After changing his clothes quickly, Mengqi hid his embarrassment and cupped his hands, "Thank you, Fairy.
"Thank you, fairy. I will definitely repay you in the future."
After that, he turned around and left without waiting for Bi Jingxuan to speak. He just took a few steps and suddenly stopped in place. He scratched his head, turned around, and put on an awkward smile, "This, that, Fairy, I don't know if I can borrow some more silver. My assets are all locked, and I can't take them out without Taoist power and spirit …"
He couldn't possibly swim back to the Central Plains from the Overseas Fairy Island, right?
Without the strength of martial arts, everything seemed to become inconvenient. Even the Myriad World Talisman could not be taken out, and he was temporarily in a state of uncontactable!
Bi Jingxuan was silent for a moment, and finally threw out another bag of golden leaves. It was bulging, and the gaps were shining brilliantly. It was obviously valuable.
Mengqi took the bag of golden leaves, laughed dryly, and thanked her again, "When I return to Yuxu Palace, I will return it immediately."
This trip to the Island of Three Clouds was simply too embarrassing and embarrassing. Fortunately, he had always been thick-skinned and could still pretend as if nothing had happened.
Bi Jingxuan was silent, still silent.
Mengqi put away the bag of golden leaves, turned around, and left. In front of him were raging waves crashing against the shore, and behind and on both sides of the cliff stood erect. In short, he came by walking on the waves and did not deliberately disembark from the port. He was currently in the area of the Island of Three Clouds where there were no people or ships, and it seemed that there was no way out except for swimming.
Haha, he turned his back to the clouds, laughed dryly, turned his head, and scratched the back of his head, "Fairy, why don't you send me to the port? I will never forget your great kindness. "
If he had martial arts, he could easily solve this problem by stepping on the magic cloud. Even if he only had the strength of the Enlightened Apertures, it would be a simple matter to cross the mountains.
Unfortunately, in the Yellow River Formation, under the Mixed Element, there was no Taoist power, and it was difficult to protect the Real Vitality. Not only did his Dharmakaya return to a mortal body, even the opened acupuncture points were all closed, and his elixir field was empty. He could only be regarded as a strong ordinary person.
Bi Jingxuan remained silent. Suddenly, there was a gust of wind accompanied by white clouds. With a gentle roll, Mengqi's body was lifted into the air.
His vision blurred, and he had already appeared at the port of the Island of Three Clouds, where there were many ships. The sounds of greeting, hawking, bargaining, and chatting entered his ears. It was a hubbub, but it had lost its previous sense of order and subtlety.
With his Ear Aperture closed, it was difficult for him to distinguish so many sounds.
Mengqi had no time to lament. He looked around, looking for a passenger ship that he could take. He was eager to leave the Island of Three Clouds and leave the embarrassing memory behind him.
Damn it, why did I forget to ask Bi Jingxuan to send me to somewhere near the long-distance teleportation formation? This bag of golden leaves should be enough for me to return to the vicinity of the Eastsea Sword Village … At this moment, he scolded himself secretly. He had lost his composure after losing his martial arts and was faced with an awkward situation. He seemed to be in a panic and did not make the best choice. How could he still have the face to ask Bi Jingxuan for help now?
Could it be that the perfect state of mind and tranquil soul that he had tempered through numerous trials and tribulations were really so illusory and completely built on martial arts strength?
What about the experience between life and death? Where is the generosity of facing difficulties? Where is the patience of not being impatient?
As these thoughts emerged, Mengqi's mind gradually regained its calmness and was no longer at a loss.
Even if he did not have martial arts, how could so many years of experience and training be for nothing?
With the precipitation of time, if he did not have martial arts, he would have become a panic-stricken fledgling. That would simply be a waste of his years!
The lake of his heart rose and fell quietly with shallow ripples. Mengqi put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance. Even though he was among the pedestrians coming and going, he still had the leisure of walking in a leisurely manner.
Forget it, I'll just take it as a journey to find my true self.
It didn't take long for him to regain his calmness. After observing and analyzing, he found the ship that was about to go out to sea and became the last guest. It didn't take long before the whistle blew. The blue waves lined up on both sides and the ship slowly set sail.
Standing on the deck and watching the scene of the seagulls flying, Mengqi thought about his next plan.
At this moment, he heard a sigh, "The machine-operated ship of Mohism Palace is really powerful. Not only is it fast, but it is also extremely sturdy. It has only been a few years and it has already begun to replace the original sailboats."
Looking sideways, Mengqi found that it was a man in his early thirties. He was dressed in ordinary clothes and was in high spirits. From his gestures, one could not tell that he was powerful.
"Yeah, who would have thought that it would be like this more than ten years ago," Mengqi smiled and answered casually. He had a rich experience of chatting with people on the train.
The man nodded hard, "That's right. More than ten years ago, I never dreamed that there would be an item that could contact a stranger thousands of miles away. I never dreamed that I could stay indoors and yet have the entire Jianghu in my heart. I never dreamed that the world would be so wonderful. What's a Bai Xiao Sheng? Everyone is a Bai Xiao Sheng!"
Many people beside him also joined in the discussion, describing the changes that they had felt over the years. A small part of it was brought about by Mohism Palace and the majority was caused by the Myriad World Talisman. Mengqi was secretly pleased with himself and could not help but change his posture. Unexpectedly, he slipped and was about to fall. Fortunately, he was supported by the man next to him.
"The deck has just been cleaned not long ago. You must be careful," the man reminded him with a smile.
Mengqi's lips squirmed. He wanted to laugh but could not. He sighed from the bottom of his heart. He had already noticed that the deck was wet and slippery, but after so many years, he had never cared about such a small matter. With this degree of slipperiness, he could still stabilize his center of gravity with his eyes closed and fight vigorously. Unfortunately, it was not the same as before. Other than knowledge, he had no skills at all. He had to be vigilant about the small matters that he did not care about in the past.
Therefore, not only could he not rely on martial arts, but he could also not completely copy his past experience.
"Thank you. I was so engrossed in listening that I did not pay attention to my feet," Mengqi cupped his hands in greeting, "May I know your name?"
No one would care too much about a small matter of almost slipping. The man smiled and said, "My name is Huang Chang, a native of the Island of Three Clouds. I failed in martial arts, failed in business, and have been mediocre for more than ten years …"
Hearing his words, the others knew that there must be a sequel. They all turned their heads and waited for the real story.
Huang Chang continued, "I originally thought that I would be like this for the rest of my life. Who knew that there would be the Primitive Emperor and the Myriad World Talisman in this world, which broadened my horizons and gave me many opportunities."
"Speaking of which, I was also lucky. Thanks to the private school I attended in the past, I can read. Otherwise, even if I had the Myriad World Talisman, I would only be able to use it as a communication item and would not be able to use it to its full potential, just like most people. Recently, I found out in the forum that the Palace of Mohism has the idea of opening up a deserted island in the South Sea. I am suffering from a lack of manpower, so I thought that this was an opportunity. So, I sold my ancestral house and prepared to go there to fight for my fortune."
The people around him nodded and expressed their agreement one after another. Someone even empathized and said, "In the past, I used to go to the islands to sell goods. I was subjected to checkpoints, rental fees, and exploitation by boatmen. Now that the Myriad World Mall is convenient and less burdensome, there are many buyers. My annual income is more than ten years in the past. It's just that the express delivery is a little expensive. Fortunately, it's too far away and there's no need for free shipping."
Speaking of this, he pressed his chest sincerely and said, "Praise the Primitive Emperor."
"I've even built a shrine for the Primitive Emperor at home, but the Primitive Emperor is indeed a genuine celestial being, one of the strongest in the world. He once went deep into the Nine Serenities and killed the Evil God. His prestige is unparalleled, so it's natural for me to worship him …"
They began to talk about the Primitive Emperor. Mengqi felt very complicated as he listened at the side. It was as if he was listening to someone else's story. In the story, he was awe-inspiring, kind-hearted, serious, compassionate, and respected by the people. But in reality, he was just an ordinary person who almost slipped on the deck in front of them.
Even if he admitted that he was the Primitive Emperor, they would not believe him.
The strong contrast and inexplicable feelings made Mengqi sigh uncontrollably. Using fatigue as an excuse, he walked towards the cabin and instinctively looked at the passengers around him, categorizing them.
Some of them were merchants, and some of them were powerful people from the Jianghu. There was a man in a black robe that needed attention. His eyes were closed tightly like a blind man, but he walked without any hindrance. It was as if he had eyes in his heart and was practicing some kind of Eye Technique using a method similar to silent meditation.
Passing by, two small figures suddenly appeared in front of Mengqi's eyes. Because the deck was too slippery, they fell beside him.
It was a pair of twins, a boy and a girl, about six or seven years old. They were fair and cute, and their mouths were flat, looking like they were about to cry.
Squatting down, Mengqi helped them up, patted the dust on his hands, and warned, "Don't run around, be careful of the slippery floor. Where are your parents?"
"Mother didn't want to tell us stories, so we ran out," the little boy said with grievance.
The little girl handed over a book, blinked her big eyes and said, "Uncle, tell us a story."
Thinking of himself when he was a child begging his parents to tell him stories, Mengqi felt happy. He took the book, intending to do a good deed. But when he looked at it, he saw the title:
The Primitive Emperor Versus the Transformers.
Damn … What kind of book is this? Why didn't I know there was such a story book? The corner of Mengqi's mouth twitched. Although many people in the Myriad World Access more or less knew about this magical creature because he lost a Myriad World Talisman to the Transformers universe, but to be able to write the Primitive Emperor Versus the Transformers, he must have an extraordinary imagination …
After a while, Mengqi put down the book and said with a smile,
"I've finished the latter part of the story."
"Uncle, uncle, can you tell me another one?" the twins begged in unison.
Meng Qi thought for a while and said in a serious tone,
"Then I'll tell you a real story, it's my personal experience."
"In a place called Three Mountains and Four Waters, there was once a meteorite that fell from the sky …"
…
"I stabbed it with my sword and hit a spot on the body of the pestle. With the skillful force of pushing a thousand pounds with little effort, I made the monk stumble forward. Then, I turned sideways and took his life with a slash of my sword. The guy behind me didn't even have time to warn me …"
Clap, clap, clap, the twins applauded and praised, "Uncle, you're amazing!"
At this moment, the little girl was startled. Then, she pouted and said, "Uncle, it's not good. Mother said that you're lying. She said that you don't have such strength. You must have adapted someone else's story to brag."
"This is really my own experience …" Meng Qi could not help but laugh. He suddenly remembered that Xuan Xin had boasted that he had stopped the Ice Fairy from fighting the Flying Yaksha. He had also been exposed and ridiculed by himself. Heaven's Way really works, and the cycle of life goes on.
Remembering this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud again. He laughed so hard that tears almost flowed out.
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