The sword was shining and evolved thousands of times. Duan Mingcheng seemed to have seen the reconstruction of the Snow God Palace, the command of the martial arts world to dare not follow, and the breaking of the boundaries between humans and gods, reaching the top, and ascending with beauty. All these things are so beautiful that they are extremely sweet that they cannot extricate themselves.

The light was closed and the people were scattered. Duan Mingcheng suddenly felt like a dream. He woke up in shock. He felt extremely disappointed and wanted to return to the past.

"Oh, the master's sword skills are very powerful, and I am ashamed of it."

Duan Xiangfei's depressed tone made Duan Mingcheng completely awake. Looking at the spotless white monk robe in front of him, Master Zhending was floating outside the world, recalling the hard-to-speaking sword light just now, his heart was shocked inexplicably. It turned out that this was a sword that was connected to the gods, and it was worthy of being a sword that was connected to the gods!

There was a vast and profound world before him, full of mystery. In the past, I was really like a frog in the well. I had shallow knowledge and even suspected that Master Zhending's sword skills were such as that in the world!

Meng Qi used the back of the knife to slash Duan Xiangfei, and finally stopped his strength, so he did not cause any major damage. He only made Duan Xiangfei cough a few times. Of course, his mind was "injured" and it was not easy to rebuild the Xueshen Palace. It was his obsession that he had been seeking for decades. Now that he was triggered by the "fallen world", he was naturally sad and ashamed, unable to hold on to himself, and negative emotions could not dissipate for a long time.

"Amitabha, if the donor has no time in his heart, the sword of my monk will have no chance to take advantage of, and the donor will lose himself." In this case, Meng Qi will certainly not miss the opportunity to create the image of a monk.

Duan Xiangfei was an old fox after all. After taking a breath, his face returned to normal: "The master doesn't need to say much. I know my own family affairs. We will go out tomorrow and take a boat to Changhua Temple. Is that okay?"

"I don't know how many days it will take." Meng Qi was most concerned about this. He was a little exhausted now, but he was not afraid of Duan Xiangfei's embarrassment. If he had evil intentions, he had the technique of sacrificing the body to activate the sword, had the sadness and breeze, and had the vision of the life-death dart, and it would be no problem to kill him.

Duan Xiangfei said without thinking: "If it's a good wind, you can arrive in ten days."

If it is SF Express, you will be here tomorrow... Meng Qi said a hilarious joke in his heart: "It's so good, old Duan, do you still remember the request last time? Please help me collect some ordinary secrets, preferably some acupoints."

Duan Xiangfei was extremely smart, so he would not ask more questions. He smiled and said, "This is simple."

Meng Qi nodded, waiting for Duan Xiangfei to rest in the room and condense his acupoints, suddenly remembered something: "Old Duan, you all say that I can understand the gods with one sword and break the void. Ascend to the Pure Land of Buddhism, will it be a little trouble for me to walk around the world? Why don't you disguise yourself and give it a pseudonym?"

"It's okay, Changhua Temple and Tianding City are one west and one east. Nearly a month away, everyone nearby should not recognize you, Master. Besides, Duan Mingcheng smiled very well and said, "Besides, even if someone recognizes Master, I will say that the master saw that this world is difficult to break the boundary between humans and gods, so he deliberately went down to the world to teach Dafa and save the world."

"Old Duan, your talent for words is stronger than your talent for martial arts." Meng Qi said "sincerely". This guy's lying skills are definitely full, and he is worthy of being an old fox!

In fact, he didn't care much about this issue. With his current strength, although he couldn't say that he was invincible in the world, he was a little bit superior when facing the masters. As long as he was not besieged by several masters, there would be no danger.

"Thank you for the praise of the master." Duan Xiangfei replied with a smile without any shame.

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The next day, Meng Qi, who began to condense the acupoints, led by Duan Xiangfei and Duan Mingcheng to the riverside. There were carved railings and jade-making buildings, and the gorgeous and huge building boats were moored there.

"I asked Mingcheng to inform my subordinates of preparation last night." Duan Xiangfei explained casually, took Meng Qi to the deck and entered the cabin. There was a beautiful maid who made tea and poured water, and served meticulously.

Meng Qi smiled and watched the maids walking around like butterflies dancing and flying, and joked: "Old Duan, when I first met you, you were just riding a small broken boat. I didn't expect that there would be such a luxurious tower boat, and I really didn't show my appearance."

Duan Xiangfei picked up the teacup, took a sip, and laughed: "I am idle, but I like to ride a boat, but this time I am afraid of neglecting the mage."

"Do I look like that kind of wine monk?" Meng Qi said with a smile, he is the wine monk!

Duan Xiangfei nodded slightly: "But I am not considerate. The mage is out of the world. How could he be an addicted to luxury and enjoyment? Why would we abandon the boat and change it to the boat?"

Meng Qi leisurely covered the heat with tea and said splendidly: "It's okay, I can take the simple food and enjoy the luxury of serving."

"It's empty to eat and drink, and it's also empty to serve. The master is worthy of being a master of Taoism." Duan Xiangfei was stunned and exclaimed.

This is what you understand yourself... Meng Qi smiled a little stiffly.

Ten days later, Meng Qi kept concentrating his acupoints, practicing the illusion technique and the fifth level of the Golden Bell Cover, practicing "falling into the world", thinking about the "Yan Luo Tie", and sometimes reading "Dugu Nine Swords" was very fulfilling.

Although the world is relatively slow to practice in the main world, Meng Qi's acupoint has been opened, and the condensation is assisted by "Virtual Shape Yihua Dan", which is evenly matched. Unless it is forced to impact, it depends on hard work and has nothing to do with the world itself. The progress of swordsmanship and swordsmanship is basically a matter of one's own thinking, understanding and learning with others. As long as there is a suitable opponent, it does not involve the environment. Therefore, the main reason is that the fifth level of the Golden Bell Cover to the level of perfection and the illusion art of the Golden Bell Cover is very slow.

However, perhaps because of the shallow foundation of swordsmanship, it is difficult to get started with the "Nine Swords of Dugu" and Meng Qi did not understand it, so when he arrived at "Ningcheng" where Changhua Temple was located, he had no idea at all.

"Master, it's almost evening. Let's rest in the city for a day. Let's go to Changhua Temple outside the city tomorrow." Duan Mingcheng was very attentive along the way, because the martial arts principles that Master Zhending occasionally revealed during his speeches were extremely thought-provoking.

Meng Qi looked at Duan Xiangfei and Duan Mingcheng, and smiled and said, "The guest is as good as the master, but I have to go to the bookstore to buy the Bookstore's Book of Changes."

"The Book of Changes?" Duan Xiangfei asked a little strangely. There is indeed the Book of Changes in this world, but a monk always seems strange to read the Book of Changes.

"It's just a matter of analogy." Meng Qi certainly wouldn't say that he was making up for common sense, and the introduction to "The Nine Swords of Dugu" does involve the content of "The Book of Changes".

Duan Xiangfei didn't ask any more questions. He told Duan Mingcheng to go to the inn to make a reservation first, and he and Meng Qiran walked through the downtown area. After going to the bookstore to buy the "Book of Changes", he entered a lively restaurant.

As soon as he stepped in, noisy voices came to his face. Meng Qi's ear orifice was almost completely condensed, and he had a slight thought, and he could tell different voices. Some people discussed the matter of supervising trials, and some were boasting about killing bandits. Some people were communicating with various things in the world recently. There were many people mentioned Meng Qi, such as Master Zhending was highly respected and had white beards hanging down his chest. He was fortunate to meet him and received his teachings. For example, several masters were stimulated. He was particularly eager to touch the boundaries of humans and gods.

"I originally thought that the master had no way out after he was, but I didn't expect that Master Zhending could understand the gods with one sword and cut off the path of human gods. This is a blessing in the martial arts world!"

In such words, Meng Qi and Duan Xiangfei looked at each other and climbed to the second floor. Because there was no private room, they found a place by the window.

"There is a 'Snowfall Knife' near Changhua Temple. If the master wants to compete, I can lead the way." Duan Xiangfei said with a smile.

Meng Qi nodded: "I'm working hard."

After ordering a few vegetarian dishes, Duan Xiangfei suddenly sighed: "The boundaries between humans and gods are unpredictable. Apart from figures like the mage, I don't know who has such hope..."

"What do you think?" Meng Qi smiled at Duan Xiangfei.

Duan Xiangfei pondered for a moment and said, "Cui Xu is talented and firm in his heart. He condensed his eyebrows twice, which is equivalent to the perfect illusion and shape magic. He also opened other divine treasures. If he is not dead, he may really touch the boundary between humans and gods."

Meng Qi's expression remained unchanged: "Cui Xu is eager for quick success and instant benefits, but he has lost his foundation. Even if he can open the boundaries between humans and gods, he will only be in a flash, burning without a trace, leaving only the ghost."

"What about Luo Qing? He has already opened his own spiritual secrets at a young age. His swordsmanship is outstanding and he is almost aware of the gods. With time, he may have opened the boundaries between humans and gods." Duan Xiangfei asked.

Meng Qi thought for a while and said, "I don't know how many geniuses were outstanding when they were young, but they were very ordinary when they grew up. Luo Qing is still far from the boundary between humans and gods, and there are still many obstacles and difficulties. It is hard to say that there is hope, unless you can get a great opportunity."

Duan Xiangfei straightened his back and looked at Meng Qi with his eyes shining brightly: "What about me? Is there hope?"

Meng Qi suddenly wanted to laugh, how could he feel like he was talking about heroes by cooking wine? But that was not bad. He curled his smile and said seriously: "Old Duan, you have been wronged for a long time, unless you can go back to the wrong path."

"Astraight..." Duan Xiangfei murmured to himself, as if he wanted to ask Meng Qi for advice on how to return to the road, but he was a little unable to speak. Instead, he said, "I don't know which master is the most expected to break the boundary between human and gods in the master's heart?"

Meng Qi picked up the teacup, swayed gently, and imitated Cao Aman's tone and said, "The only master in the world, only the miserable and suffering monk of Faxuan Sect is expected."

This is the truth. No one else's body can resist the backlash when opening the entrance to the eyebrows and building the bridge of heaven and earth. Only the miserable monk has a certain hope for the Pure Yang Boy's Skill for decades. Of course, he must first find the method to open the secret spiritual treasure.

"What a big tone." Duan Xiangfei had not spoken yet, but a voice came from the stairs. He was mature and low, but he was a female voice.

Duan Xiangfei looked back and saw a beautiful woman in a scarlet palace outfit coming up with a dull middle-aged man. She looked gorgeous and graceful, and her whole body seemed to be a ripe fruit, so full that it was almost dripping from water. However, what Meng Qi was concerned about was the long knife hanging around her waist. The blade was very thin and seemed to break at any time.

"I said who it is? It turns out to be Mr. Xianyin." The middle-aged beautiful woman said half-sarcastically, "I don't know the name of this 'high monk'. I would like to ask Mr. Xianyin to introduce it. I want to see what qualifications he has to comment on the masters of the world."

Duan Xiangfei remained calm and turned to Meng Qi with a smile, saying, "This is Mrs. Che Wanxiu, with the nickname "Loose Snow Knife". This is her husband, Mr. Xiang."

Because Che Wanxiu was a master of the generation, she was also called Mrs. Che when someone introduced her, not Mrs. Xiang.

Meng Qi understood what he meant, nodded slightly, indicating that he would not have to keep his identity secret, and he would eventually have to have a chance to discuss with Luoxue Dao.

Duan Xiangfei got the reply, stood up with a smile, and said to Che Wanxiu: "Mrs. Che, this wizard is indeed qualified to comment on the Grandmaster of the World."
Chapter completed!