Chapter 451 The events of the day when the Chicken Sword God was slaughtered
Bodhi is a symbol of Buddhist wisdom and enlightenment. In the past, the Buddha attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree.
"Well, wearing Bodhi seeds can also help you understand the world, understand yourself, and initially find a path. However, this kind of thing can be relied on or unreliable. In the end, it still depends on yourself." Jiang Zhiwei nodded lightly, as before. Remind Meng Qi.
Meng Qi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't put the cart before the horse."
He mainly relied on the Bodhisattva to "enlighten" the Tathagata Divine Palm and gained from it. In other aspects, it was good if he could, but it was okay if he couldn't. The road was walked step by step by himself.
Qi Zhengyan and Ruan Yushu both understood his choice. They knew that, like Zhao Heng, his physical training during the enlightenment period had almost reached its limit. At present, it was more about the improvement of his soul and soul.
Although he didn't say it explicitly, everyone could see that his goal was to unite heaven and man before the next mission and initially find his own path.
Meng Qi turned around and took out the bodhi seed that he had been eyeing for a long time but had no money left to exchange.
It is green in color and full of spirituality. Holding it in your hand has a refreshing feeling all over your body:
"The five-hundred-year-old Bodhi seed is an earthly treasure. Wearing it close to the body can help people achieve enlightenment, especially Buddhism. In nine months, spirituality will be lost, and it is worth a thousand good deeds."
This bodhi seed is not expensive, but its function is too useless. Unless it is a Buddhist monk or Meng Qi who has the true meaning of Buddhism and needs to comprehend, few people can use it. After all, the ability to comprehend the world is not outstanding.
After stringing it into a pendant and hanging it on his chest, Meng Qi felt his mind refreshed. After some consideration, he planned to choose a sword attack style, because if he did not have the ability in this area, he would have to have a chance to get from "Tathagata God". Understand the corresponding skills from the "palm".
Thinking of the "Combined Sword Attack" move, Meng Qi's first thought was undoubtedly the "Three Divine Skills" among the "Three Swords, Three Swords, and Three Divine Skills". Unfortunately, they were Dharmakaya moves and were still far away from him. Three swords and three swords are not urgently needed.
As soon as he mentioned his idea, Jiang Zhiwei and others looked through their exchange records, looking for similar moves, and kept providing advice.
In the end, Meng Qi chose the iconic move of a certain casual cultivator in the main world three hundred years ago: "Reverse Chaos Yin and Yang", which was worth one thousand and fifty good deeds.
It is just for the first time on the outside, but it contains the skills and methods of combined sword strikes and the interplay of yin and yang. For Meng Qi, who is just starting to practice in this area, it is a strategic choice. As for the sword techniques in the enlightenment stage, they were simple and basic in the past. , with Meng Qi's current level of swordsmanship and swordsmanship, he can figure it out quickly.
"Okay, see you in two years." Jiang Zhi took a slight breath and said with a smile, not only to encourage herself, but also to give good wishes to Meng Qi and others, wishing them all the best in their next mission.
After saying that, she turned her head and stepped firmly into the leaving light pillar. The mist rose, leaving behind a cold green shadow.
Meng Qi showed a little sadness and a rare silence, then said goodbye to Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan, and Zhao Heng, and said that he was going north to the grassland.
Light and shadow drifted apart, and Meng Qi appeared in his house. The sunlight shined through the window, casting a golden glow and illuminating the flying dust.
That generous and cheerful girl, the girl who reached out when she was most helpless, is about to start facing death? Maybe we can never meet again? Meng Qi felt an inexplicable feeling of sadness in his heart, and he was in a daze for a moment.
Is this separation in life or farewell in death?
"Hey, third brother, you have all your apertures, why don't you come out and have a drink to celebrate?" A hairy head suddenly appeared by the window, it was Gao Lan who hadn't had a haircut or shaved in an unknown amount of time.
Meng Qi looked up and found Gao Lan's eyes filled with a hint of amusement. His heart suddenly skipped a beat. He entered reincarnation right next to Gao Lan. Did he discover something?
Meng Qi had never seen Fa Gao people before, including Abbot Kongwen and Mr. Lu Da. But when he entered reincarnation, he was far away from them and in a crowded place. But now, Gao Lan is not far away from him. More than three feet tall, there is no one around, not even snakes, insects, rats, or ants.
"Don't worry, don't worry, everyone has secrets. Do I look like someone who is just digging around?" Gao Lan said as if he had seen through your secret.
Well, Liu Dao didn't respond. Maybe he could just see a little bit and didn't touch the key? Meng Qi felt relieved a little, stood up and said, "Brother, are there any 'Drunken Immortals' left?"
He is in a complicated mood now, feeling like he is drunk and can relieve a thousand worries.
Gao Lan inserted the iron bar casually on his belt, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and kept looking at Meng Qi. Meng Qi felt uneasy and didn't know what he meant.
"Brother, aren't you having a drink to celebrate?" Meng Qi asked with raised eyebrows, not showing any anxiety.
Gao Lan clicked his tongue: "You're not happy at all, so what's the point of drinking and celebrating? You look like you're lovesick?"
"No way!" Meng Qi immediately denied.
"Third brother, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from my eyes. If your bad mood is not caused by girls, I will cut off your head and use it as a stool for you to sit on!" Gao Lan said proudly.
"How...Meng Qi subconsciously wanted to deny it, but as soon as he uttered the word, he let out a long sigh, "It has something to do with the girl, not lovesickness. "
Gao Lan nodded, very satisfied with his wit and vision, his eyes widened and full of interest: "Come and listen, tell and listen."
Looking at his appearance, Meng Qi somehow reminded him of his three aunts and six wives. However, he had complicated emotions and really had the urge to talk, so he sighed: "Brother, didn't I mention a close friend of life and death before? The direct descendant of the great martial arts sect, Ray of Light Radiant, with a sword in mind, cheerful and generous..."
"Hmm, what's wrong with her?" Gao Lan asked enthusiastically.
"She plans to die." Meng Qi said solemnly.
Gao Lan let out a long "Yo": "It turns out that you are the direct descendant of Xijiang Pavilion. You are quite capable."
"What's so incompetent?" Meng Qi asked angrily.
Gao Lan smiled and said: "The Xijian Pavilion is a death trap. No matter how talented a genius is, there is a high chance that he will die in it. Are you reluctant to let it go? Do you want to keep him?"
"I can't bear to leave, but I can't keep him..." Meng Qi said in a daze.
Gao Lan clapped his hands together: "That's right, how dare you say you don't have any lovesickness?"
Meng Qi's old face was slightly red: "It's the reluctance between friends. If we go to death, we may never see each other again."
"Anyway, I can't bear to leave. There are countless emotions in my heart that are difficult to resolve, right?" Gao Lan raised his eyebrows.
Meng Qi nodded and said nothing.
"Then talk to her face to face. It's your business whether she wants to stay or not. It's her business whether she accepts her or not!" Gao Lan grabbed Meng Qi's collar.
"It will ruin her mood..." Before Meng Qi could finish his words, he felt the surroundings were silent and everything in front of him was dark, except for the touch of Gao Lan's hand on his collar.
After an unknown amount of time, light finally appeared in front of Meng Qi's eyes. In front of him was a mountain peak as straight as a sword.
"Where is this?" Meng Qi asked in shock.
Gao Lan's hearty laughter rang in his ears: "Of course it is where the mountain gate of Xijiang Pavilion is."
"Ah..." Meng Qi was a little confused.
Gao Lan put away his smile and his expression became serious: "Even if we are friends, don't we have to say goodbye before saying goodbye? In short, don't let yourself regret it. I don't want my sworn brothers to be like me."
Jiang Zhiwei, a pretty girl with dark eyebrows and big eyes, black hair simply pulled up and draped softly, dressed in goose-yellow clothes...
Jiang Zhiwei called "little monk" and extended a friendly hand...
Jiang Zhiwei cooperated tacitly with her own back...
Jiang Zhiwei, who has repeatedly pointed out to herself, traveled thousands of miles to Jiangdong to help...
Jiang Zhiwei never flinches in the face of powerful enemies...
Jiang Zhiwei burned herself and cut out Sword Twenty-Three...
And "Chicken Slayer Sword God" Jiang Zhiwei...
All kinds of memories came to mind. Meng Qi took a deep breath and his eyes became firm. Brother Gao was right, he always said goodbye.
He walked towards the mountain gate and faced a disciple who said:
"This friend, why did you come to my sword-washing pavilion?"
"Su Meng, please see Senior Sister Jiang Zhiweijiang." Meng Qi cupped his hands and said.
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In a room, Jiang Zhiwei sat on a wooden stool and looked around. Different from other women's boudoirs, there was only one mirror, no dressing table, and only a few boxes for clothes. The windows were bright and clean, refreshing and simple, and swords were placed everywhere. Law secrets.
This is where she has lived for more than ten years.
Jiang Zhiwei closed her eyes and said goodbye to the past. She was about to stand up with her long sword in hand when she suddenly heard a message from her junior brother outside:
"Senior Sister Jiang, Su Meng is here for a visit. Do you want to see him?"
Meng Qi is well-known, and is no stranger to the disciples of Xijiang Pavilion.
Jiang Zhiwei's expression was startled, the hand holding the sword slipped a little, biting her lower lip, and she didn't answer for a moment.
"Senior Sister Jiang?" The junior brother outside raised his voice.
You have to walk your own path... The master's warning echoed in Jiang Zhiwei's mind. She took a long breath, exhaled it slowly, and finally said: "Let him wait for me at the mountain pavilion."
In a stone room, a man in green clothes sat with his eyes closed, a long sword lying across his knees. The whole person seemed empty, as if he was in the distance. He did not stop Jiang Zhiwei's actions in any way.
At the bottom of the mountain, Gao Lan put his hands behind his back and looked at the Xijiang Pavilion in the distance. After passing through many obstacles, he seemed to see a certain figure. Suddenly, he frowned slightly and whispered:
"This lunatic actually chose the most difficult path..."
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In the pavilion halfway up the mountain, Meng Qi was holding a long sword across his waist, looking at the clouds and mist in the mountains, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.
At this time, a goose-yellow figure came from the corner of the mountain road.
It's midsummer, the mountain flowers are blooming, the trees are green, and Jiang Zhiwei walks slowly, like a fairy in the flower.
She no longer wore cyan clothes, but changed back to a goose-yellow dress. She had dark eyebrows and big eyes, and her black hair was simply pulled up and draped down softly. She was as bright and beautiful as when Meng Qi first saw her.
"I didn't expect you to come back." Jiang Zhi stepped into the mountain pavilion with a smile and sat on the stone bench.
Meng Qi sat down opposite her and said with a wry smile: "There is always a feeling of separation. I want to see you again. In addition to sitting on the edge of death, there are actually many ways to break through."
After saying these words that he had wanted to say for a long time, Meng Qi suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, but at the same time he felt even more uneasy.
There was no anger on Jiang Zhiwei's face, and she smiled as before: "Of course I made the decision after thinking about it for a long time."
Her eyes became very soft, she looked at Meng Qi with a smile, and her voice was like flowing spring water:
"My master has a special status in the sect, and I am also expected or respected by everyone. Brothers, brothers, sisters, and sisters are always polite when they see me, and no one has ever made fun of me."
"And you, for the first time, well, probably the second time we met, you dared to give me a nickname, and you even called me the Chicken Sword God. It made people angry and funny."
"Obviously he is a little monk with no martial arts skills, but he can actually fight bravely and without fear of death."
Meng Qi said nothing and listened quietly to Jiang Zhiwei's memories.
"You always say that you love brains, show off to your lover, and always want to be the kind of chivalrous person in storytelling novels. You always have funny words and funny actions that make people laugh. But at the critical moment, you definitely take the lead. From now on Stand in front without flinching and make others trustworthy.”
"At that time, you were very cute and lovable. I regarded you as my younger brother. But gradually, you grew taller than me and became more and more mature. You were witty and humorous, but your actual actions were not. Calm and reliable.”
"It's always a pleasure to get along with you, as well as Senior Brother Qi who is taciturn but very tolerant of his companions, and Sister Yushu who was lonely at a young age like me, Senior Brother Zhang, and Miss Fu. You value righteousness over wealth. Happy. Gratitude and hatred, life and death, satisfy all my expectations for the world..."
Jiang Zhiwei's voice was filled with a little joy, and there was a sincere smile on her lips.
After a pause, she looked into Meng Qi's eyes with bright black eyes, and said quietly but clearly:
"But these are not what I want most."
Meng Qi was silent for a while, then showed a smile:
"I see."
Jiang Zhiwei nodded, without saying goodbye, picked up the long sword, turned around slowly, and walked towards the peak slowly.
When she approached the corner, she flicked the scabbard, and the sword inside made a soft sound, like a dragon's roar.
Amidst the sound of the sword, she said in a sweet voice:
"The only thing I love in my life is the seven-foot sword, which kills me when I see what I am and what I am not."
Meng Qi listened attentively and saw the gorgeous and colorful mountain flowers gradually covering up the goose-yellow figure.
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