When I was meeting Qi Xuguang, Si Weiqi was facing a new situation. The quarrel between Jin Difang and Meng Minjuan gave another person an opportunity to take advantage of.
This person is Dong Mengyao.
"Miss Si, there are indeed a lot of offenders on behalf of our relatives in the mourning hall today. Your magnanimity is really admirable. My younger sister Dong Mengyao came all the way and only brought a group of Tibetan Buddhist musicians here just to pay homage to my uncle.
Heroic Spirit."
After saying that, the sound of chanting Tibetan scriptures could be heard outside the courtyard, in a harmonious and harmonious manner.
These Tibetan Buddhist musicians, headed by a lama in red, passed through the road opened by the crowd and came to Dong Mengyao. They lined up in a row, forming a confrontation with Si Weiqi.
Si Weiqi remained calm until they stopped chanting. During this period of time, everyone in the crowd was whispering to each other. Some complained about it, some were very proud of it, and some were waiting to see Si Weiqi's embarrassment.
The musicians all said hello to Si Weiqi Heshi.
Si Weiqi returned the greeting and said calmly: "The venerables were reciting the Sutra of Killing Charms by Long Zang. Do they think that I am a monster?"
The red-clothed lama held the Dharma seal with his hand and said calmly: "Miss Si, don't be offended. In the end, the immortals, Buddhas, demons and demons are just empty, so why should you take it to heart?"
This lama started a fight with Si Weiqi as soon as he came up, pointing out that Si Weiqi was always worried about whether he was a demon or not, which showed that he failed to understand the Dharma.
Si Weiqi smiled, with an air of indifference, and said calmly: "Things that are attached to you are empty, and vice versa. If we can let go of our attachment, what else is there to fight for?"
Dong Mengyao smiled and said: "Persistence can also be divided into true and false. Some are true and false, and some are false and true. Although there are thousands of kinds of Dharma, only one is true. If you can only hold on to the truth, what is the meaning of persistence?
Down?"
At this point in the exchange, everyone present felt at a loss. They only vaguely knew that the two sides were talking tit-for-tat with their mysterious words.
Si Weiqi frowned lightly, sighed lightly, pulled out the sword with a "clang" sound, and pointed it diagonally at the four of them.
Everyone present took a breath. Si Weiqi showed no emotion or anger. At this time, she drew her sword, and it seemed that she was really angry. The four lamas immediately dispersed, forming a large semicircle, surrounding
The pretty Si Weiqi.
The red-clothed lama's hands were hanging down, holding magic formulas, but he had a formidable aura that made people feel intimidated. Everyone unconsciously moved away to create a wider open space, allowing this top master from Tibet to compete with
Si Weiqi competes in a showdown.
Si Weiqi's expression was as calm as usual, her pretty face was carefree and joyless, like a fairy descending from the earth, unmoved by this worldly world.
"Since these venerables have come from afar, I didn't want to embarrass you, but I have a perverse personality and won't tolerate things that I can't stand or hear. It's you who are being aggressive today and don't regard yourself as an outsider at all.
, it seems that if I don’t teach you a lesson, you really don’t know whether you are the host or the guest!”
There was something in Si Weiqi's words. Although she was speaking to those lamas, the underlying message was clearly accusing Dong Mengyao of being rude and daring to overstep her authority.
Si Weiqi just held the sword lightly with her delicate hands. Although she remained motionless, the people in the arena did not dare to make any noise.
It can be said that as soon as Si Weiqi's sword was unsheathed, she had an advantage. Dong Mengyao couldn't argue with her heart, and a sense of futility arose spontaneously, which also made these four lamas who practiced esoteric dharma very seriously.
Taste.
"Am I really not as good as her?" Dong Mengyao began to waver.
The power of those lamas at the beginning
The momentum accordingly weakened a little. However, since Si Weiqi wanted to establish her power, she naturally would not miss this opportunity. Dong Mengyao had found trouble twice and three times, so she should be taught a lesson. Si Weiqi's sword slowly drew a
The perfect little circle, the clothes are flying like a fairy trying to fly away in the wind.
When she was halfway through the painting, it became clear that the lamas were getting worse. One of the lamas immediately raised his hands with his palms inward, first lifting them to his chest, and then slowly pushing them forward, using Qixun's footwork.
It seems like you are moving forward and then retreating, but in fact you are still staying where you are.
Their movements were extremely strange, completely different from ordinary martial arts moves. Another black-clothed lama raised his beads in the air, and the beads broke in the middle, shaking straight. One hundred and eight beads lined up one after another, like a row of beads.
It formed a straight line and shot towards Si Weiqi's left side. It was both beautiful and weird.
However, even though Si Weiqi was facing such a powerful offensive alone, she was still calm and calm, handling it with ease, and still had that elegant and calm attitude.
Dong Mengyao stood aside and naturally secretly rejoiced. If Si Weiqi did not win this round, her authority would naturally be discredited. Even if they were tied or both sides lost, it would be greatly compromised. Therefore, no matter what, she would
It was a fisherman's gain. From a certain perspective, her wishful thinking was indeed good. However, this also shows that she did not have full confidence in defeating Si Weiqi in a fair contest.
Si Weiqi picked up her sword and smiled. The sword light surged and shot towards the lama in front of her, faster than lightning.
The lama in red was shocked and shocked when he saw Si Weiqi still staying at the same place, but the sword in her hand seemed to have grown several feet longer.
"Good swordsmanship."
"Excellent!"
Si Weiqi shouted loudly, her sword pressed close to her body and danced rapidly. At the same time, the "puffy" sleeves of the lamas' robes pushed forward, and they clashed head-on with Si Weiqi's sword.
Si Weiqi's sword was too fast, and the lama's broad sleeves turned into pieces from the shoulders down, dancing in the air. At this time, the lamas' faces immediately turned pale, and they stepped back several times with their hands bare.
step.
At this moment, the lama in red suddenly shouted the Buddha's name, and those lamas immediately took out an iron bowl from their arms. They held the iron bowl in their hands and flew down from top to attack Si Weiqi.
The moves of these lamas were powerful, and their steps were treacherous. They cooperated with each other in an orderly manner, and were both offensive and defensive. In a hundred rounds with Si Weiqi, there was no winner.
Si Weiqi tried her best to avoid the iron bowl's attack, but on the other side, the lama in red took the opportunity to sneak attack. This was the only chance to defeat Si Weiqi. "Pop!" One hundred and eight other Buddhist beads shot out from his hand.
, bumped into Si Weiqi's sword net, and was immediately blown into pieces and flew away around her neck.
"This..." The people watching the battle couldn't stand it anymore.
"Bullying the few by bullying them is not a good thing."
"Hitting someone with an arrow in the dark, huh, what a villain does."
But even so, Si Weiqi was still not injured at all.
"Several venerables, if you have any other skills, just try them out!" Si Weiqi's words were like cold water poured on their faces.
"You..." Several lamas were shocked at the same time. Instead of retreating, they staggered forward two steps.
"Okay, let me show you our seven-star alms bowl array." After saying that, the lamas flung off their sleeves and their robes flew back wildly.
With a "ding" sound, Si Weiqi's sword hit the bottom of the bowl.
Si Weiqi's sword touched the alms bowl and bent immediately. Before long, Si Weiqi was bound to fall into a passive situation. At this moment, the lamas counted
With their palms flying, they all attacked Si Weiqi wildly.
In the end, they were unable to defend themselves, so they had to change their long-range attacks to close-range attacks.
The tip of Si Weiqi's sword trembled slightly, and the iron bowl spun up.
Although several lamas moved forward to attack, Si Weiqi still looked that leisurely. This kind of power was enough to make them lose confidence.
The flying bowl has arrived.
The red-clothed lama reached out with his hands and picked up the rapidly spinning flying bowl.
Seeing that the iron bowl had been firmly grasped by him, it strangely turned half a circle in his hands. His hands felt as if they were electrocuted, and he let out a pitiful groan as he took a few steps back uncontrollably.
Dong Mengyao and others who were watching were as dumbfounded as puppets.
In the vast shadow of the sword, several other lamas were seen advancing and retreating at an astonishing speed. However, they could never escape from Si Weiqi's sword circle.
The red-robed lama's face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he held the iron bowl motionless, looking at Si Weiqi in astonishment, and then stopped taking action.
Dong Mengyao sent a look to him, instructing him to continue attacking, winking, and almost didn't tell him clearly, but even so, the red lama didn't take another step and simply closed his eyes.
Dong Mengyao was naturally very regretful, and kept cursing in his mind that he was ignorant of the people he hired, and actually used such useless people as them. At the same time, he couldn't help but retreat in his heart, knowing that he might have shot himself in the foot today, and he would not be able to return the favor.
To lose face.
Just when she was in a hurry.
Suddenly, there was a "hiss..." sound.
The sound of the sword energy breaking through the air covered up all the noise.
Randomly, the sword shadow disappears.
All the lamas staggered back and returned to their original places.
Si Weiqi returned to the scabbard of her sword, with a solemn and holy look on her face, and a touching radiance on her pretty face, which made people have the urge to kneel down and worship.
With a "dang" sound, the heavy iron bowl fell from the red lama's hand to the ground.
Si Weiqi remained calm.
Several lamas saluted Si Weiqi together and said calmly: "We are heartily convinced that we have lost. Today we are lucky enough to fight against Miss Si. It is truly a blessing for us. Miss Si's character and martial arts make us admire us. We will immediately
We will return to Qinghai and Tibet together and never be born again."
"Several venerables have spoken harshly," Si Weiqi said politely.
The red-clothed lama respectfully said: "Miss Si, you have given us a glimpse of the art of swordsmanship, and we have benefited a lot. Please accept our thanks."
What a tribute to her.
"You are Welcome."
"I'll take my leave soon,"
"I won't send it."
Dong Mengyao was naturally extremely embarrassed. He coughed dryly, cupped his fists and saluted: "Miss Si is very skilled in martial arts, and I admire her. Since the masters are leaving, I will also resign."
Si Weiqi said gently: "Please!"
Everyone came suddenly, left suddenly, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.
Dong Mengyao's farce ended up being her own fault. Her making such a fuss gave Si Weiqi an excellent opportunity to regroup and calm people's hearts.
There was someone behind every step of this incident from the beginning to the present, and this person was hidden very deeply. At the beginning, Yun Rong took action against Faqiumen, which caused a stir. After that, the Guimen killer was involved,
Chapter completed!