Meng 49 sword

After teasing for a while, Meng Qiqi took Xiao Xiujian back.In the final analysis, his Xiujian has not yet been born with wisdom, so amusing people, even if Meng Qiqi is thick-faced and dark-hearted, he still thinks it is a bit immoral.

After playing around, Meng Qiqi concentrated on comprehending Shenjing Fu, and ignored the surrounding disturbances.

"Shenjing Fu" is actually not long, but each character is very big, big enough for the whole Fu to circle the city wall for a week.Meng Qiqi and the others copied while walking, and returned to the starting point at sunset.

A piece of "Shenjing Fu" was well-known, but Meng Qiqi didn't learn anything from it.But he is not anxious, he has been stuck at this breakthrough for three months, and he doesn't care about the time.

At sunset, many people returned to the city, but many more stayed behind the city wall to continue meditating.Even if you can't realize the Tao here, the energy of heaven and earth is very abundant here, which is very suitable for cultivation.

All human voices gradually settled down, drowned in the boundless twilight.Looking around, the green hills are capped, and the lush blue and white mountains are entangled with each other. After a while, they are covered with a gauze of the afterglow of the setting sun.

Night, still coming from afar.

At this time, the rosy rays of light are like a blurred dream.

Meng Qiqi sat on the Enlightenment Stone, watching the sunset, writing on the ground with his finger as a sword.The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, and that shadow overlapped with Chen Boyan, but was still rendered lonely by the twilight.

Chen Boyan couldn't help taking a step forward, Meng Qiqi raised his head and said, "You're blocking my light."

Chen Boyan said: "Little uncle, why don't you rest for a while and eat something."

"You and I are monks. If you don't eat a meal, you won't starve to death." Meng Qiqi said so, but her hands stopped obediently.

The three of them lit a bonfire next to the Enlightenment Stone, and there was a bit of smoke and fire immediately under the cold city wall.Shen Qingya stored a lot of special products of Tianmu Mountain in his Sumeru Ring, and he couldn't keep fresh ones, so he dried the fruits, mushrooms, etc. and brought them out. At this time, he threw them in the pot and boiled them, and it became a bowl of fragrant aroma. soup.

Meng Qiqi saw that he had sprinkled some granular things into the pot, and asked cautiously, "What else did you add?"

Shen Qingya kept stirring with a long-handled wooden spoon, and said with a smile: "I have tasted some wild spices on the green cliffs of Tianmu Mountain, and they are not poisonous."

It's not poisonous and can't be added indiscriminately. Meng Qiqi smelled the smell and suddenly had an ominous premonition.Shen Qingya doesn't know how to cook, he only knows how to cook soup, and his soup is a hodgepodge of various vegetarian dishes and seasonings.

There are really many specialties in Tianmu Mountain, a whole mountain.

At this moment, Shen Qingya added another piece of old wild ginseng to the soup, Meng Qiqi didn't have time to stop it, and could only watch it fall into it.The corner of his mouth twitched, and he asked, "What are you doing with the old ginseng? Does any of us need to make up for it?"

"You." Shen Qingya smiled gently.

Meng Qiqi: "..."

Chen Boyan glanced at the earthy soup, and wisely chose to remain silent.

Meng Qiqi still didn't give up, and said: "You might as well put some dates to invigorate me."

Shen Qingya suddenly felt reasonable, and took out a handful of red dates from Xumijie and threw them into the pot without hesitation.

Meng Qiqi: "..."

Chen Boyan: "..."

Shen Qingya is right, this soup is not poisonous, even though it is sour with a hint of sweetness, it also smells spicy.If there is no old wild ginseng, it can be called "perfect".

After drinking the soup, Meng Qiqi looked up at the sunset again, suddenly felt that the sunset glow was colorful and confusing.His dantian was also warm, as if gathering a wave of energy, he wanted to rush into his limbs and bones all the time.

Unknowingly, Meng Qiqi fell into samadhi again, the silver lotus bloomed in his palm, the faint silver light was unobtrusive under the gradually dimming sky, but there was a delicate beauty when looking closely.

Chen Boyan stood by his side to protect him, the dantian was also surging with heat, but for him it could be digested without meditating.But when his gaze fell on the silver lotus in Meng Qiqi's palm, the sword mark between his brows suddenly felt a little hot.

Shen Qingya, who was on the sidelines, could see clearly that the color of the sword marks on Chen Boyan's eyebrows was the same as that of the silver lotus in Meng Qiqi's palm.The sword marks became brighter and brighter, making Chen Boyan even more dusty, separated from the whole world.

Only Meng Qiqi was still by his side, the two of them, like an inseparable whole, independent of heaven and earth.

But in fact, both Meng Qiqi and Chen Boyan still maintain their clear consciousness.Chen Boyan lowered his eyes and looked at Meng Qiqi with those icy eyes that seemed to be covered with frost and snow, but there was still a trace of warmth in them.

And Meng Qiqi closed his eyes, in the darkness and chaos, as if he saw the sunset and moonrise with his own eyes.In the boundless world, a huge red sun is slowly sinking. The red sun is really big, as big as a canopy pouring over the sky. Apart from it, you can't see anything else in front of your eyes.

It is cold, the setting sun is cold, it is swallowed up little by little, and the continuous mountains are the fangs of the night, swallowing it into the belly.

Night came at last, and it was relentless and cold.It confuses you with bright stars and teases you with charming moonlight, so that you will soon forget the death of the red sun.

Heaven and earth are ruthless.

The avenue is ruthless.

Even Meng Qiqi was obsessed with the stars and moonlight, forgetting the passage of time.For Xingyue, there is no difference between a moment and a lifetime. They don't care whether the person sitting under the city wall is a flower-twisting fairy, Zhou Ziheng, or Meng Qiqi. The next sentence is a beautiful poem, and a colorful article.

It's a pity that when Meng Qiqi looked up at the starry night, he couldn't think of a line of poetry.

He was addicted to this, but felt his heart getting colder and colder.

The night will kill him, throw his body on the fangs of the distant mountains, and bury him in this ruthless place.

Just like the starry sky he saw when the Chen family took Chen Boyan away from the ruined temple and chased him all the way, it was suffocatingly cold.

The night strangled his throat, and the stars were like knives, cutting his body one after another, and the blood flowed continuously.

He staggered and knelt on the ground, panting in pain, absolutely convinced that Ye really wanted to kill him.

He should become a wisp of dead soul, a lonely ghost, one of thousands of nameless corpses.

But he is not dead, he still yearns for the starry night.

why?

The starry night is still the same starry night, no different.

He looked up, but couldn't find the answer.

Maybe the answer is not in the top of his head, the starry sky is too far away from him, he should be more down-to-earth, and look down.

Looking down at the scenery, there are mud fields and steaming soup pots everywhere.Dirt stained his shoes, and a not very tasty stew was bubbling in the soup pot.

The soil and soup are not half as beautiful as the stars, but Meng Qiqi feels a little warmth.

He finally found that trace of warmth from the boundless silence and cold.But when he opened his palm, there was a mysterious pattern hidden in the silver lotus flower. He looked carefully, but he still couldn't see it clearly.

what is that?

Meng Qiqi squinted her eyes, forgetting about the starry night for a moment.

But he couldn't see clearly.

But it doesn't matter, he has always been a person who doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back.If he can't see clearly, he can take the initiative to touch it.

So Shen Qingya, who had been protecting the Dharma, suddenly saw Chen Boyan's eyes widen in surprise.He froze in place, not moving.

Shen Qingya could feel that it wasn't that he didn't want to move, but... was nervous?

Shen Qingya was a little worried, but the two were in meditation, and outsiders must not disturb them rashly.So he could only hold back and wait anxiously.

Fortunately, Chen Boyan's strangeness only lasted for a short time, and he closed his eyes again, as if he had let go of his whole body's defenses, appearing gentle and harmless.

Shen Qingya couldn't understand it, but Chen Boyan knew it firsthand.He could feel the warm fingertips caressing between his brows, carefully tracing the shape of the sword marks.

He couldn't see where the man was, but he knew who it was.

The man hadn't seen the appearance of the sword mark clearly yet, but he already knew what it was.

Why did Chen Boyan's sword marks appear on his palm?

This is a question that I don't know how to explain for the time being, but when Meng Qiqi traced the shape of the sword marks over and over again, a sense of familiarity emerged spontaneously.

It appears in the silver film every time the elemental force is hedged.

Meng Qiqi suddenly had a sour nose.

Even a little dumbfounded.

After a while, he withdrew his hand, looked up at the vast galaxy, and finally got the answer to the previous question—why does he still yearn for the starry night?

Because the people under the starry night were the ones he wanted.

Chen Boyan, Shen Qingya, Zhou Ziheng, Master, etc.Although the Dao is ruthless, people are sentient.Gushan Jiange has never practiced the way of ruthlessness. Even if Zhou Ziheng is betrayed a hundred times, he will still be the chic and affectionate Zhou Ziheng.

Closing her eyes and opening them again, Meng Qiqi took a deep breath.

Ye's killing intent was receding quickly, and they were forced back by Meng Qiqi's gaze, like a tide receding thousands of miles.The distant mountains also melted in the night, were impacted by the tide, and finally turned into a boundless black sea.

The stars from the sky fell like rain, one by one falling into the rushing black sea.

The star rain burned the entire sea, and the sea water evaporated into white mist. In the extreme splendor and dazzling magnificence, the red sun returned to the earth.

"Sunrise!" A cry of exclamation broke the tranquility of the night, and the people under the city wall who were rushing to ask for immortals stood up one by one in astonishment, looking at the red sun that should have appeared half an hour later, Jump into the sky.

"How could this be? What kind of vision is this?"

"No way, no one has caused a vision in many years, who could it be?"

"Meng Xiu! Look at Meng Xiu!"

There was a lot of discussion, and there were continuous ups and downs of tsk tsk and exclamation.

But Meng Qiqi still hadn't recovered from the trance, neither had Chen Boyan.This vision did not belong to Meng Qiqi alone, and Chen Boyan's role in it cannot be ignored.

At this time, when everyone was immersed in the magnificence of the red sun volleying in the sky, in front of the two of them, there was a scene that no one had seen.

Heaven and earth are silent.

The red sun and the silver moon, one in the east and the other in the west, are facing each other far away.

The place where the rays of light of the two sides meet is right in the center of Shenjing City.The phantom of a huge sword emerged in this constant intersection of light and shadow.

It is inserted straight in the center of the city, with a height of hundreds of feet. The sword body is gorgeous, and the streamer is smudged.

What a mysterious sight this was, Meng Qiqi couldn't help admiring it.If this sword really exists, it must be a peerless sword.

The vision is not over yet.

Under Meng Qiqi's admiring gaze, the sword moved, as if it had been summoned by something, it suddenly rose from the ground, the blade shrunk to its normal size, and turned into a stream of light and flew outside the city wall.

Meng Qiqi's gaze followed it all the way to the side not far away, where a third person besides him and Chen Boyan appeared out of nowhere.

The man was tall and tall, with sword-like brows and star-eyed eyes, and was very heroic.He held the sword firmly, wearing a black robe embroidered with Tenglong, when his figure suddenly rose, he swung the sword and left a series of sword marks on the wall.

It was only then that Meng Qiqi realized that the city wall in front of him had turned blank at some point, but the sword marks had converged on the wall into three large characters - Shen Jing Fu.

Meng Qiqi's eyes widened, it was... Emperor Yaoguang!

"What's going on here?" Meng Qiqi couldn't help asking.

"Illusions." Chen Boyan was well-informed and told the truth immediately: "The difference is that these scenes are probably real. The sword stuck in the center of Shenjing should be the sword of Emperor Yaoguang back then. Look carefully. He swings the sword, this is definitely a once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity.”

Meng Qiqi nodded and looked more carefully.Emperor Yaoguang's every move was gradually engraved in his mind, pulling all his mind.

The more he looked at it, the more amazed he was—Emperor Yaoguang was worthy of being an emperor through the ages, and he was even more talented in the way of swordsmanship.Even if Zhou Ziheng was compared with him, Meng Qiqi couldn't decide whether to win or lose.

And in this continuous observation, Meng Qiqi moved his body at will, drew his sword out of its sheath, and started gesturing along with it.One stroke, another stroke, wherever the sword goes, wherever the heart goes, the "Shenjing Fu", which he has been familiar with by heart, gradually blooms on the tip of his sword.

At this moment, the bottleneck that he could not break through for a long time appeared to loosen.