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?The evening wind is blowing, the waves are gentle and undulating, and a flat boat looks like a black spot on the vast dark blue, going against the trend.
Meng Qi was sitting on the bow of the boat, with the cool breeze blowing on his face, his thoughts were up and down.
After Liuluo left, due to the power behind him and the Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, he had temporarily given up understanding the Overlord's Sword, looking for and waiting for a suitable and secret opportunity, so he did not stop at Sanxian Island, and traveled in a wandering way. Return to Jiangdong.
"Last time, I guessed that one person and one so-called 'three living fruits' can establish a specific connection with each other, so as to awaken themselves with the help of each other, and form a wrestling with anglers or possessors. No, I didn't admit it, but Liu Luo's reminder that 'the power behind the scenes will be unhappy' seems to indirectly confirm this." Meng Qi was most concerned about this issue.
Now it seems that the fruit I ate is not only harmless, but also contributes to getting rid of the current predicament. At critical moments in the future, it may be possible to use this to wake up myself, completely take the initiative, and get rid of anglers.
Of course, it cannot be said that Gu Xiaosang is kind. Her situation is similar to her own, and she also needs such benefits.
It's hard to judge other things, but her early behavior style is certain.
Meng Qi tapped on the bow of the boat, and the sound of tuk tuk was like a melody, floating far away.
Starting from Gu Xiaosang's "unfavorable fleeting years", after several incidents and the washing of time, Meng Qi recognized the situation, and at the same time gradually wiped the Lingtai, calmed the lake of heart, depressed, sad, wandering, and depressed. The only way is to turn them into motivation, as a short-term "martial arts heart", raise the desire from the heart, temper the martial arts will, spur self-improvement, wait patiently for opportunities, Don't move blindly, don't rush forward, don't give up on yourself, despair and despair.
The worst ending of the matter is death at most. I am not willing to die, but I will not tremble and tremble at the thought of possible death.
"However, things must be done in a more secretive manner, and teachers, relatives and friends must not be involved." Meng Qi had already made up his mind and had a direction. He felt that the heaviness that had weighed on his heart during this period suddenly disappeared, and he felt relaxed physically and mentally. The astringent sea breeze is so wonderful, the boundless ocean and the magnificent sky are so shocking and cleansing the soul.
"There is a laugh in the sea, and the tide is surging on both sides" Meng Qi patted the bow of the boat and sang heroically.
The world is long, boundless, the sea is vast, and there is no human figure in the induction. They are so magnificent, compared with them, they are so small, but they are so small, there is an inner world, inner Tai Chi, and you can move your hands and feet. Destroy all "magnificence" in sight.
This slightly contradictory comparison is exactly one of Meng Qi's previous spiritual problems. The mentality of ordinary people and the power of supernatural will naturally produce various feelings of confusion and wandering, but it is impossible for a mentality of "supernatural" to abandon one's own character and personality. All ways of doing things become a stone, a law without emotional ups and downs, and can only use the past as a basis to rebuild the outlook on life, values ??and integrate with the soul, so that we can go further and better, and be less affected by demons nuisance.
For example, with the growth of one's own lifespan, compared with people who are enlightened or below who can't live to a hundred years old, there will be a sense of short-term and long-term dislocation. This feeling is not obvious, but if you can prove the Dharma Body in the future, and get close to the help of Dongji Changsheng Pill and Yuxu Golden Pill, maybe after a long retreat, the friends you know and the following friends will fall and fall. Sitting down.
At that time, how to adjust to the resulting changes in feeling, and correctly view the short-lived splendor and the long years, will be the most important thing in spiritual cultivation. According to some ancient records, some dharmakayas will regard themselves as high-ranking immortals. Gods and mortals are treated as ants, indifferent and ruthless, and some do not communicate with them at all, and beings of different levels have no common language.
These are not right or wrong, but Meng Qi doesn't like them. What he appreciates most is the attitude of a senior, "feeling but not tired". Distraught, crying, enjoying but not indulging, Zhuangzi's wife died, drumming and singing, is a model of this kind of mentality, and at the same time, it can be regarded as a thorough understanding of what life is and the mystery of life and death.
Thoughts were flying, and Meng Qi's mind seemed lively and settled, and there was an indescribable beauty. He felt that his mind was spreading infinitely, and the sea water was clear, showing every detail. If it wasn't for the shackles of his body, he might be able to go far and wide. Come up with unique things.
?Suddenly, his heart moved, and he looked to the east, only to see a small boat galloping towards him. If he didn't have the lively spirit just now, he might not be able to realize it until he got close.now!
Standing on the boat was a young Taoist priest with disheveled hair, dressed in a strange green robe, his black hair swaying in the wind, revealing a handsome face, his breath was empty, making it difficult for Meng Qi to judge the strength.
When the two boats met, the young Taoist priest looked at Meng Qi, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled, friendly and calm.
Meng Qi couldn't help but smiled back.
The flat boat overtook Meng Qi's boat, and sailed into the darkness ahead at a speed like lightning and thunder, as if it was about to return to Middle Earth.
Meng Qi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something. The swordsman Ning Tai he met once said that he met a young man in the East China Sea wearing a strange green robe. He often whispered "Who am I, who is me", could it be That person just now?
Dongyang Shenjun left a calligraphy of "who am I, who is me", and the guy who whispered "who am I, who is me" has been to Wuyou Valley, visited the Huangquan place in Zhenwu Town, and locked the gatekeeper By the side, God and God are talking
But the Taoist priest just now was refreshed, without any madness and soliloquies.
Meng Qi couldn't be sure, so he immediately flew up, performed somersault steps, and chased after him, but the guy who just passed by just now disappeared without a trace, and the blue waves were rippling, endless, empty and empty.
Wouldn't it be possible to drill into the bottom of the sea Meng Qi thought for a while, drilled into the sea surface, sensed the surroundings, and gradually dived deeper.
As the pressure increased, the vitality sea between the heaven and the earth merged with the water, making it difficult to breathe in and out normally. The surrounding light faded and became dark and rippling. Meng Qi simply turned into a blue-blooded man, like a fish in water.
After searching for a long time, Meng Qi found some decayed and broken underwater relics, and found a sea eye leading to nowhere. with everything.
"Even if you have eight or nine profound skills and you need Kunlun Daoist robes for self-defense, you may have to achieve half-steps to resist sneaking in, or exchange for magic-level water-proof beads." Meng Qi squatted near Haiyan, his spirit spread, Judging the strength.
Once it extends into the sea eye, his spirit will be crushed and submerged, and the pain will be abnormal.
"The Taoist priest just now drove a boat into Haiyan?" Meng Qi frowned and thought.
This sea eye is deep and unfathomable, and I don¡¯t know where it is connected. If you have a chance in the future, you have to come and explore. There are many ways to gain more and more hope!
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? Outside the gate of the Snow Mountain School, Mr. Lu Da watched Master Yunhe follow the strong man from outside to enter.
After knowing the origin of the Wanxiang Gate, the Xueshan sect, who is the guardian of the tomb, did not make things difficult for Yunhe, and prepared to take him into one of the nine fairy tombs, but Mr. Lu Da could not follow him.
Mr. Lu Da waited attentively and patiently. After half an hour, the real Yunhe flew out with a slightly ugly face and a serious expression. There was a bit of horror in his eyes, as if he had seen something terrifying, weird and unbelievable.
Seeing that he didn't mean to say anything, Mr. Lu Da didn't ask either.
"There are many oases in the Western Regions, and there are many unowned ones. It is better for our gate to build a mountain gate here." Master Yunhe said.
The most important thing is that the great Asura Mengnan died at the hands of Su Wuming, and the Western Regions could no longer survive.
Mr. Lu Da nodded slightly: "The real person is free."
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The location of the golden tent in the grassland is in a mess, with collapsed tents everywhere, and it is no longer the grand scene of the day.
After the fall of Daman and the disappearance of Gu Erduo, as Ye Yuqi said, many masters and powerful outsiders of the Northern Zhou Dynasty came to the grassland to hunt and kill the strong and destroy the ancestors of the tribe, in order to cut off the rising power of the grassland and search for treasures , Occupying a place rich in resources.
During this process, the grassland was very chaotic. Many cults and heretics took advantage of the gap to fish in troubled waters, and many ambitious people hooked up everywhere, looking for adventures.
In a dilapidated tent, the horse-faced Taoist priest in feathers and crown looked at the enlightened warrior who was tortured to death by his own cult ritual, and said to his disciple with a little interest: "The life of a mortal is really fragile, and it will pass away if you don't pay attention."
His disciple was waiting for a few words of compliment, when suddenly he saw a flash of saber light, and his master's Taoist robe shattered, clutching his throat, the lotus ringing, the primordial spirit tried to escape, but was trapped in the physical body.
In just one breath, the horse-faced Taoist priest fell to the ground with his head up, his life lost.
"Master's life is also very fragile" This disciple had this thought spontaneously.
Then, he saw a young warrior dressed in black in the tent. His handsome appearance, masculine temperament, and peculiar long knife all gave people an extremely familiar feeling.
"Crazy Saber Su Meng!" He blurted out, full of horror.
This is also his last sentence.
Meng Qi killed the group of cult members, walked out of the tent, looked at the messy and wide golden tent, and sensed slight movements.
After returning to Middle-earth, he came to the grassland to hone his skills by chasing Hasullah and abstaining from killing Taoists. Some time ago, he heard that strange things happened near the Golden Tent, and several locations were missing, so he came here to investigate. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com); After returning to Middle-earth, he came to the grassland to hone his skills by chasing Hasullah and abstaining from killing Taoists. Some time ago, he heard that strange things happened near the Golden Tent, and several locations were missing, so he came here to investigate. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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