Chapter 451: The Chicken-Slaying Sword God's Events That Day

Bodhi, the symbol of Buddhist wisdom and enlightenment, was the Buddha who attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree in the past.

"Well, wearing Bodhi seeds can also help you understand the world, so as to understand yourself and find the initial path, but this kind of thing can be relied on but not reliable, and it depends on yourself in the end." Jiang Zhiwei nodded gently, reminding Meng Qi as always.

Meng Qi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't put the cart before the horse."

He mainly relied on Bodhi seeds to "understand" the Tathagata Palm and gain from it. In other aspects, it would be good if he could have it, but it would not matter if he couldn't. He walked the road step by step.

Qi Zhengyan and Ruan Yushu understood his choice very well, knowing that he, like Zhao Heng, had almost reached the limit of his physical cultivation in the opening period, and was currently more focused on the improvement of his soul and mind.

Although he didn't say it clearly, everyone could see that his goal was to achieve unity between heaven and man and initially walk out of his own path before the next mission.

Meng Qi turned around and took out the Bodhi seed that he had been eyeing for a long time but had no extra money to exchange for.

It is green in color and full of spirituality. Holding it in the hand, a refreshing feeling spreads all over the body:

"A five-hundred-year-old Bodhi seed is a treasure of the earth. Wearing it close to the body can help people to become enlightened, especially the Buddha Dharma. Nine months of spiritual loss is worth a thousand good deeds."

This Bodhi seed is not expensive, but its effect is too useless. Unless it is a Buddhist monk or someone like Meng Qi who has the true meaning of Buddhism and needs to be comprehended, few people can use it. After all, the ability to comprehend the world is not outstanding.

After stringing it into a pendant and hanging it on his chest, Meng Qi felt refreshed. After considering it, he planned to choose a sword and knife combined attack move, because if he did not have this ability, he would have to have a chance to comprehend the corresponding skills from the "Tathagata Palm".

When thinking of the "sword and knife combined attack" move, Meng Qi's first thought was undoubtedly the "three magic skills" in the "three swords, three swords, and three magic skills". Unfortunately, they are Dharma body moves, which are still far away from him, and the three swords and three swords are not urgent.

As soon as he told them his idea, Jiang Zhiwei and the others started looking through their own exchange charts, looking for similar moves and constantly offering suggestions.

In the end, Meng Qi picked the iconic move of a casual cultivator in the outer scene three hundred years ago in the main world: "Reversing Yin and Yang", which is worth one thousand and fifty merits.

It is just the beginning of the outer scene, but it contains the skills and methods of sword and knife combined attack and Yin and Yang conversion. It is a high-level choice for Meng Qi, who is just starting to learn in this area. As for the sword and knife methods in the opening period, they are superficial and basic in the past. With Meng Qi's current sword and knife skills, he can quickly figure it out.

"Okay, see you in two years." Jiang Zhiwei took a breath and said with a smile, which was both encouragement to herself and a good blessing to Meng Qi and others, wishing them all the best in their next mission.

After speaking, she turned her head and stepped firmly into the departing light column, rising with mist, leaving a faint and cold green shadow.

Meng Qi showed a little sadness, and was rarely silent. Then he said goodbye to Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan, and Zhao Heng, and said that he was going north to the grassland.

The light and shadow drifted, and Meng Qi appeared in his own house. The sunlight came through the window, casting a golden light and illuminating the flying dust.

That generous and cheerful girl, the girl who reached out to him when he was most helpless, is about to start sitting in the death gate? Maybe we will never see each other again? Meng Qi was filled with an inconsolable feeling of melancholy, and was stunned for a while.

Is this a separation in life, or a separation in death?

"Hey, third brother, you have all nine orifices opened, why don't you come out to drink and celebrate?" A furry head suddenly appeared by the window. It was Gao Lan, who hadn't had a haircut and shaved for a long time.

Meng Qi looked up and found that Gao Lan's eyes contained a hint of playfulness. His heart suddenly skipped a beat. He entered the reincarnation next to Gao Lan. Did he find anything?

It's not like Meng Qi had never seen a great Dharma master before, such as Abbot Kong Wen and Mr. Lu, but when he entered the reincarnation cycle, he was far away from them and in a crowded place. Now, Gao Lan was no more than three meters away from him, and there was no one around, not even snakes, insects, rats, or ants.

"Don't worry, don't worry, everyone has secrets, do I look like someone who can dig into the details?" Gao Lan looked like he had seen through your secrets.

Uh, Liu Dao didn't react, maybe he could only see a little, not the key? Meng Qi was a little relieved, stood up and said, "Brother, is there still 'Drunken Immortal'?"

He was in a complicated mood now, and felt that a drunk could relieve all his worries.

Gao Lan casually inserted the iron bar on his belt, put his hands behind his back, paced back and forth, and kept looking at Meng Qi, which made Meng Qi feel uneasy, not knowing what he meant.

"Brother, aren't you drinking to celebrate?" Meng Qi raised his eyebrows and asked, not showing any uneasiness.

Gao Lan clicked his tongue twice: "You are not happy at all, what kind of celebration is this? Looking at you, are you suffering from lovesickness?"

"No way!" Meng Qi denied it immediately.

"Third brother, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from my eyes. If your bad mood is not caused by the girl, I will cut off my head and let you sit on it!" Gao Lan said proudly.

"Why... Meng Qi subconsciously wanted to deny it, but as soon as he uttered a word, he sighed, "It's about the girl, not lovesickness."

Gao Lan nodded, very satisfied with his wit and vision, his eyes wide open, full of interest: "Tell me, tell me."

Looking at his appearance, Meng Qi somehow thought of the gossips, but he was in a complicated mood and did have the urge to talk, so he sighed and said: "Brother, didn't I mention a friend of life and death before? A descendant of a martial arts sect, radiant, sword-minded, cheerful and generous..."

"Yeah, what's wrong with her?" Gao Lan asked excitedly.

"She plans to sit in the death pass." Meng Qi said dully.

Gao Lan let out a long "Oh": "So she is a descendant of Xijian Pavilion, you are quite capable."

"What's the ability?" Meng Qi said angrily.

Gao Lan smiled and said: "The death pass of Xijian Pavilion, no matter how talented a genius is, there is a high possibility of dying in it. Are you reluctant to let her go? Do you want to keep her?"

"I am reluctant to let her go, but I can't keep her..." Meng Qi said in a daze.

Gao Lan clapped his hands: "That's right, you still dare to say that you don't miss her?"

Meng Qi's old face flushed: "It's just a reluctance between friends. We may never see each other again after this death pass."

"In short, I can't bear to part with you. There are countless emotions in my heart that are difficult to resolve, right?" Gao Lan raised his eyebrows.

Meng Qi nodded and said nothing.

"Then talk to her in person. It's your business whether to keep her or not, and it's her business whether to accept the stay!" Gao Lan grabbed Meng Qi's collar.

"It will ruin her mood..." Before Meng Qi finished speaking, he felt that the surroundings were silent, and everything in front of him was dark, only the touch of Gao Lan's hand on his collar.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Qi finally saw light in front of him, and in front of him was a mountain as straight as a sword.

"Where is this?" Meng Qi asked in astonishment.

Gao Lan's hearty laughter rang in his ears: "Of course it's the gate of Xijian Pavilion."

"Ah..." Meng Qi was a little confused.

Gao Lan put away his smile and his expression became serious: "Even if we are friends, don't we have to say goodbye before we part? In short, don't let yourself regret it. I don't want my sworn brother to be the same as me."

Jiang Zhiwei, a bright girl with dark eyebrows and big eyes, black hair simply tied up and draped softly, and wearing goose yellow clothes...

Jiang Zhiwei who called "little monk" and extended a friendly hand...

Jiang Zhiwei who carried him on his back and cooperated tacitly...

Jiang Zhiwei who repeatedly instructed him and came to Jiangdong from afar to help him...

Jiang Zhiwei who never backed down in the face of a strong enemy...

Jiang Zhiwei who burned herself and cut out Sword 23...

And "Chicken Slaughtering Sword God" Jiang Zhiwei...

All kinds of memories emerged in front of him. Meng Qi took a deep breath and his eyes became firm. Brother Gao was right. We must say goodbye.

He took a step and walked towards the mountain gate. A disciple said to him:

"My friend, why are you here in Xijian Pavilion?"

"I am Su Meng, and I want to see Senior Sister Jiang Zhiwei." Meng Qi bowed.

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In a room, Jiang Zhiwei sat on a wooden stool and looked around. Unlike other women's boudoirs, there was only a mirror here, no dressing table, and few boxes for clothes. The windows were clean and the place was simple and refreshing. Sword manuals were placed everywhere.

This was where she had lived for more than ten years.

Jiang Zhiwei closed her eyes and said goodbye to the past. She was about to get up with her long sword in hand when she suddenly heard a junior brother outside saying:

"Senior Sister Jiang, Su Meng is here to visit. Do you want to see him?"

Meng Qi was famous, and the disciples of Xijian Pavilion were no strangers to him.

Jiang Zhiwei was stunned, and her hand holding the sword slipped a few inches. She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and did not answer for a while.

"Senior Sister Jiang?" The junior brother outside raised his voice.

You have to walk your own path... The master's admonition echoed in Jiang Zhiwei's mind. She took a long breath and exhaled slowly, and finally said: "Let him wait for me at the pavilion halfway up the mountain."

In a stone room, a man in green sat with his eyes closed, with a long sword across his knees. The whole person seemed empty, as if he was far away. He did not stop Jiang Zhiwei's actions.

At the foot of the mountain, Gao Lan put his hands behind his back and looked at the Sword Washing Pavilion from a distance. After passing through many obstacles, he seemed to see a figure. Suddenly, he frowned slightly and whispered:

"This madman actually chose the most difficult path..."

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In the pavilion halfway up the mountain, Meng Qi had a long sword on his waist, looking at the clouds in the mountains, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

At this time, a goose yellow figure came over from the corner of the mountain road.

It was midsummer, the mountain flowers were in full bloom, the trees were lush, and Jiang Zhiwei walked slowly, just like a fairy among flowers.

She did not wear green clothes anymore, but changed back to a yellow dress, with dark eyebrows and big eyes, and black hair simply tied up and draped down softly, looking extremely bright and beautiful, just like when Meng Qi first saw her.

"I didn't expect you to come back." Jiang Zhi smiled and walked into the pavilion halfway up the mountain, sitting on a stone bench.

Meng Qi sat down opposite her and said with a wry smile: "I always feel a little sad and want to see you again. In addition to sitting in the death pass, there are actually many ways to break through."

After saying this sentence that he had wanted to say for a long time, Meng Qi suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, but also more nervous.

Jiang Zhiwei's face was not angry, and she smiled as before: "Of course I made the decision after considering it for a long time."

Her eyes became very soft, and she looked at Meng Qi with a smile, her voice like the sound of spring water:

"My master has a special status in the sect, and as a result, I am also expected or respected by everyone. Brothers and sisters are always polite to me, and no one has ever joked with me."

"And you, the first time, well, it should be the second time we met, you dared to give me a nickname, and the chicken-slaying sword god, which makes people angry and funny."

"Obviously, you are a little monk with no martial arts skills, but you can be so bold and fearless in fighting."

Meng Qi didn't say anything, just listened to Jiang Zhiwei's recollection quietly.

"You always said that you loved brain twitching, showing off in front of your lover, and always wanted to be the kind of knight in the storytelling novels. You always had funny words and funny actions that made people laugh, but at the critical moment, you would definitely take the lead and never back down to stand in front, making people trust you."

"At that time, you were delicate and lovely, and I treated you as my younger brother, but gradually, you grew taller than me and became more and more mature. You were humorous and witty, but your actual actions were steady and reliable."

"It's always very pleasant to get along with you, as well as Senior Brother Qi who is taciturn but very tolerant of his companions, and Sister Yushu who was lonely in childhood like me, as well as Senior Brother Zhang, and Miss Fu. You value righteousness over money, and you are happy to repay your enemies and accompany each other through life and death. You have met all my expectations of the martial arts world..."

Jiang Zhiwei's voice was a little joyful, and there was a sincere smile on the corner of her mouth.

After a pause, she looked into Meng Qi's eyes with her dark eyes, and said in a small but clear voice:

"But these are not what I want most."

Meng Qi was silent for a while, and then smiled:

"I understand."

Jiang Zhiwei nodded, and without saying goodbye, she picked up the long sword, turned slowly, and walked towards the top of the mountain at an unhurried pace.

When she was about to reach the corner, she flicked the scabbard, and the sword inside rang softly, like a dragon's roar.

Amid the sound of the sword, she said in a gentle voice:

"I only love the seven-foot sword in my life, and I will see that I am not myself when I cut it off."

Meng Qi listened attentively, and saw that the mountain flowers were gorgeous and colorful, gradually covering up the goose yellow figure.

Hehe, I didn't stop updating, so I don't need to ask for leave. Well, I'm back to Chengdu. I'll start updating after two days of adjustment.