The sun was high up in the sky, and the water of the Feiyan Lake was like golden scales, spreading out. Mengqi stood by the lake and watched the carriage go away. He watched Gao Lan's back disappear, and his heart was full of emotions and sighs.
Today's Mad Emperor was the real Mad Emperor. He was both mad and majestic. Back then, he was young, but now he was in his prime.
After a long time, he silently criticized, Big Brother, I wanted to give you the Kai Tian Seal and the Four Elephants Seal as a reward … But since you want to maintain your demeanor and run away after acting tough, then we'll talk about it later. Anyway, you have the Human Emperor Golden Book …
He smiled and shook his head. He turned around and walked into the forest by the lake. He sat back in the tree hole and pressed the light golden flowing light in his left hand on his forehead. He opened his Primal Aperture and pierced his spirit into it.
With a bang, countless images flashed before Meng Qi's eyes. An emperor with ordinary facial features but a natural majesty stood in the illusory river, holding a long sword in his hand and looking back.
The tributaries converged, and figures jumped out one after another. There were all kinds of faces and clothes, and there were also figures that looked exactly like the emperor, existing in the past and future.
The sword beam burst forth, and countless bright star lines appeared in the void. They were black and white, and they flowed endlessly.
The emperor's sword beam surrounded his body, and the changes were subtle. Heaven and earth changed according to him, turning into the Three Graves and Five Classics, lifting him up slowly and leaving the River of Time. He dragged all kinds of karma and figures over, and integrated them into his body. Then he stepped into the endless chaos, and was close to the real one and only.
The light and shadow dissipated, and Mengqi carefully recalled what he had just seen.
This was the result of Gao Lan's comprehension of the Emperor's Golden Book. It was not complete, nor was it the original. It was missing many key points, and it was impossible to cultivate any martial arts according to this. However, it was enough as a reference for the "Letting go of the past" created by the Seal of the Dao.
"Looking back into the past and looking into the future, this is the martial arts that the Emperor relied on to reach the Nirvana Realm …" Mengqi suddenly realized that this might be the last or last page of the Emperor's Golden Book!
Thinking of this, he suddenly had a strange doubt. They were all from the Nirvana Realm, but why did Yuanshi, Lingbao, Daode, Amitabha, and Bodhi all live through one or even several eras, but the emperor only lived for tens of thousands of years at the end of the ancient times and the beginning of the middle ages before passing away?
Could it be that he and the Demon Saint fought to the point where both of them were injured and both of them died?
This matter had nothing to do with him at the moment. Mengqi put away his doubts and placed the Mirror of Present Life in front of him. Ever since it had an owner, it had shrunk to the size of a palm. It was round and flawless, just like the surface of a lake on a sunny day. Inside the Mirror of Present Life, there were countless golden spots floating in it, like all the memories of this life.
Mengqi's eyes suddenly changed. His left eye turned black, and his right eye turned white. The Primal Aperture at Mid-brows opened, and the colorless Dao Yi Glaze Lamp condensed. The lamp emitted infinite light, just like the First Cause that evolved into countless complicated and inexhaustible karma.
Billions of black and white lights fell on the Mirror of Present Life, and the golden spots suddenly rose and filled the air. Various scenes of this life appeared in front of him.
The scene when he stepped into the Apotheosized World with the heart to survive death; the scene when he coldly set up and defeated the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect; the scene when he killed the Head of the Tower of Malevolence; the scene when he obtained the Seven-Kill Tablet; the scene when he teamed up with Gu Xiaosang to explore the Nine Levels of Heaven … the scene when he drank and sang with Gao Lan; the scene when he saw Jiang Zhiwei cut herself and saw herself disappear at the end of the mountain road; the scene when he suddenly met her under the waning lights; the scene when he saw his master pleading for him; the scene when he fought for survival with Gu Changqing and his Junior Brother; the scene when he was a young monk in Shaolin Temple …
The scene was still rewinding. Mengqi saw his own figure on Earth, from working hard to studying in a foreign land, from experiencing the college entrance examination to having a carefree childhood, from learning how to speak to the baby in his belly.
At this point, the golden spots in the sky converged and fell into the mirror. Everything returned to normal.
"Can the experience on Earth be considered as this life?" Mengqi thought to himself. He had never seen Su Ziyuan's childhood, but he had what he thought was his experience on Earth in his previous life. It seemed that "this life" was based on whether one of the three souls of the Primordial Spirit had been replaced, and had nothing to do with the physical body.
In this case, due to his previous wrong judgment of this life, some things had to be adjusted. At least when he created his own art, he could not cut the wrong "target"!
Then, Mengqi took out his Afterlife Mirror Fragment. It was like colored glass, full of cracks and filled with an unfathomable and unidentifiable aura.
The light from the Dao Yi Glaze Lamp shone on the Afterlife Mirror Fragment. The dull gray surface of the mirror suddenly glowed faintly. The cracks on the surface of the mirror showed different figures. Because it was only a fragment, it did not symbolize the afterlife, but an uncertain future.
Among these figures, there was the familiar Buddhist monk with the lamp, the terrifying man who shouted "Blade, come!", the sorrowful man who asked the heavens with tears, the white-robed swordsman who was pierced by a red spear, the crazy priest, and so on and so forth.
As these figures turned around, it was no surprise that they were all Mengqi's own face.
At this moment, the monk with the lamp curled his lips into a faint smile!
The terrifying man, the sorrowful man who asked the heavens, the white-robed swordsman, and the crazy priest all had the same meaningful smile!
They were the same person, but in different futures, they were "the same person"! Mengqi was shocked. No matter what future it was, was there only one ending? Would it be merged by that person? Waiting for his return?
"There are fifty heavenly evolutions, but one is still hidden. Heaven left me a chance." Mengqi closed his eyes and quickly calmed himself down. He began to combine the Afterlife Mirror, Afterlife Mirror, and Dao Yi Seal to find a way to cut off the past.
These "gains" piled up together and stimulated each other, constantly fermenting.
There were still ten months left, and he didn't know if he could create it. He hoped that the Immortals would buy the Reincarnation Talisman, and there would be good news.
…
A boat sailed on the river at night, and the black awning welcomed the drizzle. Mengqi sat upright in the cabin, and various lights flashed in his mind, sometimes colliding, and sometimes dispersing.
When he was near the Xi Jian Pavilion, he suddenly had a new idea, so he hired a boat for the last part of the journey.
The sky gradually brightened, and Mengqi let out a long sigh. He still failed. How could it be easy to create a Sixth Severance Art of The Conqueror? If he didn't have the Dao Yi Seal, it would probably be difficult for him to do it in his lifetime.
After leaving the boat, Mengqi flew to the Xi Jian Pavilion without hiding his breath, and soon arrived in front of the mountain gate. Jiang Zhiwei had already sensed him and was waiting at the gate.
Jiang Zhiwei, dressed in light yellow, was bright and gentle, and stood on the mountain path, overshadowing the flowers all over the mountain.
In the fourth month of the human world, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple began to bloom.
Such a beautiful scene, perhaps soon he would never see it again … Mengqi suddenly sighed in his heart. It was easy to say that he was reborn from death, but in fact, it was a narrow escape. On this day next year, perhaps he would already be a lonely grave, and naturally he wouldn't be able to see such a beautiful scene.
With mixed feelings, Mengqi couldn't speak for a moment, and walked along the mountain path in silence. Jiang Zhiwei seemed to feel something, and also didn't say anything. She stood side by side with him, and walked along the mountain path to the peak together.
At this time, the sun rose from the east, and the sea of clouds was dyed red. Rays of golden light shone brilliantly, and the atmosphere was incomparably glorious. Mengqi seemed to have been reborn, and his mood was calm. He smiled slightly and said, "I found the reincarnation of Acheron, completed the Zhenwu serial task, and received the final reward. Can you guess what it is?"
Jiang Zhiwei thought for a while, and then smiled sweetly, more magnificent than the sun, and more gorgeous than the morning glow, "Since you want me to guess, then it must be something that I am very interested in. One of the Seven Strokes of Heaven Interception, or the Primary Instruction?"
"You really know me best, this is the Six Realms version," Mengqi smiled and replied, and then took out a light green "seed" and handed it to Jiang Zhiwei.
Jiang Zhiwei pursed her lips, "Most of the serial tasks were completed by you, and I feel ashamed to accept it. But after so many years, I am used to being thick-skinned in front of you."
After so many years … Yes, after so many years … Mengqi's eyes suddenly became a little blurred.
This trip to the Xi Jian Pavilion was not only to send the Primary Instruction of the Seven Strokes of Heaven Interception, but also to bid farewell.
After today's farewell, perhaps they would never meet again.
Jiang Zhiwei pressed the seed between her eyebrows, and absorbed the content of the Primary Instruction. In the end, her eyes were covered with light, and she returned the seed to Mengqi.
"This is the Seven Strokes of Heaven Interception …" Her voice was a little faint.
Mengqi looked at her with a smile, and his eyes were gentle and calm, "I still have to send the Primary Instruction to Yushu, so I will take my leave first."
Jiang Zhiwei nodded, and watched him leave.
After Mengqi took a few steps, he suddenly heard Jiang Zhiwei's voice,
"No matter what difficulties you face, I will draw my sword to help you."
She could see that Mengqi had something on his mind, but he was determined not to mention it, so she would not ask directly.
After a pause, Jiang Zhiwei added,
"You will never walk alone."
Mengqi closed his eyes, and his footsteps did not slow down. He raised his hand and laughed, "I am also thick-skinned, and if I really need help, I will definitely ask."
Some things can only be faced by oneself!
Jiang Zhiwei stood on the peak in a daze, and watched as Mengqi's figure in green slowly disappeared at the end of the mountain road. Hundreds of flowers were in full bloom, and the fragrance was thick.
On that day in this mountain.
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