The sword light is empty and vast, with infinite changes. Duan Mingcheng seemed to see the rebuilding of the Snow God Palace, saw the command of the martial arts world that no one dared not to follow, saw the breaking of the boundary between humans and gods, reaching the top, taking beauty to ascend, all these are so beautiful, so sweet, it's hard to extricate oneself.

  The lights dimmed, people dispersed, Duan Mingcheng was in a daze as if in a dream. He suddenly woke up and felt an extreme sense of loss, wishing he could go back to just now.

  "Alas, Master Fa's swordsmanship is divine, truly pointing to the human heart. I, an old and worn-out man, am ashamed that I cannot match it."

  Duan Xiang's tone of despair and loss made Duan Mingcheng thoroughly awake, looking at the white monk's robe in front of him, which was spotless and seemed to be from another world. Thinking back to the indescribable flash of the knife just now, his heart was shaken inexplicably. It turned out that this was what it meant to have a single sword move that could communicate with the gods!

  His eyes once again presented a vast and profound world, filled with all sorts of mysteries. His past self was truly like a frog at the bottom of a well, shallow in knowledge, and had even doubted Master Zhen Ding's attainments in knife techniques. There actually existed such knife techniques in the world!

  Meng Qi used the back of his knife to slash Duan Xiangfei, and finally retracted his strength, so he didn't cause much harm, only making Duan Xiangfei cough a few times. However, his heart was "hurt" and it wasn't light. Rebuilding the Snow God Palace had been his unattainable obsession for decades, and now being stirred up by "Luo Hongchen", he was naturally heartbroken and self-pitying, unable to hold back his negative emotions that lingered on for a long time.

  "Amitabha, if the donor's heart is not at ease, then this monk's knife will have no chance to be used, and what the donor loses is himself." In this situation, Meng Qi naturally would not let go of the opportunity to shape the image of a high-ranking monk.

  Duan Xiang finally was just an old fox, after taking a light breath, his face returned to normal: "No need for the master to say more, I know my own affairs. We will set out tomorrow and take a boat to Changhua Temple, is that alright?"

  "I don't know how many days it will take." Meng Qi was most concerned about this point, he is now a bit exhausted, but not afraid of Duan Xiang's difficulties. If he had evil intentions, he himself had the Sheshen Jue to urge his knife method, with the tragic and clear wind, and the absolute killing dart, it would be no problem to kill him.

  Duan Xiangyi said without thinking: "If it's a favorable wind, we can arrive in about ten days."

  If it's SF Express, it'll arrive tomorrow... Meng Qi muttered a cold joke in his heart: "That's great, Old Duan, do you still remember the request last time? Trouble you to help me collect some ordinary secret recipes, preferably with some acupoint aspects."

  Duan Xiang didn't seem surprised at all, instead he asked more questions with a smiling face: "This is actually simple."

  Meng Qi nodded, just about to let Duan Xiangfei go to the room to rest and condense his aperture, when he suddenly thought of something: "Old Duan, you said I'm a knife that can penetrate the divine, break through the void, and ascend to the Pure Land of Buddhism. If I continue to wander the world, won't it be a bit troublesome? Why don't we disguise ourselves and take on an alias?"

  "It doesn't matter, Changhua Temple and Tiandu City are east and west of each other, separated by a journey of almost a month. People nearby should not recognize you, Master. Besides," Duan Mingcheng said with a smile, "even if someone recognizes the Master, I will say that the Master has come to this world to break through the difficulties of the human and divine realms, and has specially descended to the mortal realm to spread the great teachings and save all sentient beings."

  "Lao Duan, your talent for speaking in circles is stronger than your martial arts talent." Meng Qi said "sincerely", this guy's lying skills are absolutely maxed out, no wonder he's an old fox!

  He didn't care about this issue, with his current strength, although he couldn't say that he was invincible in the world, but when facing a master, he had a slight upper hand. As long as he wasn't surrounded by several masters, there wouldn't be any danger.

  "Thank you for the compliment, Master Fa." Duan Xiangfei replied with a smile, without any embarrassment.

  …………

  The next day, Meng Qi, who had begun to condense the aperture, followed Duan Xiangfei and Duan Mingcheng to the riverbank, where a magnificent and luxurious building boat was already docked.

  "Let Mingcheng inform the subordinates to prepare last night." Duan Xiangfei casually explained a sentence, and took Mengqi up to the deck, into the cabin. Inside, there were beautiful maids serving tea and water, serving with meticulous care.

  Meng Qi smiled and looked at the maidservants flitting about like butterflies, and jokingly said: "Old Duan, when I first met you, you were just riding a small broken boat. Who would have thought that there would be such luxurious ships? Truly, people don't reveal their true appearance."

  Duan Xiang picked up the teacup, took a sip, and chuckled: "This old man has been idle for a long time, but I do love taking boats. This time, however, I'm afraid of delaying the Master's journey."

  "Am I like those monks who indulge in wine and meat?" Meng Qi smiled and said, "Yes, he is indeed a monk who indulges in wine and meat!"

  Duan Xiang nodded slightly: "However, the old man didn't think it through. As a monk who has renounced worldly desires, how could he be indulging in luxurious pleasures? Why don't we abandon ship and change boats?"

  Meng Qi leisurely lifted the tea lid to dissipate the heat, and said with a smile: "No need, this poor monk can endure coarse tea and plain food, and also enjoy luxurious service."

  "Coarse tea and plain food are empty, luxurious service is also empty. The Dharma Master is indeed a high-ranking monk who has attained the Tao." Duan Xiangfei was stunned for a moment, and then praised him.

  This is your own understanding... Meng Qi smiled a bit stiffly.

  In the following ten or so days, Meng Qi continued to refine his acupoints, cultivate the Fantastical Shape Great Method and the Golden Bell Shield's fifth stage, practice "Falling Red Dust", ponder "Yanluo's Letter", and occasionally read "Dugu Jiujian" again, feeling very fulfilling.

  Although the cultivation in this world is relatively slower than the main world, Meng Qi's cave has already opened, and with the help of "Virtual Shape Benefit Pill", it can be evened out. However, opening the ear aperture requires strong impact, otherwise it relies on grinding and polishing, which has nothing to do with the world itself. The progress of knife skills and sword skills basically belongs to self-cultivation, comprehension, and sparring with others. As long as there is a suitable opponent, it does not involve the environment. Therefore, the main thing is that the fifth pass of Jin Zhongzhao has been slow in making progress to the perfect seal and the cultivation of Huan Xing Da Fa.

  However, perhaps due to his shallow foundation in swordsmanship, the "Dugu Nine Swords" was also very difficult to learn, and Meng Qi's comprehension had not reached that level. So when he arrived at Changhua Temple in Ning City, he didn't have a single clue.

  "Master Fa, the sky is almost dark, let's rest in the city for a day and go to Changhua Temple outside the city tomorrow." Along the way, Duan Mingcheng went back and forth, extremely sincere, because the true meaning of martial arts occasionally revealed by Master Fa's words made people deeply thoughtful.

  Meng Qi glanced at Duan Xiangfei and Duan Mingcheng, smiling: "Guests follow the host's convenience, but I need to go to the bookstore to buy a copy of 'I Ching'."

  " 'I Ching'?" Duan Xiangfei asked somewhat strangely. This world indeed has the I Ching, but a monk reading the I Ching always seems strange.

  "It's just a matter of association." Meng Qi wouldn't say that he was cramming for general knowledge, and the introductory part of "Dugu Jiujian" indeed involves some content related to the Book of Changes.

  Duan Xiang didn't ask any more questions, and instructed Duan Mingcheng to go pack up at the inn first. He himself strolled with Meng Qi through the bustling streets, bought a copy of the "I Ching" at a bookstore, and then entered a lively wine shop.

  As soon as he stepped in, the loud voices of conversation came rushing towards him. Meng Qi's ears were almost fully focused, and with a slight movement of his mind, he could distinguish between different voices. Some people were discussing the provincial examination, some were boasting about killing mountain bandits, and some were exchanging stories about recent events in the Jianghu world. Among them, there were mentions of Meng Qi, such as how the virtuous Master Zhen Ding was highly respected, with a long white beard hanging down to his chest, and someone who had been fortunate enough to meet him once and receive his teachings. Others mentioned that several great masters had been stimulated, and were particularly eager to touch the boundaries between humans and gods.

  "I originally thought that after Zong Shi there was no way, but I didn't expect that Zhēn Dìng Fǎ Shī would cut through with one knife and create a path for human and divine, truly a blessing for the martial world!"

  In this way, Meng Qi and Duan Xiangfei exchanged a smile, went up to the second floor, found a place by the window because there was no elegant room.

  "There's a 'Snowfall Blade' near Changhua Temple. If Master wants to test his skills, I can show him the way." Duan Xiangfei said with a smile.

  Meng Qi nodded: "Thanks."

  Duan Xiang suddenly sighed after ordering a few vegetarian dishes: "The boundary between humans and gods is vague and unpredictable, except for monks like him, I don't know who else has such hope..."

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

  Duan Xiang's eyes narrowed slightly as he said, "Cui Xi Tian has a natural talent that is overflowing, his will is firm and resolute. He has condensed the ancestral aperture of his brow twice, which is equivalent to the perfection of the Fantian Great Method, and has also opened up other divine repositories. If he doesn't die, I'm afraid he might really be able to touch the boundary between humans and gods."

  Meng Qi's expression remained unchanged as he said, "Cui Xuan is eager for quick success and immediate gain, and has already lost his foundation. Even if he can break through the limits of human and divine, it will only be a fleeting splendor, burning out without a trace, leaving behind only a dark spirit."

  "What about Naluo Qing? At a young age, he has already opened up his spiritual secret chamber, his swordsmanship is outstanding, almost divine. Given time, it's not impossible for him to break through the boundaries between humans and gods." Duan Xiangfei asked.

  Meng Qi thought for a moment and said, "I don't know how many child prodigies were outstanding in their youth but became ordinary as they grew up. Luo Qing is still far from the boundary between humans and gods, and there are many obstacles and difficulties ahead, making it hard to say if he has any hope, unless he can obtain a great opportunity."

  Duàn turned to Meng Qi with a straight back and piercing eyes: "What about the old man? Does he have any hope?"

  Meng Qi suddenly felt like laughing, it was as if he had a "brewing wine and discussing heroes" kind of feeling. But this wasn't bad either. He suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Old Duan, you've been on the wrong path for a long time, unless you can find your way back."

  "...Detour..." Xiang's expression turned gloomy, muttering to himself, seemingly wanting to ask Meng Qi for advice on how to find his way back, but hesitating. He changed the subject and asked, "I wonder which master in your heart has the most hope of breaking through the boundary between humans and gods?"

  Meng Qi picked up the teacup, gently swaying it, and in a tone imitating Cao A'Dan's said: "The world's top masters, only Fah Xuanzong's tragic and bitter godly monk has hope."

  This is a big truth, other people's bodies can't withstand the backlash of opening the eyebrow heart and setting up the bridge between heaven and earth, only the sad and bitter godly monk has several decades of pure yang child work with some hope, of course, he must first find the method to open the spiritual secret treasury.

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

  Duan Xiang didn't turn his head back, but saw a beautiful woman wearing a crimson palace dress and a middle-aged man with a wooden face coming together. She was stunningly beautiful, with a slender figure, and the whole person seemed like a ripe fruit that was full to bursting. However, what caught people's attention was the long knife hanging from her waist, which was very thin and seemed as if it would break at any moment.

  "I wonder who it is," said the middle-aged beautiful woman with a hint of sarcasm, "I don't know what kind of 'high monk' this person's dharma name is, please let Mr. Xian Yin introduce him to me, I'd like to see what qualifications he has to comment on the world's top masters."

  Duan Xiang didn't change his expression, smiling as he turned to Meng Qi and said: "This is Mrs. Che, Che Wanshu, also known as 'Luoxue Dao', and this is her husband Mr. Xiang."

  Che Wenxiu is a master of her generation, and outsiders introduce her as Mrs. Che rather than Madame Xiang.

  Meng Qi understood his meaning and nodded slightly, indicating that there was no need to keep his identity a secret, as he would eventually have to cross swords with Luoxue.

  Duan Xiang didn't get a response, smiled and stood up, saying to Che Wanyu: "Mrs. Che, this monk indeed has the qualifications to comment on the world's top masters."

  Before Weishu could finish speaking, he added: "His Buddhist name is Zhen Ding."