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With the long rhythm of breathing, Meng Qi's internal force from the dantian, turned to three levels, passed through the life gate, entered the mud pill, and finally converged in the body, the snow and snow fell, and the hundred rivers returned to the sea.

After a few weeks, Meng Qi slowly mastered the secret of the "Shaolin Heart Method", so he sank in anger and opened his eyes.

At this time, the idiot who had just taught the mental method had disappeared, and the sound of fists hitting flesh came from outside the quiet room.

Meng Qi's heart moved, he stood up, and waited to walk out of the quiet room and enter the hall of martial arts.

It's not that he doesn't pay attention to the cultivation of internal strength, but in addition to being assigned patrol or duty tasks, his current self can only touch the sword and practice the knife technique in the Yanwu Palace.

"Little junior brother, go out together?" Meng Qi saw that Zhenhui also opened his eyes, so he asked casually.

Zhenhui's face was ruddy, his eyes were confused, as if he had just woken up, and when he was asked by Meng Qi, he said embarrassedly: "Senior brother, that hot mouse is very fun, I want to practice the mental method for a while." ”

"Well, it's time for you to lay the foundation and strive to open up the dantian as soon as possible. Meng Qi smiled, pushed open the door of the quiet room, and returned to the hall.

There is a weapon rack placed in the left corner of the hall of Yanwu, mainly with long sticks and ring knives, mixed with a small number of long swords and other things, and there are two deacons and monks in yellow clothes standing on each side of each side, in case the monks are accidentally injured when they practice.

Meng Qi looked around, and saw that Zhen Yongzheng was practicing Arhat boxing with people to the end, so he didn't go up to say hello, walked straight to the weapon rack, picked out an unedged ring knife, weighed it, put on a posture, and practiced slowly and clumsily from beginning to end according to the "Five Tigers Broken Door Knife Method" given by Qi Xia.

A deacon monk next to him saw Meng Qi practicing the knife, subconsciously squinted his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, and after looking at it for a while, after Meng Qi practiced the most basic and ordinary knife technique, he shook his head, turned his head, and continued to pay attention to the sparring of other monks.

Meng Qi made one move at a time, gradually forgetting the one qiē around him, immersed himself in his own world of knife skills, wielding his sword like the wind, chic and free, and constantly comparing the cheats to correct his mistakes.

I don't know how long it took, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Meng Qi's forehead, and he put away the knife and returned to his body, savoring the harvest just now.

"Huh, if you practice the knife every day and have this kind of effect, you will almost be able to master this knife technique in about a month. Meng Qi exhaled, secretly happy, and then took a stance again, waving the ring knife.

This time, Meng Qi's "Five Tigers Broken Door Knife" looked quite messy, because his focus was already on his own steps, and the knife technique was just to cover up his practice of the "Eight Steps of Divine Practice", so as not to be revealed by the deacon monks.

Half an hour later, Meng Qi, who had a good heart, roughly remembered the footwork of "Eight Steps of Divine Travel", plus the internal force, it was not difficult to improve his luck, but, not to mention mastery, from the beginning, Meng Qi felt that he was still very far away, as if he was separated by something, hazy, and could not be pierced, at present, he was only able to remember the complex steps, and it was useless at all.

"It seems that you have to combine it with actual combat to find the trick of this pace. After practicing all night, Meng Qi was also sleepy, and after reinserting the ring knife on the weapon rack, he walked towards Zhenyong.

"Huh, Senior Brother Zhending, have you mastered the 'Shaolin Heart Method'?" Zhenyong half-arched his body, pressed his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.

Meng Qi smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhenyong, have you forgotten that I have already opened up the dantian?"

"yes, look at my brain!" Shinaga patted his bald head and slowly straightened up, "Go back to the meditation room now?"

The meditation room of the Warrior Monastery is one room for two people, and Meng Qi and Zhenhui live next door to Zhenyong.

Meng Qi nodded, and just as he wanted to say to shout True Wisdom, he suddenly saw a burly and sturdy monk in front of him slamming into another monk viciously.

With a snap, the thinner warrior monk was knocked back a few steps, and looked at the other side in shock and anger, but before he could speak, the tall monk who hit the person spoke viciously: "You actually hit me? Do you want to practice with me, okay, let's practice!"

The thinner warrior monk's face was pale, and there was obvious fear in his expression, but he didn't refuse, put on a posture, and fought with the tall and vicious monk.

As a result, there was no accident, the warrior monk was broken by the burly monk between two or three punches, and he was beaten fat, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his steps staggered towards the gate of the martial arts hall.

And the bully-like monk waved his fist triumphantly, showing off to his companions around him.

Meng Qi was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he said to Zhenyong next to him: "Is this okay?"

There were eight deacons and monks nearby, and he actually dared to commit malicious provocations, beating his fellow disciples, and other crimes! And the warrior monk who was beaten did not even ask for help! Where are the Shaolin precepts?

Although there are rivers and lakes where there are people, there are bullies and being bullied, but Meng Qi thought about how Shaolin could also have a high monk who had achieved positive results, which was a pure place for Buddhism, even if there were dirty things, he would not be so outward.

Zhenyong whispered: "His law name is Zhenliang, he entered the temple three years ago, and he has just accumulated his energy, and he likes to bully the weak in the Yanwu Hall the most." ”

"Regulations?" Meng Qi asked suspiciously.

Zhenyong smiled and said: "This is our own rules of the Martial Monk's Academy, anyone who is in the Great Hall of Martial Arts must not refuse the training request of any of the warrior monks present, after all, if you walk the rivers and lakes and someone wants to kill you, you can't say 'I don't want to fight you', right? However, a distinction has also been made in the courtyard, and all warrior monks who are close to the completion of the qi are not allowed to enter here, and there is also a martial arts hall dedicated to them. ”

"The real amount is to grasp this point, and select the warrior monks who have conflicts with him on weekdays to practice, as for hitting people, this is a reasonable provocation in the martial arts hall, so as to help the warrior monks get used to similar situations and effectively restrain the fluctuations of feelings. ”

Meng Qi nodded, and understood the reason: "But whether the practice is malicious or goodwill, the deacons and senior brothers should be able to see it?"

"I heard that Zhenliang has an elder brother in the Discipline Academy......" Zhenyong said in a low voice, "So as long as you don't violate the precepts, the deacons, uncles, and brothers will turn a blind eye, hehe, Zhenliang can be regarded as a tyrant in the martial arts hall." ”

Meng Qi thought of the struggling monks in the Miscellaneous Courtyard and sighed: "This kind of person can be admitted to the Martial Monk Academy, I thought that Uncle Xuanku was a real square person!"

"It is said that Uncle Xuanku was only in charge of the first few batches that time, and the back was selected by other deacons and uncles, hey, anyway, when the uncles and uncles come to pick the disciples in the future, they will consider the weekday table. "Zhenyong has no prejudice against Xuan Ku.

Meng Qi reviewed his arbitrariness and squinted his eyes at the real amount of people who were talking and laughing loudly.

"Hehe, what I need most is actual combat training, and I'm worried that there is no suitable candidate!" Suddenly, he stepped over.

The pressure of death in the reincarnation world made him unable to scruple too much, and if he was expelled from Shaolin because of this, he would have fulfilled his wish.

Seeing Meng Qi walking towards Zhenliang, Zhenyong didn't understand what was going on for a while, just looked at his back slightly blankly.

"Hmph, you won't help me clean the yard. Maliang looked at the entrance of the main hall.

A monk next to him chuckled and said, "He doesn't know how powerful Senior Brother Zhenliang is, who can beat you in the entire Yanwu Hall?"

"Haha, you think I'm good at fighting when you see me kind on weekdays?"

At this time, Meng Qi walked up to him, threw him shoulder, and knocked him away with a snap.

Zhenliang took a few steps back, and looked at Meng Qi in disbelief, every day he bumps into others to provoke, and today he really dares to bump into himself?

Meng Qi exchanged his left and right hands with a smile, clenched his fists, looked at Zhen Liang and said, "You actually hit me? Do you want to practice against me, that's good, let's practice!"

Yes?

The reversed situation made Zhen Liang stunned, and several companions next to him looked at Meng Qi in disbelief, where did this little monk come from, he looked handsome and pretty, why did he have no brains?

That's too bold, isn't it?

Zhenyong's face changed, and he was about to step forward to stop it, but he suddenly remembered that even the monk Zhenmiao had lost to Zhending in the afternoon, so he slowed down and looked at the two with a smile.

"Damn! bastard!" "Zhenliang came back to his senses, angry, only he bullied others, how could it be the turn of others to provoke him!

He also learned from Meng Qi and squeezed his fists with his left and right hands, and there was a gurgling bone joint, and he said hideously: "Okay, let's practice! Don't let you cry and beg for mercy, I will be your junior brother!"

The eyes of the surrounding deacons and monks remained unchanged, as if there was no conflict at all.

As soon as the words fell, Zhenliang rushed towards Meng Qi and made a strong gesture.

After half a pillar of incense, Meng Qi gave a few punches to the real amount lying on the ground, and in the frightened and dazed expressions of the surrounding warrior monks, as if in a dream, he stood up and patted the monk's robe leisurely: "Accept it, hey, junior brother, you still need to practice your martial arts." ”

In the fight just now, Meng Qi was first familiar with the "Eight Steps of Shenxing" and "Luohan Fist", and he was very struggling for a while, which made the real amount very excited, and it seemed that he had seen Meng Qi being beaten by himself and wailed, but as Meng Qi gradually became proficient, he was eager to stop and think about the harvest, and he started a fierce offensive, and with the help of the iron cloth shirt and the momentum of the life-and-death struggle, he quickly knocked the real amount to the ground and beat him hard.

"Division...... Brother ......" Zhen Liang gritted his teeth and roared, not believing that he would lose at all, obviously he still had the upper hand a few breaths ago, how could this little monk become a flood beast in an instant, and his fist hit him like tickling him!

Meng Qi's gaze moved downwards and looked at Zhenliang: "Hey, junior brother doesn't seem to be convinced?"

Faced with this guy who was more like a bully than himself, Masamu had no choice but to grit his teeth, stop talking, and slowly get up.

Meng Qi was proficient in Luohan boxing, and he also vaguely grasped a little of the essence of "Eight Steps of Divine Travel", and it was when he was physically and mentally comfortable, he looked around, looking eager to try and find someone to practice again.

Hula, the surrounding warrior monks scattered as birds and beasts.

"It's really shameless...... Meng Qi shook his head and looked at the true amount of his blue nose and swollen face again.

Zhenliang shivered inexplicably, didn't think about it, and ran away.

"Senior Brother Zhending, your kung fu practice is really extraordinary. Zhenyong came up and complimented, and at this time, Jinhui also came out of the quiet room.

So, Meng Qi restrained his fighting spirit and went back to the meditation room with them to practice the "Shaolin Heart Method".

On the second day, he was still carrying water, literacy, and practicing, and near the end, Zhenmiao stood in front of Meng Qi with his hands behind his back: "Senior Brother Zhending, are you ready?"

"Alright. Meng Qi replied in a deep voice, stood up in the team, and fought against the strong, which not only made him feel pressure, but also made him feel excited.