Quickly calming his expression, Meng Qi turned around and looked at Zhenhui seriously: Senior brother, I just went down to order dinner. Junior brother, you are at the critical stage of breakthrough to Qi accumulation. How can you always think about playing fast and work harder
True wisdom and flower fingering are indeed very compatible, and it is almost time for a breakthrough. This speed ranks among the top five monks who have practiced flower fingering throughout the ages.
Zhenhui nodded heavily, then looked at Meng Qi longingly: Senior brother, I want to eat roasted leg of lamb.
Haha, there is not much here, there are just as many sheep and camels. Meng Qi replied with a laugh. After Zhenhui started to meditate and practice again, he walked to the corridor, closed the door behind his back, and thought silently in his heart, Junior Brother, Senior Brother, this time I'm afraid I can't order you any roasted lamb legs. If we meet again in the future, I'll compensate you with ten roasted lamb legs.
He also knew that the possibility of escaping from the master was very small, but one must have a little hope and optimism in life, and after trying to escape so many times and fighting wits and strength, he felt that he had gained a lot, which was equivalent to a hard training. The master estimated that It was with this in mind that I didn't warn myself not to run away and played this game with myself.
Of course, if he could really escape, Meng Qi would not give up. Because he seemed to be targeted by the Discipline Academy, and he had the great secret of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation, the martial arts he practiced were very special, and he would be caught if he was not careful. I found that it was very dangerous. It would be better to leave as soon as possible.
Therefore, Meng Qi continued to spread his energy, wrapped his whole body, and headed downstairs.
He walked cautiously, for fear of alarming his master, and at the same time optimistically imagined his life after escaping:
After leaving Liushaji, we walked back. As soon as we enter Kanli City, Master will not be able to find me. When the time comes, go to the Zhenwu Sect to find Senior Brother Zhang. He is a broad-minded man who values love and justice. He should not mind my defection, and His family is one of the three major surnames of the Zhenwu sect. If I follow him, I will definitely not worry about the source of the spiritual herbs and elixirs. Once the four orifices are opened, I will officially travel around the world, looking for treasures and building a brand name.
But the Zhenwu sect is a major martial arts sect with many people and a very good relationship with Shaolin. If you are not careful, your secret identity will be discovered, which will cause a lot of trouble. And it is always not good to rely on others. I am a self-respecting person. Instead of going to Xijian Pavilion to find Zhiwei, it’s almost time for her to travel down the mountain and hone her sword skills. Hehe, when the time comes, the golden boy and the beautiful girl will join forces to travel in the world, how beautiful, comfortable, and eye-catching it will be.
No, it doesn’t feel right to attract attention. Isn’t this about being arrested and taken back to Shaolin? Alas, it’s better to wait three or four years. After the figure has grown taller and the appearance is mature, and people who are not really familiar with it cannot recognize it, then find Zhiwei together. Travel in the world.
Well, first go to the Huanhua Sword Sect to find Senior Brother Qi. After he successfully awakened, he has already applied for industry outside the Guarding Sect. No one is supervising or paying attention to him. Haha, I decided happily to find Senior Brother Qi to enjoy the hot and spicy food.
Meng Qi's eyes were shining, and he walked through the lobby full of expectations for the future, and was about to rush out of the inn door towards a free life.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears:
I’m really determined, I’ll order a vegetarian chicken for my teacher.
Meng Qi, the vegetarian chicken, had a dull expression. He finally suppressed his frustration and whispered: "Yes, Master."
Sure enough, the master is watching from behind.
He took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the lobby. At this time, many of the noisy guests dispersed, leaving several tables vacant.
Little Master, I am going to do something. The waiter is young, has pretty features and a nice smile. He is not at all as indifferent as Qu Jiuniang. He acts like a guest, I am your mother.
Doesn't it mean that just like the boss, there will be the same kind of employees? Meng Qi thought funnyly, his mood recovered a lot, and he said: Roast leg of lamb, vegetarian chicken
The waiter was cleaning the table and calling out the names of the dishes.
After ordering the food and drinking the tea brought by the waiter, before Meng Qi could mourn his one hundred and third failed escape, Xuan Bei and Zhen Hui walked down the stairs.
Senior brother, did you order the roast leg of lamb? Zhenhui licked her lips.
Meng Qi lamented in his heart, but on the outside he said calmly: Yes.
Xuanbei still looked melancholy, and asked the waiter who came over to make tea and water: Donor, what news has come from the west recently
Since he couldn't escape for the time being, Meng Qi was also very concerned about this issue and looked at the waiter.
Returning to the Master, apart from the appearance of horse bandits and the robbery of several caravans, there was only one major event, that is, the crying old man who had been missing for many years returned to the world and became Haller's national advisor. The oases of the countries east of the desert of God are united, just like the Great Jin and Great Zhou in your Central Plains. Xiao Er has yellow eyes and curly hair. He is a typical Westerner.
This is indeed courageous. Meng Qi praised, if he can accomplish his great cause, the crying old man will be regarded as the first emperor in the Western Regions.
While admiring, Meng Qi suddenly noticed something was wrong with his master's face. Normally, except when he was praising himself and Zhenhui, he would be melancholy and gloomy. But at this time, his face was as dark as water, without any trace of melancholy.
Master, if you know the crying old man Meng Qi, you can only guess this.
Xuanbei looked at the tea cup in his hand and said with a touch of emotion: Old Man Crying, whose real name is unknown. He is a master at the peak of location. He is active in the Death Sea and the God Burial Desert in Longxi of the Jin Dynasty. He is ranked 33rd on the Earth Ranking. He is good at Kung Fu. It is the Kuangsha Magic Skill and the Eighteen Beats of the Wrong Soul, which can be said to be the most ferocious of all time.
Such a powerful Meng Qi is no longer a little monk with little experience. He will not think that crying for an old man is nothing when he hears that he is only ranked 33rd on the earth list. You must know that there are only ten people of Dharma height on the heaven list, even if he is included in the seclusion. A recluse, or a master with little reputation, the Crying Old Man is also one of the top sixty terrifying figures in the world.
When Xuan Bei saw the waiter going to greet others, he sighed softly and said in a low voice: The master's face must have been ugly just now.
Master, you have a grudge against the crying old man. Zhenhui hits the nail on the head and has no consciousness of covering up for Master.
Meng Qi secretly laughed. Fortunately, he had a stupid little junior brother, otherwise it would be difficult for him to ask.
Xuanbei looked at the tea with a few tea leaves floating in it, and his melancholy suddenly became stronger: His teacher's common name is Tang Zhan, he is considered a top master on the Ganlong Road, and he is only one step away from becoming a master. At that time, I was jealous of evil as a teacher. Once when I was escorting a friend to the Burial Mountain where the Vajra Temple is located, I casually killed a thief who had raped and killed many chivalrous women.
Unexpectedly, the thief had a good master, called Master Tianhuang. He could not defeat his master, and he was not angry that his disciple was killed. He actually attacked his master Zhuangzi before he returned to Ganlong Road, and killed his master. The weak women and children were all killed, and only an old servant escaped with his master and his two young sons. They went all the way west to look for their master. Unfortunately, they were caught up before entering the vast sea.
He spoke calmly, with no ups and downs in his tone, but Meng Qi somehow heard the deep loneliness and deep-seated hatred in it.
After my master found out about this, he felt a sense of disillusionment, as if he had been awakened from a dream of thirty-five years. He was filled with hatred and the fire of revenge burned his soul. However, Master Tianhuang also had a good master.
If Crying Old Man Meng Qi hadn't guessed this, he would have seen so much in vain.
Xuanbei nodded lightly: After enduring for several years as a master, he finally got the opportunity and killed the whole family of Master Tianhuang. After that, he was chased by the crying old man all the way into the hinterland of the Central Plains. Fortunately, he was favored by the abbot and was introduced to Buddhism as his master. Only then did things settle down, so if you encounter a crying old man or his disciples in the future, remember to be careful.
There are no ups and downs, and no cruel scenes. Xuanbei seems to be talking about other people's affairs.
The reason why he was willing to tell such painful things was because after hearing the news that the crying old man had returned to the world, he wanted to remind his disciples that Mo had carelessly revealed his identity in front of them.
He did not lower his voice deliberately, but all the guests around him turned a deaf ear. It seemed that no one spoke at all.
This skill made Meng Qi secretly curl up his tongue. It was countless times more powerful than Duan Xiangfei, who had perfected the Transformation Technique, and it had no pyrotechnics at all.
After Xuan Bei finished speaking, he fell silent and concentrated on enjoying the vegetarian meal, while Zhen Hui ate the leg of lamb with big mouthfuls. It seemed that there was nothing disturbing that could distract him from his meal.
The atmosphere became heavy and strange, so Meng Qi had no choice but to shift his attention and listen to the chatter of nearby guests to see if there was any special news.
Perhaps because the waiter mentioned the crying old man just now, a table of guests nearby also discussed this topic.
Unexpectedly, the crying old man was not dead yet. Shake's head was wrapped, and he was wearing a black robe and said with his tongue. There was a scimitar hanging on his waist, the blade was sharp, and the blood was faintly visible.
The man dressed similarly as Shake, but with a beard on his face, chuckled and said, "That's right, nine years ago, Su Wuming went westward, and the crying old man went to challenge him regardless of his ability. However, he disappeared from sight. Everyone thought he died in Su Wuming's case." The sword is down.
It is said that Su Wuming's target at that time was a god ruins in the God Burial Desert, and he had no intention of discussing with each other, but the crying old man took action forcefully, so he had no choice but to give him a sword. Later, the crying old man disappeared for nine years. Another one with blue eyes, Shake, chuckled, as if he was Su Wuming, and looked down upon the crying old man.
Meng Qi was fascinated by what he heard. Jiang Zhiwei’s master was really a master. He could kill Gai Dai’s stubbornness with just one sword. In the future, I will do the same in the future.
Guest officer, ten taels of silver. After dinner, the waiter came over with a smile to collect the money.
Robbery! Meng Qi had a deeper understanding of the nature of this black shop, but thinking about Qu Jiuniang's eyebrows raised up, thinking that the master would not stand up for him, he would honestly take out the money to settle the bill. It is not his own money anyway.
You go to a place as a teacher. Xuanbei suddenly spoke and walked slowly outside the inn.
Meng Qi glanced at Zhenhui doubtfully, and seeing that he was taking it for granted, he had no choice but to suppress his surprise and follow his master out of the inn.
As soon as the three of them left the inn, Qu Jiuniang, who had always maintained a cold face, suddenly raised her head, looked at Xuan Bei's back, and tapped her finger on the table in confusion.
The three Shakes who had just been talking about the crying old man lowered their voices and whispered.
Boss, I didn’t see any fat sheep. Do you want to rob these three monks? They seem to be quite rich. Shake with sapphire eyes asked.
Shake, who was carrying a machete, shook his head: It is best not to rob this kind of monk.
Why, boss, when did you become a believer in Buddhism? The bearded Shake asked doubtfully.
Shake, who was carrying a machete, said angrily: I believe in your mother, you two should show off your tricks. Such a monk who dares to travel across the vast sea with only a few people is generally not someone to be trifled with, so just keep an eye on that caravan. Although the guards are a bit stronger, we can unite with other caravans.