The old rules, but they can be changed tomorrow during the day, and it's finally time for the holidays......

Zen Heart Temple, which is the place where Shaolin receives guests, is made up of multiple courtyards, and there may be some good scenery to enjoy in summer and autumn and even in early spring, but at this time of year...... All that was left was the bare forest, which was covered with a thin layer of snow.

Meng Qi wielded a broom to clean up the residual snow in the courtyard, as a miscellaneous monk, this is his daily work, originally he was not responsible for this, but recently Shaolin Temple came to other top contemporary disciples of the sect as guests, so he sent more manpower, and Meng Qi was also assigned over.

Suddenly, the door of a side room opened, and a little Taoist priest with a bun on his head stood by the door and shouted, "Little monk Wuna, the room is a little dirty, you can clean it up." ”

"Okay, donor." Meng Qi saluted with one hand, carried a broom and walked to the wing, and the little Taoist priest who still had a little childish spirit had returned to the house; And although this little Taoist priest spoke very politely, Meng Qi, who had been in this world for some time, didn't think it mattered - because he already knew what kind of world this was, and he knew his identity and status better.

Of course, the most important thing is that he is not the type with explosive self-esteem or even a glass heart.

Meng Qi arrived at the door, looked inside, and saw that there were seven or eight people in the room, each dressed differently and colorfully-this is much more eye-catching than the monotonous costumes of Shaolin Temple, and sure enough, he still has to hurry up and ponder how to be vulgar.

Secretly spitting out a groove in his heart, Meng Qi secretly poked and poked his comic heart.

'Huh? And girls? Now Meng Qi, who has a good understanding of the rules of Shaolin Temple, didn't dare to look carefully, so as not to lose the etiquette or be troubled because of this, but just now in a hurry, Meng Qi has seen the situation in the house clearly with his eyesight that is no longer comparable to the past, and there is clearly a girl wearing a goose yellow dress in it.

"It seems that the Shaolin of this world does not prohibit female guests from entering......" thought in his heart, carefully passing a few guests, Meng Qi did not forget his work, and planned to clean up the broken teacups on the ground.

Suddenly, a foot stretched out from nowhere, just in front of Meng Qi's foot - this foot seemed to stretch out unintentionally, but it was said that it was just a look! In fact, in the eyes of connoisseurs, it can be seen that there is a deep "fire" in it.

It's not that difficult to trip over someone, especially compared to Meng Qi and the person who stretches his feet today, the contrast between him is almost the same as that between an adult and a child - but want to trip someone just right, without the slightest bit of fireworks, or even without the slightest effort?

Even the person who has to be tripped up takes the initiative to cooperate......

It's like breaking a glass.

It couldn't be easier to break, but want to break the glass into eighteen pieces with precision? I always feel that the whole world is guaranteed to be able to do this.

Meng Qi was surprised, but it was too late to react, vaguely he only saw that the person who tried to trip over him was the little Taoist priest with his hair tied just now, his facial features were profound, and the most striking thing was the thick black eyebrows that seemed to be two flying knives - and at this time, this little Taoist priest didn't look at Meng Qi, his eyes were staring at Meng Qi's front with blazing eyes.

Then, a long sword wrapped in a heavy copper-green scabbard appeared there inexplicably, as if trying to withstand something.

Someone who doesn't know where to hide in the dark laughs secretly in his heart - the first results of the work have been achieved.

According to the development of the situation in the original book, Meng Qi will be tripped by this kick, and he will not be able to maintain his center of gravity no matter what, and then this outstretched scabbard will allow him to stop the downward trend and restore his balance at once, everything is just right.

But now...... Meng Qi raised his head a little dazedly, but after being tripped up, his body only shook slightly, and it was not all because of standing, but a subconscious action to borrow strength to help him recover his center of gravity! Then he happened to see a bright and incomprehensible face, she had big eyebrows, her black hair was simply pulled up, and she was dressed in a goose yellow dress, and she was about sixteen or seventeen years old, but she could not see any immaturity.

"Huh?" Her pink lips opened slightly, her voice was as crisp as a yellow bird, and she let out a soft sigh, which seemed to be slightly surprised by Meng Qi's reaction, but Meng Qi actually didn't show any out-of-the-ordinary ability, at best, it was a strong sense of balance, after all, this place was Shaolin Temple, and this was obviously just a miscellaneous monk, so she shifted her attention to the aspect that should be concentrated: "Xuantian Sect calls itself the Heavenly Emperor Dao Tong, is it such a Dao Tong who bullies children?" ”

"Humph!" The little Taoist priest of Xuantian Sect didn't answer, just snorted lightly, and also swept Meng Qi with his eyes, but in the same way, he wouldn't hold a grudge against Meng Qi or anything because of this-he didn't care if he had a broad chest or something, but he couldn't do it.

This time, he was able to be one of the people who came to Shaolin Temple as Xuantian Sect, and he was obviously also a proud son of the sky! And a miscellaneous monk? Or is it because of this little thing? It's only him who will be embarrassed......

The girl turned her head to look at Meng Qi again, as if she remembered something, and suddenly laughed, and two pear vortices loomed on the side of her mouth, making her look very sweet: "Little monk, don't worry about that bad guy, he just wants to borrow you to test my swordsmanship." ”

Speaking of this, she pursed her mouth slightly, and her head raised slightly: "But even if he lets him see my swordsmanship, so what?" But little monk, you are also very powerful, looking at your performance up and down, that is, the foundation of the 100-day foundation has just been laid, and the bad guy just stumbled but failed to get you......"

She didn't say it directly, but Meng Qi felt a kind of pride and confidence in her own strength, and at the same time, she also felt a sincerity, she was really praising it.

"Thank you for your kindness." Meng Qi stood firm and subconsciously thanked him.

The girl withdrew her long sword and sneered: "You are like a son of a family, not a little monk, and you should be called the female benefactor." ”

Then she reversed her long sword and returned the salute: "Well, my name is Jiang Zhiwei, a disciple of the Sword Washing Pavilion, I'm really sorry to involve you in the fight between us." ”

At this time, the little Taoist priest of Xuantian Sect snorted again: "I just didn't expect that the miscellaneous monks of Shaolin actually have some ability. ”

His eyebrows were raised, and with the childishness on his face, he was a little reckless - the implication was that he was not serious, and if he was serious, Meng Qi would inevitably be tricked, but he was indeed very childish.

"He's just a miscellaneous monk, what about you?" Jiang Zhi said with a smile on the corner of her mouth, attacking the shield of the son with the spear of the son - yes, if you do it seriously, a miscellaneous monk will naturally not be spared, but a big force at almost the same level as the Shaolin Temple Zhenchuan seriously deals with a small miscellaneous servant? If you win, you will lose face, and if you lose, you will simply have no face to continue living!

"You!" As a result, the little Taoist priest who was obviously not enough in his state of mind cultivation suddenly exploded.

"What are you doing?" Fortunately, no one in this place can suppress him, and a deep voice happened to sound at the door.

Meng Qi, who was satisfied with the effect of his "primary body method", so he didn't care about the previous communication between the little Taoist priest and the girl, finally came back to his senses, turned his head to look, and saw a young man in a gossip robe walking in with his hands in his hands.

Another brilliant man! He has long eyebrows and sideburns, a straight nose, and his eyes are like electricity; At first glance, Meng Qi thought that this handsome and masculine man was in his twenties, but after a closer look, he could see from between his eyebrows that he was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"The temperament is very mature...... Meng Qi restrained the angry and aggrieved emotions just now, and subconsciously commented in his heart.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Qingjing plans to trip this little monk to test my swordsmanship." Jiang Zhiwei stated the matter simply, without adding oil and vinegar, her tone was very flat, and the context was very peaceful.

The senior brother surnamed Zhang looked at the little Taoist priest named Qingjing, and when he spoke, he was not angry: "Since you are out of the mountain gate, your every move represents the Xuantian Sect, don't lose your dignity." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang." Senior Brother Zhang's words are not heavy, but they are not light - after all, they are outside, and in front of outsiders! But the little Taoist priest could only answer with some grievances, but it seemed that this senior brother surnamed Zhang had a high prestige among the young disciples of various sects, and the others in the room were silent, and no one spoke for Qingjing.

"It's me who was too reckless." The little Taoist priest turned his head to Meng Qi and said, then quickly turned his head.

Meng Qi took a breath lightly, but he really didn't pay attention to it, and he didn't say anything superfluous, but just stood up in front of him and said, "The little monk is really determined." ”

Senior brother surnamed Zhang bowed his head lightly and said to Meng Qi: "Senior Brother Zhending, I am Zhang Yuanshan of the Zhenwu faction, and I am valued by friends from various factions, and I am called Senior Brother, I hope you will forgive me for today's incident." ”

"It doesn't matter, after all, I don't have a ...... about my" but I can't really say that, so Meng Qi just nodded, signaling that he wouldn't take such a trivial matter to heart, then folded his hands, whispered the Buddha name, buried his head in cleaning the ground, and exited the room.

"Shaolin Temple is worthy of being Shaolin Temple, and even among the miscellaneous monks, there are such talented people...... I guess I just entered the temple not long ago. From afar, Meng Qi vaguely heard Jiang Zhiwei commenting on this, and the implication was that if he hadn't entered the temple for a short time, he wouldn't have come here to be a handyman.

As the saying goes, gold shines everywhere.

It's just that Meng Qi still doesn't care.

Back at the miscellaneous courtyard, there was still a period of time before lunch, although Meng Qi was not so calm as his heart, but there was really no wave in his heart, but the rhythm between breaths was always maintained, and it was almost close to becoming a natural energy! He has completed the foundation building in 100 days, according to the teachings in the Shaolin Temple, the next stage should be "meditation and accumulation", he has no exercises, and he doesn't know what to do.

However, the body and breathing methods that had been upgraded to the primary level had surprised him early, and the seemingly casual performance in the meditation room before surprised him even more!

That's the true biography of the big faction, even if it's just a random move, and it's not aimed at him, but what is his identity now? And what kind of strength?! So he practiced more actively.

He wanted to know what would happen to the intermediate level if the beginner skills were so powerful!

At lunchtime, Zhenhui and the others did not come back, it is said that they were arranged to clean the Dharma Academy, which was the place where the disciples of various factions fought each other, and it was not until the evening that Meng Qi saw Zhenyan, Zhenhui and others come back, and their faces were excited and excited, and they exchanged with each other endlessly.

"The competition will start in the afternoon?" Meng Qi's heart moved, and he quickly stepped forward and asked.

Zhenhui nodded vigorously: "Well, it's wonderful!" It's a pity that you're not here, brother. ”

The mantra in the same dormitory bowed slightly, and then sighed: "Their age is similar to mine, but their martial arts are ten times that of me, or even more than me, alas......"

'People are more angry than people? Meng Qi suddenly came up with this sentence in his mind, and then he was a little funny in his heart, if he wanted to say this, who could be angry with himself who was carrying the system and driving the plug-in? Then he asked curiously, "Who will be the winner?" ”

"It's so wonderful in the end, long sword, Taoist priest......" Zhenhui shook his hands and stated excitedly, but his language organization was too chaotic, and Meng Qi actually couldn't understand it.

Zhen Yan smiled and said, "The final battle is between Zhang Yuanshan of the True Martial Sect and Jiang Zhiwei of the Washing Sword Pavilion, hehe, they have defeated the young disciples of various factions before, including Zhen Miao and Zhen Ben. ”

For the defeat of the two senior brothers who entered the temple together, the mantra is a look of schadenfreude.

"True Martial Sect, Wash Sword Pavilion?" I don't know when, Xuan Xin walked over, "Hey, the young disciples of these two factions actually met on a narrow path. ”

"The road is narrow?" Meng Qi felt that the relationship between Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei was not bad.

Xuan Xin sighed: "Taoism has a magic skill that can be comparable to the "Divine Palm" of "Rulai Divine Palm", called "Seven Swords of Intercepting the Sky", which has been lost for a long time, the basis of the Zhenwu School and the Washing Sword Pavilion Sect is one of the formulas, between each other, hey, and the relationship between King Kong Temple and my Shaolin is similar, and moreover, the Washing Sword Pavilion only respects the Taoist ancestors, not the Taoists, who defeated in the end?" ”

"Zhang Yuanshan of the True Martial Sect lost to Miss Jiang Zhiwei by half a move." Zhenyan hurriedly replied that he was speaking according to the evaluation of the first empty temple monk of the Dharma Academy.

Xuan Xin was stunned for a moment: "The little girl who washed the Sword Pavilion won?" It won't be another Su nameless, hehe, be careful and easy to break. ”

The monks discussed this competition until late, and after returning to the meditation room, Meng Qi finally had an irreparable wave in his heart, thinking of Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei, who were like dragons and phoenixes among people, and then thinking about themselves, but it was not irritable, but just longing, and even heroic!

"There will be a day when I will be next to you...... "The bright moon outside the window shines through the thin clouds, reflecting a shallow scenery in front of the bed, experiencing the magic of the system firsthand, Meng Qi is not worried about his future at all.

Even if he is only the tip of the iceberg when he has developed all the functions of the system, it does not stop him from feeling that the depth of his system is unfathomable!