Zhenheyi, who looked like half an iron tower, was full of shock. Junior Brother Zhending, no, why did Crazy Sword Su Meng return to Shaolin
Few Shaolin disciples who have been expelled from the mountain come back to Liantai Mountain, unless they finally achieve enlightenment, let go of the worldly world, and truly become a monk, but Su Meng doesn't look like him.
As for coming back for revenge or something, he has never thought about it. Forget about being eleventh on the human list. Even if he is eleventh on the earth list, he can't go wild in Shaolin.
Meng Qi looked at their expressions and couldn't help but laugh: Why are the two senior brothers like this? Su Mou is not a scourge.
Zhende took a breath and suppressed his inner emotions: Donor Su, I don’t know what happened.
Su had something to pay his respects to his master, the divine monk Xuanbei, and also asked senior brother Zhende to pass on the information. Meng Qi put his hands behind his back and said neither humble nor arrogantly.
Zhende's face changed slightly: Donor Su, you have been expelled from the mountain gate and can no longer address Master Xuanbei as Master.
Meng Qi laughed: Brother Zhende, I didn’t expect that you are so obsessed with it. The title is nothing but a false coincidence. I call him Master, and he is also called Xuanbei Divine Monk. Why should I care about the difference
His tone was leisurely, as if he were climbing a mountain to visit the Buddha and discuss Buddhist scriptures.
Zhende hesitated, turned around immediately, walked up the mountain, and left a sentence: Uncle Xuanbei is in retreat, I will inform the guest house for you.
The master was in retreat. No wonder there was so much noise along the way and he never came to meet him. Meng Qi nodded slightly and walked into the pavilion to wait.
Inside the half-mountain pavilion, there are stone tables, chairs, and stone tablets. The first two are for visitors to rest, and the latter stands on the edge, with the Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra engraved in small characters.
So I heard that Meng Qi was standing in front of the monument with his hands behind his hands, reading the charm of the writing. The rows of small characters seemed densely packed, but if you read them carefully, you would not feel dazzled. There is no repetition, as if each one holds the same aspect. To prove that all appearances are not real, the meaning of Zen is timeless, and it is worthy of being a Buddhist holy place where Arhats and great arhats always guard the temple.
At this time, Zhenhe put away his surprise and shock, and quietly looked at Meng Qi, only to see that he showed no sign of impatience in waiting, and his green robe was casual. The skirt of his clothes moved slightly, and he put his hands behind his back. Reading the Buddhist scriptures, I feel indescribably calm and peaceful, and my path is endless.
Zhenhe suddenly recalled the past. In the past, he had a sparring match with Junior Brother Zhending, and was overwhelmed by his momentum. He was so frightened that his legs were weak, so that he had no strength left to exert, and he was defeated cleanly.
At that time, I thought that Junior Brother Zhending was extremely talented in martial arts. I am afraid that he will achieve great things in the future, but who would have thought that this future would come so quickly. In just a few years, he has surpassed senior brother Zhenben Zhenmiao and made a great name in the world, ranking eleventh on the list of people, almost Together with his junior uncle Xuanzhen
Now look at his magnanimity. He really has the attitude of a master.
Meng Qi savored the Zen meaning contained in the Buddhist scriptures on the stone tablet, and his mind was at peace. He thought about the sixth generation Shaolin Patriarch who carved this stone tablet in the past, and the Yuankong Divine Monk who achieved the golden body of Arhat.
The mountain wind blew by, making his green robe rustle, but it couldn't make him feel restless or anxious.
Zhenhe and Meng Qi are not familiar with each other. I couldn't find anything to say, so I had to stay with him and wait for Zhende to come back.
Not long after, Zhende returned together with a Zhike wearing a yellow monk's robe.
Amitabha, why did Almsgiver Su pay homage to Junior Brother Xuanbei? Zhike raised one hand and pronounced the Buddha's name. He is a monk of the Xuan generation.
Meng Qi as they approached. He turned around from the stone tablet and said with a smile: This uncle, maybe an old friend is coming to visit, so he must have something important to do.
Zhike often interacted with foreigners, so he didn't care about his title. He laughed and said: Normally, he doesn't need it, but Junior Brother Xuanbei is in retreat. If Almsgiver Su has important matters, the poor monk will have to consider alerting him in advance. If it is just to reminisce about old times, Then please ask Donor Su to come back next time.
I wonder if Junior Brother Zhenhui is in seclusion. Meng Qi then asks about Zhenhui. Counting the time, he should have come out long ago facing the wall.
The monk Zhike knew about Meng Qi's entanglement with the temple. He had known 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 he will not need to retreat for a long time.
Then I will visit him. Meng Qi said with a smile, looking like I don't mind.
The monk Zhike nodded and said: Donor Su, please.
He led Meng Qi up the mountain path, and everywhere he looked were memories of the past. There was the place where he carried water, and there was the place where he almost slipped. A faint sense of vicissitudes suddenly appeared in Meng Qi's heart.
After walking forward for a while, there was a monk on the mountain road. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe. He was elegant and elegant. He looked more like a scholar than a monk. It was Meng Qi's disciple Zhen Miao at the Wu Monk Academy, one of the two great masters of the Shaolin Zhenzi generation. One of the disciples.
It is said that there are two big ones, but in fact there are more than one. There are also new entrants appearing in the future. Some have outstanding martial arts talents, and some are in Suhui. However, due to the short time, no one has caught up with him and Zhen Ben.
Amitabha, Almsgiver Su and Zhenmiao came all the way to wait for Meng Qi.
Behind him, at the bend of the mountain road, many gray-robed disciples poked their heads, as if to see the legendary Mang King Kong, the de facto number one in the true generation.
There was a monk among them who stood out particularly because he was wearing yellow robes, with slightly narrow eyes and a sinister temperament. He was also an acquaintance of Meng Qi, Xuan Kong, the discipline monk of the discipline academy.
Could it be that he wanted to instigate me to compete with Zhenmiao? Zhenmiao is a very competitive person. At that time, he couldn't help but compete with me who was not yet enlightened. Meng Qi thought speculatively, and smiled in return: Not only is the junior brother okay, but also Even better than before. Thank you, Brother Zhenmiao, for thinking about me.
Zhen Miao took a breath and said, "That's great. The poor monk still vividly remembers what happened at the Wu Monk Academy in the past. Who knew that Almsgiver Su has become famous all over the world? I wonder if I can give you some guidance today?"
He has not yet traveled down the mountain, he has heard about all the affairs in the world, and his competition with the masters of the Xuan generation in the sect has basically stopped at the last minute. He has long been eager to test the weight of the masters on the list and find the gap between himself.
In his opinion, he is close to Qiqiao, and has mastered the two styles of Moko's fingertips. There should be no essential gap between him and Su Meng Qingyu of Qiqiao. If he hadn't completely mastered one of the styles, he would have broken through the Tongren Alley long ago. , went down the mountain to see.
Xuankong stared at the two of them intently, his sinister eyes showing expectation. He did not expect that Zhenmiao, who had no experience in real life-and-death fights, could win over Su Meng. He just wanted to kill his majesty, lest he become arrogant and make people angry. Feeling unhappy.
Meng Qi could probably grasp their emotions, so he didn't care and chuckled: He had always regretted not being able to meet his senior brother Mo Kezhi at the Wu Monk Academy. I made up for it today.
He was a guest from afar, and no one could force him to compete if he didn't want to.
Zhen Miao said solemnly: Zhen Ben has mastered the seven secret arts, but the poor monk had to cross the river with Mo Ke's finger and a reed. Su Donor, please.
As a host, you naturally have to let your guests make the first move.
Meng Qi smiled and shook his head: It’s better to invite senior brother.
He is about to be among the top ten masters. How can anyone make the first move during a sparring match
It's so wonderful to have a strong competitive spirit, and I pondered for a while. He pushed the boat along the current, raised his right hand, and let his body fall like floating catkins with the wind. He put his two fingers together and pointed at Meng Qi.
This finger suddenly filled Meng Qi's entire sight. It was the biggest, most numerous, and most victorious. The whooshing finger wind blows from every angle, it is unpredictable, and its moves are like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.
It refers to the continuous accumulation of wind, which is almost earth-shattering.
At the beginning, Meng Qi used the exterior move. With a smile on his lips, he leisurely drew out the sword with a round stroke. To accommodate the void, most of the fingers were thrown directly into it.
The sword was swung out, and Meng Qi moved forward with the force of the sword, as if he was shrinking to an inch. He jumped over the surrounding Zifeng and got closer to Zhenmiao. The round shape dispersed, and the long sword was slashed out empty.
Seeing Meng Qi dodge his special move in the outside scene, Zhenmiao's face changed slightly, and he pointed at the blade with both fingers, trying to resist it.
But the light of the sword was like a lamp in the world of mortals, igniting all the desires in his heart, and his desire to win was burning brightly. Take action slowly.
After Tianzhizhi broke through the defense, he took it back directly. Meng Qi said in a leisurely manner:
Good fingering, but bad timing.
The way to fight is never to just use killing moves and pressure-defying methods. If the timing is not right, it will be easy for others to get out of the way and your efforts will be in vain. Therefore, when Meng Qi and Qing Yu fight, they are all fighting with each other with swordsmanship. , after seizing the flaws and opportunities, he broke out his unique moves and seized the chance to win. Therefore, in front of the mountain temple, after Luohunxiao died, the Fiery Demon Man did not choose the lowest method when facing Meng Qi who rushed at him, because at that time Meng Qi's body movements changed like an illusion and a demon, and the distance was far away. He would be dodged if he wasn't careful. When he was suppressed by Meng Qi, he couldn't find a chance to use the moves on location.
When Meng Qi faced An Guoxie for the first time, he did not rush to use Duan Qingjing. Instead, he wisely used the magic of disguise to deceive him first, and then took action after finding a good opportunity.
There is still too little actual combat experience. The ultimate trick is only useful when you are strong enough to win or when you suddenly attack.
Zhen Miao was stunned at first, as if he was in a nightmare, and couldn't believe that he had lost so quickly. When he heard what Meng Qi said, he felt slightly relieved and looked thoughtful: Thank you, Master Su, for your advice.
He just wanted to win for a moment and forgot about his teacher's teachings on weekdays. What he gained on paper was ultimately shallow.
The expressions of the monks of the Zhenzi generation varied, all showing disbelief. In just two moves, Brother Zhenmiao was defeated. Is Zhending still enlightened
At this time, Xuankong snorted coldly: Ananda's sword-breaking technique is not Shaolin magic, what kind of skill is it
Meng Qi laughed, strode forward, raised his long sword, followed the sword's movement, and was in front of Xuan Kong in the blink of an eye.
This knife fell extremely slowly, but it contained countless changes. Each change was as fast as an afterimage, as if every dodge position and every possibility of response in Xuan Kong were sealed.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xuankong's forehead, as if he was trapped in a frightening dream that he couldn't escape from, unable to find a way to escape or parry. When the knife was in front of him, he reluctantly raised his palms, which were pale gold and strong and powerful. He slammed down the long knife.
After the change, the long knife passed directly through both palms and fell on his forehead. Xuankong's legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Meng Qi put the sword back into its sheath and laughed:
Uncle Xuankong, this sword is not a Shaolin magical skill.
His green robe moved slightly, and he wore a long sword on his waist. He crossed Xuankong without looking back, and climbed up the steps with laughter.
Xuan Kong, who used to be able to easily suppress himself regardless of his strength or status, is now unable to even take one of his own swords.
Looking at his free and uninhibited back, the monks of the Zhenzi generation actually felt yearning and reverence.
As soon as he arrived outside the temple gate, Meng Qi saw a gray-robed figure running out, saying in a familiar and unfamiliar tone:
Senior brother, when you come back, tell me about the battle with Shouzhengjian that shocked Baili Wufang Emperor Sword.
Let me go. I haven’t seen each other for more than two years. Shouldn’t it be normal for normal people to be slightly estranged and gradually get to know each other again? The younger junior brother is indeed not a normal person. Meng Qi looked at Zhenhui speechlessly. . If you like this work, you are welcome to support it, it is my biggest motivation.