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After picking up water and having breakfast, Meng Qi couldn't wait to carry a broom and walk towards the Zen Heart Courtyard, intending to figure out from Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan and others the reason why the bell was so urgent this morning.

Is it because Qingjing's death was revealed?

Did the Dharma Body-level masters find any clues, and what were the responses of the various sects of the Great Jin Dynasty?

With these questions in mind, Meng Qi stepped into the Zen Heart Courtyard and pretended to sweep up the thin snow that had piled up again last night.

During the cleaning, he quietly observed the disciples of various sects coming and going in several courtyards, and now although most of them had shocks and puzzles on their faces, only a few of them had solemn expressions and seemed to be preoccupied.

"The junior brother over there. Zhang Yuanshan's familiar voice suddenly came into Meng Qi's ears.

Meng Qi turned his head to look and saw Zhang Yuanshan standing in front of a guest room, beckoning to himself: "Please come in and clean up, I am restless and have soiled the ground." ”

"Okay. Meng Qi naturally knew that Zhang Yuanshan was looking for an excuse to let him enter the house, and immediately walked to the guest room with a broom, dustpan and other things.

Zhang Yuanshan waited there very gracefully, let the door open, Meng Qi went in first, and he pretended to look around casually.

As soon as Meng Qi entered the house, the bright goose yellow color came into view, and Jiang Zhiwei was also here.

Cautiously, he buried his head and waved his broom to sweep the tea stains and residue from the ground.

Jiang Zhi smiled: "Little monk, are you again?"

"Back to the Jiang donor, these two days are the little monks cleaning the Zen Heart Temple. Meng Qi heard that Jiang Zhiwei was pretending that the two had only met once yesterday, so he replied very cooperatively.

Hearing the title of "Jiang Shizhu", Jiang Zhi raised her right hand slightly, covered her mouth, then sank her face, and said to Zhang Yuanshan who re-entered the house seriously: "Senior Brother Zhang, Sister Qi and I didn't know each other yesterday, and we have a friendship, but who knows that she has suffered this misfortune today, I am really upset, you have a great friendship with her, have you remembered any clues?" I will use the sword in my hand to seek justice for Sister Qi!"

Qi Xia was eliminated by her yesterday.

What? Qi Xia is dead? The horror in Meng Qi's heart is like a raging wind and waves, how can he not be restrained, how could Qi Xia die? That girl from the Jiangnan Water Town, who has a lot of eyes and eyes, is delicate and soft, and loves the technique of hidden weapons, is actually dead?

Shocked, although he tried to restrain himself, he still failed to hold the broom, which was completely out of his previous expectations!

The sound of the broom falling to the ground made Meng Qi come back to his senses slightly, and he quickly bent down to pick it up, pretending to be frightened and said, "Little, little monk, it's rude." ”

The stammering was not deliberately pretended by Meng Qi, but it was too surprised.

"It's okay, I wasn't any less shocked than you at the time, it's too appalling. Zhang Yuanshan also comforted Meng Qi with an attitude towards a "strange Shaolin disciple", and then turned his head to Jiang Zhi and said: "A few years ago in Maoling, I met Senior Sister Qi, although the friendship is shallow and deep, but there is nothing abnormal, it seems that it is really like the words of the master of Kongwen, she was killed by the curse in her body because she tried to reveal the secret, hey, Senior Sister Qi is in her prime, who knew that she died so young, it really makes people sigh." ”

The grief and regret in his tone was genuine.

Although it is not possible to openly discuss organizations such as "Immortal Traces", the deaths of Qi Xia and Qingjing cannot be contained in paper, and it will soon be known to everyone, so Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei took this opportunity to tell Meng Qi in advance, lest he show his feet in front of other monks when he first heard about it.

It turned out that Qi Xia wanted to leak the matter of the "reincarnation world" and was erased...... At that time, she was sure that the Fa Gao was in front of people, and she would also be wiped out in this way? The "Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation" had such vast supernatural powers? Meng Qi understood the cause of Qi Xia's death, but the turmoil in his heart did not subside at all, but whenever there was a little opportunity, who was willing to be accused by others? Who was willing to be coerced to complete all kinds of dangerous tasks in exchange for the "Divine Skill Elixir"?

Isn't the Dharma Superior "Dragon Descending Arhat" powerless to stop the "Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation"?

Jiang Zhi sighed slightly: "Qingjing also died unexplained, the real murderer behind the scenes is really hateful!"

"I had a doubt yesterday, I don't know if you noticed Senior Sister Jiang?" Zhang Yuanshan pondered for a moment and said, "When Senior Sister Qi cursed, although Master Kongwen said that he was one step late, he never showed the power of his golden body, which is really unreasonable, I asked Master Xuanyuanzi privately, and he only said that the rumors were true. ”

Jiang Zhi pursed her lips slightly: "I also showed this, and after returning to the Zen Heart Academy, I asked the master, and his old man only asked me to collect all kinds of information and speculate by myself." ”

In other words, it cannot be proved that the "Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation" has far surpassed the Dharma body and reached the realm of the legendary Daozun Buddha, Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and was even more curious about the reason why Kongwen did not reveal his golden body.

"After all, it's because we're too weak to get in touch with higher-level things. Zhang Yuanshan sighed sincerely, and there was no longer the pride he had hidden before--in terms of his current age, his martial arts were enough.

Only by becoming stronger, stronger and stronger can we get rid of the "Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation" step by step, and not die in the cruel task, and if you want to become stronger quickly, it seems that you have to rely on the "Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation"......

The five fingers of Jiang Zhiwei's right hand seemed to be playing with the Wenwu lyre, sliding lightly on the scabbard, looking at the blue sky outside the window, and said in a calm and resolute tone: "Maybe one day, we will encounter similar things, and when the time comes, we can only rely on the long sword in our hands to cut out a glimmer of life, and I would like to encourage Senior Brother Zhang with this word." ”

The two of them "when Meng Qi is transparent" recalled the things that happened in the Daxiong Treasure Hall this morning, except for the "immortal traces" and "mythology" organizations.

This can only wait until the next reincarnation mission to communicate on the white jade square, otherwise it will be heard by the seniors of the various factions in the courtyard, and it will definitely be suspected.

Meng Qi slowly finished sweeping the ground, and after Jiang Zhiwei left first, he also returned to the courtyard and continued his "sweeping career", his thoughts were tumbling in his heart, and all kinds of thoughts came and went, and it was difficult to calm down.

After lunch, Meng Qi started to carry his true qi according to the "Iron Cloth Shirt Heart Method", and tried to turn what others had instilled into his own.

But at this time, Xuan Xin rang the small bell in the courtyard and beckoned everyone to gather.

"Immediately go and clean the square near the main entrance, and send off the benefactors of all factions. Xuan Xin looked like he had been woken up from a deep sleep, and commanded angrily, and at the end, he muttered in a low voice: "Has Zao's brain been eaten by monsters? When did I need to be so respectful to other sects in Shaolin?"

Meng Qi's heart moved, and he probably guessed the reason, the heirs of the two factions of Xuantian Sect and the Dajiang Gang died tragically in the temple, and Shaolin was at a loss, so he had to make some statements.

Everyone quickly carried brooms, buckets, and other items to the square near the main entrance, assigned the area, and worked in full swing.

Because of the "practiced" iron cloth shirt, with the relationship between the superficial internal skills, Meng Qi cleaned up more easily, and several times couldn't help but want to take the opportunity to practice the "Eight Steps of Shenxing", but he also knew that the guests and monks of each faction were like clouds, and if they were shown to be practicing light skills that were not Shaolin Road, in the current situation, they would have to be tortured.

In the jingling wind chimes, Zhen Yan suddenly pointed to the distance and said: "Senior Brother Zhending, that is Jiang Zhiwei, the first benefactor in this martial arts, and the heir of the Sword Washing Pavilion." ”

He got closer to Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and naturally got together after cleaning.

At this time, the masters and disciples of various factions were walking towards the main gate accompanied by several elders and elders wearing red robes, and the mantra referred to Jiang Zhiwei who was walking behind a man in green clothes.

Cut, do you need to be introduced? We know each other very well, okay! Meng Qi said in modern language in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be interested, "Hey, it's that girl! When I was cleaning the Zen Heart Temple, I was helped by her once. ”

"Senior brother, this is not quite right. Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi blankly.

And Zhen Yan asked curiously: "Senior Brother Zhending, is Jiang Zhiwei the kind of woman who is very arrogant and indifferent? It is said that most women with good swordsmanship and high martial arts are like this. ”

Meng Qi originally wanted to show off, but in the end he forcibly held back: "I don't know, judging from the things that help me, it should be a very good girl." By the way, junior brother, what's wrong?"

Zhenhui frowned and looked at Meng Qi: "Senior brother, aren't they usually heroes who save beauties?"

Get out! Meng Qi just wanted to say this to the stupid junior brother.

Zhenyan couldn't help laughing, he also knew that Zhenhui was too obsessed with all kinds of stories made up by Meng Qi.

The surrounding miscellaneous monks whispered.

"That's Zhang Yuanshan of the True Martial Sect? I heard from other senior brothers that he is a well-known young master of this generation, and he is expected to enter the list of people in the future. ”

"It's him, but I heard that yesterday's half-move difference was defeated by Jiang Zhiwei of the Sword Washing Pavilion. ”

"What a delicate little girl?"

"Don't look down on the little girl, my mother sues me, the more beautiful the girl, the more powerful!"

The reason why the miscellaneous monks went to the miscellaneous courtyard was more or less problematic, and it was inevitable that some people would talk vulgarly.

"Hey, what's wrong with the little girl, ten years later, she will most likely be able to step into the exterior and become a real master, with her appearance and identity, she will definitely be chased by a large number of heroes and praised as a fairy. The truth suddenly sighed, "Zhang Yuanshan is the same, the disciple of the Zhenwu Sect, and he is valued by the elders, and his future prospects are unlimited, which is like us, just sweeping the floor and miscellaneous monks, and he is not even qualified to stand with them!"

"Yes, not to mention standing together, I am also satisfied to be looked at by them, and I will always be able to brag to my neighbors in the future, I once had a friendship with a certain hero and a fairy on the rivers and lakes. Other miscellaneous monks also made similar exclaims.

For a while, the miscellaneous monks were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, who were walking, turned their heads sideways almost at the same time, looked over here, and nodded to Meng Qi inadvertently.

"Haha, they're looking at me?"

"Are you satisfied?"

"Who? Who are they looking at?"

The miscellaneous monks were suddenly excited and discussed.

Meng Qi exhaled, soothed the suddenly slightly subtle feelings in his heart, and watched Jiang Zhiwei and the others leave.

"In the rivers and lakes in the future, they are afraid that they will be the most powerful figures!" ......

In a similar exclamation, Meng Qi, Zhenhui, and Zhenyan packed up their tools and returned to the miscellaneous courtyard.

Walking and walking, Manyan said a little sadly: "They are walking the ladder to the sky, but we can't even take the small step of getting out of the miscellaneous courtyard, hey, Senior Brother Zhending, Senior Brother Zhenhui, aren't you sad and desperate?"

Meng Qi said secretly, I have to find a chance to leave Shaolin, there is a reincarnation world, I may have a sudden surge in martial arts, stay here and be suspicious, but this is not in a hurry, I am currently in urgent need of master training, leaving Shaolin, with my current strength, it is difficult to find a suitable opponent who does not hurt my life - my iron cloth shirt is just a small accumulation, and it is an ordinary martial arts, but I am not afraid of being seen, and there are more excuses to explain.

Moreover, if you can learn a seventy-two stunt in the process, you will have a much greater chance of surviving in the reincarnation world in the future, and you will definitely have to go down the mountain in the future anyway.

At this time, Zhenhui replied stupidly: "Why should you be sad? Why are you sad when you sweep the floor, when you eat, when you listen to stories, when you sleep?"

"Huh?" Mantra was stunned and didn't answer, but a soft sound sounded next to him.

Meng Qi didn't need to turn his head, because of the sense that he had made great progress in opening up the dantian and accumulating internal strength, he had already seen that the formidable Xuanku Master was approaching another yellow-clothed monk.

"Uncle Xuanku, Uncle Xuanfu. The mantra followed the prestige, and quickly folded his hands.

When Meng Qi and Zhenhui also saluted, Xuan Ku nodded: "Zhenhui, go to the Warrior Monk Academy tomorrow." ”

In addition to Zhenhui herself, who still can't figure out the situation, Meng Qi and Zhenyan are both shocked.

The skin, which was faintly golden, and looked capable and sharp, glanced at Meng Qi: "Are you really determined?"

"It's a disciple. Meng Qi was puzzled.

Xuan Idiot slightly bowed: "You will also go to the Warrior Monastery tomorrow." ”

Meng Qi was also stunned.