I Honor

: Moco Finger

Zhenhe, who looks like a half-section of the iron tower, is also full of surprises, Junior Brother Zhending, no, why did “Crazy Saber” Su Meng return to Shaolin?

The Shaolin disciples who were expelled from the mountain gate seldom come back to Mount Liantai, unless they finally get enlightened, let go of the world of mortals, and truly become a monk, but Su Meng doesn’t look like it anyway.

As for coming back for revenge, he didn’t even think about it, let alone the eleventh in the list, even if the eleventh in the local list, he still can’t go to Shaolin to play wild.

Meng Qi looked at their expressions and couldn’t help laughing: “Why are the two senior brothers so so, Su is not a scourge.”

Zhende took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his inner emotions: “Benefactor Su, I don’t know what happened.”

“Su has something to meet with his family teacher, Xuanbei Divine Monk, and please pass it on to Senior Brother Zhende.” Meng Qi said with his hands behind his back, neither humble nor overbearing.

Zhende’s face changed slightly: “Benefactor Su, you have been kicked out of the mountain gate, and you can no longer call Master Xuan Bei as Master.”

Meng Qi laughed: “Brother Zhende, I never thought you would be so obsessed. The title is nothing but a coincidence. I call him Master, and I call him Xuanbei God Monk. Why bother about the difference?”

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

Zhende faltered, turned his head immediately, and went up the mountain, leaving a sentence: “Uncle Xuanbei is in retreat, I will help you inform Zhikeyuan.”

The master was in seclusion, no wonder there was so much commotion along the way, and he never came to meet Meng Qi nodded slightly, stepped into the pavilion and waited.

In the Banshan Pavilion, there are stone tables, stone chairs and steles. The first two are for visitors to rest, and the latter stands on the edge, engraved with Vajra Prajna ParamitaMany classics.

“So I heard it.” Meng Qi stood in front of the stele with his hands behind his back, reading the charm of the writing. The rows of small characters seem densely packed, but if you read them carefully, you will not feel dazzled. . There is no repetition, as if each holds a phase to prove that all phases are not phases, and the meaning of Zen is meaningful. It is worthy of being a Buddhist holy place where there are often Arhats and big Arhats town temples.

At this time, Zhenhe put away his surprise and shock, and quietly looked at Meng Qi, only to see that he didn’t have the slightest impatience to wait, the green robe was flowing, and the lapel was slightly moving. With hands behind their backs, reading Buddhist scriptures, the indescribably calm and inexhaustible Yuanshui Yuezhi.

Zhenhe suddenly recalled the past. In the past, when he competed with Junior Brother Zhending, he was overwhelmed by his aura and was so frightened that his legs went limp.

At that time. I just thought that Junior Brother Zhending is very talented in martial arts, and I am afraid that he will have some achievements in the future, but who knows that this “future” will come so quickly, it has only been a few years. He surpassed the true book and the really wonderful brother, and made a great name in the arena, the eleventh in the list, almost on the same level as the little uncle Xuanzhen

Now look at his temperament. Really have the attitude of a master.

Meng Qi savored the Buddhist scriptures contained in the stele, his mind was peaceful, and he thought of the sixth generation Patriarch of Shaolin who carved this stele in the past. The Yuankong monk who has obtained the golden body of Arhat.

The mountain wind blew past, making his green robe flutter, but it couldn’t blow his irritability and eagerness.

Zhenhe was unfamiliar with Meng Qi, so he couldn’t find anything to say, so he had to stay by his side, waiting for Zhende to come back.

Not long after, Zhende returned together with a Zhike wearing a yellow monk robe.

“Amitabha, why did Su benefactor pay homage to Junior Brother Xuan Bei?” Zhike raised his hands and proclaimed the Buddha’s name. He was a monk of Xuan’s generation.

When they approached, Meng Qi turned away from the stele, and said with a smile, “Master, could it be that he must have something important to do when an old friend comes to visit?”

Zhike often deals with outsiders, so he didn’t care about his title, he laughed and said: “Normally, but Junior Brother Xuan Bei is in retreat, if Master Su has important matters, the poor monk has to consider alarming him in advance, if it’s just reminiscing about the old days , then please benefactor Su come back next time.”

“I don’t know if Junior Brother Zhenhui is in retreat.” Meng Qi turned to ask Zhenhui, counting the time, he should have come out by the time.

The Zhike monk knew about Meng Qi’s entanglement with the temple, and he knew that he would ask Zhenhui, so he said without thinking: “Nephew Zhenhui has not come out face the wall for a long time, so he doesn’t need to retreat for a long time.”

“Then I’ll pay him a visit.” Meng Qi said with a smile, with an expression that I didn’t mind.

The Zhike monk nodded and said, “Please benefactor Su.”

He led Meng Qi up the mountain path, and all he could see were the memories of the past. There was the place where the water was carried, and there was the place where he almost slipped and fell. A faint sense of vicissitudes suddenly appeared in Meng Qi’s heart.

Walking forward for a while, there was an additional monk on the mountain road, wearing a yellow robe, gentle and gentle, like a scholar better than a monk, it was Meng Qi’s teaching monk in the Wu Monastery back then, Zhen Miao, two of the true descendants of Shaolin One of the disciples.

They are said to be two big ones, but in fact there are more than one. There are also new beginners emerging one after another, some with outstanding martial arts talents, and some from Su Hui, but due to the short time, no one has caught up with him and Zhenben.

“Amitabha, benefactor Su is safe and well.” Zhenmiao made a special trip to wait for Meng Qi.

Behind him, at the bend of the mountain road, many gray-robed disciples poked their heads, as if they wanted to see the legendary Mang King Kong, who was actually the first person of his generation.

Among them was a monk who was particularly eye-catching, because he was wearing a yellow robe, his eyes were slightly narrow and long, and he had a dark demeanor. He was also an acquaintance of Meng Qi, Xuankong, a monk of the Discipline Academy.

Could it be that he wants to instigate me to compete with Zhenmiao? Zhenmiao is a competitive person. At that time, he couldn’t help but compete with me who was not yet enlightened. And it’s even better than before, Brother Zhenmiao will miss you.”

Zhenmiao took a deep breath: “It’s so good. The poor monk can still vividly remember what happened in the monk’s academy in the past. Who knows that Su’s benefactor has become famous all over the world. I don’t know if I can guide you today.”

He hasn’t traveled down the mountain yet, and he has heard all the stories about the rivers and lakes, and he is basically on the point of learning from the masters of the Xuanzi generation. He can’t wait to try the weight of the masters and find his own gap.

In his opinion, he is also close to Qiqiao, and he has mastered the two exterior scenes of Mo Kezhi. There should be no essential difference with Su Meng and Qingyu of Qiqiao. If it was not for the complete mastery of one of the styles, he would have broken through Tongren Lane, went down the mountain to see.

Xuankong stared at the two of them intently, his gloomy eyes revealing anticipation. He didn’t expect that Zhenmiao, who had no real experience in life-and-death combat, could win against Su Meng. Displeased.

Meng Qi could probably grasp their emotions and didn’t care. With a chuckle: “Mo Ke Zhi, who was unable to meet his senior brother in the monk’s academy in the past, has always been quite regretful, and today he made up for it.”

He is a guest from afar, if he is not willing, no one can force him to compete.

Zhenmiao said solemnly: “The real book has been practiced into the seven unique schools, but the poor monk has to cross the river with Mo Kezhi and a reed, Su benefactor, please.”

As the host, it is natural to let the guests make the move first.

Meng Qi smiled and shook his head: “Brother please.”

The masters who are about to be in the top ten of the list, how can they make the first move when they are discussing each other?It’s wonderfully competitive. After pondering for a while, he pushed the boat along the water, raised his right hand, and his body fell like fluttering catkins with the wind. With his two fingers together, he pointed towards Meng Qi.

This finger suddenly filled Meng Qi’s entire line of sight, at most, at most. Zhisheng, whoosh refers to the wind blowing from every angle, impermanent and uncertain, and the moves are like antelope hanging horns. Without a trace.

The finger wind keeps accumulating, almost earth-shattering

At the beginning, Meng Qi used the location move, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he leisurely drew out the saber, with a rounded movement. To accommodate the void, most of the finger winds were thrown directly into it.

With a swing of the saber, Meng Qi followed the momentum of the saber. It seemed to shrink the ground into an inch, and it crossed the siege of the finger wind at once, and got close to Zhenmiao.

Seeing Meng Qi dodge his exterior trick, Zhenmiao’s face changed slightly, and he pointed to the blade with both fingers, trying to resist.

But the light of the saber was like a lamp in the world of mortals, igniting all kinds of desires in his heart, and the desire to win was burning, so he slowed down his moves.

After the “Heavenly Injury” broke through the defense, it was retracted directly. Meng Qi said leisurely:

“Good fingering, but unfortunately the timing is wrong.”

The way of fighting has never been just to use ultimate moves and bottom-of-the-box methods. If the timing is not right, it is easy to be dodged by others, and your efforts will be wasted. Therefore, when Meng Qi and Qing Yu fight each other, they always use sword skills. Bo, after grasping the flaws and opportunities, he broke out his ultimate move and seized the chance of winning. Therefore, in front of the mountain temple, after the death of Luohun Xiao, the Lieyan Demon did not choose the bottom-of-the-box method when facing Meng Qi who was rushing, because At that time, Meng Qi’s movements were changing like magic, and the distance was far away. If he didn’t pay attention, he would be dodged. When he was suppressed by Meng Qi, he couldn’t find a chance to use outside moves.

When Meng Qi faced An Guoxie for the first time, he didn’t use “Duan Qingjing” in a hurry. Instead, he wisely used phantom to deceive him first, and then acted after finding a good opportunity.

Really wonderful actual combat experience is still too little, and the ultimate move is only useful when the strength is stubborn or violent

Zhenmiao was stunned at first, as if in a nightmare, and couldn’t believe that he had lost so quickly. After hearing Meng Qi’s words, he was slightly relieved, with a thoughtful expression on his face: “Thank you, Benefactor Su, for your teaching.”

He wanted to win for a moment just now, he forgot the teacher’s teachings on weekdays, and he finally realized that what he got on paper was shallow.

The monks of the real generation have different expressions, all of them can’t believe it. Between the two moves, Brother Zhenmiao was defeated. Is it true or enlightened?

At this time, Xuankong snorted coldly: “Ananda’s breaking the precepts of the saber technique is not just using Shaolin magical skills, what kind of ability is it?”

Meng Qi laughed heartily, strode forward, raised his long saber, and following the saber’s movement, he was in front of Xuankong in a breath.

This knife fell very slowly, but it contained countless changes, and each change was as fast as an afterimage, as if every dodge position and every possibility of Xuankong’s response were sealed.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xuankong’s forehead, as if he was trapped in an inescapable panic dream, unable to find a way to escape or parry. He slammed down the long knife.

The change was derivative, the long knife directly passed through his palms and fell on his forehead, Xuankong’s legs couldn’t help trembling slightly.

Meng Qi put the knife back into its sheath, laughed loudly and said:

“Uncle Xuankong, this saber is not a Shaolin magic skill.”

He moved slightly in his blue robe, with a long knife on his waist, he crossed Xuan Kong without looking back, and stepped up the steps with laughter.

In the past, Xuan Kong, who could easily suppress himself no matter his strength or status, can’t even take a single blow from himself now.

Looking at his unrestrained and unrestrained back, the monks of the true generation feel yearning and reverence.

As soon as he arrived outside the gate of the temple, Meng Qi saw a gray-robed figure rushing out, and said in a familiar but not the least bit unfamiliar way:

“Brother, you are back, tell me about the battle with Shouzhengjian, Shocking Baili, and Wufang Emperor Sword”

Let me go, haven’t seen each other for more than two years, shouldn’t normal people have a little estrangement and gradually get to know each other again?

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