Meng Qi was attacked from both sides, but Meng Qi did not panic. He used his long sword to drive away the salesman's long sword. Then, he lowered his body and allowed the old man's dagger to stab his back. He also let the old man Hu Qin's thin sword hit him. It failed to hit the vital part of the vest and was stabbed a little above.
The woman in the couple lost her throat because of this and hit Meng Qi on the chin. There was no problem with the knife, and it cut directly into Meng Qi's legs.
Although the salesman on the front didn't succeed, a smug sneer appeared on his face involuntarily. He had deliberately exposed flaws in his costume before and planned this siege.
Puff puff puff, a series of defeating sounds sounded, and the salesman's smile froze on his face.
He saw that the weapons of his companions were all like piercing iron blocks, and could only penetrate a little, with a little blood coming out. However, the young monk withdrew his long knife and swept the world with one move.
A head flew up, and blood rushed like a waterfall. The salesman's eyes were filled with blood, and he saw the headless body of the woman in the couple swaying and falling softly to the ground.
He regretted that he had such a skill in horizontal kung fu. He never thought that such a young monk could practice such profound horizontal kung fu.
Meng Qi didn't pay attention to the old man Hu Qin and the old man from the tea shop behind him. He suddenly took a step forward diagonally, just blocking the place where the man with the knife retreated. He swung the long knife down, and blood spurted out again, stained with blood. filled his white leggings.
Then, his steps slipped and he bumped back strangely, passing by the old man from the tea shop.
His head flew around, blood spurted out, but Meng Qi only had a shallow scar on his chest.
Seeing this scene, the salesman was so frightened that he lost his usual calmness, turned around in a hurry, and ran away like a ghost.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he saw a handsome young monk standing in front of him.
Go to hell. He stabbed Meng Qi between the eyebrows in panic, not daring to tangle with him.
Meng Qi, who had an injury on his chin, gritted his teeth and smiled, looking particularly ferocious. He raised his left hand and directly grasped the salesman's sword. Regardless of the blood flowing from the sword's blade, he pulled back hard and swung the sword.
The mercenary's screams stopped abruptly, and blood spurted from his throat all over Meng Qi's head and face.
The old man Hu Qin on the other side trembled all over, screamed strangely, and ran away, leaving Meng Qi unable to catch up.
Is this a small injury in exchange for a major injury? After the battle, Meng Qi exhaled a breath, wiped the blood on his face, and walked towards the remaining living people in the tea shop.
The rich young master and his maids and guards stared at this scene with their mouths open. They did not realize what was happening until streams of blood spurted out and heads fell to the ground one by one. The monk who seemed to have walked out of the Abi Blood Prison arrived in front of them. , they came to their senses, trembling with fear, and knelt down to beg for mercy.
Master, Master, I have always worshiped the Buddha devoutly, so please spare me this miserable life. The rich young master burst into tears.
The poor monk just wanted to ask for directions. He didn't know how to get to Shaohua Mountain. Meng Qi smiled slightly, but against the backdrop of his face covered in blood, the rich young master and others felt that this smile was extremely scary and ferocious.
One of the guards barely restrained his trembling and honestly told Meng Qi the news.
Meng Qi nodded slightly, his bad taste rising: The poor monk observed that all the donors are destined to be my Buddha.
No, Master, I don’t want to see the Buddha yet. I have an eighty-year-old grandmother and a three-year-old baby. I will give you whatever you want. The rich young man was so frightened that he started crying.
The poor monk just wanted to borrow the benefactor's horse. He didn't know if the benefactor would be willing to have such a good relationship. The more they were frightened, the more enthusiastic Meng Qi became in playing the role of the eminent monk.
The rich young master looked at the blood on Meng Qi's face, and how could he dare to say that he was unwilling: The master wants to have a good relationship, and I can't get it, so I can take the horse away.
The poor monk is not a robber. This jade pendant is given to you as a mortgage for borrowing the horse. Meng Qi saw that it was getting late and stopped scaring them.
The rich young master suddenly burst into tears again: Master, I am willing to give this as a gift to the Buddha, how can I take your pledge
He waved his hands desperately, unwilling to accept the jade pendant. He suspected that this was a test for the monk. If he really wanted the jade pendant, his head would be in danger.
Meng Qi was startled: Amitabha, the poor monk thanked the benefactor for his kindness.
The rich young master breathed a long sigh of relief: I should thank you for your kindness.
Meng Qi suddenly thought of a famous line, and looked at the rich young master's luggage with a half-smile: "The poor monk observes that the benefactor's property is also destined to my Buddha."
The rich young master looked sad and tried to look pious, and handed the silver bag to Meng Qi: He also asked the master to use this powder to mold a golden body and save the world.
Meng Qi curled his lips and said nothing. He called Qi Zhengyan and others to come over, and they separately inspected the body and looked for dry food and water.
After a while, Xiang Hui led the four horses and tied the dry food and water he found to both sides of the saddle. Then he looked at Meng Qi who had just bandaged the wound with a smile: "Monk, when should we set out? There are only three days left." , without further ado
Meng Qi nodded lightly: Let’s go now.
To be honest, Meng Qi always thought that after witnessing the battle just now, Xiang Hui's attitude towards him would change greatly. After all, in this battle, his strength was fully demonstrated, but he only had the energy to practice Kung Fu. The accomplished person is in the same realm as Xiang Hui. Who knew that he would still be so flattering and flattering.
Maybe he felt unsure of defeating himself
Upon hearing Meng Qi's answer, Xiang Hui immediately got on his horse, held the reins skillfully, and waited for departure.
Meng Qi looked at the horses in front of him and felt a little uneasy. After all, he had never ridden a horse before, but he was also skilled in martial arts and was agile. If he was just traveling without riding, he would not be afraid.
Master, suddenly, the girl Xiao Zi timidly spoke.
Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan turned to look, but neither spoke.
Xiao Zi was upset and wanted to cry: Master, I, I don’t know how to ride a horse.
This is a problem. Meng Qi frowned slightly and looked at Xiao Zi. She was just an ordinary girl. She might not be able to learn to ride a horse in her eagerness.
At this time, Meng Qi suddenly thought of Jiang Zhiwei's words when he suggested that he learn Qing Gong first, and he felt that it made sense. If you can't even keep up with others, how can others protect you in an emergency, even if they really have a kind of Bodhisattva heart
Seeing Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan frowning and saying nothing, Xiao Zi suddenly became nervous and said with a trembling voice: Master, I, I can learn to ride a horse, don't leave me behind.
She is not familiar with the place here, so she can only hold on to Meng Qi, who seems kind and kind, even if they have only known each other for a short time, otherwise if they are left here, they will be raped soon. And go, sell to other places, there is no resistance at all.
Meng Qi looked her up and down and noticed that there was a lot of blood on her clothes, and understood that it was from when she inspected the body just now as instructed.
Recalling that although Xiao Zi was afraid of corpses, she still gritted her teeth and worked hard to complete the task, Meng Qi sighed softly in his heart, God helps those who help themselves.
I'm afraid it's too late to learn how to ride a horse at the last minute. Miss Zi, if you don't mind, just ride with the young monk. Meng Qi deliberately pronounced a Buddhist name to show his status as a monk, lest Xiao Zi still hesitate between men and women.
Although this way, Meng Qi felt that he could leave her without any burden, but since he wanted to be a good person, he still tried his best to consider the details at the beginning.
Xiao Zi was stunned for a moment, then her eyes as black as paint were covered with a layer of mist, she clasped her hands together and said: "Master Bodhisattva has a heart, little girl, thank you in advance."
Xiang Hui, who was behind Meng Qi, curled his lips subconsciously. According to his opinion, such a helpless girl should not be taken with him at all, just find a place to have fun and leave her there.
Qi Zhengyan did not stop Meng Qi's decision, and kept his serious face. He just nodded slightly when looking at Meng Qi.
Miss Zizi, please sit in the back and remember to tighten my monk's robe. Meng Qi helped Xiao Zi get on the horse.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something in his heart. It seemed a bit too much to let an unfamiliar person sit behind him, so he changed his words and said: Miss Xiao Zi, you'd better sit in the front. Xiao Monk is worried that you will be thrown off.
Xiao Zi had no objection and moved to the front of the saddle. Meng Qi got on the horse, crossed his arms and held the reins.
Xiao Zi's face turned red, but she was not too shy. After all, Meng Qi was still a twelve or thirteen year old child.
Qi Zhengyan rode a horse and led a horse, nodding slightly: Brother Zhending, I am worried that you have too little experience in the world.
Meng Qi knew that he was referring to his decision to let Xiao Zi sit in front of him instead of behind him. He said: "It's really too little. I was deceived by the salesman before. But the biggest mistake was not this, but that I shouldn't have gone to the tea shop at all." When asking for directions, if we stop random pedestrians on the road and ask, we will basically not encounter pursuers.
After the battle, he carefully recalled the process, reviewed the gains and losses, and discovered many childish aspects of his actions.
Meng Qi clearly knew that his talent was definitely not as good as Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan and others. If he didn't make up for his improvement through three provinces a day, his future prospects would be worrying.
After listening to Meng Qi's words quietly, Qi Zhengyan turned his head, looked ahead, and whispered: I was also negligent.
Phew, Meng Qi secretly laughed, and without saying a word, he took off his jade pendant and threw it behind him, directly into the rich man's arms.
Then, he rode his horse forward and laughed loudly amidst the clatter of hooves: This is the horse's money.
The rich man caught the jade pendant in a daze and watched Meng Qi in gray monk robe disappear far away on the road in the dust. After a while, he murmured to himself: He actually gave me the money.
This jade pendant is transparent and moist, and it is worth a lot at first sight.
He never thought that in this situation, the little monk who kills people like a fool would actually give him money without any hesitation.
Not to mention monks who often ask for alms, ordinary people would definitely be greedy and take advantage of others.
Young Master, he seems to be as dazed as the monk's beautiful maidservant than the other presiding monks who usually come here.
Qi Zhengyan was a little surprised when he saw Meng Qi throwing out the jade pendant. This is the world of reincarnation, so you can act according to your needs.
Anyway, no one here knows me and others, and they will leave after completing the task.
Meng Qi put away his usual smile and said seriously: If you indulge your desires and do things that violate your principles when there is no one around and in a strange place, what is the difference between that and having no principles? In the world of reincarnation, I think we should stick to ourselves. Otherwise, after completing missions again and again, sooner or later, our temperament will change drastically, and we will transform into Shura and fall into the sea of misery forever.
He didn't have any thoughts that were too complete or deep in his bones. He just felt that he should stick to himself and not end up becoming a guy that he wanted to kill.
Besides, because of the Little Jade Buddha, he didn’t want to carry that jade pendant with him.
Qi Zhengyan raised his head, looked at the road ahead, and said in a slightly sad tone: "Can you persist? If the task issued by the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation is contrary to your bottom line, and you will be obliterated if you don't complete it, are you willing to sacrifice your life and become a Buddha
This extreme situation imagined by Qi Zhengyan made it difficult for Meng Qi to answer. He could only sigh and said, "It is impossible to imagine now. We will only know when the time comes. But we also need to save more good deeds to prevent deductions for mission failure."
With the sound of horse hooves and dust flying, Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan fell silent again and concentrated on their way.
Two days later, the four of them were not far from Shaolin. Since they were not considerate of horse power, they seemed to have escaped their pursuers and did not encounter a fight.
At the intersection ahead, we abandoned our horses and headed into the mountains. We only had to climb over this forest to reach the destination. Meng Qi told Xiang Hui and Xiao Zi about his and Qi Zhengyan's decision.
Judging from the current signs, the pursuers seemed not to have expected that they and the others were running so fast and could not catch up for a while. However, both Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan believed that the other party would not lack long-distance communication methods such as carrier pigeons, and they could notify the nearby area in advance. The master intercepted them at the main road, so they could no longer take the main road.
And if you go over mountains and ridges, there are roads everywhere. No matter how many experts Duoercha has, they can't completely block it. Even if his army arrives, the same is true.
Xiao Zi and Xiang Hui had no objections to their decision.
At this time, it was approaching evening, the rain was heavy, and the road ahead was almost invisible. Meng Qi suddenly felt that his horse tripped something, and flew directly into the air, throwing himself and Xiao Zi away.
Then, dozens of white-feathered long arrows made a strange whine, passed through the rain curtain, and headed straight for Meng Qi, Qi Zhengyan and others from the woods beside the road.