Ji Xinle, Shishi and others opened their mouths half-open, looking at the closed door in disbelief, suspecting that their ears were hallucinating.
Mu Shan, the general manager of the Eighteen Waterways in the South, a world-class master, a brother to the Grandmaster, a strong man who was not even sixty years old, actually suffered humiliation from a young monk who was no more than sixteen years old at most.
How appalling this is
Even if he started practicing kung fu since he was still in his mother's womb, Mu Shan's decades of immersion in swordsmanship are not unworthy of his fame.
Could it be something else that they subconsciously guessed.
Meng Qi in the room couldn't help but lick his lips after hearing Mu Hengtian's words. What kind of thing is this
In fact, he knew very well that similar grievances and grievances were inevitable in the world. He defeated Mu Shan completely and disgraced him. Naturally, his filial sons and apprentices would come to challenge him and clear away his previous shame.
This is the world. Meng Qi sighed secretly and said in a calm tone: "The poor monk and Donor Mu just exchanged a few moves and narrowly won by one or two. Why is there such a shame? Little Donor Mu, please go back."
The plain answer was like a thunder in the ears of Ning Daogu, Nie Yao and others. It shocked them out of their minds and made them feel like they were in a dream. It was incredible that this young monk actually defeated Mu Shan.
Could it be that he has a talent for rejuvenating his appearance and rejuvenating his youth? Or maybe he had an adventure at a young age and was given a sixty-year-old power.
If it’s the latter, think about yourself, you’ve really lived like a dog at your age.
Mu Hengtian still maintained the posture of bowing his hands in salute: After that day, my father was depressed in his heart. He often lamented that the master's sword skills could not be understood by common sense. He had lived half his life in vain. I couldn't bear that my father was like this, knowingly doing it for learning. However, he had no choice but to face the challenge and ask the mage for permission.
Meng Qi was about to refuse when he suddenly remembered something. His reputation was not good at the moment, many things were difficult to handle, and no one believed his words. So he sighed and said: "Little donor Mu is very filial, I will discuss it with you, that poor monk." I'll give you five chances. If you can force the poor monk to leave the futon, the poor monk will lose.
What a loud tone. This was the first thought that came to the minds of Le Shishi, Nie Yao and others. He actually wanted to sit still and take Mu Hengtian's five swords without moving.
Mu Hengtian is a person who has the potential to reach the level of a grandmaster. Currently, he is only half a step behind You Tongguang, Cui Jinhua, Shenhou and others, and is stronger than his father Mu Shan. Unless a grandmaster is present, who can do it
Mu Hengtian knew what was going on at that time and knew that Master Zhending had the guts to say this, so he drew his long sword and bowed respectfully: He also asked the Master for advice.
After saying that, he pushed open the door of the Zen room and entered with the knife in hand.
Le Shi, Shining Daogu, and more than a dozen people all opened their eyes wide and looked into the Zen room. However, the door of the Zen room was not big, and Mu Hengtian, who was jumping up and down, blocked their sight, so that they could only look. When the sword flashed across the sky, I heard five crisp sounds of "dang dang dang dang", and then I saw Mu Hengtian walking out with an extremely ugly face. When he reached the door, he turned around and gave a salute, saying bitterly:
As expected, the mage is capable of wielding swords, but he is arrogant.
Amitabha, sword skills are something external to the body. Donor Mu, please don't be too attached.
The sound was not loud and came from the Zen room, but in the ears of Ning Dao Gu Jixin and other people who witnessed the battle, there was an indescribable feeling of being a master. The little monk sitting cross-legged on the futon also felt It seems to have a bit of a sense of being out of the world.
Mu Hengtian sighed: Thank you Master for your teaching. Today I know that there is heaven outside the world and there are people outside the world.
After saying that, he turned around and left with a disappointed look on his face. Within a few steps, his mood was adjusted to the same level as before, without any fluctuations.
Alas, idiot. A soft sigh reached the ears of Ning Daogu and others, causing them to feel inexplicable emotions. They stared blankly at the gray-robed monk who lowered his head as if chanting sutras.
But Meng Qi, who pretended to be an eminent monk, was very satisfied with his performance just now, and his image as an expert had been initially established. The only problem was that he had not yet reached the enlightenment, and he had no chance of palming the wind and pointing the wind. Otherwise, at this moment, he waved his sleeves and robe, slowly closed the door, and gradually covered up his lowered eyebrows while chanting sutras. How elegant would that be
Meng Qi knew very well about his hobby of being in the limelight, pretending to be superior, and acting cool, and he was not ashamed of it. As long as he did this all the time and everywhere, and it affected his business, then it would be fine. Who doesn't have some hobbies
Alas, at this time, whether you jump down and close the door or ask people outside to help, it will damage your image as a master.
Meng Qi couldn't see anything, so he closed his eyes and started to regulate his breathing.
After a while, Zhi Ke Monk slowly came over and closed the door. Ning Daogu and others slowly came back to their senses and glanced at each other. They all found that there was unconcealable surprise in each other's eyes.
Such a tyrannical figure as Mu Hengtian cannot force Master Zhending to stand up or move within five swords. His sword skills are too terrifying. Isn't the theory of channeling the gods an exaggeration
This big news that shocked the world made them restless. After a while, they went out one after another, showing off that they had experienced a major event that could be remembered in the history of the world. Only Ningdao Gule Shishi, the four heroes from the south of the Yangtze River, remained. I walked into the courtyard, as if I wanted to wait for Master Zhending to finish meditating, chat a few words, and ask him for advice.
Although swords and swords have different paths, they lead to the same goal and there is always something in common.
After silently estimating the time, Meng Qi opened the door and walked out.
Master Zhending, I am ignorant of Mount Tai, and I thought you were an ordinary monk before. Ning Daogu did not hide it and spoke openly, hoping to close the distance.
Meng Qi himself was not good at swordsmanship. When he saw these guys wearing long swords, he didn't like them. He smiled and saluted and said: "It doesn't matter, monks don't live up to their reputation."
We have never considered ourselves to be monks.
The master really got the eminent monk. Although it felt strange to say this to a young monk, Ji Xin still smiled and flattered him.
Le Shishi looked at the sword in Meng Qi's waist and asked curiously: I don't know what sect the mage came from, but he has such magical sword skills.
A poor monk cultivated Wild Fox Zen and had a wonderful encounter by chance. Meng Qi said this deliberately to let them spread it.
What an adventure! The two girls, Le Shi Shi and Nie Yao, both had sparkling eyes, as if they were imagining that they too would have an adventure.
Ning Dao Gu Jixin's expression was not obvious, but a similar meaning could still be seen in his expression.
After chatting for a while, when they were happy to have made a real master, Meng Qi said with a solemn expression: "The poor monk likes purity. If there are any challenges in the future, please ask a few donors to tell me that the poor monk is not here. Haha, tonight It is true that the poor monk is not here and has to go out to visit friends.
In lower province. Ning Daogu agreed with a smile on his face. It was a great honor to be able to help a master like Master Zhending.
In the evening, the news spread completely. All the Jianghu people in Tianding City or ordinary people who like Jianghu rumors knew that there was a teenage Master Zhending. He was young but had excellent martial arts. He could easily take over without moving. Killed Mu Hengtian five times.
Suddenly, countless martial arts people who were proud of their skills rushed to the ruined temple and tried to challenge him. Anyway, Master Zhending was a monk and would not harm anyone's life. There was no risk in challenging him. If he lost, he would lose to such a person. No one will laugh at me. If I win, my reputation will rise immediately. I will become a Grandmaster and there will be countless people under me.
Fortunately, Meng Qi had given instructions in advance, and Ning Dao, Gu Le Shishi and other Jiangnan Siying blocked them with the excuse of not being there.
Meng Qi continued to monitor You Mansion and took a look at the night activities outside the City Lord's Mansion. At noon the next day, he disguised himself and went to Huaishu Street again.
There was a wooden sign hanging outside Qiu Chan Hall, which said that Wangyou Ointment was for sale today. Seeing this, Meng Qi nodded lightly and went straight into the store.
The old shopkeeper glanced at Meng Qi, his eyes gleaming: he had already contacted a fortune teller and agreed. He also asked the guest to show his identity and pay the previous chapter of the Apparition Dafa as a deposit.
After revealing his identity, Meng Qi knew what he was asking, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The person he could contact was definitely not Shen Hou.
The shopkeeper said in an old voice: Many people set traps against Xiangshen by entrusting tasks. If we don't know the identity of the guest, how can we retaliate afterwards? And if the guest defaults on the bill afterwards, we also know who to ask for it from. Don't worry, we won't The identity of the guest will be revealed.
When it comes to revenge after the incident, he is quite candid.
Well. Meng Qi was mentally prepared, nodded slowly in agreement, and entered the back room with the shopkeeper.
Taking off his bamboo hat, Meng Qi said bluntly: "The poor monk is really determined."
It turns out to be Master Zhending, haha, no wonder he has such terrifying martial arts at such a young age, no wonder he has to deal with the You family. The old shopkeeper suddenly realized that he apparently regarded Meng Qi, who had used the magic of transformation, as the successor of Snow God Palace.
He only knew the name of Master Zhending last night, and at first he didn't believe that such a young monk could defeat Mu Hengtian.
The old shopkeeper no longer had any doubts about Meng Qi's identity. He took over the first chapter of the Apparition Dafa and Meng Qi had copied it again and pondered the contents.
Within three days, You Hongbo will be sent to the Master. Please hand over the remaining chapters when the time comes. The old shopkeeper stood up to see off the guests and did not ask Meng Qi why he entrusted the Twelve Phase God with the task even though he had enough strength to do it.
Meng Qi left immediately without any intention of arresting him for torture. This kind of outside contact person definitely didn't know the core secrets, and it would be easy to alert him.
Moreover, the Twelve Phase Gods act secretly, and most of them communicate through secret messages, which are difficult to track. Even if they monitor the shopkeeper's every move, there is little gain. If the Twelve Phase Gods could be locked so easily, this organization would have been destroyed long ago.
After leaving Huaishu Street, Meng Qi saw crowds of people on the avenue, with swords everywhere. Looking at the sky, he saw dark clouds hanging low, the atmosphere depressing, and heavy rain coming.
Meng Qi sighed inwardly as he wondered how many major events would happen in the past few days.