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Yanwu Hall One Overlord (please click for recommendation)

With the long breathing rhythm, Meng Qi’s internal energy is released from the dantian, turns through three passes, passes through the door of life, enters the Niwan, and finally converges in the Shanzhong, snow and snow descends, and all rivers return to the sea.

After a few weeks like this, Meng Qi gradually mastered the secrets of “Shaolin Heart Technique”, so he sank his breath and opened his eyes.

At this time, Xuan Chi, who taught the mind method just now, has disappeared, and the sound of punching to the flesh came from the quiet room.

Meng Qi’s heart moved, he stood up, and was about to walk out of the quiet room and enter the Great Hall of Martial Arts.

It’s not that he doesn’t pay attention to the cultivation of internal strength, but that apart from being assigned to patrol or be on duty, the current self can only touch Jie Dao and practice sword skills in the Yanwu Hall. As for carrying Zhou Tian and enhancing internal strength, you can wait until The Great Hall of Martial Arts is closed, and we will do it after returning to the meditation room.

“Junior brother, let’s go out together.” Seeing that Zhenhui had also opened his eyes, Meng Qi asked casually.

Zhenhui’s face was ruddy, her eyes were dazed, as if she had just woken up, when asked by Meng Qi, she said embarrassedly: “Senior brother, that hot mouse is very fun, I want to practice my mind for a while.”

“Well, it’s time for you to lay the foundation, try to open up the dantian as soon as possible.” Meng Qi smiled, pushed open the door of the quiet room, and returned to the hall.

In the left corner of the Martial Arts Hall, there is a weapon rack, mainly long sticks and knives, mixed with a small amount of long swords and other things. Two deacon monks in yellow clothes stand on each side to prevent accidental injuries when monks practice duel.

Meng Qi looked around and saw that Zhen Yong was exercising Arhat boxing with others to the core, so he didn’t go up to say hello, went straight to the weapon rack, picked up an unsharpened Jie Dao, weighed it, and placed it Open the posture, practice slowly and clumsily from the beginning to the end according to the five tigers breaking the door knife technique given by Qi Xia.

A deacon monk next to him saw Meng Qi practicing the saber, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes, his gaze was like lightning. After watching for a while, he found that Meng Qi was practicing the most basic and common saber technique. He shook his head and turned his head., Continue to pay attention to the duel training of other monks.

Meng Qi used every move, and gradually forgot everything around him, and immersed himself in his own world of saber techniques, wielding the saber like the wind, unrestrained and unrestrained, and constantly comparing the cheats to correct his own mistakes.

After an unknown amount of time, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Meng Qi’s forehead, he put away his knife and returned to his body, savoring the harvest just now.

“Phew, if you can achieve this level of effect by practicing the saber every day, you will be able to master this saber technique in about a month.” Meng Qi exhaled, secretly delighted, then put on his posture again and waved the Jiedao.

This time, Meng Qi’s “Five Tigers Breaking Doors Knife” seemed quite messy, because he had already focused on his own footsteps, and the saber technique was only to cover up that he was practicing the “Eight Steps of God’s Walk”. So as not to be discovered by the deacon monk.

Half an hour later, Meng Qi, who had a good memory, roughly memorized the footwork of the “Eight Steps of God’s Walk”. With the addition of internal strength, it was not difficult to improve luck. However, not to mention mastery, Meng Qi The feeling of self is still far away, as if something is separated by a layer, hazy, and can’t be pierced. At present, I can only remember the complicated steps, which is useless at all.

“It seems that we have to practice in combination with actual combat to find the knack of this gait.” After practicing all night, Meng Qi was also exhausted. After reinserting Jie Dao on the weapon rack, he walked towards Zhenyong.

“Huh, Junior Brother Zhending, you have mastered the Shaolin mind.” Zhenyong half-bowed his body, put his hands on his knees, and panted heavily. The previous sparring sessions exhausted him a lot.

Meng Qi smiled and said: “Brother Zhenyong, you forgot that I have already opened up the dantian.”

“Yes, look at my brain.” Zhenyong patted his bald head, and slowly straightened his waist, “Go back to the meditation room now.”

The meditation room of the Wu Monk Academy is shared by two people, and Meng Qi and Zhen Hui live next door to Zhen Yong.

Meng Qi nodded, and was about to say to call Zhenhui, when he suddenly saw a burly and strong monk slamming into another monk viciously in front of him.

With a bang, the thinner monk was knocked back a few steps, looking at the opposite side in shock and anger, but before he could speak, the tall monk who bumped into him said viciously: “You hit me! Do you want to practice a duel with me, well, let’s practice”

The thinner monk’s face turned pale, and there was obvious fear in his expression, but he didn’t refuse, he put on a posture, and fought with the tall and fierce monk.

In the end, there was no accident. The monk was punched two or three times by the burly monk and broke through the defense. He was beaten up, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he staggered towards the gate of the Yanwu Hall.

And the bully-like monk waved his fist triumphantly, showing off to his companions around him.

Meng Qi was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and said to Zhen Yong next to him, “That’s fine too.”

There were eight deacon monks nearby watching, he dared to commit malicious provocations, beating his fellow monks and other crimes, and the monks who were beaten didn’t even ask for help. Where is the Shaolin discipline?

Although where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, bullying and being bullied, but Meng Qi thought that Shaolin also has eminent monks who have achieved righteous results.

Zhenyong whispered authentically: “His Dharma name is Zhenquan, he entered the temple three years ago, and now he has just accumulated a small amount of energy. He likes to use the rules to bully the weak in the Yanwu Hall.”

“Rules” Meng Qi asked suspiciously.

Zhenyong smiled and said: “This is the rule of our monk academy. Anyone who is in the martial arts hall must not refuse any monk’s request for duel training. After all, if you are walking in the rivers and lakes, if someone wants to kill you, you can’t say I don’t want to fight you, right? This is also a way for us to get acquainted with the forced battle in advance. However, there is also a distinction in the courtyard. Any monk who is close to the full energy storage is not allowed to enter here, and there is another exclusive for them. Martial arts hall.”

“The real measure is to grasp this point and choose monks who have conflicts with him on weekdays to practice duels. As for bumping into people, this is a reasonable provocation in the Yanwu Hall to help monks get used to similar situations and effectively restrain themselves. Mood swings.”

Meng Qi nodded, and understood the reason: “But whether the practice is malicious or kind, deacons, uncles and brothers should be able to see it.”

“I heard that Zhenliang has an older brother in the Discipline Academy.” Zhenyong whispered, “So as long as you don’t violate the precepts, the deacons, uncles and brothers will turn a blind eye. .”

Meng Qi thought of the struggling monks in the handyman’s courtyard, and said hey: “This kind of people can be admitted to the monk’s courtyard. I thought Master Xuanku was the real upright person.”

“It is said that Master Xuanku was only in charge of the first few batches, and other deacons and uncles selected the latter. Anyway, when the masters and uncles come to select direct disciples in the future, they will consider their daily performance.” Zhen Yong I have no prejudice against Xuan Ku.

Meng Qi reviewed his arbitrariness, narrowed his eyes and looked at the truth of talking and laughing loudly with others.

“Hey, what I need most is actual combat training, and I am worried that there is no suitable candidate.” Suddenly, he walked over.

The pressure of death in the reincarnation world made him unable to scruple too much, and if he was expelled from Shaolin because of this, his wish would be fulfilled.

Seeing Meng Qi walking towards Zhenliang, Zhenyong didn’t understand what was going on for a while, but just looked at his back slightly blankly.

“Hmph, why notKen helped me clean the yard. “Zhen Quan looked at the entrance of the main hall.

A monk next to him laughed lowly and said, “He doesn’t know how powerful you are, senior brother. Who can beat you in the entire Great Hall of Martial Arts?”

“Haha, I usually see me as kind, so I think I’m easy to dismiss.” Zhenquan laughed.

At this time, Meng Qi walked up to him, and with a shoulder, he knocked him away with a slap.

Zhenquan took a few steps back and looked at Meng Qi in disbelief. He usually bumps into others to provoke him, but today he really dared to bump into himself.

Meng Qi exchanged his left and right hands with a half-smile, squeezed his fist, looked at the truth and said: “You bumped into me, do you want to practice a duel with me, well, let’s practice.”

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The reversed situation stunned Zhenliang, and the companions beside him looked at Meng Qi in disbelief. This little monk who came out of nowhere looks handsome, why is he so brainless?

This must be too bold

As soon as Zhenyong’s face changed, he was about to step forward to stop him, but he suddenly remembered that Zhenmiao had lost to Zhending in the afternoon, so he slowed down and looked at the two with a smile.

“Damn bastard” really came back to his senses, bursting into anger, only he bullied others, who could have someone else’s turn to provoke him

He also imitated Meng Qi’s left and right hands and squeezed each other’s fists, making a rattling sound of joints, and said ferociously: “Okay, let’s practice it so that you don’t cry and beg for mercy, I’ll be your junior brother.”

The deacon monks around did not change their eyes, as if there was no conflict at all.

As soon as the words fell, the real amount rushed towards Meng Qi, making a vigorous gesture.

After half a stick of incense, smack, slap, and Meng Qi punched Zhenquan who was lying on the ground a few times. With the terrified and dreamy expressions of the monks around him, he stood up and patted the monk’s robe leisurely: “Accepted!” , Hey, Junior Brother, you still need to practice your martial arts more.”

In the fight just now, Meng Qi was first familiar with the “Eight Steps of God’s Walk” and “Arhat Fist”. It was very difficult for a while, which made Zhen Quan very excited. It seemed that he had seen Meng Qi being beaten up by himself and howling, but then As Meng Qi became more proficient, he was eager to stop and think about what he had gained, and he launched a fierce offensive. With the help of the iron cloth shirt and the aura of life-and-death struggles, he quickly knocked the truth to the ground and beat him up.

“Junior Brother” gritted his teeth and growled, completely unbelievable that he would lose. He clearly had the upper hand a few breaths ago, but why did this little monk turn into a scourge in an instant, and his fist hit him? like tickling him

Meng Qi moved his eyes down and looked at Zhenliang: “Hey, Junior Brother seems to be still not convinced, let’s continue.”

Facing this guy who looked more like a bully than himself, Zhenliang had no choice but to grit his teeth, stopped talking, and slowly got up.

Meng Qi was proficient in Arhat boxing, and also vaguely grasped the essence of the “eight steps of the gods”. It was just when the body and mind were at ease, and he looked around, looking eager to find someone to practice again.

With a whimper, the surrounding monks dispersed like birds and beasts.

“It’s really shameless.” Meng Qi shook his head, and looked at the bruised and swollen face again.

Zhenquan shivered inexplicably, and ran away without even thinking about it.

“Junior Brother Zhending, your practice of kung fu is really extraordinary.” Zhenyong came up to compliment, and at this time, Zhenhui also came out of the quiet room.

Therefore, Meng Qi suppressed his fighting spirit and went back to the meditation room together with them to practice “Shaolin Heart Method”.

On the second day, it was still carrying water, learning characters, and practicing exercises. At the end, Zhenmiao stood in front of Meng Qi with her hands behind her back: “Junior Zhending, are you ready?”

“Okay.” Meng Qi replied in a deep voice, and stood out of the team. Fighting against the strong made him both stressed and excited. :