The night breeze was gentle and the waves undulated gently. A small boat was like a black dot on the vast deep blue sea, moving against the current.
Mengqi sat at the bow of the boat, feeling the cool breeze caressing his face. His mind was full of thoughts.
After Liu Luo left, he had temporarily given up comprehending The Conqueror's Invincible Blade for fear of the mighty people and the Dominator of Samsara in Six Realms. He was looking for and waiting for a suitable and hidden opportunity. Therefore, he did not stay on the Three-Fairies Island and returned to River East in a wandering manner.
"Last time, I have guessed that one of the so-called 'Three-Lives Fruit' would be able to establish a specific connection between the two of them, so that they could awaken themselves with the help of the other party, and thus form a wrestle with the angler or the possessor. Although demoness Gu was vague and did not admit it, Liu Luo's hint that 'the mighty people behind her would be unhappy' seemed to have indirectly proved this point."
Now it seemed that the fruit was not harmful to him. Instead, it helped him to get out of the current predicament. In the future, it might be able to awaken himself at a critical moment and completely take the initiative to get rid of the angler.
Of course, it could not be said that Gu Xiaosang was kind. She was in a similar situation and also needed such benefits.
It was hard to judge other things, but it was certain that she would not get up early without benefits.
Mengqi tapped on the bow of the boat. The tapping sound was like a melody, drifting far away.
Ever since Gu Xiaosang had said that he was having an unlucky year, he had gone through several incidents and been washed away by time. At the same time, Meng Qi had a clear understanding of the situation. He had also gradually cleaned his soul and calmed his heart. Depression, grief, hesitation, depression, and anger were of no help. Instead, they interfered with his judgment. The only way was to turn them into motivation and use them as a short-term "Heart of Martial Arts". He would increase the desire from the bottom of his heart, temper his martial arts will, and urge himself to improve. He would patiently wait for an opportunity. He would not act blindly, rush forward, or give up on himself to despair.
The worst outcome would be death at most. He was unwilling to die, but he would not tremble in fear and his legs would tremble at the thought of the possibility of death.
"But I have to do it secretly. I can't involve my friends and teachers." Meng Qi had already made up his mind and found a direction. He felt the heaviness that had been weighing on his heart for the past few days suddenly disappear. His body and mind felt relaxed and uneasy. Even the slightly astringent sea breeze that he breathed was so wonderful. The boundless ocean and the majestic sky were so shocking and cleansing.
"The sea laughs, the surging tides on both sides …" Mengqi patted the bow of the boat and sang heroically. The sea was boundless and boundless, and the world belonged to him alone. He slowly regained the carefree mentality of when he first entered Jianghu.
The world was vast and boundless, and the sea was boundless. He couldn't see a single figure within his senses. They were so majestic, and compared to them, he was so insignificant. However, it was precisely this insignificance that he had an inner world, an inner taichi. With a wave of his hand, he could destroy everything "majestic" within his line of sight.
This slightly contradictory comparison was one of the mental problems that Mengqi had before. The mentality of an ordinary person and the power of transcendence would naturally produce all kinds of confusion and wandering feelings. But the "transcendence" mentality could not abandon one's own character and all the ways of doing things, and become a stone with no emotional ups and downs. One could only use the past as a foundation to reconstruct one's outlook on life and values and integrate it with the mind. Only in this way could one go further and better, and be less disturbed by the demons in one's heart.
For example, as one's lifespan increased, compared with those who could not live more than a hundred years, there would be a feeling of shortness and eternity as if they were not the same kind of creatures. He had made rapid progress in his twenties, so this feeling was not obvious. But if he could prove Dharmakaya in the future, with the help of the Immortality Elixir of East Pole and the Golden Elixir of Yuxu, perhaps after a long closed-door cultivation, his friends who had enlightened the Apertures and were below would either die or die.
At that time, how to adjust to the change of feeling and correctly look at the shortness of brilliance and eternity would be the most important thing in the cultivation of the mind. According to some ancient books and records, some Dharmakaya would regard themselves as immortals and mortals as ants. They were indifferent and heartless, and some did not interact with them at all. There was no common language for beings of different levels.
These were not right or wrong, but Mengqi did not like it. What he admired most was the attitude of a senior, who was "sentimental but not tired", who did not think too highly of himself and looked at ordinary people indifferently, and who did not grieve and cry because of the death of his friends. He enjoyed it but did not indulge in it. In this aspect, Zhuangzi's wife died and sang with a drum was a model of this mentality. At the same time, he could be considered to have understood the meaning of life and the mystery of life and death.
As his thoughts drifted, Mengqi's mind seemed to be lively and settled. There was an indescribable beauty in it, and he felt that his mind was expanding infinitely. The sea was clear, and everything was clear. If it was not for the shackles of the body, he might be able to go far and create unique things with just his imagination.
Suddenly, his heart moved and he looked to the east. He saw a small boat speeding towards him. If it was not for his lively mind just now, he might only notice it when it got close!
On the small boat stood a young Taoist with disheveled hair. He wore a strange green robe, and his black hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a handsome face. His breath was ethereal, making it difficult for Mengqi to judge his strength.
When the two boats met, the young Taoist looked at Mengqi, and the corner of his mouth curled up. He smiled gently, amiably and calmly.
Mengqi could not help but return a smile.
This small boat surpassed Mengqi's boat, and sailed into the darkness at lightning speed, as if it was returning to the Central Plains.
Mengqi was stunned, and suddenly remembered something. Ning Tai, a swordsman he once met, said that he met a young man in a strange green robe in the East Sea. He often whispered, "Who am I, who am I". Could it be that person just now?
The God of East Sun left behind a calligraphy of "Who am I, who am I", and the guy who whispered "Who am I, who am I" had been to the Carefree Valley, explored the Acheron of Zhenwu Town, and even locked the gatekeeper by the door, muttering to himself …
But the Taoist just now was refreshed, and there was no sign of madness or muttering to himself.
Meng Qi wasn't sure, so he immediately flew up and used Void-stamping Footwork to chase after him. However, the guy who had just brushed past him was nowhere to be seen. The blue waves rippled endlessly, and there was no one in sight.
"Could it be that he went to the bottom of the sea …" Mengqi thought for a moment, and then dived into the sea. He sensed his surroundings and gradually dived deeper.
As the pressure increased, the Vital Qi between heaven and earth merged with the water, and it was difficult to breathe normally. The surrounding light faded, and darkness rippled. Mengqi simply turned into a Blue-blooded Man, like a fish in water.
After searching for a long time, Mengqi found some underwater ruins that had long been rotten and broken. He found a Sea Eye that led to an unknown place. It was in the shape of a whirlpool, and the water was dark and gloomy. The waves surged, heavy, and rotated and tore everything apart.
"Even if I cultivate the Eight Nine Mysteries and have the Kunlun Taoist Robe to protect myself, I'm afraid I'll have to become a Half-step to Dharmakaya before I can resist it, or exchange for a Heaven-weapon-level Water Repellent Pearl." Mengqi squatted near the Sea Eye, and spread his spirit to determine the strength.
Once he extended his spirit into the Sea Eye, his spirit would be twisted and drowned, and it would be extremely painful.
"Did the Taoist just drive a small boat into the Sea Eye?" Mengqi frowned and thought.
This Sea Eye was deep and unpredictable, and he did not know where it led to. If there was a chance in the future, he would have to explore it. The more ways he could go, the more hope he had!
…
Outside the gate of the Snow Mountain Sect, Mr. Lu watched as Immortal Yunhe followed the experts of the Exterior into the sect.
After knowing the origins of the Plenitude Sect, the Snow Mountain Sect, as the mausoleum guardians, did not make things difficult for Immortal Yunhe. They were prepared to bring him into one of the nine immortal tombs, but Mr. Lu could not follow.
Mr. Lu waited patiently. After half an hour, Immortal Yunhe flew out. His face was slightly pale, and his expression was rather solemn. There was still some shock in his eyes, as if he had seen something strange and terrifying.
Seeing that he had no intention to speak, Mr. Lu did not ask.
"There are many oases in the West Region, and many of them are ownerless. It's better for our sect to build here," Immortal Yunhe said.
Most importantly, the Grand Asura Meng Nan had died in the hands of Su Wuming, and there were no more Dharmakayas in the West Region.
Mr. Lu nodded slightly. "As you wish, Immortal."
…
The grassland where the Golden Tent was located was a mess. There were collapsed tents everywhere, and it was no longer as magnificent as before.
After the fall of Da Man and the disappearance of Gourdo, as Ye Yuqi had said, many grandmasters and experts of the Exterior from the North Zhou Dynasty and the Great Jin Dynasty came to the grassland to hunt down the experts and destroy the ancestral spirits of the tribes. They wanted to cut off the grassland's power and plunder treasures to occupy the resource-rich land.
During this process, the grassland was very chaotic. Many evil sects and heterodox sects took advantage of the situation to fish in troubled waters. Many ambitious people colluded everywhere in search of adventures.
In a shabby tent, a horse-faced Taoist in a feather robe and a tall hat looked at the Enlightened Apertures warrior who had been tortured to death by his own evil sect's ritual. He said to his disciple with a slight smugness, "The lives of mortals are so fragile. A moment of carelessness and they die."
His disciple was about to compliment him when he suddenly saw a flash of saber light. His master's Taoist robe light was shattered. He clutched his throat, and his Vital Spirit tried to escape, but it was trapped in his body.
In just a breath, the horse-faced Taoist fell to the ground with his head up, dead.
"My master's life is also very fragile …" The disciple suddenly had this thought.
Then, he saw that there was an additional young martial artist in black clothes in the tent. That handsome appearance, that masculine temperament, that special long saber, all gave people a very familiar feeling.
"Killing Blade Su Meng!" He blurted out, full of fear.
This was also his last word.
Mengqi killed this group of evil sect members and walked out of the tent. Looking at the messy and spacious Golden Tent, he sensed the slightest movement.
After returning to the Central Earth, he came to the grassland to train himself by hunting down Hasula, Kill-stopping Cultivator, and others. Some time ago, he heard that there were many strange things happening near the Golden Tent, and that several Exterior masters were missing. Therefore, he specially came to investigate.
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