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The Zen Heart Temple, where Shaolin receives guests, consists of multiple courtyards, at which time a large bare forest stands and a thin layer of snow covers it.

Meng Qi waved a broom to clean up the remaining snow in the courtyard, and suddenly, the door of a side room opened, and a little Taoist priest with a double head stood by the door and shouted: "Wu Na little monk, the house is a little dirty, you come to clean it." ”

"Yes, donor. Meng Qi bowed with one hand, and walked to the side room with a broom, and the little Taoist priest who still had a little childish spirit had already returned to the house.

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, which was much more eye-catching than the monotonous clothes of Shaolin.

Hey, it seems that there are still girls? Meng Qi didn't dare to look carefully, so as not to lose the courtesy, but just now in a hurry, he seemed to see a girl in a goose yellow dress.

It seems that the Shaolin of this world does not prohibit female guests from entering...... Meng Qi cautiously walked past a few guests, intending to sweep the broken teacups on the ground.

Suddenly, a foot stretched out of nowhere, just in front of Meng Qi's feet.

Meng Qi didn't have time to retract his legs, and tripped on it, only to feel that his body's center of gravity was lost, and he stumbled forward.

In surprise, Meng Qi vaguely 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, at this time, he didn't look at Meng Qi, his eyes stared at Meng Qi's front.

Meng Qi waved his arms, trying to maintain his balance and prevent him from falling, but the little Taoist priest had a very good timing of his feet, so that he could never recover his center of gravity, and could only sadly see the ground getting closer and closer, and fantasize in his mind about the miserable appearance of falling and gnawing.

At this time, a touch of goose yellow color came into Meng Qi's eyes, and then, a long sword wrapped in a heavy copper-green scabbard appeared inexplicably like a flying giant out of the sky, and gently pressed against Meng Qi's chest.

The force of this long sword was so light that Meng Qi could hardly feel the pain, but its angle and strength were just right, and it made Meng Qi stop the decline and regain his balance.

Meng Qi raised her head a little dazedly, and happened to see a bright and unbelievable face, her eyebrows and big eyes, black and simple up, soft and draped, wearing a goose yellow dress, the age was about sixteen or seventeen years old, but she couldn't see a little immature.

Her pink lips opened slightly, and her voice was as crisp as a yellow bird: "Xuantian Sect calls itself the Heavenly Emperor Dao Tong, is it such a Dao Tong who bullies children?"

Hmph, the little Taoist priest of the Xuantian Sect didn't answer, just snorted lightly.

The girl turned her head to look at Meng Qi, 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?"

She didn't say it directly, but Meng Qi felt a sense of pride and confidence in her own strength.

"Thank you, girl, for saving me. 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 the Shaolin disciple to be so weak that he would trip casually." ”

His eyebrows were raised, matching the childishness on his face, a little reckless.

"He's just a miscellaneous monk, why don't you let me weigh the martial arts of your family's miscellaneous servants and see if they are as strong as you?" Jiang Zhi said with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"You!" the little Taoist priest stood up.

"What are you doing?" suddenly a deep voice sounded at the door.

Meng Qi looked back and saw a young man in a gossip robe walking in with his hands in his hands, his eyebrows were long, his nose was straight, and his eyes were 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 feelings just now, and secretly commented to himself.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Qingjing tripped over this little monk to test my swordsmanship. Jiang Zhiwei simply stated the matter, without adding oil and vinegar.

Senior Brother Zhang looked at Qingjing, and said without anger: "Since you are out of the mountain gate, your every move represents Xuantian Sect, don't lose your dignity." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang. The little Taoist priest replied with some grievances, but it seemed that this senior brother surnamed Zhang had a high prestige among the young disciples of various sects, and everyone else in the room was silent, and no one spoke for Qingjing.

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

Meng Qi took a breath lightly, didn't say any extra words, just said, "The little monk is really determined." ”

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

It's just my own lowly martial arts...... Meng Qi didn't say this, nodded, signaled that he wouldn't take such a trivial matter to heart, then folded his hands, whispered the Buddha name, buried himself in cleaning the ground, and exited the room.

"This little monk is still a little backbone......" Far away, Meng Qi vaguely heard Jiang Zhiwei comment.

Back at the miscellaneous courtyard, there was still a period of time before lunch, but Meng Qi was uneasy and desperately wanted to practice, but the "100-day foundation building" had been completed, and there was no exercise for "meditation and qi storage", so he had to hide in the meditation room and practice Arhat boxing over and over again, so as to temper his body.

At lunchtime, Zhenhui and the others did not come back, and it is said that they were arranged to clean the Dharma Academy, which was the place where the disciples of various factions met each other this time.

It wasn't until the evening that Meng Qi saw Zhenyan, Zhenhui and others come back, his face was excited and excited, and he communicated with each other endlessly.

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

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

Zhenyan frowned slightly, and then sighed: "Their age is similar to mine, but their martial arts are ten times that of me, hey......"

People are more angry than people...... This sentence popped into Meng Qi's mind, and then asked curiously, "Who is the final 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 "Rulai Divine Palm", called "Seven Swords of Intercepting the Sky", which has been lost for a long time, the foundation of the Zhenwu faction and the Washing Sword Pavilion faction is one of the formulas, between each other, hey, and the relationship between King Kong Temple and my Shaolin is similar, and the Washing Sword Pavilion only respects the Taoist ancestors, not the Taoists, who will be defeated in the end?"

"Zhang Yuanshan of the True Martial Arts Sect lost to Miss Jiang Zhiwei by half a move. Mantra hurriedly replied that he was speaking according to the evaluation of the Dharma Monastery Monk.

Xuan Xin was stunned for a moment: "The little girl who washes the Sword Pavilion wins, won't it be another Su Wuming, hehe, be careful and easy to break." ”

The monks discussed this competition until late, and after returning to the meditation room, Meng Qi couldn't calm down for a long time, thinking of Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei, who were like dragons and phoenixes among people, and then thinking about himself, he was really irritable.

Outside the window, the bright moon shines through the thin clouds, reflecting a shallow scenery in front of the bed.

"When will I be able to get out of the miscellaneous army courtyard and really start martial arts practice...... Meng Qi thought about it, he couldn't hold back, and decided to ask the two miscellaneous monks who had accumulated years of experience in Zhenguan and Zhenying, and Uncle Xuanzang must have arranged himself here, he must have his purpose.

"Senior Brother Zhenguan, Senior Brother Zhenying, do you know how to get out of the Miscellaneous Servants' Academy, or do you have any specific requirements?" As long as the requirements were clear, rather than single-minded, Meng Qi thought that he had hope to achieve it.

Hearing this, the sleep-loving Zhen Ying sat up and laughed loudly: "I thought hard about it, and I entered Shaolin, but after three years and three years, I was always trapped here, and there are two more years, I have to be sent out of the temple, nothing can be done, haha, nothing can be accomplished, how can I face the parents at home!"

He laughed worse than he cried, and he felt like a cuckoo crying blood.

"Out of the miscellaneous service house?hmph, in the past seven years, I haven't seen anyone succeed! Hey, that bald donkey is just talking big and tricking us into doing coolies!" Zhenguan gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to eat someone's flesh and blood raw.

Hearing their answers, Meng Qi's just rising hope was extinguished by a basin of cold water, and his heart was at a loss.

Zhenying and Zhenguan made a fuss for a while, then fell silent again, and fell into a state of "self-autism" again, while Zhenhui's breathing became longer and longer, and he was obviously asleep.

Meng Qi looked out the window, unable to sleep, feeling like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to break free, anxious, anxious, frustrated, and so on.

I don't know how long it took for Meng Qi to fall into a dream.

The moonlight was like water, shining on Meng Qi's body, as if he was covered with a light veil, and suddenly, his chest lit up with a touch of blue and blue, which was very bewitching.