Bodhi, a symbol of Buddhist wisdom and enlightenment, was the Buddha who at that time realized the truth under the Bodhi tree.

"Well, wearing Bodhizi can also help you understand the world, so as to understand yourself, and initially find a way out. However, such things can be relied on but not reliable, and it depends on yourself after all." Jiang Zhi nodded slightly, reminding Meng Qi as before.

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

He mainly relied on Bodhis Son to "enlighten" the Tathagata's magic palm to gain the harvest. In other aspects, it is okay to be able to do so naturally, but it is okay if he cannot. The road is taken step by step.

Qi Zhengyan and Ruan Yushu both understood his choice very well, knowing that like Zhao Heng, his physical practice in the Kaijiao period was almost at its limit, and it is currently more about the improvement of the soul and soul.

Although he did not say it clearly, everyone could see that his goal was to get along with man and start his own path before the next mission.

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

It is green in color and full of spirituality. It has a refreshing meaning when held in the hand:

"Five hundred years of Bodhis, earth treasures, and close-fitting wear can help people to enlighten themselves, especially Buddhism. Nine months of spiritual loss is worth a thousand good deeds."

This Bodhi seed is not expensive, but its effect is too useless. If it is not a Buddhist monk or Meng Qi who needs to understand the true meaning of Buddhism, few people can use it. After all, the ability to understand the world is not outstanding.

After strung it into a pendant and hung it on his chest, Meng Qi felt his mind refreshed. He thought about it for a while and planned to choose a sword-like attack move, because if he did not have the ability in this area, he would probably have to be a coincidence to understand the corresponding exercises from the "Tathagata's Divine Palm".

Thinking of the moves of "sword and sword attack". The first idea that Meng Qi came up with was undoubtedly the "three magical skills" among the "three swords, three swords, and three magical skills". Unfortunately, they are Dharma body moves. They are still far from him, and three swords and three swords are not urgently needed.

He explained his ideas. Jiang Zhiwei and others looked through their own exchange spectrum, looking for similar moves, and constantly providing advice.

In the end, Meng Qi picked out the iconic move of a casual cultivator who was the main world three hundred years ago: "Reversal of Yin and Yang", which is worth 1,050 virtuous achievements.

It is just a first entry into the outdoor scene, but it includes the skills and methods of sword-and-sword attack and the mutual transformation of yin and yang. For Meng Qi, who is just a beginner in this field, it is a high-level choice. As for the sword-and-sword method in the enlightenment period, it was simple and basic in the past, and with Meng Qi's current sword-and-sword realm, he could also quickly explore it.

"Okay, see you in two years." Jiang Zhi took a slight breath and said with a smile, both to encourage herself and to wish Meng Qi and others a good wish, wishing them all the best in the next task.

After saying that, she turned her head and stepped firmly into the leaving pillar of light. The mist rose, leaving behind a cold green shadow.

Meng Qi showed a little sadness and a rare silence. 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 were wandering, Meng Qi appeared in his house, and the sunlight shone out from the window, sprinkling a piece of golden yellow, illuminating the flying dust.

The generous and cheerful girl, the girl who reached out when she was most helpless, was about to start to sit in death? Maybe she would never meet again? An indelible feeling of regret arose in Meng Qi's heart, and he was stunned for a moment.

This is separation from life and death?

"Hey, third brother. You have all the nine orifices open together, why don't you come out to drink and celebrate?" A furry head suddenly appeared by the window. It was Gao Lan who had not been shaved after she had been cut off her hair and shaving her.

Meng Qi looked up, but found that Gao Lan's eyes contained a faint sense of play. His heart suddenly skipped a beat. He entered the cycle of reincarnation beside Gao Lan. Did he find anything?

Meng Qi had never seen the Dharma-Body Heroes before. Both Abbot Kong Wen and Mr. Lu Da were from them. However, when they entered the samsara, they were far away from them and were in a crowded place. Now, Gao Lan was no more than three meters away from him, and there were no one near him, and there were even fewer snakes, insects, rats and ants.

"Don't worry, don't worry, everyone has secrets. Do I look like someone who is trying to figure it out?" Gao Lan looked like I had seen through your secrets.

Uh, Liudao didn't respond. Maybe he could just see a little bit, not involving the key? Meng Qi felt a little relieved and stood up and said, "Brother, are there any 'Drunk Immortal'?"

He is in a complicated mood now and feels like he is drunk to relieve his worries.

Gao Lan casually inserted the iron bar on the belt, walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, and kept looking at Meng Qi, making Meng Qi feel nervous and didn't know what he meant.

"Brother, aren't you drinking to celebrate?" Meng Qi asked with a raised eyebrows, not nervous.

Gao Lan tsk: "You are not happy at all, what is the purpose of drinking to celebrate? Judging from your appearance, is it because you have suffered from lovesickness?"

"Where is it!" Meng Qi immediately denied.

"Third brother, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from my eyes. If you are in a bad mood, it's because of a girl. I'll cut my head to you as a stool!" Gao Lan said proudly.

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

Gao Lan nodded, very satisfied with his wit and vision, his eyes wide open, full of interest: "Let's say it, let's hear it."

Looking at him, Meng Qi somehow remembered the three aunts and six wives, but he was in a complicated mood and did have the urge to talk, so he sighed: "Brother, haven't you mentioned a friend of life and death before? The direct history of the martial arts sect, shining with sword intent, cheerful and generous..."

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

"She plans to sit in the death gate." Meng Qi said dullly.

Gao Lan said "Yo" long: "So it's the direct descendant of Xijian Pavilion. You kid are very capable."

"What kind of ability is not capable?" Meng Qi said annoyed.

Gao Lan smiled and said, "No matter how powerful the genius in Xijian Pavilion is, even if you are a genius, you may die. Are you reluctant to let it go? Do you want to keep it?"

"I can't bear to let go, I can't help it..." Meng Qi said in a daze.

Gao Lan slapped his palms: "That's right, how dare you say you don't have any lovesickness?"

Meng Qi's old face turned slightly red: "It's the friend's unwillingness to let go. If you go to death, you may never be able to meet again."

"Anyway, I can't bear to give up. There are countless emotions in my heart that cannot be relieved, right?" Gao Lan raised his eyebrows.

Meng Qi nodded and said nothing.

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

"It will ruin her mood..." Meng Qi said before he finished speaking. He felt silent all around him, and his eyes were dark. Only the collar was filled with the touch of a high-looking hand.

不知过了多久,孟奇眼前终于出现光亮,前方是一座笔直如剑的山峰.

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

Gao Lan's hearty laughter rang in his ears: "Of course it is where the Xijiange Mountain Gate is."

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

Gao Lan put away his smile and his expression became serious: "Even a friend, don't you still have a relationship before leaving? 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 big eyebrows and big eyes, and a simple black hair tied up. She was soft and dressed in goose yellow clothes...

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

Jiang Zhiwei, who was defeated by herself and cooperated tacitly...

Jiang Zhiwei, who has repeatedly advised herself to come to Jiangdong to help her...

Jiang Zhiwei, who never retreats in the face of a strong enemy...

Jiang Zhiwei, who burned himself and cut out the Sword 23...

And the "Chicken Slayer Sword God" Jiang Zhiwei...

All kinds of memories emerged before my eyes. Meng Qi took a deep breath and his eyes became firm. Brother Gao was right and always said goodbye.

He took a step forward and walked towards the mountain gate, facing a disciple and said:

"This friend, I don't know why I came to my Shuijian Pavilion?"

"I'm in the morning. Please see Senior Sister Jiang Zhiweijiang." Meng Qi bowed.

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In one room, Jiang Zhiwei sat on a wooden bench and looked around. Unlike other women's boudoirs, there was only a mirror, no dressing table, and there were only a few boxes for clothes. The windows were bright and clean, refreshing and simple. There were secrets of sword techniques everywhere.

This is where she has lived for more than ten years.

Jiang Zhi closed her eyes slightly and said goodbye to the past. She was holding the long sword and was about to get up 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 is famous, and disciples of Xijian Pavilion are also familiar with him.

Jiang Zhiwei's expression was stunned. The sword-holding hand slid a little, and her teeth bit her lower lip, but she didn't answer for a moment.

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

Your own Ruth goes by yourself... Master's warning echoed in Jiang Zhiwei's mind. She took a long breath and slowly exhaled it, and finally said: "Let him wait for me at Mid-Shan Pavilion."

In a stone room, a man in blue sat upright with his eyes closed and a long sword on his knee. He looked empty, as if he was in the distance, and he had no way to stop Jiang Zhiwei's actions.

At the foot of the mountain, Gao Lan carried his hands on his back, looked at the Xijian Pavilion from afar, and through the many obstacles, he seemed to see a figure. Suddenly, he frowned slightly and whispered:

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

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In the pavilion of the mountain, Meng Qi had a long sword on his waist and looked at the clouds and mists in the mountains, and suddenly felt a little nervous.

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

It was midsummer, with the mountains and flowers blooming and the trees were lush. Jiang Zhiwei slowly walked, just like a fairy among flowers.

Instead of wearing green clothes, she changed into goose yellow dress, with dark eyebrows and big eyes, and her black hair was simply tied up and softly. She was bright and magnificent, almost like Meng Qi first met.

"I didn't expect you to come back." Jiang Zhi stepped into the pavilion with a smile and sat on the stone bench.

Meng Qi sat down opposite her and smiled bitterly: "I always feel a little bit separated. I want to see you again. In addition to sitting in the death gate, there are actually many ways to break through."

After saying this sentence for a long time, Meng Qi felt much more relaxed, but he became even more nervous.

Jiang Zhiwei's face was not angry, and she smiled like in the past, "Of course I have thought about it for a long time before I made a decision."

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

"My master has a special position in the sect, and I am also expected or respected by everyone. Senior brothers, senior sisters and junior sisters are always polite when they see me, and no one has ever joked with me."

"And you, the first time, well, you probably dared to give me a nickname when you met for the second time. What's the point of killing the Chicken Slayer Sword God, which makes people both angry and funny."

"It's obviously a little monk with no martial arts skills. He can actually fight bravely and fearlessly."
To be continued...