1153 Cut Myself To See Me (2/2)

Meng Qi looked up at Jiang Weiwei followed by the familiar yet strange mountain road, and suddenly laughed, ”When Mister Lu Da mentioned about the difference of one thought, I was thinking if I hadn't listened to my brother's instigation at the time to come to Xijian Pavilion to persuade you and subtly express my feelings, would the ending be different?”

This was already the past and he was already able to face this calmly.

Jiang Zhiwei pressed her lips into a smile, stroked her hair and said seriously, ”Even without Gao Lan's instigation, you would definitely still come after hesitating, just that you might not have been in time. And no matter when you came, my answer would still be the same.”

With her eyes shining like stars in the night sky, she said in a low and firm voice, ”This is you, and this is me.”

Meng Qi let out a long sigh and said with a smile, ”Sure enough, this is you, and this is me.”

Looking up and seeing the beautiful scenery on the mountain with all kinds of flowers, he seemed to see Jiang Zhiwei's gradually drifting silhouette at that time. Smiling with his hands behind his back, he stepped forward and walked up the mountain road.

Jiang Zhiwei smiled slightly and walked together beside him.

The two did not speak, being able to understand each other without words. One in yellow and one in green, they slowly walked to the top of the mountain, as though Xijian Pavilion was a no man's land.

Looking at the magnificent view of white clouds and the sun, Meng Qi let out a laugh and conveyed at ease.

Jiang Zhiwei looked quietly at the sea of clouds and also let out a light laugh after a short while. With her clothes flowing, she returned to her residence.

Since ancient times, the sea of ​​clouds hadn't changed.

…

Stepping on the clouds and against the strong wind, Meng Qi was thinking as he moved, putting other thoughts aside and walking freely.

He unknowingly came to the Southern Wasteland and saw a prosperous scene, the growth of a martial arts holy land, and a powerful ancient presence seemed to be hidden deep in the Southern Wasteland.

”The demons return to the world and the sages follow?” Meng Qi suddenly thought of this sentence he heard a very long time ago.

Are the demonic sages returning from reincarnation?

As thoughts ran through his mind, Qi Zhengyan appeared in front of him in an ordinary long robe and with an ordinary look. Other than the two stars between his brows and the strange Devil's Claws on his left hand, there really wasn't anything special, but his every move seemed to contain great momentum. The heaven constantly moves, and a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement.

”Something's bothering you?” Qi Zhengyan said straight to the point.

Meng Qi slightly nodded and repeated what Mister Lu Da and Jiang Zhiwei said before saying, ”How should I cut myself to see me?”

Senior Qi has the knowledge and experience of a Demonic Lord and should be able to answer.

Qi Zhengyan gave it a thought and said, ”Since you want to cut yourself to see you, then try really cutting. What is your greatest dependence and reliance now, cut it off and experience it.”

”What is my greatest dependence and reliance?” Meng Qi frowned and mumbled to himself.

Heavenly Lord Yuanshi? No, how could he fully rely on him when he's wary of him?

The Tyrant's Invincible Blade? It wasn't as if he didn't have a life before it had awakened to the Legendary level…

As thoughts ran through his mind, he heard Qi Zhengyan say indifferently, ”Your greatest dependence and reliance is your martial arts. Without martial arts, there would be no Primitive Emperor and what you are today.”

Meng Qi took in a deep breath as thoughts ran through his mind. He wanted to refute, but had nothing to say.

Yes, after coming to this world full of strong and powerful characters, his greatest dependence and reliance was martial arts. Neither Yuanshi nor Daode could be relied on, only his own abilities were real!

When he was in a hopeless situation when facing the Devil Buddha back then, he didn't pray for help from gods or Buddha but practised martial arts step by step, sharpening the blade in his heart and finally broke free.

Qi Zhengyan stared at Meng Qi and said in a low voice, ”So, are you able to cut off this greatest dependence and reliance?”

”Moreover, you might not necessarily succeed even if you forsake it. By then, you would be an ordinary person without power, and it would be extremely difficult for you to regain it.”

”By then, would you still be the Primitive Emperor? Would you still be Su Meng? Would you still be able to maintain your personality and style? Without martial arts, would there be you?”

”Do you dare to forsake it?”