For Meng Qi, it is possible to comprehend the external sword technique or external sword moves next. These require your own wisdom and insight. Simple sword moves and other things are not very effective for Meng Qi, and they also need other items to assist.
“What item?”
Jiang Zhiwei was quite confused.
Meng Qi smiled:
"A five hundred-year-old Bodhi seed will help me realize it."
This is not only to understand the external sword technique, but also to obtain more "get" skills to make up the good skills needed.
Bodhi, a symbol of Buddhist wisdom and enlightenment, was the Buddha who at that time realized the truth under the Bodhi tree.
"Well, wearing Bodhizi can also help you understand the world, so as to understand yourself, and find a way out in advance. However, such things can be relied on but not reliable, and it depends on yourself after all." Jiang Zhi nodded slightly, reminding Meng Qi as before.
Meng Qi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't put the cart before the horse."
He mainly relied on Bodhis Son to "enlighten" the Tathagata's magic palm to gain the harvest. In other aspects, it is okay to be able to do so naturally, but it is okay if he cannot. The road is taken step by step.
Qi Zhengyan and Ruan Yushu both understood his choice very well, knowing that like Zhao Heng, his physical practice in the Kaijiao period was almost at its limit, and it is currently more about the improvement of the soul and soul.
Although he did not say it clearly, everyone could see that his goal was to get along with man and start his own path before the next mission.
Meng Qi turned around and took out the Bodhi seed that he had been interested in for a long time but had no remaining money to exchange for.
It is green in color and full of spirituality. It has a refreshing meaning when held in the hand:
"Five hundred years of Bodhis, earth treasures, and close-fitting wear can help people to enlighten themselves, especially Buddhism. Nine months of spiritual loss is worth one thousand good deeds."
This Bodhi seed is not expensive, but its effect is too useless. If it is not a Buddhist monk or Meng Qi who needs to understand the true meaning of Buddhism, few people can use it. After all, the ability to understand the world is not outstanding.
After strung it into a pendant and hung it on his chest, Meng Qi felt his mind refreshed. He thought about it for a while and planned to choose a sword-like attack move, because if he did not have the ability in this area, he would probably have to be a coincidence to understand the corresponding exercises from the "Tathagata's Divine Palm".
Thinking of the moves of "sword and sword attack", Meng Qi's first idea was undoubtedly the "three magical skills" in the "three swords, three swords, and three magical skills". Unfortunately, they are Dharma body moves, and they are still far from him. Three swords, three swords, and three swords are not urgently needed.
As soon as he explained his ideas, Jiang Zhiwei and others looked through their own exchange spectrum, looking for similar moves, and constantly providing advice.
In the end, Meng Qi picked out the iconic move of a casual cultivator who was the main world three hundred years ago: "Reversal of Yin and Yang", which is worth 1,050 virtuous achievements.
It is just a first entry into the outdoor scene, but it includes the skills and methods of sword attack and yin and yang transfer. For Meng Qi, who is just a beginner in this area, it is a high-level choice. As for the sword method in the enlightenment period, it is too simple and basic. With Meng Qi's current sword technique and sword technique realm, he can also quickly find it out.
"Okay, see you in two years." Jiang Zhi took a slight breath and said with a smile, both to encourage herself and to wish Meng Qi and others a good wish, wishing them all the best in the next task.
After saying that, she turned her head and stepped firmly into the leaving pillar of light, and the mist rose, leaving behind a cold green shadow.
Meng Qi showed a little sadness, and a rare silence. Then he said goodbye to Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan, and Zhao Heng.
The light and shadow were wandering, Meng Qi appeared in his house, and the sunlight shone out from the window, sprinkling a piece of golden yellow, illuminating the flying dust.
The generous and cheerful girl, the girl who reached out when she was most helpless, was about to start to sit in death? Maybe she would never meet again? An indelible feeling of regret surged in Meng Qi's heart, and he was stunned for a moment.
This is separation from life or death?
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Meng, who is usually quite optimistic, suddenly feels sad about spring and autumn!"
Shang Yi appeared beside Meng Qi at some point and joked with a smile.
Meng Qi smiled bitterly, shook his head and didn't say anything. At this moment, he was filled with Jiang Zhiwei who was about to be locked up. Where did he get the mood to joke with Shang Yi?
Seeing this, Shang Yi did not speak anymore, but turned to look outside the window.
A furry head suddenly appeared by the window, which was Gao Lan who had not been shaved after she had been cut off her hair and shaved.
"Hey, third brother, you have all the nine orifices open together, why don't you come out to drink and celebrate? You are here too!"
Gao Lan asked in surprise.
Meng Qi looked up, but found that Gao Lan's eyes contained a faint sense of play. His heart suddenly skipped a beat. He entered the cycle of reincarnation beside Gao Lan. Did he find anything?
Meng Qi had never seen the Dharma-Body Heroes before. Both Abbot Kong Wen and Mr. Lu Da were from them. However, when they entered the samsara, they were far away from them and were in a crowded place. Now, Gao Lan was no more than three meters away from him, and there were no one near him, and there were even fewer snakes, insects, rats and ants.
"Don't worry, don't worry, everyone has secrets. Am I like someone who is trying to figure it out?"
Gao Lan looks like I have seen through your secret.
Well, Liudao didn't respond. Maybe he could just see something that didn't involve the key?
He turned to look at Shang Yi with a serious expression and said:
"I didn't expect you to find this place, it's not easy!"
Shang Yi smiled slightly and said:
"It's just a few tricks, no one can get on the table!"
Meng Qi felt a little relieved, stood up and said:
"Brother, do you still have the 'Drunk Immortal'?"
He is in a complicated mood now and feels like he is drunk to relieve his worries.
Shang Yi did not pretend to be surprised. Meng Qi told him about becoming sworn brothers with Gao Lan in the world of reincarnation.
Gao Lan casually inserted the iron bar onto the belt, walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, and kept looking at Meng Qi, which made Meng Qi feel uneasy and didn't know what he meant.
"Brother, aren't you drinking to celebrate?"
Meng Qi raised his eyebrows and asked, not nervous.
Gao Lan tsk twice:
"You are not happy at all. What is the point of drinking to celebrate? Why not drink with Brother Shang and I! Judging from your appearance, could you have suffered from lovesickness?"
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Meng Qi immediately denied it.
"Third brother, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from my eyes. If you are in a bad mood, it's because of a girl, I'll cut my head to you as a stool!"
Gao Lan said proudly.
"How……"
Meng Qi subconsciously wanted to deny it, but when he looked at Shang Yi's smiling eyes, he sighed as soon as he spit out a word:
"It's related to the girl, not lovesickness."
Gao Lan nodded, very satisfied with his wit and vision, his eyes wide open, full of interest:
"Speak, listen."
Looking at him and Shang Yi's appearance, Meng Qi somehow remembered the aunts and ladies, but he was in a complicated mood and did have the urge to talk, so he sighed:
"Brother, haven't you mentioned a friend of life and death before? The direct history of the martial arts sect, shining with light, sword intent, cheerful and generous..."
"Yeah, what's wrong with her?"
Gao Lan asked with great enthusiasm.
"She plans to sit in death."
Meng Qi said dullly.
Gao Lan said "yo" long:
"So it's the direct descendant of Xijian Pavilion. You kid are very capable."
"What kind of ability is not capable?"
Meng Qi said annoyed.
Gao Lan said with a smile:
"No matter how powerful the genius in Xijian Pavilion is, even if you are a genius, you may die. Are you reluctant to let it go? Do you want to keep it?"
"I can't bear to leave it, I can't help it..."
Meng Qi was stunned.
Gao Lan slapped her palms:
"That's right. Do you dare to say that you don't have any lovesickness?"
Meng Qi's old face turned slightly red:
"It's the friend's reluctance. If you go to death, you may never be able to meet again."
"Anyway, I can't bear to give up, and there are countless emotions in my heart that are difficult to relieve, right?"
Gao Lan raised his eyebrows.
Meng Qi nodded and said nothing.
"Then let's talk to her in person. It's your business to try to keep it or not, and it's her business to accept it or not!"
Gao Lan grabbed Meng Qi's collar.
"It will ruin her mood..."
Before Meng Qi finished speaking, he felt silent all around him, and his eyes were dark, and there was only the touch of a high-looking hand at the collar.
Shang Yi sighed when he saw this:
"Sure enough, others were still neat and straightforward. Even myself, I was a little embarrassed with Ruan Yushu at the beginning!"
As he said that, Shang Yi took a step and disappeared from the spot, following Gao Lan's pace.
After a while, light finally appeared in front of Meng Qi's eyes, and a straight mountain like a sword in front of him.
"Where is this?" Meng Qi asked in surprise.
Gao Lan's hearty laughter sounded in his ears:
"Of course it is where the Xijiange Mountain Gate is located."
"Ah..." Meng Qi was a little confused.
Gao Lan put away his smile and his expression became serious:
"Even friends, don't you still have a relationship before leaving? In short, don't let yourself regret it. I don't want my sworn brothers to be the same as me."
Shang Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at Gao Lan. This was also a seed of infatuation!
Jiang Zhiwei, a bright girl with big eyebrows and big eyes, a simple black hair tied up, and a soft draped dress. She is wearing goose yellow clothes...
Jiang Zhiwei, who called out the "little monk" and extended a friendly hand...
Jiang Zhiwei, who was defeated by herself and cooperated tacitly...
Jiang Zhiwei, who has repeatedly advised herself to come to Jiangdong to help her...
Jiang Zhiwei, who never retreats in the face of a strong enemy...
Jiang Zhiwei, who burned himself and cut out the Sword 23...
And the "Chicken Slayer Sword God" Jiang Zhiwei...
All kinds of memories emerged before my eyes. Meng Qi took a deep breath and his eyes became firm. Brother Gao was right and always said goodbye.
He took a step forward, walked towards the mountain gate, and faced a disciple and said:
"This friend, I don't know why I came to my Shuijian Pavilion?"
"I'm here to see Su Meng, please see Jiang Zhiweijiang."
Meng Qi bowed.
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In a room, Jiang Zhiwei sat on a wooden bench and looked around. Unlike other women's boudoirs, there was only a mirror, no dressing table, and there were only a few boxes for clothes. The windows were bright and clean, refreshing and simple, and there were secrets of sword techniques everywhere.
This is where she has lived for more than ten years.
Jiang Zhi closed her eyes slightly, said goodbye to the past, and was about to get up with a long sword when she suddenly heard a junior brother outside saying:
"Senior Sister Jiang, Su Meng is here to visit, do you want to see him?"
Meng Qi is famous, and disciples of Xijian Pavilion are also familiar with him.
Jiang Zhiwei's expression was stunned. The sword-holding hand slid a little, and her teeth bit her lower lip, but she didn't answer for a moment.
In fact, she also has a little bit of affection for Meng Qi, but compared to Meng Qi, she loves swords more!
"Senior Sister Jiang?"
The junior brother outside raised the volume.
Your own Rule will go by yourself... Master's warning echoed in Jiang Zhiwei's mind. She took a long breath and slowly exhaled it, and finally said:
"Let him wait for me at Mid-mountain Pavilion."
In a stone room, a man in blue sat upright with his eyes closed and a long sword on his knee. His whole body seemed empty, as if he was in the distance, and he had no way to stop Jiang Zhiwei's actions.
At the foot of the mountain, Gao Lan carried his hands on his back, looked at the Xijian Pavilion from afar, and through the many obstacles, he seemed to see two figures. Suddenly, he frowned slightly and whispered:
"This lunatic actually chose the most difficult path...
And that free Buddhist son!
But how did the two of them get together?”
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In the pavilion of the mountain, Meng Qi had a long sword on his waist and looked at the clouds and mists in the mountains, and suddenly felt a little nervous.
At this time, a yellow figure came from the corner of the mountain road.
It was midsummer, with the mountains and flowers blooming and the trees were lush. Jiang Zhiwei slowly walked, just like a fairy among flowers.
Instead of wearing green clothes, she changed into goose yellow dress, with dark eyebrows and big eyes, and her black hair was simply tied up and softly. She was bright and magnificent, almost like Meng Qi first met.
"I didn't expect you to come."
Jiang Zhi smiled and stepped into the pavilion on the mountain and sat on the stone bench.
Meng Qi sat down opposite her and said with a wry smile:
"I always feel a little bit separated. I think I will see you again. In addition to sitting in the death gate, there are actually many ways to break through."
After saying this sentence for a long time, Meng Qi felt much more relaxed, but he became even more nervous.
Jiang Zhiwei's face was not angry, and she smiled like in the past:
"Of course I thought about it for a long time before I made a decision."
Her eyes became very soft, and she looked at Meng Qi with a smile, her voice was like a spring water:
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "My master has a special status in the sect, and I am also expected or respected by everyone. Senior brothers, senior sisters and sisters, always polite when I see me, and no one has ever joked with me."
"And you, the first time, well, you probably dared to give me a nickname when you met for the second time. What's the point of killing the Chicken Sword God? It's both angry and funny."
"It's obviously a little monk with no martial arts skills. He can actually fight bravely and fearlessly."
Meng Qi didn't say anything, quietly listening to Jiang Zhiwei's memories.
"You always say that you love to be a brain-sucking person, and you always want to be the kind of knight in storytelling novels. There are always fun words and fun actions that make people laugh, but at critical moments, you will definitely take the lead and never retreat to stand in front, so that people can trust."
"At that time, you were so cute that you were loved by others. I treated you as my younger brother, but gradually, you grew taller than me and became more and more mature. You were humorous and humorous, but your actual actions were calm and reliable."
"It is always very pleasant to get along with you. There are Senior Brother Qi, who is taciturn but tolerant of his companions, Sister Yushu, who is as lonely as me, Senior Brother Zhang, and Miss Fu. You value righteousness over wealth, enjoy your grudges, and follow your life and death, satisfying all my expectations for the world..."
Jiang Zhiwei's voice was a little joy, and a sincere smile was on the corner of her mouth.
After a pause, she looked at Meng Qi's eyes with black eyes, and said in a small but clear manner:
"But these are not what I want most."
Meng Qi was silent for a while and showed a smile:
"I see."
Jiang Zhi nodded slightly, and did not say goodbye. She raised her long sword, turned around slowly, and walked towards the top of the peak without any speed.
When she was about to get to the corner, she bounced the scabbard, and the sword inside sounded lightly, like a dragon's roar.
In the midst of the sword, she said in a vocal voice:
"I only love the seven-foot sword in my life, and I am not me when I see me."
Meng Qi listened quietly and saw that the mountain flowers were gorgeous and colorful, gradually covering up the yellow goose figure.
Shang Yi did not disturb him, but waved his hand and sprinkled several coins and fell into the void above Jiang Zhiwei's head, integrating into Jiang Zhiwei's own luck. This did not directly help Jiang Zhiwei, but also increased the possibility of her success in the death threshold.
Su Wuming, who was following here in the stone room, whispered in a low voice:
"The way of luck, has the worldly king Buddha tried the way of luck in the past?"
He did not think that what Shang Yi was going in this life was the way of luck. After all, Shang Yi did not conceal his intention to reach the other side through business buildings in various places and the temple of God of Wealth that changed in all worlds.
In midsummer, the mountain wind was still slightly cool. Meng Qi walked down the road and quickly left Xijian Pavilion and saw Shang Yi and Gao Lan waiting outside.
Gao Lan nodded and said seriously: "The Seven-foot sword is a symbol of people with swords, which corresponds to the 'I' and 'I' behind it. In the "Tao Te Ching", 'I' refers to the self of the body, the self of the outside, and 'I' is the inner self, the true self. The meaning of the two is completely different. In the past, Nanhua Tianzun said that 'I lost myself'."
"I don't know..." Meng Qi glanced at him.
"Haha." Gao Lan said with a dry smile:
"Are you talking about nothing? To be honest, what are you afraid of when you are in the custody of death? As long as you can get out of seclusion, it is not that you can't get married. A fierce girl is afraid of being stubborn. At that time, as long as you are willing to put aside your face and be willing to work hard..."