Zhenheyi, who was half a piece of iron tower, looked shocked. Junior Brother Zhending, no, why did Su Meng return to Shaolin?

Few Shaolin disciples who were expelled from the mountain gate came to Liantai Mountain again unless they finally realized their enlightenment, let go of the world, and truly became monks, but Su Meng didn’t look like him no matter how he looked!

As for coming back to take revenge, he never thought about it. Don’t say that the eleventh place on the human list. Even if the eleventh place on the earth list, he would not be able to go to Shaolin.

Meng Qi looked at their expressions and couldn't help laughing: "Why are the two senior brothers like this? Su is not a beast."

Zhende took a breath and forced his emotions to suppress his inner feelings: "Master Su, don't know what's going on?"

"Su has something to pay homage to his master Xuanbei Divine Monk, and ask Senior Brother Zhende to pass on his teachings." Meng Qi carried his hands on his back and said neither humble nor arrogantly.

Zhende's face changed slightly: "Master Su, you have been expelled from the mountain gate and can no longer call Master Xuanbei as your master."

Meng Qi laughed: "Senior Brother Zhende, I didn't expect that you have such a heavy obsession. The name is nothing but empty. The cause and condition are false. My name is Master, and the name Xuanbei Divine Monk is also him. What's the difference? Why bother to care?"

His tone was leisurely, as if he was climbing a mountain to visit the Buddha and discussing the Buddhist scriptures.

Zhende hesitated and turned his head immediately, headed up the mountain, and left a sentence: "Mr. Xuanbei is in seclusion, I will inform you of the guesthouse."

The master turned out to be in seclusion. No wonder he was so moved along the way that he had never come to meet him... Meng Qi nodded slightly and walked into the pavilion to wait.

In the pavilion of the mountain, there are stone tables, stone chairs and stone tablets. The first two are for visitors to rest, while the latter stands on the edge, and the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra" is engraved in small characters of fly heads.

"I heard this..." Meng Qi stood in front of the monument with his hands behind his back, savoring the charm of the writing. These small characters seemed dense, but if you read them carefully, there would be no dizziness. Each character was expressed in a good mood and formed a unique pattern. There was no repetition, as if each held one aspect to prove that all aspects were not in appearance, and the Zen meaning was timeless. It was worthy of being a Buddhist holy place where there were always Arhats and Great Arhats were in the temple.

At this time, Zhenhe put away his surprise and shocked heart, and looked at Meng Qi quietly. He saw that he was not at all impatient for waiting. His green robe was sprinkled and his clothes were slightly moved. He carried his hands on his back and read the Buddhist scriptures. He was calm and composed, and he could not tell the endless Yuan Yuezhi.

Zhenhe suddenly recalled the past. In the past, he had a fight with Junior Brother Zhending, but was robbed by his aura. He was so scared that his legs were weak that he had no strength to play, so he simply defeated him.

At that time, I thought that Junior Brother Zhending was extraordinary in martial arts, and I was afraid he would achieve something in the future. Who knew that this "in the future" would come so quickly. In just a few years, he surpassed Zhenben. Senior Brother Zhenmiao became famous in the world, and ranked eleventh in the human list, almost as famous as the junior uncle Xuanzhen!

Now, looking at his demeanor, he really has the appearance of a master.

Meng Qi savored the Zen meaning contained in the Buddhist scriptures of the stone tablet, and his mind was calm. He recalled the sixth generation of Shaolin ancestor who carved this stone tablet in the past. The Yuankong monk who had achieved the golden body of the Arhat.

The mountain wind blew, making his green robe sound, but he couldn't make him irritated and anxious.

Zhenhe was not familiar with Meng Qi and couldn't find anything to say, so he had to stay by his side and wait for Zhende to come back.

Not long after, Zhende returned with a guest wearing a yellow monk's robe.

"Amitabha, what did Master Su pay homage to Junior Brother Xuanbei?" Zhike raised his hand and pronounced the Buddha's name. He was a monk of the Xuan generation.

When Meng Qi approached, he turned around from the stone tablet and smiled and said, "Uncle Master, can you have important things when an old friend comes to visit?"

Zhike often deals with foreign guests, and doesn't care about his name. He laughed and said, "It's normal, but Junior Brother Xuanbei is in seclusion. If Donor Su is responsible for important matters, I have to consider alarming him in advance. If it's just a reminiscence, then I'll bother Donor Su to come back next time."

"I wonder if Junior Brother Zhenhui is in seclusion?" Meng Qi turned to Zhenhui and asked about the time, he should have come out of the wall.

The monk knew about Meng Qi’s entanglement with the temple. If he had known that he would ask Zhenhui, he said without thinking: “Mr. Zhenhui’s uncle has not been facing the wall for a long time and he will not have to go into seclusion for a long time.”

"Then I'll visit him." Meng Qi said with a smile, looking like I didn't mind.

The monk nodded and said, "Please, Master Su."

He led Meng Qi to climb the mountain road, and his eyes were filled with memories of the past. There was a place to carry water, and there was a place where he almost slipped... A faint vicissitudes suddenly appeared in Meng Qi's heart.

After walking forward for a while, there was an extra monk on the mountain road. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe and was gentle and gentle. He was better than a monk like a scholar than a monk. He was the monk Zhenmiao who taught in the Martial Monk Academy and one of the two major disciples of the Shaolin Zhen generation.

It is said that there are two major ones, but in fact, there are new beginners coming out one after another. Some have outstanding martial arts talents, while others live in Suhui, but due to the short time, no one has caught up with him and Zhen Ben.

"Amitabha, don't you come here, okay?" Zhenmiao made a special trip to wait for Meng Qi.

Behind him, at the corner of the mountain road, many gray-robed disciples looked at the legendary Kyushu, who was actually the number one person in the Zhen generation.

There was a monk among them who was particularly eye-catching because he had to wear a yellow robe, his eyes were slightly narrow and his temperament was sinister. He was also an acquaintance of Meng Qi and the precept monk Xuan Kong from the Precepts Academy.

Could it be that he wanted to instigate me to compete with Zhenmiao? Zhenmiao is a competitive person. At that time, he couldn't help but compete with me who had not yet learned it... Meng Qi thought with some speculation, and at the same time replied with a smile: "My junior brother is not only safe, but also better than the past. If you have time, Senior Brother Zhenmiao is concerned about it."

Zhenmiao took a breath: "It's so good. I still remember the affairs of the Martial Monks' academy in the past. Who knew that Mr. Su had become famous all over the world? I wonder if he could guide you today?"

He had not yet gone down the mountain to travel, and he heard all the things in the world. He had basically stopped talking with the masters of the Xuan generation. He could not wait to try the weight of the masters on the human list and find his own gap.

In his opinion, he was also close to the seven orifices, and had mastered the two appearances of Mo Ke's finger. Qingyu should have no essential difference with Su Meng of the seven orifices. If it weren't for the complete mastery of one of the styles, he would have passed through Tongren Lane and went down the mountain to see.

Xuan Kong looked at the two of them in a flash, his sinister eyes showed expectations. He did not expect that Zhen Mian could win Su Meng without real experience in fighting life and death. He just wanted to kill his majesty so as not to be arrogant and make people feel unhappy.

Meng Qi could probably grasp their emotions, but he didn't care. He chuckled: "Mo Ke, who was unable to see his senior brother in the Martial Monk's House in the past, has always been quite regretful, and today it has been made up for it."

He came from afar and no one could force him to compete if he didn't want to.

Zhenmiao said seriously: "Zheng has already mastered the seven unique skills, but I can only cross the river with Mo Ke and Yi Wei. Please."

As the host, you naturally have to let the guests take the move first.

Meng Qi smiled and shook his head: "Please please, senior brother."

Who can make moves first when you are about to compete?

He is really wonderful and competitive. After pondering for a moment, he will follow the boat, raise his right hand, and his body is like floating catkins, falling with the wind, his fingers are put together and pointing towards Meng Qi.

This finger suddenly filled Meng Qi's entire vision, which was as great as the most. The most victorious. The wind came from every angle, with impermanence and uncertainty, and the moves were like an antelope hanging on its horns. There was no trace.

It means that the wind accumulates and it almost makes the earth-shaking feeling!

At the beginning, he used the outdoor move... Meng Qi smiled with a smile on his lips, and leisurely came out his knife, and the sword was round. He accommodated the void, and most of the finger winds threw it directly into it.

With a sword, Meng Qi's body followed the sword's momentum. It seemed to feel like it was shrinking into an inch. It immediately passed the surround of the finger wind and approached the wonderful thing. It was round and dispersed, and the long sword slashed out in an empty space.

Seeing Meng Qi flashing through his outdoor trick, Zhenmiao's face changed slightly, and he pointed his fingers at the blade, trying to resist.

But the sword light was like the light of the world, igniting all kinds of desires in his heart, and his competitive spirit was burning, and he took action to relieve himself.

After breaking through the defense, the "Sky Wound" was directly retracted, Meng Qi said leisurely:

"Good fingering, but unfortunately the timing is wrong."

The way of fighting is never to use killer moves, or to use the bottom-up method. If the timing is inappropriate, it is easy to be dodged and it is useless. Therefore, when Meng Qi and Qingyu fought each other, they had a variety of sword techniques. After seizing the flaws and opportunities, they would have a special move and seize the opportunity to win. Therefore, in front of the mountain temple, after the death of the Soul Flute, the Fiery Demon did not choose the bottom-up method when facing Meng Qi who was rushing towards him, because Meng Qi's body skills changed at that time, like a illusion and a demon, and the distance was far away. He was dodged if he was not careful. When he was suppressed by Meng Qi, he could not find the opportunity to use the outdoor move.

When Meng Qi first faced An Guoxie, he did not use "clearing and purity" in a hurry, but instead used wisely to deceive him with illusions and find a good opportunity before taking action.

Really wonderful practical experience is still too little. The ultimate move to raise your hand is only useful when you win stubbornly or start a sudden attack...

Zhenmiao was stunned at first, as if she was in a nightmare, and could not believe that she had lost so quickly. When he heard what Meng Qi said, he felt a little relieved and looked thoughtful: "Thank you, donor Su, for your advice."

He just sought victory, but forgot the teachings of his teachers on weekdays. He felt that what he learned on paper was always shallow.

The monks of the Zhen generation had different expressions and were all incredible. In between the two moves, Senior Brother Zhenmiao was defeated... Is Zhending still enlightened?

At this time, Xuan Kong snorted coldly: "Ananda's sword technique is not used to use the Shaolin magic skill, what is the ability..."

Meng Qi laughed, strode forward, raised his long sword, followed the sword's momentum, and in front of Xuankong in his breath.

The sword fell very slowly, but it contained countless changes. Each change was as fast as a shadow, as if it blocked every dodge position and every possibility of dealing with Xuan Kong!

Xuankong had a cold sweat on his forehead, as if he was in a terrified dream that he could not escape. He was unable to find a way to escape and parry. When the sword reached his front, he barely raised his palms, his hands were light and his hands were light, and he slapped the long sword with a hard and powerful force.

The change was derived, and the long sword passed through his palms and landed on his forehead. Xuankong's legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Meng Qi put away his knife and returned to the sheath, laughing:

"Uncle Xuankong, this sword is not a Shaolin magical skill."

His green robe moved slightly, his waist was wearing a long sword, and he crossed Xuankong without looking back, and climbed the steps in laughter.

Xuankong, who could easily suppress himself regardless of his strength or status in the past, can't even take over his own sword...

Looking at his unrestrained back, monks of the Zhen generation actually felt yearning and respect.

As soon as he arrived outside the temple gate, Meng Qi saw a gray-robed figure running out, and he said in a familiar way:

"Senior brother, are you back? Tell me about the battle with Shouzheng Sword, shocking Baili, the battle between the Five-State Emperor Sword!"
Chapter completed!