"How could I give up?"

"The strength I have cultivated with great effort is truly my own support and the greatest guarantee for achieving legends. How can I give up as illusory?"

Hearing Qi Zhengyan's series of questions, such thoughts suddenly emerged in Meng Qi's mind.

If you don’t have the strength of martial arts, what can you do to deal with the situation where legendary powerful people return one after another?

If you do not have the strength of martial arts, facing a malicious person with similar gold and silver spells, wouldn’t you even lose the power to resist?

If you don’t have the strength of martial arts, would you think about relying on the other side of the other side?

If you don’t have the strength of martial arts, how can you find clues to resurrect Xiaosang?

If you do not have the strength of martial arts, your teacher and friend will be in danger, won’t you be able to watch it? Even if you are anxious and worried and want to be crazy, you will have no choice but to do anything?

Step by step to reach your current realm and current status, many things are based on the strength of martial arts. Without it, you will be a rootless duckweed and you can't do it. Just as you assume, you can truly feel what powerlessness means!

Seeing Meng Qi's face rarely revealed, Qi Zhengyan's expression became more serious and his tone became more dull:

"If we hadn't trusted each other, if someone else had made this suggestion, would you think this was a conspiracy, and just a few words would have deceived the world's strongest immortal to destroy his martial arts and easily kill him?"

"Don't your fierce resistance and struggle prove your dependence on martial arts?"

"When you used to live for so many years without martial arts?"

"Without martial arts, you are not you?"

Every word is heard, Meng Qi's thoughts are ups and downs, confronting each other, refuting each other, and shaking, but he can't make up his mind:

Yes, today, I really rely too much on martial arts, and it is hard to imagine what life would be like without martial arts. If I cannot clear away this layer of fog shrouded on the true spirit, how can I see my "real self"?

What a joke? The strength you cultivate bit by bit is the most real. How can you give up it for the illusory hope? Without martial arts, how can you face all kinds of things in the future?

If you don’t “kill me to see me” as soon as possible, you should understand “I am for me”, when the legendary power begins to return early, there seems to be no big difference between celestial immortals and mortals, so why not take the risk to try it?

However, even if you don’t give up martial arts, relying on the hardships of time, you can find an opportunity to make a breakthrough in the next few years? With the protection of Moonlight Bodhisattva and the kindness of Emperor Qing, it should be no problem to last for a few years. Why try this dangerous and unguaranteed method?

Having explained so much, isn’t it just because I can’t let go of martial arts and have become a slave to martial arts?

Without martial arts, he is already a slave to others!

In a short period of time, I had to answer this question involving my future and life. Even though I was always good at making decisions and dared to fight for my life, Meng Qi fell into a state of hesitation and struggle, with a stuttering lips and several attempts to speak, but I couldn't make a statement.

Only by cutting off the external "I" can you see the real "I"?

Qi Zhengyan's expression returned to normal and said slowly:

"You think about it yourself. Only you can make decisions on this kind of thing."

After saying that, he did not leave his head. He went deeper into the southern wilderness step by step, and the sparks of stars gathered, as if forming a red torrent.

Meng Qi stared at his back in a daze and sighed suddenly. He was full of thoughts. If this method could be as clear as cutting the past and the future, as long as he acted according to the plan, there would be a great possibility of success. He had tried it, but Senior Brother Qi had already stated it clearly. Even if he gave up martial arts, he might not be able to completely kill me. It would be a waste of effort and he lost the greatest support. From then on, he became a useless person. The road was so vague that it was simply unpredictable and full of variables. How could he make up his mind?

Starting from the legend, the Dharma is close to the way, the way is unspeakable, and the road is naturally vague and unpredictable.

With his thoughts in mind, he walked away like a horse, and before he knew it, he walked outside Guangling City. The tide of the river was surging, and the dusk was heavy, and it seemed that it had not changed for tens of millions of years.

This is the last time I saw Xiaosang.

She struggled, but she lost, Meng Qi closed her eyes. The past was as clear as a monument, and was vivid in her eyes. Gu Xiaosang's expression and tone were so real, as if she had just been born.

With his eyes open, his eyes are deep. Meng Qi saw through the twilight mist, he saw a moored building ship at the port by the river, with lights dotted like stars.

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

The river flows, no difference between ancient and modern times, Meng Qi walks closer, and the scenes of the past are in his mind.

Judging from all the clues I have obtained so far, Xiaosang has never given up. Even if he is forced to die at my hands, he has left a way out and is waiting for a chance to make a comeback.

She is such a person, with far-reaching wisdom and unpredictable behavior, and will never give up easily.

The witch should be a witch, the kind of witch you think she is dead and has no chance of resurrection, but sees her returning in white fur and plain skirt under the dim lights.

"Xiao Sang left a backhand, and seemed to have placed the hope of resurrection on me. Why did she believe that I could do it?"

"Is there no way to go, or is it mixed with subtle emotional expectations?"

"Are you sure of my future, or trust the strength and response I can achieve?"

Meng Qi's thoughts flew, and finally reached the "martial arts strength" and was tranced for a long time.

The bright moon gradually rises, the clear light falls, and in the silence of all sounds, his green robe floats, his back is bleak, he walks across the river and walks north.

Another night of lost journey. When the sun rose in the east, Meng Qi found himself on the bank of a vast lake, which was also a familiar place and a memory engraved in memory.

The former Bayan Valley, and the present Bayan Lake.

After sitting for a few months, hunting patiently, I finally killed the land of the Wolf King.

Sitting opposite the lake, you are white lotus and I am blue lamp, but unexpectedly, the prophecy is here.

The waves are sparkling and bathed in the morning light. There are fishing boats on the shore and gorgeously decorated building boats.

Meng Qi breathed the breeze on the lake and recalled the past. There were a few tourists passing by nearby.

"This is Bayan Valley?"

"Yes, Bayan Valley, who killed the wolf king Yu Bayan, witnessed his first appearance on the list of people and witnessed his transition from Crazy Sword to Yuanhuang."

"Later, Emperor Yuan had a big battle here, which made Bayan Valley become Bayan Lake?"

"Yes. At that time, he turned into an extremely evil demon, went deep into the enemy's cave, fought fiercely with several masters, and encountered ambush. But he was not lucky enough to be spared from the cause and effect, and he eventually won a complete victory."

"It's really a place full of feats from our predecessors. If you take a photo for me, I want to keep it as a souvenir."

"Haven't you been anxious before? Why did you suddenly feel relaxed again?"

"Hehe. The Human Emperor has the help of the remaining clans. It is said that there are many powerful people, and they are not afraid of the demon clan and the Luo Sect at all. Why should we worry about it? Hurry up, give me a photo with Bayangu. There is a crazy sword in front, and now there is a famous sword piercing!"

Listening to their words, Meng Qi couldn't help but smile. Is this the "self" in the eyes of others?

The key point of Bayangu in my memory is completely different from what they said.

They only care about their own strength and their own record, and in addition to these, they also have the eccentric and morbid girl in white with red cheeks and a quirky and eccentric one.

Because this is my experience.

Because I can never forget it.

My mood suddenly relaxed, Meng Qi held a smile on his lips and slowly left Bayan Valley, like a idle tourist, traveling all over the country, and reaching the places in his memory, pursuing himself.

Walking alone, I report to Shaolin. Relying on my strength, what caused a sensation was the record, and what was unforgettable was the emotion of being ready to die and being generous and passionate.

On a moonlit night, the person carrying the wounded is one sword and one person. Relying on strength, what you gain is the benefit, and what you implement is the pleasure of avenging your grudges.

In Shaolin Temple, the strength is low. What is unforgettable is the master and the junior brother.

Little by little, peeling off the outside and illuminating the heart, Meng Qi gradually became quiet, just like the bright moon hanging quietly in the night sky.

Without martial arts, what would I be like?

Stopped at the edge of the cliff, looking at the blue sea water, patting the mountain walls, and stirring up white foam, Meng Qi suddenly breathed and made a decision in his heart.

It was not until this time that he seemed to understand what he often heard from Master Xuanmu’s words about “let go”, the so-called “breaking the Dharma self”.

That's just give it a try!

Without martial arts, am I not me?

He took one step forward, stepped on the ocean, stepped on the waves, and walked forward step by step. At dawn, he arrived at a fairy island surrounded by mist and said aloud: "Yuxu Su Meng, please see the Fairy Hunyuan."

After a brief pause, the voice of the Hunyuan Fairy Bi Jingxuan came from the depths of the clouds and mists:

"What happened to Master Su?"

Meng Qi bowed and said, "Su has something to ask the fairy for help. If he survives by chance in the future, he will be rewarded."

"What's the matter?" Bi Jingxuan did not agree or refused.

"I'll ask the fairy to use the Hunyuan Jin Dou to cut off Su's cultivation." Meng Qi said seriously.

"Are you crazy?" Bi Jingxuan blurted out and was silent, as if she had guessed something. After a long time, she said, "You really want to do this?"

Meng Qi smiled and said, "If you don't go to me, why should you see me?"

"There are always dangers in the road of martial arts. If you don't face this, you will eventually face other things."

Bi Jingxuan didn't say anything anymore, and flew out of the Hunyuan Golden Fight from the depths of the clouds and mist. The golden light fell, and the Yellow River formation formed, turning and spiraling, waves and surging, and stationed Meng Qi Niwan.

Meng Qi did not operate the Taishang Wuji Yuanshi Qingyun resisted. He felt his Taoist power being quickly cut off. He felt that the Dharma body that had been practiced through hard work gradually faded away the rules of fusion, and became a mortal fetus again. The familiar and relied on the martial arts power that seemed to have become his hands and feet disappeared, leaving only the cause of the fruits with him, but without the strength, how can he operate it?

What would it be like to experience without martial arts?

Empty, inexplicably frightened, without any sense of security.

Hunyuan Jin Doufei, Meng Qi's mouth suddenly twitched. Without martial arts, it was really a bad experience.

It's simply awkward in capitalization!

My own clothes are transformed by the power of Tao, and the rest of the things are in the sword. Now that I have no strength, I cannot take out my clothes, and I cannot maintain my body.

So, an exposure maniac appeared in front of Sanxiao Island

Bi Jingxuan seemed to have not expected this situation. She stayed for a while before throwing out a set of clothes for ordinary male disciples. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!