"How can I give it up?"
"The strength that I have painstakingly cultivated is what I truly rely on and the biggest guarantee to achieve the Legendary realm. How can I give it up as an illusion?"
Hearing Qi Zhengyan's series of questions, such a thought came to Mengqi's mind.
If he did not have the strength of martial arts, how could he deal with the situation where the mighty people of the Legendary Realm were returning one after another?
If he did not have the strength of martial arts, would he not even have the power to resist when facing people with ill intentions like the Golden and Silver Eyes?
If he did not have the strength of martial arts, would he have to rely on the big shots of the Nirvana Realm behind him for everything?
If he did not have the strength of martial arts, how could he find clues and resurrect Xiaosang?
If he did not have the strength of martial arts, wouldn't he only be able to watch helplessly when his teachers and friends were in danger? Even if he was anxious and worried to the point of madness, there was nothing he could do?
Many things were built on the foundation of the strength of martial arts to reach his current realm and status step by step. Without it, he was like a rootless duckweed. He could not do anything even if he wanted to. Just by thinking about it, he could clearly feel what was called powerlessness!
Seeing Mengqi's rare change of expression, Qi Zhengyan's expression became more and more serious, and his tone became more calm.
"If we did not trust each other and it was someone else who made this suggestion, would you think that this was a conspiracy to deceive the world's strongest celestial being to abandon his martial arts and easily kill him with just a few words?"
"Isn't the fierce resistance and struggle in your heart proof of your dependence on martial arts?"
"Didn't you live for so many years without martial arts?"
"Without martial arts, you are not you?"
As the words entered his ears, Mengqi's thoughts fluctuated, confronting and refuting each other. He wavered, but he could not make up his mind.
Yes, up until now, I've really relied too much on martial arts. It's hard to imagine what life would be like without martial arts. If I can't remove this layer of fog that shrouds my True Spirit, how can I see my "true self"?
Are you kidding me? The strength that was cultivated bit by bit was the most real. How could he give it up for an illusory hope? Without martial arts, how could he face all kinds of troubles in the future?
If he did not cut himself to see himself as soon as possible and understand that he was who he was, why not take the risk and give it a try when the mighty people of the Legendary Realm began to return early? Celestial beings and mortals were not much different?
However, even if he didn't give up on martial arts and relied on the tempering of time, he might be able to find an opportunity to break through in the next few years. With the protection of the Moonlight Bodhisattva and the kindness of the Qing Emperor, it should not be a problem to hold on for a few years. Why should he try such a dangerous method with no guarantee?
After explaining so much, wasn't it because he couldn't let go of the martial way and had become a slave to it?
Without the Martial Dao, he was already a slave to others!
…
In such a short period of time, he had to come up with an answer to this question that concerned his future and life. Even though Mengqi had always been good at making decisions and dared to risk his life, he was still in a state of hesitation and struggle. His lips moved, and he wanted to speak several times, but nothing came out.
Only by cutting off the external "me" can one see the true "me"?
Qi Zhengyan's expression returned to normal and he said slowly,
He said slowly, "Think about it yourself. Only you can make a decision for this kind of thing."
After saying that, he left without looking back, step by step he went deep into the Southern Wasteland. Bits of sparks gathered, as if forming a red torrent.
Mengqi stared at his back in a daze and suddenly let out a long sigh. He was full of thoughts. If this method could be as clear as cutting off the past and future, as long as he acted according to the plan, there would be a good chance of success. He had already tried it, but Senior Brother Qi had clearly said that even if he gave up martial arts, he might not be able to completely cut himself to see himself. It was equivalent to wasting his efforts and losing his biggest reliance. He would become a useless person from then on. The path was vague, unpredictable, and full of variables. How could he make up his mind?
Starting from the Legendary Realm, the path was indescribable, and the path was naturally also vague and unpredictable.
With a mind full of thoughts, he walked like a horse without reins. Unknowingly, he had walked out of the city of Guangling. The waves of the great river were surging, and the twilight was heavy. It seemed that it had not changed for thousands of years.
This was the place where he last saw Xiaosang.
"She struggled, and she lost …" Mengqi closed his eyes. The past was as clear as ever, vivid in his mind. Her expression and tone were so real, as if it had just happened.
He opened his eyes, his pupils deep and serene. Through the twilight mist, Mengqi saw a number of ships anchored at the riverside port. The lights were like stars.
The flowers looked the same every year, but the people were different every year.
Whoosh, the river flowed, no different from the past. Mengqi strolled closer, the scenes of the past replaying in his mind.
From all the clues he had so far, Xiaosang had never given up. Even when she was forced to choose to die in my hands, she still left a way out, waiting for the opportunity to make a comeback.
She was such a person, far-sighted, unpredictable, and would never give up easily.
A demoness should be a demoness. She was the kind of demoness that you thought was dead and had no chance of resurrection, but you saw her return leisurely in a white dress under the waning lights.
"Xiaosang seemed to have left the hope of resurrection on me, so why did she believe that I could do it?"
"Was it a solution out of solutions, or was it an expectation mixed with subtle feelings?"
"Was it certainty about my future, or did she trust in my strength and adaptability?"
Mengqi's thoughts raced, and finally returned to the matter of "martial arts strength". He was lost in thought for a long time.
The bright moon gradually rose, and its clear light sprinkled. In the silence, his green robe fluttered, and his back was bleak. He crossed the river and strolled northward.
It was another lost night. When the sun rose in the east, Mengqi found himself on the shore of a misty lake. It was also a familiar place, and it was also a memory that was engraved in his memory.
The former Bayan Valley, and now the Bayan Lake.
After sitting for a few months and patiently hunting, he finally killed the Wolf King.
They sat across from each other on the lake. You were a white lotus, and I was a green lamp. Unexpectedly, the prophecy came true.
The lake was sparkling, bathed in the morning light. There were fishing boats on the shore, as well as beautifully decorated ships.
Mengqi breathed in the breeze on the lake and recalled the past. There were a few tourists shuttling around.
"This is the Bayan Valley?"
"Yes, the Bayan Valley where the Frenzied Blade killed the Wolf King. This place witnessed his first ascension to the top of the Ranking List of Young Masters, and witnessed him becoming the Primitive Emperor from the Frenzied Blade."
"Later, the Primitive Emperor even fought a great battle here, turning the Bayan Valley into the Bayan Lake?"
"Yes, at that time he transformed into the Devil of Malice, went deep into the enemy's lair, and fought with several gurus here. He was also ambushed, but how could he survive under the influence of Fruits of Karma? In the end, he won."
"It's really a place full of predecessors' magnificent deeds. Take a picture for me, I want to keep it as a souvenir."
"Weren't you feeling uneasy before? Why are you so relaxed now?"
"Hehe, the Emperor has the help of the Native Tribe. It is said that there are many mighty people in the Legendary Realm, and they are not afraid of the demon race and the Luo Sect at all. Why should we worry for nothing? Quick, quick, quick, take a picture of me and the Bayan Valley. Previously, there was the invincible Frenzied Blade, and today, there is the famous sword! "
Listening to their words, Mengqi couldn't help but smile slightly. Is this the 'me' in the eyes of others?
The focus of the Bayan Valley in my memory is completely different from what they said.
They only care about my own strength and my own achievements. Apart from these, in front of me, there is also the strange and sickly girl in white with flushed cheeks …
Because this is my experience.
Because I can't forget it.
Meng Qi's mood suddenly relaxed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly left Bayan Valley like a wanderer who had nothing better to do. He traveled all over the country, returning to the places in his memory and searching for himself.
Traveling alone, reporting to the Shaolin Temple, relying on strength, sensational achievements, and unforgettable is facing death unflinchingly, and passionate emotions.
Hurrying on a moonlit night, carrying the wounded on his back, killing one person with one sword, relying on strength, obtaining benefits, and the joy of revenge.
In the Shaolin Temple, with low strength, unforgettable is the Master and Little Junior Brother …
Bit by bit, stripping away the outer appearance and revealing the inner heart, Mengqi gradually became quiet, like the bright moon hanging quietly in the night sky.
Without martial arts, what kind of me would I be?
Stopping at the edge of the cliff, looking at the blue sea, hitting the mountain wall and stirring up white foam, Mengqi suddenly exhaled and made a decision in his heart.
Until now, he seemed to understand what his Master Xuan Bei often said to "let go", the so-called "break the law".
Then let's give it a try!
If I don't have martial arts, am I not me?
He took a step forward and stepped onto the ocean. Stepping on the waves, he moved forward step by step. At dawn, he arrived at a celestial island surrounded by clouds and mist. He said in a clear voice, "Su Meng of the Jade Mirage requests an audience with the Primeval Deity."
After a short pause, the voice of the Primeval Deity Bi Jingxuan came from the depths of the clouds and mist,
"What's the matter, Teacher Su?"
Mengqi cupped his hands and said, "I have a matter to ask for your help. If I am lucky enough to survive in the future, I will definitely reward you generously."
"What's the matter?" Bi Jingxuan did not agree or disagree.
"Fairy, please use the Primeval Dipper to cut off my cultivation," Meng Qi said solemnly.
"Are you crazy?" Bi Jingxuan blurted out, and then became silent, as if she had guessed something. After a long time, she said, "Do you really want to do this?"
Mengqi smiled and said, "If you don't cut me off, how can you see me?"
"There are always such and such dangers on the road of martial arts. If you don't face this, you will eventually have to face others."
Bi Jingxuan did not say anything more, and flew out the Primeval Dipper from the depths of the clouds and mist. The golden light fell, and the Yellow River Array was formed, turning and swirling, and surging, and fixed Mengqi's mud ball.
Mengqi did not operate the Supreme and Infinite Premier Gyeongun to resist. He felt his Taoist power being rapidly cut off, and he felt the Dharmakaya that he had painstakingly cultivated gradually fading away the rules of integration, and became a mortal body again. The martial arts strength that he was familiar with, that he relied on, and that seemed to have become his hands and feet had all disappeared, leaving only the Principles of Karma with him. But without strength, how could he operate it?
What would it be like without martial arts?
Emptiness, inexplicable fear, and no sense of security.
The Primeval Dipper flew back, and the corner of Mengqi's mouth suddenly twitched. Without martial arts, it was really a bad experience.
It was really embarrassing!
His robe was transformed by the Taoist power, and the rest of the things were in the Invincible Blade. Now that he had no strength, he could not take out the clothes, and he could not maintain them on his body.
Therefore, there was a flasher in front of the Island of Three Clouds …
Bi Jingxuan did not seem to expect this situation. After a while, she threw out a set of ordinary male disciple clothes.
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