Like a half-cut iron tower, Zhenhe was also full of shock, Zhending junior brother, no, how did Su Meng, the "crazy knife", go back to Shaolin?

Few Shaolin disciples who were expelled from the mountain gate returned to Liantai Mountain, unless they finally came to their senses, let go of the red dust, and really became a monk, but Su Meng didn't look like it!

As for coming back for revenge or something, he never thought about it, Hugh said that the eleventh person list, even if it was the eleventh on the land list, he couldn't go to Shaolin to spread wild.

Meng Qi looked at their expressions and couldn't help laughing: "Why are the two senior brothers like this? ”

Zhende took a breath and forcibly suppressed the feelings in his heart: "Master Su, I don't know what happened?"

"Su Mou has something to visit the family teacher Xuanbei Monk, and he also asked Senior Brother Zhende to pass it on. Meng Qi put his hands behind his back and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Zhende's face changed slightly: "Master Sushi, you have been expelled from the mountain gate, and you can no longer call Uncle Xuanbei by Master." ”

Meng Qi laughed: "Senior Brother Zhende, I can't imagine that you are so obsessed, the title is just empty, karma is false, I call the master is him, and the Xuanbei Monk is also him, what's the difference? Why care?"

His tone was leisurely, as if he was climbing a mountain to pay homage to the Buddha and discuss Buddhist scriptures.

Zhende was hesitant, immediately turned his head, went to the mountain, and dropped a sentence: "Uncle Xuanbei is in retreat, I will help you inform the Zhike Academy." ”

Master was in retreat, so it's no wonder that there was so much movement along the way, and he never came to see him...... Meng Qi bowed slightly, walked into the pavilion and waited.

In the mid-level pavilion, there are stone tables and stone chairs and stone tablets, the first two for visitors to rest, and the latter stands on the edge, engraved with the "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra" in small characters.

"If I smell ......" Meng Qi stood in front of the stele with his hand, reading the charm of writing, this row of small characters seems to be dense, but if you read carefully, there is no sense of dazzle, every word is swaying, self-contained. There is no repetition, as if each holds a phase, in order to prove that all phases are not phased, the Zen sense is eternal, and it is worthy of the Buddhist holy place where there are often Arhats and Great Arhat Town Temples.

At this time, Zhenhe put away his surprise and shock, and quietly looked at Meng Qi, only to see that he did not have the slightest impatience to wait, his green robe was sprinkled, and his placket moved slightly. Carrying your hands on your back, reading the Buddhist scriptures, the indescribable calm and relaxed, the endless abyss and mountains.

Zhenhe suddenly recalled the past, in the past, he was sparring with Zhending's junior brother, and was taken away by his momentum, and his legs were so frightened that he had no strength and could not exert himself, so he simply defeated the battle.

Then. I thought that my junior brother was really talented in martial arts, and I was afraid that he would be able to make some achievements in the future, but who knew that this "future" would come so quickly, it was only a few years. He surpassed the real book and the real wonderful brother, and broke into a famous name in the rivers and lakes, eleventh on the list, almost the same as the little uncle Xuan Zhen!

Now look at its bearing. I really have the attitude of a master.

Meng Qi tasted the Zen contained in the stone tablet Buddhist scriptures, and his mind was peaceful, thinking of the sixth generation of Shaolin patriarchs who carved this stone tablet in the past. The Yuankong monk who has attained the golden body of an Arhat.

The mountain wind blew, blowing his green robe and hunting, but he couldn't afford to be irritable and eager.

Zhenhe was not familiar with Meng Qi and couldn't find anything to say, so he had to stay by his side and wait for Zhende to come back.

It wasn't long before Zhende returned with a Zhike in a yellow monk's robe.

"Amitabha, what is the matter with Master Su Shi's visit to Xuanbei's junior brother?" Zhike raised his hand and pronounced the Buddha's name, he was a monk of the Xuanzi generation.

When they approached, Meng Qi had already turned around from the stone tablet and said with a smile: "This uncle, if the old man is visiting, there must be something important?"

Zhike often deals with outsiders, and doesn't care about his title, he laughs and says: "It's normal no, but Senior Brother Xuanbei is in retreat, if Master Su Shi is in important business, the poor monk has to consider alarming him in advance, if it's just to catch up, then bother Master Su Shi to come next time." ”

"I don't know if Senior Brother Zhenhui can be in retreat?" Meng Qi asked about Zhenhui instead, calculating the time, he should have come out in front of the wall.

The monk knew about Meng Qi's entanglement with the temple, and knew that he would ask Zhenhui, so he said without thinking: "Master Zhenhui's nephew has not been out of the wall for a long time, and there is no need to retreat for a long time. ”

"Then I'll visit him. Meng Qi said with a smile on his face, looking like he didn't mind.

The monk nodded and said, "Lord Su Shi, please." ”

He led Meng Qi up the mountain trail, and as far as his eyes could see, there were memories of the past, where he carried water, where he almost slipped and fell...... A faint vicissitudes suddenly flooded in Meng Qi's heart.

Walking forward for a while, there was an extra monk on the mountain road, wearing a yellow monk's robe, Si Siwenwen, like a scholar better than a monk, it was Meng Qi's monk in the martial monastery back then, one of the two major disciples of Shaolin Zhenzi.

It is said that it is two big, but in fact, there are more than that, and there are new beginners emerging one after another, some are talented in martial arts, and some are in Suhui, but because the time is still short, no one has caught up with him and the real two.

"Amitabha, don't come here to be harmed?"

Behind him, at the bend of the mountain road, many gray-robed disciples probed their brains, as if they wanted to see the legendary Mang King Kong, the de facto first person in the True Character Generation.

There is a monk among them who is particularly eye-catching, because he is wearing a yellow robe, his eyes are slightly narrow, and his temperament is gloomy, and he is also an acquaintance of Meng Qi, the precept monk of the Discipline Academy.

Could it be that he wanted to instigate me to compete with Zhen Miao? Zhen Miao was a competitive person, and he couldn't help but try it with me before he got his senses...... Meng Qi thought guessfully, and at the same time smiled back: "Senior brother is not only unharmed, but also better than in the past, there is Lao Zhenmiao's senior brother worried." ”

Zhen Miao took a light breath: "This is very good, the affairs of the martial monks in the past, the poor monks are still vivid, who knows that Su Shizhu has become famous all over the world, I don't know if I can guide one or two today?"

He has not yet traveled down the mountain, all the things in the rivers and lakes have been heard, and the door is basically to learn from the masters of the Xuanzi generation, and he can't wait to try the weight of the masters on the list and find his own gap.

In his opinion, he is also close to the seven tricks, and has mastered the two types of exterior scenes of Mo Ke Finger, and there should be no essential gap with Su Meng and Qingyu of the seven tricks.

Xuankong looked at the two of them intently, the eyes of the yin owl showed expectation, he didn't expect that Zhenmiao, who had no real experience in life and death, could win Su Meng, he just wanted to kill his majesty, lest he be arrogant and unhappy.

Their feelings, Meng Qi can probably grasp it, and he doesn't care. chuckled: "In the past, Mo Kezhi, who failed to meet his senior brother in the Warrior Monk's Academy, has always been quite regretful, and today he has made up for it." ”

He was a guest from afar, and if he didn't want to, no one could force him to compete.

Zhen Miao said seriously: "The real book has been practiced into seven unique learnings, and the poor monk has to cross the river with a reed, Su Shi, please." ”

As the host, it is natural to let the guests make the first move.

Meng Qi smiled and shook his head: "It's still senior brother, please." ”

The top ten masters on the list of people are about to be, how can they make the first move when they are sparring?

It's wonderful, competitive. After a little groaning, he pushed the boat down the water, raised his right hand, his body was like a flutter, falling with the wind, and his two fingers were together, pointing at Meng Qi.

This finger suddenly filled Meng Qi's entire line of sight, at most, at most. Victory, swishing refers to the wind coming from every angle, impermanence and indefiniteness, and the moves are like antelope hanging horns. No trace.

The finger wind continues to accumulate, almost earth-shattering!

At the beginning, I used location moves...... Meng Qi smiled at the corner of his mouth, and leisurely took out the knife, and the knife was round. Accommodating the Void, most of the finger winds were thrown directly into it.

With a swing of the knife, Meng Qi followed the knife forward. It seems to have a feeling of shrinking the ground into inches, and it has crossed the encirclement of the finger wind, and it is really wonderful, and the round is scattered, and the long knife is cut out in the air.

Seeing Meng Qi flashing his location trick, Zhenmiao's face changed slightly, and he pointed at the blade with two fingers, trying to resist.

But the light of the knife was like a red dust lamp, igniting all kinds of desires in his heart, and the competitive feeling was burning, and the shot was slow.

After the "Heavenly Wound" broke through the defense, he directly withdrew it, and Meng Qi said leisurely:

"Good fingering, but unfortunately the timing is not right. ”

The way of fighting is never just to use killing moves, It must be good to use the means of pressing the bottom of the box, if the timing is not appropriate, it is easy to be dodged, and the effort is in vain, so when Meng Qi and Qingyu fight, they are all sword skills, and after seizing the flaws and opportunities, they will break out and seize the opportunity to win, so in front of the mountain temple, after the death of the Soul Flute, the blaze demon did not choose the method of pressing the bottom of the box when facing Meng Qi, because at that time, Meng Qi's body method changed, like a magic illusion, and the distance was far away, and he was dodged if he was not careful, and when he was suppressed by Meng Qi, he couldn't find a chance to use the location moves.

When Meng Qi faced An Guoyi for the first time, he didn't use "Break Purification" in a hurry, but wisely used the Illusion Dafa to deceive first, and only made a move after finding a good opportunity.

There is still too little real combat experience, and the trick of raising your hand is only useful when you are stubborn or angry......

Zhen Miao was stunned at first, as if he was in a nightmare, he couldn't believe that he had lost so quickly, and when he heard what Meng Qi said, he was slightly relieved, and his expression was thoughtful: "Thank you Lord Su Shi for teaching." ”

He was trying to win for a while just now, and he forgot the teachings of his teacher on weekdays, and he finally felt shallow on paper.

The expressions of the monks of the real character generation are different, and they are all full of disbelief, and between the two moves, the real brother is defeated...... Is it true or enlightened?

At this time, Xuankong snorted coldly: "Ananda broke the sword method, and it is not a Shaolin magic skill, what kind of ability is it......?"

Meng Qi laughed, strode forward, raised the long knife, followed the knife momentum, and arrived in front of Xuankong in a breath.

This knife falls very slowly, but it can contain countless changes, each change is as fast as an afterimage, as if every dodge position in the Xuankong, every possibility of response, all sealed!

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xuankong's forehead, like he was trapped in a frightened dream that he couldn't get rid of, unable to find a way to escape and parry, and when the knife came to him, he barely raised his palms, his hands were pale gold, and he slapped the long knife hard and mightily.

The change was derived, and the long knife passed directly through his palms and fell to his forehead, and Xuankong's legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Meng Qi put the knife back into its sheath and laughed:

"Uncle Xuankong, this knife is not a Shaolin magic skill. ”

His green robe moved slightly, he wore a long knife at his waist, and without looking back, he crossed the void and stepped on the steps in laughter.

In the past, he could easily suppress his own Xuankong regardless of his strength and position, but now he can't even take a knife from himself......

Looking at his chic and uninhibited back, the monks of the real character generation actually rose up with yearning and reverence.

As soon as he arrived outside the temple gate, Meng Qi saw a gray-robed figure rushing out, and he said without a little rustiness in his mouth:

"Senior brother, are you back, tell me about the battle with the Shouzheng Sword, the Shock Hundred Miles, and the Five Directions Emperor Sword!"

I went, I haven't seen each other for more than two years, shouldn't normal people be slightly estranged and slowly re-acquainted with each other? The little junior brother is really not a normal person! Meng Qi looked at Zhenhui speechlessly. (To be continued......)