I Honor

Thirty-Third

There are all kinds of possibilities in the future, and maybe a difference of one thought will lead to the difference between Heaven and Nine Nethers, but Han Guang, the leftist giant “magician” who turned his hands into clouds and rain, unexpectedly became the next head of Xuantianzong. Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei, who were familiar with his style and methods, still felt disillusioned, as if they were dreaming.

“There is no good and no disgusting body, there are good and malicious actions, knowing good and evil is conscience, doing good and eliminating evil is investigating things. Maybe it’s just like what the Sage of the Heart said, neither born sages, nor born with sores A demon that oozes pus from the soles of the feet, and the acquired encounters greatly affect a person’s good and evil, but in this way, what is the nature?” Attributes, have the innate nature left over when they were just born from heaven and earth.

Jiang Zhiwei was also thinking about this profound question, but throughout the ages, no one could think through it all at once, without a corresponding encounter, without profound accumulation, how could there be an epiphany?

Therefore, she kept the question in her heart, and said with a smile, “I really want to meet a magician who is the mainstay of the righteous way, a magician who is as open-minded as he is, and who is compassionate.”

Meng Qi thought for a while and said, “A magician usually looks like a master of Taoism. He is calm and unrestrained, talks and laughs freely, and seldom shows emotion on his face. If you don’t know in advance, it’s hard to treat him as a demon just by seeing him. Heretics, so Xuantianzong Xuhe’s appearance can be imagined.”

Having said that, Meng Qi watched as the little Jiang Zhiwei dragged the long sword taller than himself to a corner and put it away, as if it belonged to him, then picked up the small wooden sword, and under the guidance of his senior brothers and sisters, he moved the sword like a model. Practicing the basic swordsmanship in a decent manner, his eyes gradually brightened, and he felt cheerful all over his body, and he was no longer wronged before.

Nothing makes her happier than learning to sword.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at her former self softly. His expression was quiet and peaceful, enjoying the purity of learning sword at the beginning, a purity that he has never forgotten so far.

While watching with a smile on his face, Meng Qi listened to the disciple talking endlessly about the current situation, the list of people in the world, and secretly guessed the difference between the fragments of cosmic light and the real world: “It is said that there is only one in all worlds. Even if there are fragments of cosmic light Separation. There will be no more legends, and many things can be deduced from this. For example, Senior Su who has the characteristics of legends will no longerBorn from this shard of cosmic light, peerless magic weapons and legendary things will only leave legends, and no real objects will remain, just like the Tianzhu ax and the sea sword, these two points have been confirmed. It can initially confirm our idea. ”

“Think about it according to this idea. Mr. Lu Da will not exist, and Chong and Senior’s true spirits have been included in the list of gods, so they will not exist either.” Jiang Zhiwei followed up.

Meng Qi nodded lightly, interrupted the disciple’s narration, and said with a smile, “I don’t know if you have heard of Chunyang Zongchong, Taoist, and Mr. Lu Da of Thrushcross Villa.”

The disciple was stunned: “Of course I have heard that during the catastrophe forty years ago, Taoist Chonghe, who was second on the celestial list, fought to the death with Hatuktu, the living Buddha who was number one on the celestial list. The demon king made a sneak attack and sat on Liangjie Mountain. Hatuktu and Kui Niu Demon King were severely injured by him. Never showed up.”

The catastrophe brought continuous turmoil, and it was not far away, many things have not been lost, often told by storytellers, so even ordinary disciples know the general idea.

“Senior Chonghe fell forty years ago.” Meng Qi became suspicious. Senior Chonghe didn’t just disappear like Su Wuming, but fell forty years ago.

Jiang Zhiwei will be chewing on the name “Hutuktu”: “This is the living Buddha who traveled across the Western Regions and grasslands in the past, the master of the secret Buddhist wheel-running living Buddha, who has obtained a Buddhist tantric magic weapon, and has certified the body of King Jiang III. To develop the secret Buddhism into a top force, there was indeed a deadly battle with senior Chonghe, but that time coincided with Mr. Lu Da’s certification of Gengjin Indestructible Body, together with Abbot Kongwen, withstood the monster clan’s sneak attack. For some reason, Man also did not intervene, and both sides are just losers.”

“Then Hatuktu, who was still seriously injured, was beheaded by the newly-emerged dharma body Guerdo, and achieved his great reputation. The Buddhist Tantric Sect’s magic weapon is nowhere to be seen.”

“This world, Guldo, didn’t appear because of the Heavenly Punishment Axe, so Hatuktu hasn’t fallen yet.” Meng Qi suddenly said.

The disciple of Xijiange continued: “Mr. Lu Da of Huamei Mountain Villa has accumulated a lot of money, and he was unknown at the beginning, but he became more and more dazzling after that, and won the praise of Taoist Chonghe and Abbot Kongwen. Dharma body, it’s a pity that the catastrophe forty years ago forced him to break through ahead of time, and disappeared under the thunder disaster.”

“Another forty years.” Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei transmitted voices to each other at the same time. There were too many changes at this point in time, which made this world different from the real world.

“Could it be that this is the node where the fragments of Zhouguang split. The characters that existed before still exist, but those who have a deep relationship with the legend will soon perish, and those who are related to the legend will not be born at all.” Meng Qi boldly guessed road.

Jiang Zhiwei nodded, and speculated further: “Perhaps those who had become reincarnations at that time forty years ago will also fall one after another.”

Because the six paths surpass the legend

“This can all be confirmed.” Meng Qi asked again after the voice transmission: “Xuhe Daoist entered Xuantian Sect also forty years ago.”

“Yes, how do you know?” The Xijiange disciple was stunned, he didn’t say anything

Sure enough, Meng Qi smiled and said, “Because I feel that a lot of things happened forty years ago, um, how is Thrushcross Villa now? Is Ice Fairy Ye Yuqi still there?”

“After the fall of Mr. Lu Da, the sisters of the Ye family have also passed away one after another. Now Thrushcross Villa is not bad, with the support of the master, it is more than enough than the top.” The disciple of Xijiange answered honestly, without any doubt that he knew everything just now People actually know the Thrushcross Villa, which is not too famous.

“Forty years ago was indeed a turning point.” Meng Qi frowned suddenly during the sound transmission to Jiang Zhiwei, “But you just felt the appearance of a new him and me. The little guy is obviously six or seven years old.”

The corners of Jiang Zhiwei’s eyes twitched, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, “Don’t call me a little guy.”

It’s a bit of a shame.

She paused and said, “I don’t know where this piece of cosmic light is hidden. If it wasn’t for a subtle induction, I’m afraid it would be impossible to find it. Maybe it is in a place where the long river of time flows more quickly. It has been a long time since the induction was transmitted to the real world.”

“This possibility cannot be ruled out.” Meng Qi couldn’t think of this explanation for a moment.

At this time, Jiang Zhiwei suddenly thought of something: “Since it is said that things will not be separated, how about the true inheritance of my sect’s Dao of Cutting and the true inheritance of the Taishang Sword Sutra?”

“Cut the way to see me” is one of the seven swords of Jietian, and it is the inheritance of true meaning. It undoubtedly surpasses the legend. Experts have never cultivated to the legendary realm by virtue of this. But the evaluation in Liudao is peerless. Even if the meritorious deeds are not high, it shows that there is hope for legends, indicating that the exercises that were realized at the beginning are no problem, but the practitioners are limited by the heavens and the earth, and cannot reach the limit. In other words, its true meaning inheritance is also at the legendary level. Unless there is a master who is proficient in this technique, it can be remade. Otherwise, it will not actively split.

“It should be so. Maybe this Xijian Pavilion is gone, and only the handwritten cheats of the Taishang Sword Classic remain.” Meng Qi suspects that this is likely to be the case.

Jiang Zhiwei listened to the chatter of the disciples of the “same sect”, looked up at the familiar scenery, and sighed rather: “It’s no wonder that the fragments of Zhouguang seldom surpass themselves, they will only gradually become mediocre.”

“These uncles and uncles are so lively and kind, ZongmenIt’s also different from what I remember, if they really don’t have true inheritance. It’s really embarrassing. ”

In particular, there are many elders that Jiang Zhiwei respects but have already passed away, and now they are watching them coming and going. It’s like they have been resurrected, and they want to do something to make up for their feelings.

“It’s better to perfect their exercises and do something good that will not be named.” Meng Qi suggested with a smile, looked at his chest, touched his belly and said, please call me Red Scarf

Jiang Zhiwei frowned and said: “At present, I can’t create the true inheritance of the Dharma Body, but it involves sect precepts, I’m afraid I can’t pass it on privately, and it’s best not to let the real sect family know about the things here. Facing him and me who are exactly the same, Few people can keep calm, and 90% of them will be confused and cause demons.”

Meng Qi said confidently: “Then show it, based on the same cultivation method, there will always be some understanding. As for how much they understand, it depends on themselves.”

Jiang Zhiwei made up his mind, nodded and agreed after pondering for a while: “But first, we must confirm that there is really no complete inheritance.”

Meng Qi smiled slightly: “Don’t worry, leave it to me.”

“You have a way,” Jiang Zhiwei said with a relaxed mood.

“Of course, I’m Yuanshi Heavenly Demon.” Meng Qi joked, turned and walked towards the mountain, walking forward with his hands behind his back, waiting for the appearance of the grand master who is qualified to know the sect’s secrets.

The two walked for a while, and “Deadwood Prosperity” Yu Wanli came down ahead. It seemed that without Su Wuming’s comparison, his confidence had not been lost, and he was already a master now.

Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei looked at each other, stepped forward, cupped their hands and said, “It’s Senior Deadwood Ronghuayu.”

“Exactly, I don’t know if you are?” Yu Wanli didn’t know why, so he responded with a smile.

where is this guest

Meng Qi said with a half-smile, “It doesn’t matter who I am, the important thing is that I know that Zhan Dao sees that my true meaning is gone.”

Yu Wanli’s gaze shrank suddenly, and his mind went blank for a moment.

This secret that is related to the survival of the sect was discovered by an outsider

how did he know

After being shocked, the long sword in his sheath suddenly shot out.

In Xijian Pavilion, where the tablets of the ancestors of the past dynasties are enshrined, Zhou Taichong, the head of the sect, is facing the “cut my sword” with a sad face. Forty years have passed, and things have not improved at all.

On that day, the two major true meaning inheritances of “Zhan Dao See Me” and “Taishang Sword Sutra” collapsed inexplicably, leaving only the secret books written by the ancestors of the past generations, each embodying their paths. Without a lot of tolerance, the inheritance gradually became difficult.

Xijiange has concealed this matter for forty years, fearing that other sects would find out, and has been secretly looking for other peerless exercises to replace it, but it has never been able to do so.

Hey, he let out a long sigh.

At this moment, his heart moved, and he happened to see a pure and bright sword light shooting up into the sky. It seemed to come from his heart, illuminating the mountain, forbidden law, flesh body and other objects into illusion and transparency, making the surroundings emptied and letting himself Seeing the Yuanshen directly, it seems to have discovered the real “self”

“Cut the Road and See Me”

“Cut the Road and See Me”

Zhou Taichong’s mind buzzed, he couldn’t control himself, and trembled all over his body.

Since the opening of the Xijiange sect, although there is a true inheritance of “Cut the Dao to see me”, there is no master plan, no one has practiced it, and it is impossible to reproduce this peerless sword. We can only rely on the adventure of the founder of the sect to obtain the true inheritance Imagine a sword that you have seen before.

But now, the imagination has reflected into the reality, and the direct “cut the road to see me” actually appeared in front of my eyes

Jian Guangming’s clear air sole covers the entire mountain, making everything seem like a dream.

Zhou Taichong was obsessed with this, and it took him a long time to wake up because of the Qingming of the Zhanwo sword. With the help of the magic weapon and the large formation, his spirit spread, and he probed outside. Who was practicing “Zhan Dao See Me” for Xi Jiange?

In the air, he saw two figures, one was wearing a blue Taoist robe with gray temples, the other was wearing light yellow clothes, and his long sword had just been unsheathed. Behind them, Yu Wanli was stunned, his expression changing, as if in a dream.

The two figures didn’t stop, and disappeared into the afterimage of the sword light within a few steps. Only the blue Taoist robe rubbed the head of his new disciple Jiang Zhiwei.

The figure disappeared, and the “Cut the Way to see me” just now was like a dream.

Zhou Taichong wanted to catch up, but he had lost track of the other party, so he could only sigh with emotion:

“There are such gods in the world who do things casually, and the dragon sees the head but does not see the end. Could it be the good relationship that our door has formed?” To be continued.

S: It’s nearly 4,000 words again, so it’s a bit late. By the way, I have something to do in the afternoon, and the