What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me? Yes, my "he" is either a simulation mark or a projection without intelligence. I am unique and I don't need to consider the many "he" memories and emotional impacts that are lost.

In this case, what does another "I" have to do with itself, the exact same "I"? He is him, I am me!

After receiving this loud shout, Meng Qi seemed to have uncovered a layer of fog, called the fog of knowledge and insight. He was suddenly cheerful in front of him, and thoughts came one after another, without any hindrance. He vaguely felt the true nature of nature, the body and mind were lively, and it was indescribable.

However, this just cleared the fog and revealed the road. As for how to "get close" and how to "get close", it is full of difficulties and obstacles and various astrays.

He pondered for a moment, Zhan Yan smiled, stood up slowly, and bowed:

"Thank you for your advice, senior."

"The third question is, if all the things experienced by the seniors in the past are dreams, the wife is a dream, the Huamei Villa is a dream, and the sword in their hands is a dream, how should we face it?"

"Common illusions certainly cannot affect seniors, but what if you are in the dream world of Amitabha Buddha? What you see, smell, touch, and feel are all the feedback of the dream, which seems real and is illusory in essence. Zhuang Sheng is confused about the butterfly. Is it Zhuang Sheng who dreams of a butterfly or is it a butterfly who dreams of becoming Zhuang Sheng?"

Meng Qi changed the question of "Brain in the Cowl". After saying that, he turned around, stepped on the mountain road, and slowly walked down without waiting for Mr. Lu's answer.

The breeze blows beside the road, the fragrance of flowers and plants enters the nose, and the figure tied with the wooden hairpin is gradually moving away.

Mr. Lu Da's long sword was placed beside him, his eyes flashed and his lips moved, but he could not express his answer. He just watched Meng Qi leave the back mountain step by step.

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After leaving Huamei Villa, Meng Qi looked around and was confused, not knowing where to go. With a lot of thoughts, he subconsciously marched southwest. When he came back to his senses, he had arrived in front of a mountain that seemed like a towering sword.

Where is the mountain gate of Xijiange!

Meng Qi stood in front of the mountain in a daze, suddenly laughing silently, and he still couldn't let go of that thing.

That sentence left a very deep impression on me:

"I only love the Seven-foot Sword in my life, and I am not me when I see me."

He did not hide his breath, and Jiang Zhiwei had already appeared at the foot of the mountain, with flowers blooming behind him, and the fragrance was as beautiful as a painting.

Yiren was dressed in goose yellow, with black hair lightly tied, hanging a few strands, bright and dazzling, and seemed to have never changed. He smiled and said, "Why did you come here without saying a word?"

"Where comes when the excitement comes, it comes with your heart." Meng Qi wore a green robe, tied a wooden hairpin on his head, and was graceful and gentle, smiling and maneuvering.

Jiang Zhi chuckled slightly: "You have never been to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. Tell me, what's the matter?"

His eyes were smiling, as if I didn't understand you yet.

"Yes." Meng Qi pondered for a moment, "You have once chanted 'Zhen I see me, I am not me'. Which 'Zhu' are you killing and which 'I' are you seeing?"

Jiang Zhiwei suddenly smiled and said, "It turns out you are thinking 'I am for me'."

Then, her expression became a little more serious and said seriously: "'I' refers to the external 'I', including physical body, experience, martial arts, emotions, etc., and 'I' is the true nature of nature."

"Since that point of nature, the true nature leaves the great way, it is contaminated by acquired nature, the eyes are concealed by the five colors, the ears are contaminated by the five sounds, the nose is contaminated by the five flavors, the heart is concealed by experience and emotions, and it is difficult to see its true face."

"Cutting it is not cutting it off, not abandoning it, but exploring their limitations, understanding their illusions, and thus illuminating the true self."

Meng Qi had some clarity and frowned slightly to think.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhiwei thought about it and said in more simple words: "Although I was in the death gate, 'killing me to see me' is just a first glance. This should be a problem in martial arts after the appearance of the outside. Simply put, the things seen by the eyes are limited by the eyes themselves, and they do not see all the illusions. Seeing everything, there are always omissions. Not all of them are true. If you fully believe in 'eye', you will easily make mistakes. It belongs to 'I am confused by the outside world, and you will not see the true face of things."

"Same, until the end, the ears are limited and the nose is limited. The experience we get through various things is also limited as martial arts. If we rely entirely on experience, we will be trapped by experience, and our cognition of things will be biased. If we rely entirely on martial arts, we will be bound by martial arts, and will become more extreme and extreme."

"Only by recognizing them, exploring them, and cutting off the illusion they bring, you can open the cage and see the 'true self'."

Meng Qi nodded and said, "It's easy to say it, but it's definitely very difficult to do it. Since birth, everything we do has been more or less affected by 'I'. Relying on it has long become a habit and instinct. I don't think there is any problem at all, so I naturally can't figure it out."

He understood what Jiang Zhiwei meant, and knew that what he needed to do was to "kill me to see me". As soon as he saw the true self, he could immediately prove the legend!

The flowers bloom on the mountain, and two figures stand opposite each other at the foot of the mountain, one is yellow and the other is green, sharing the experience of Zhan Wu seeing me. The atmosphere is harmonious, like a poem and a painting, and it almost feels like a fairy couple.

Meng Qi looked up at Jiang Zhiwei, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar mountain road, and suddenly laughed: "When Mr. Lu mentioned the 'one thought difference' before, I was thinking, if I hadn't heard from my elder brother's instigation at that time, and came to Xijiange to persuade you to express your feelings in a vague way, would the ending be different?"

As things go by, he can face this problem calmly.

Jiang Zhi pursed her lips slightly, stroked her hair, smiled, and said seriously: "Even if there is no Gao Lan's instigation, you will definitely come after hesitation, but you may not be able to catch up. No matter when you come, my answer will not change."

Her eyes were bright, like stars in the night sky, and she said slowly and firmly:

"This is you, this is me."

Meng Qi sighed long and smiled, "Sure enough, this is you, this is me."

Looking up, he saw the scenery on the mountain like a song and the flowers swaying. He seemed to see Jiang Zhiwei's figure gradually moving away. He smiled and walked forward, climbing the mountain road.

Jiang Zhi followed with a smile and walked together.

The two of them didn't say anything, everything was silent, goose yellow and elegant, and they slowly walked to the top of the mountain, as if the Sword Pavilion was a place where no one was left.

Looking at the white clouds in her eyes, carrying the sunshine and magnificent, Meng Qi laughed and fled far away.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at the sea of ​​clouds quietly, and after a while, she chuckled lightly, her clothes fluttered, and she walked back to her house.

For eternity, the sea of ​​clouds has not changed.

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Stepping on the clouds and being covered with strong wind, Meng Qi is always thinking, letting go of other thoughts, and doing whatever he wants.

Before he knew it, he found himself coming to the Southern Wilderness, seeing a prosperous and the growth of a martial arts holy land, and there seemed to be an ancient and powerful aura hidden deep in the Southern Wilderness.

"The devil returns to the world, and the saints follow again?" Meng Qi suddenly remembered this sentence he heard a long time ago.

Are the reincarnations of demon saints?

As his thoughts fluctuated, Qi Zhengyan appeared in front of him. His ordinary robe and ordinary face were nothing special except for the two stars on his eyebrows and the strange demon emperor claws on his left hand, but his every move seemed to contain great momentum. Heaven was strong, and a gentleman continued to improve himself.

"Is there any problem in my heart?" Qi Zhengyan spoke straightforwardly.

Meng Qi nodded slightly, repeated what Mr. Lu and Jiang Zhiwei said, and finally said, "How should I 'behead me and see me'?"

Senior Brother Qi has the knowledge of a demon master and should be able to answer one or two.

Qi Zhengyan thought for a while and said, "Since you want to 'kill me and see me', then try to 'kill one'. What is your biggest dependence at the moment? 'Cut off' it and experience it."

"What is my biggest dependence?" Meng Qi frowned and said to himself.

Yuanshi Tianzun? No, he is wary of Him, how could he rely entirely on Him?

The Overlord’s Knife? Before He woke up to the legendary level, he was not without life...

As his thoughts turned, he heard Qi Zhengyan speak unpredictably:

"Your greatest reliance on the greatest reliance is your martial arts. Without martial arts, there would be no Yuan Emperor, and without martial arts, there would be no current all kinds of you."

Meng Qi took a deep breath, his thoughts fluctuated, and he wanted to refute, but he had nothing to say.

Yes, after reaching this world where strong people are everywhere and strength is respected, my greatest reliance and dependence is martial arts. Yuanshi cannot be relied on, morality cannot be relied on. Only your own strength can be true and true!

When facing the demon Buddha, I was in such a desperate situation that I did not ask God to tell the Buddha. I practiced martial arts step by step, sharpened the sword in my heart, and finally broke the shackles.

Qi Zhengyan stared at Meng Qi with his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"So, can you cut off this biggest dependence and dependence?"

"And even if you give up, you may not be able to succeed. At that time, you will be an ordinary person without strength, and it will be difficult to recover."

"At that time, were you still Emperor Yuan? Or Su Meng? Can you still maintain your current personality and style? Is there no martial arts without you?"
Chapter completed!