Da waited attentively and patiently. After less than half an hour, Master Yunhe flew out with a slightly ugly face and a serious expression. There was a bit of horror in his eyes, as if he had seen something terrifying, strange and unbelievable.
Seeing that he had no intention of talking, Mr. Lu Da did not ask.
There are many oases in the Western Region, and many of them are without owners. It is better for us to build a mountain gate here. Master Yunhe said.
The most important thing is that the Great Asura Mengnan died at the hands of Su Wuming, and the Western Region was no longer able to survive.
Mr. Lu Da nodded slightly: "It's up to you."
The location of the Golden Tent on the grassland was in a mess, with collapsed tents everywhere, and the scene was no longer the same as before.
After the fall of Daman and the disappearance of Gurdo, as Ye Yuqi said, many masters and strong men from the Northern Zhou Dynasty came to the grassland to hunt the strong men and destroy the tribal ancestors in order to cut off the rising power of the grassland and search for treasures. , occupying a land rich in resources.
During this process, the grassland was very chaotic. Many cults took advantage of the situation and fished in troubled waters. Many ambitious people were looking for adventures.
In a tattered tent, a horse-faced Taoist priest with a feathered coat and a high crown looked at the enlightened warrior who was tortured to death by his cult ritual, and said to his disciples with a slight expression of contentment: Mortal life is really fragile, and it will pass away if you are not careful.
His disciple was about to say a few compliments when he suddenly saw a flash of sword light and the light of his master's robe shattered. He covered his throat and made a loud sound. His soul tried to escape, but was trapped in the physical body.
After just one breath, the horse-faced Taoist priest fell to the ground, his life gone.
Master's life is also very fragile. This thought came to this disciple's mind spontaneously.
Then, he saw a young warrior in black clothes in the tent. His handsome appearance, masculine temperament, and special long sword all gave people an extremely familiar feeling.
Crazy Sword Su Meng blurted out, full of fear.
These were also his last words.
Meng Qi killed the group of cult members, walked out of the tent, looked at the messy and wide golden tent, and sensed the slightest movement.
After returning to Middle-earth, he came to the grassland to hone his skills by hunting down Hasullah and killing Taoist priests. Some time ago, he heard that strange things were happening near the Golden Tent, and several scenes were missing, so he came here specifically to investigate. . .