Ningxi, with green mountains and rivers, the scenery is very beautiful.

Mr. Lu and He Qi pressed the escape light and fell into the city. Following the guidance of the Haotian Mirror and the fragments of the Donghuang Bell in their hands, searching for Mr. Lu's medieval past life.

The Haotian Mirror can shine all over the world of heaven, making people feel "he" but not the treasure of the universe, it cannot see the past and the future. It was originally difficult to find the past life, but everyone returned to the Middle Ages by chance and was in the same time and space as the previous life, which was almost equal to "he" me, so it can be subtle. With the help of the fragments of the treasure of the universe, Donghuang Zhong, the Donghuang Zhong, the clues are no longer clueless.

Moreover, Meng Qi also cared about the "Three-Time Ming King Wheel" and used the magic weapon. With Mr. Lu and He Qi relaxed their guard, they helped them see their life in this life. Various factors superimposed, things naturally became simple, and they had already locked in the candidates.

Zhu Buxuan shook his folding fan and slowly came out of his yard, heading towards Luofang Street, which was squandering money like soil.

He is a disciple of the Ningxi Sword Sect. He is from an ordinary family. He looks innocent and looks harmless. He is also kind to others. He left the impression of loyalty and honesty on the sect. With this, he was very successful in the Ningxi Sword Sect and was quite trustworthy. Now he has nine orifices and is expected to be outside.

Most of the people I met along the way knew Zhu Buxuan, and nodded and greeted each other, but a few of them showed unpleasant faces and turned to other streets when they saw him from afar.

"Zhu Buxuan is a man who is loyal on the outside but is actually full of bad water. Senior brother, I suffered his losses and then fell into the guardian of the Sword Sect's Martial Arts Hall." A man holding a long sword said angrily.

The short sword-holding man next to him was stunned when he heard this: "Zhu Buxuan has always been a name for honesty and kindness in the door, but he actually harmed you, Senior Brother?"

Don’t be a real person?

The senior brother snorted: "If it were really just honest and kind, why would he be liked by most of the uncles and elders? Why did he open the Nine Orifices without wind and waves? Although my Ningxi Sword Sect is not as good as a top force, it is also full of talents in the sect. The secret dispute is quite fierce. As a result, he took advantage of it several times, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"

"I once told Uncle Zuo about this. What did you say? He said that he looked honest and black-hearted inside, not bad!"

He was venting his feelings. Suddenly, he moved his heart and looked back at the side. He saw two old men standing at the entrance of the alley. One had a slightly gray hair. His eyes were focused and he had a temperament that made people unable to remove his eyes. The other was erratic and almost invisible. He seemed to have the heroism and confidence that had been spreading the world in the past.

The senior brother's words came to an abrupt end. Seeing that the two old men were both promiscuous, he quickly pulled the junior brother and left in a hurry. He just said bad things about Zhu Buxuan, and it seems that it has nothing to do with the master!

"I didn't expect that your previous life would be honest on the outside and black on the inside." He Qi laughed.

There is no trace of similarity at all.

Mr. Lu did not speak, turned out of the alley, returned to the street, and walked slowly with Zhu Buxuan's back.

After passing Zuo Street and passing through the corridor, Zhu Buxuan arrived at Luofang Street. He entered the "Jinya Pavilion" with a familiar road.

"Oh, Mr. Zhu, you haven't been here for a long time. The girl in the building is always thinking about you." He came over with Xiangfeng.

Zhu Buxuan smiled a little shyly: "The teacher disciplines very strictly and often cannot leave the school. I wonder if Miss Yuexia has free time? She gathered that day and I still missed her."

"Oh, Yuexia just had a distinguished guest, yes, yes..." He pointed to the direction of the Ningxi Jian Sect. It was the elders in the sect.

Zhu Buxuan's face changed a few times, as if red and green, and he forced a smile: "It's really a coincidence. Please ask Miss Yuexia for your sake."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. He saw two old men who had always been extraordinary. Before he could even turn his thoughts, he stopped him: "Oh, my Young Master Zhu. There is no Yuexia, but Yuelan, Yueqiu and the others!"

"I'm just thinking about Miss Yuexia." Zhu Buxuan shook his head.

"Hey, it's a dedicated person." He Qi looked at him with interest and whispered. Mr. Lu's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Twisting the handkerchief, hesitating for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Yuexi is free tonight..."

Yuexi is the top courtesan of Jinyage, and her color moves the whole city, far from being comparable to Yuexia.

Zhu Buxuan was stunned for a moment, thinking of the beautiful woman with ice and snowy skin, and thinking of her happy and angry face, her memory of Yuexia in her mind blurred, and her breathing became heavy: "Can you have a love for the beauty?"

"I will lead you there. Whether you can achieve success depends on your own performance." said with a smile.

Zhu Buxuan focused his attention and followed him into the inner courtyard.

Mr. Lu looked at this scene and suddenly sighed, as if he was moved, and turned around and left Jinya Pavilion without hesitation.

"I'm leaving now? You don't observe your past life and realize his interactions with the long river of history and the connection he generated?" He Qi was surprised to send a message and followed.

Has Mr. Lu completed his observation and understanding?

No, this requires careful observation with the help of the fragments of the Donghuang Bell, which will not be achieved in a short while!

Even if Mr. Lu still carried the "Three-generation Ming King Wheel", it would not be so fast. At least he did not sense that he used two treasures!

Mr. Lu's eyes were calm and his tone was calm: "No need."

"No need? Fellow Daoist Lu, although you and Xiao Su have a special path. You and I have to cut off him and me, and do not seek the past life, but you have to project the world, go back to the past, observe the past life more now, and understand the interaction with the long river of history more, which will help you leave your own mark. Why don't you do it?" He Qi knew that Mr. Lu is not an impulsive and reckless person, and his words and actions have his own purpose, so he was more confused, so he asked through Su Wuming's previous words.

Mr. Lu turned into a secluded alley, walked slowly, and said with a smile: "I seem to be the same road as Xiaoyou Su, but I don't want to transform him or me, and I don't seek his past life, but there is still a huge difference in essence. Until today, I understand."

"What's the difference?" He Qi became even more confused. In his own opinion, they were all "only me".

Mr. Lu Da walked with his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "The martial arts practiced by Xiaoyou Su is a path of ever-changing change. He upholds himself and goes through the world. He sees things that are not like things and knows why he is. Therefore, he can play different people, experience different lives, leave legends, and creates marks. He adjusts his image based on the feedback from the world and the long river of history. Even if this image is very different from itself, it will not cause trouble to him."

"Tolerate all aspects. The body embraces changes and does not obsess himself. This is indeed the case..." He Qi nodded slightly, affirming Mr. Lu's statement.

When communicating with each other and discussing the truth, Meng Qi once mentioned the magic of his own mysterious skills.

Mr. Lu's voice became softer: "But I can't do it. I am Lu Zhiping, Ye Yuyan's husband Lu Zhiping, and the owner of Huamei Villa Lu Zhiping. The unique experiences of the past constitute my essence. I cannot be 'others'. Whether it is my own 'he-me' or 'previous life', if I want to imitate them and leave a mark in the world, I cannot do it."

What is the only one I am? This is the only one I am... He Qi suddenly had this idea in his heart, and then frowned, "How do you project the world and go back to the past?"

Could it be that you stop at the celestial being?

Mr. Lu shook his head and smiled, "I can only continue to explore."

"I have some vague thoughts about this. The normal path is to enlighten me and accumulate quantity to qualitative change, so that my own essence can be improved and become a legend. The Su Xiaoyou's path is to create a 'false self'. Leave a mark, then complete the accumulation of quantity, produce qualitative change, and become a legend. The second half is the same as the normal path, but I wonder whether I can 'purify myself' and change slowly, first improve my own essence to legend, and then project naturally into all worlds, and go back to the past as well."

"This road is very similar to innate powers. But they were born as legends." He Qi frowned. Mr. Lu's road seemed very difficult, very difficult.

Mr. Lu said with a gentle smile: "Do your best to do it, and do not violate your original intentions, and you will never regret it even if you die."

He looked softly at Yixin Sword in his hand and murmured to himself:

"Yuyan, I have felt the 'he-me' for her husband, and I have seen my previous life. Only then can I realize that my path is not by others."

"My path is not for others..." He Qi was shocked and confused when he heard it, and this sentence kept echoing in his heart.

The road to swordsmanship is not for others.

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Mo Palace.

As soon as Meng Qi entered the hall, his eyes were attracted by a thin and decaying old man. His Dharma body was unobstructed, his Taoist power was abundant, and his qi and blood were strong. If he closed his eyes and did not activate the cause of all the fruits, he would definitely not doubt that he was in his prime and his day was in the air. This was not an adjective, but an accurate description, but now he saw it directly, but he found that the old man was full of traces of time washing away, and a decayed aura emitted from the inside out.

Who is immortal under time?

The old man's hands were changing his sealing method and was concentrating on refining the doll in front of him, which was exactly the same as his own. Various arms were hung from the top of the palace from time to time, including dragon claws, magic hands, and organic creatures, carrying different flames to assist his creation. The whole process was full of precise mechanical beauty.

After a while, the old man completed a stage of refining. He raised his head and looked at Meng Qi with vicissitudes of life: "My friend Su, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"It's okay, I'll benefit a lot." Meng Qi didn't mind at all and asked with a smile, "Gui Sheng, do you want to refine a substitute?"

This old man is the saint of Mo Gong, who competes with the saints in court. He is at the forefront of all saints and is considered the oldest celestial immortal.

The saint's eyes moved to the doll, and his expression showed a bit of emotion and confusion: "As a substitute, things like soul, soul and true spirit are different, but they are difficult to immortalize in the end. If you don't reach the other side, you will age sooner or later and will "rotten". Therefore, I want to rely on mechanisms to imitate the characteristics of the soul, so that the doll can have the ability to think and explore, which is almost a new life but can last forever."

He sighed and showed a longing smile: "Maybe when I become a myth, even the Mo Palace will be mottled. It is still roaming the heavens and worlds, exploring the avenue on behalf of me..."

Meng Qi was solemn that no matter whether he recognized the views of the saints or not, at least their spirit of adhering to their own ideas and always exploring the great way is worthy of admiration.

After a while, Meng Qi calmed down his emotions, calmed down his mind, and began to discuss the idea of ​​"the universal ball of all worlds" with the weapon saint.

Time passed, day after day, Meng Qi gradually developed a draft of the "Everything Ball of All Realms". Just as he was about to thank the Saint of the Vessel and said goodbye, the solemn and ethereal voice of Moonlight Bodhisattva sounded in his ears:

"Goldo, Su Daji separated from the Overlord and was heading to Jade Emperor Mountain." (To be continued.)

ps: Correction: I was sick and dizzy. In the previous chapter, I forgot that Xu Bei and Shan Heng had died on Jinao Island. Now it has been revised. I am hereby corrected. Sorry.
Chapter completed!