Chapter 1163 Unforgettable

"How could you give up?"

"The strength that I have cultivated so hard is my true support and the greatest guarantee of becoming a legend. How can I give up as an illusion?"

After hearing Qi Zhengyan's series of questions, Meng Qi suddenly had such thoughts in his mind.

If you don't have martial arts strength, what can you do to cope with the return of legendary powers?

If he didn't have martial arts strength, wouldn't he even have the power to resist when faced with someone with malicious intentions like gold and silver eyes?

If you don't have martial arts strength, do you want to rely on the big shot on the other side behind you for everything?

If you don't have martial arts strength, how can you find clues and resurrect Xiao Sang?

If he didn't have martial arts strength and his teacher's friends were in danger, wouldn't he just watch helplessly, and even though he was anxious and worried, there was nothing he could do?

Step by step, I have reached my current state and status. Many things are based on the strength of martial arts. Without it, I am a rootless duckweed. I can’t do what I want. Even if I just assume it, I can really feel it. What does it mean to be powerless!

Seeing Meng Qi's rare expression change, Qi Zhengyan's expression became more serious and his tone became even calmer:

"If we didn't trust each other and someone else made this suggestion, wouldn't you think it was a conspiracy to trick the most powerful immortal in the world into giving up his martial arts with just a few words and kill him easily?"

"Don't the fierce resistance and struggles in your heart prove your dependence on martial arts?"

"Didn't you live for so many years without martial arts?"

"Without martial arts, you wouldn't be you anymore?"

As the words and sentences entered his ears, Meng Qi's thoughts fluctuated, fighting and refuting each other. He was wavering, but he could not make up his mind:

Yes, to this day, I really rely too much on martial arts. It is hard to imagine what life would be like without martial arts. If I can't get rid of this layer of fog that shrouds the true spirit, how can I see the "real self"?

Are you kidding me? The strength you cultivate bit by bit is the most real and true. How can you give it up for the sake of illusory hope? Without martial arts, how can I face all kinds of troubles in the future?

If you don't "kill me and see me" as soon as possible and understand "what I am," and the legendary powers are beginning to return early, it seems that there is not much difference between immortals and mortals, so why not take the risk and give it a try?

However, even if you don’t give up martial arts and rely on years of hard work, you may not be able to find an opportunity to break through in the next few years? With the protection of Moonlight Bodhisattva and the kindness of Qing Emperor, there should be no problem in holding on for a few years. Why try this dangerous and uncertain method?

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

Without martial arts, you are already someone else’s slave!

…

In a short period of time, Meng Qi had to answer this question involving his own future and life. Even though he had always been good at making decisions and dared to risk his life, Meng Qi fell into a state of hesitation and struggle. He pursed his lips and tried to speak several times, but failed. Word.

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

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

"Think about it yourself. Only you can make a decision on this kind of thing."

After saying that, he left without looking back and walked deeper into the Southern Wilderness step by step. The sparks gathered together and seemed to form a red torrent.

Meng Qi stared at his back blankly, and suddenly sighed, full of thoughts. If this method could be as clear as cutting off the past and cutting off the future, as long as he acted according to the plan, there would be a high possibility of success. He had already tried it, but Senior Brother Qi had already I made it clear that even if I give up martial arts, I may not be able to completely kill me. It is equivalent to wasting my efforts and losing my biggest support. I will become a useless person from now on. The road is elusive, unpredictable and full of variables. How can I make up my mind? ?

Starting from the legend, we can take a shortcut through the method. The road is indescribable, and the journey is naturally elusive.

Full of thoughts, he walked confidently and unknowingly reached the outside of Guangling City. The river was surging and the twilight was heavy. It seemed that nothing had changed in thousands of years.

This is the place where I last saw Xiao Sang.

She struggled, and she lost... Meng Qi closed his eyes, the past events were clear and vivid in his mind, and Gu Xiaosang's expression and tone were so real, as if it had happened just now.

Opening his eyes with deep eyes, Meng Qi saw through the twilight mist that there were many moored ships at the riverside port, with lights dotted like stars.

One year spent similar, each year is different.

The river flowed, and it was no different from the past to the present. Meng Qi walked closer, and the scenes from the past echoed in his mind.

Judging from all the clues obtained so far, Xiao Sang never gave up. Even if he was forced to choose to die at my hands, he still left a way out, waiting for the opportunity to make a comeback.

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

A witch is a witch, the kind of witch you think is dead and has no chance of resurrection, but you see her return in a white fur dress under the dim lights.

"Xiao Sang left a backup plan and seemed to place her hope of resurrection on me. Then why did she believe that I could do it?"

"Is it a solution without a solution, or is it mixed with subtle emotions and expectations?"

"Should I be certain about my future, or should I trust my ability and adaptability?"

Meng Qi's thoughts were flying, and finally he returned to the matter of "martial arts strength", and he was lost in thought for a long time.

The moon gradually rose, and the light fell. In the silence, his green robe fluttered, his back was desolate, and he walked across the river and walked north.

After another night of getting lost, when the sun rose in the east, Meng Qi found himself on the shore of a vast lake. It was also a familiar place, and a memory engraved in his memory.

The Bayan Valley in the past, now the Bayan Lake.

After sitting for several months, patiently hunting, he finally killed the wolf king.

Sitting on the lake, you are a white lotus, I am a green lamp, but I didn't expect that what I said would come true.

The waves were sparkling, bathed in the morning light, and there were fishing boats and gorgeously decorated ships on the shore.

Meng Qi breathed the breeze on the lake, recalling the past, and there were a few tourists nearby.

"Is this Bayan Valley?"

"Yes, the Bayan Valley where the Crazy Blade killed the Wolf King in Bayan. This place witnessed his first ascent to the top of the Human List, and witnessed his transformation from Crazy Blade to Yuan Emperor."

"Later, Yuan Emperor also fought a great battle here, turning Bayan Valley into Bayan Lake?"

"Yes, at that time he transformed into an extremely evil demon, went deep into the enemy's lair, and fought fiercely with several great masters here, and also encountered an ambush, but under the cause and effect, how could he escape, and finally won a great victory."

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

"Weren't you always worried before? Why are you suddenly relaxed again?"

"Hehe, the Human Emperor has the help of his descendants. It is said that there are many powerful people in the legend. They are not afraid of the demon clan and Luojiao at all. Why should we worry about it? Quick, take a photo of me and Bayan Valley. Before, there was the invincible Crazy Blade, and now there is the famous sword!"

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

The focus of Bayan Valley in my memories is completely different from what they said.

They only care about their own strength and their own achievements, but in addition to these, what comes to mind is the sickly girl in white with red cheeks and eccentricity...

Because this is my experience.

Because I can never forget it.

The mood suddenly relaxed, and Meng Qi smiled, and slowly left Bayan Valley, like an idle tourist, traveling all over the country, returning to the places in his memory, pursuing himself.

Traveling alone for thousands of miles, reporting to Shaolin, relying on strength, sensational achievements, and unforgettable is the emotion of being ready to die and generous and passionate.

Traveling on a moonlit night, carrying the wounded, one sword and one person, relying on strength, gaining benefits, and carrying the joy of revenge.

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

Bit by bit, stripping off the outside and shining on the heart, Meng Qi gradually became calm, like the bright moon hanging quietly in the night sky.

Without martial arts, what kind of me would I be?

Stopping at the edge of the cliff, watching the blue sea water, hitting the mountain wall, stirring up white foam, Meng Qi suddenly exhaled, and made a decision in his heart.

Until this moment, he seemed to understand the "let go" and the so-called "breaking the law of self" that he often heard his master Xuan Bei say.

That is to give it a try!

Without martial arts, am I not myself?

He took a step forward, stepped onto the ocean, stepped on the waves, and moved forward step by step. At dawn, he arrived at a fairy island shrouded in clouds and mist, and said loudly: "Yuxu Su Meng, I want to see the Hunyuan Fairy."

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

"What is the matter with Master Su?"

Meng Qi bowed his hands and said: "Su has something to ask the fairy for help. If I am lucky enough to survive in the future, I will definitely reward you generously."

"What is it?" Bi Jingxuan did not agree or disagree.

"Please use the Hunyuan Golden Bowl to reduce Su's cultivation." Meng Qi said seriously.

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

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

"There are always dangers of one kind or another on the road of martial arts. If you don't face this, you will eventually face others."

Bi Jingxuan said nothing more, and flew out of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl from the depths of the clouds and mist. The golden light fell, and the Yellow River formation was formed. It turned and spun, and it surged and fixed Meng Qi's Niwan.

Meng Qi did not use the Supreme Wuji Yuanshi Qingyun to resist. He felt his Tao power being quickly reduced, and felt that the Dharma body that he had cultivated with great difficulty gradually faded away the rules of fusion and became a mortal body again. The martial arts strength that he was familiar with and relied on, which seemed to have become his hands and feet, all disappeared, leaving only the cause of all fruits with him, but without strength, how could he operate it?

What would it be like without martial arts?

Empty, inexplicably frightened, without a sense of security.

The Hunyuan Golden Bowl flew back, and Meng Qi's mouth twitched suddenly. Without martial arts, it was really a bad experience.

It was really embarrassing!

His clothes were made of Tao power, and the rest of the things were in the absolute sword. Now that he had no strength, he could not take out the clothes, nor could he keep them on.

So, an exhibitionist appeared in front of Sanxiao Island...

Bi Jingxuan did not seem to have expected this situation. After a long pause, she threw out a set of clothes for ordinary male disciples.

The computer crashed, and I lost more than a thousand words I had just written. The automatic save function failed. I almost collapsed, especially at 12 o'clock. I was desperate, but I still finished it. There will be a second chapter in the evening~

By the way, I'd like to say in advance that an elder in my family has passed away. I have to rush back from my wife's home to attend the funeral in the next few days. The update time may be uncertain. Please understand. I will try my best to maintain two updates. Well, the one who passed away was my mother's grandmother. When I was born, she was over 80 years old. Now she is over 100 years old. It was a long-lived and happy death. We have been mentally prepared, so the sadness is not too heavy, and I can still write.