I Honor

Seven: The Proud Son of Heaven

Chanxinyuan is the place where Shaolin receives guests. It is composed of multiple courtyards. At this time, a large bare forest stands and a thin layer of snow covers it.

Meng Qi waved his broom to clean up the remaining snow in the courtyard. Suddenly, the door of a side room opened, and a little Taoist priest with a bun on his head stood by the door and shouted, “Little monk Wuna, the room is a bit dirty, come and clean it.”

“Okay, benefactor.” Meng Qi saluted with one hand, carried the broom and walked towards the wing room, and the little Taoist priest who still had a little childishness had already returned to the room.

Meng Qi went to the door, looked inside, and saw seven or eight people in the room, all of them were dressed in different colors, which were much more eye-catching than the monotonous Shaolin costumes.

Eh, there seems to be another girl, Meng Qi, who didn’t dare to look carefully, lest he lose his manners, but with a hasty glance just now, he seemed to see a girl in a light yellow dress.

It seems that Shaolin in this world does not prohibit female guests from entering. Meng Qi carefully walked over several guests, intending to clean up the broken teacups on the ground.

Suddenly, a foot stretched out from nowhere, just in front of Meng Qi’s.

Meng Qi didn’t have time to retract his legs, so he tripped over it and felt his body lose his center of gravity, so he stumbled forward and crawled forward.

Amidst the surprise, Meng Qi vaguely saw that the person who was trying to trip him was the little Taoist priest with the bun just now. He had profound features, and the most striking thing was his pair of thick black eyebrows that looked like two flying knives. At this time, he didn’t even look at Meng Qi, but stared at Meng Qi’s front with piercing eyes.

Meng Qi waved his arms, trying to keep his balance and avoid falling, but the little Taoist grasped the timing of stretching his feet so well that he couldn’t regain his center of gravity. He could only sadly see the ground getting closer, and imagined He fell into a pitiful appearance like a dog eating shit.

At this time, a light yellow color came into Meng Qi’s eyes, and then, a long sword wrapped in a heavy copper-green scabbard appeared inexplicably like a flying bird, and gently touched Meng Qi’s chest.

The long sword was so lightly used that Meng Qi could hardly feel any pain, but the angle and strength of it were just right, and Meng Qi stopped the falling trend and regained his balance in one fell swoop.

Meng Qi raised his head in a daze, and happened to see a bright and unconventional face. She had black eyebrows and big eyes, her black hair was simply rolled up and draped down smoothly, and she was wearing a light yellow dress. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old. Years old, but can’t see any immature color.

Her pink lips parted slightly, and her voice was as clear as an oriole: “Xuantianzong calls himself the Taoist Emperor of Heaven, and he is such a Taoist who bullies children.”

Hmph, the little Taoist priest from Xuantianzong didn’t answer, but just hummed softly.

The girl turned her head to look at Meng Qi, and suddenly laughed, with two dimples looming around her mouth, making her look very sweet: “Little monk, don’t worry about that bad guy, he just wants to use you to test my sword skills.”

Having said that, she pursed her lips slightly, and raised her head slightly: “But even if he sees my sword skills, so what?”

She didn’t say it directly, but Meng Qi felt a kind of pride and confidence in his own strength.

“Thank you for saving me, miss.” Meng Qi subconsciously thanked him as he stood still.

The girl withdrew her long sword, and laughed loudly: “You are more like a son of a family, not a young monk, you should be called a benefactor.”Then she turned her long sword upside down and saluted: “Well, my name is Jiang Zhiwei, a disciple of Xijiange, I am really sorry to have you involved in our fight.”

At this time, the little Taoist priest of Xuantianzong snorted again: “I just didn’t expect Shaolin disciples to be so weak that they would stumble and fall casually.”

His eyebrows were raised, matching the childishness on his face, showing a bit of bravado.

“He’s just a handyman monk, why don’t you let me measure your handyman’s martial arts to see if he’s as strong as you?” Jiang Zhiwei sarcastically said with a smile on his lips.

“You…” the little Taoist stood up at once.

“What are you doing?” A deep voice suddenly sounded from the door.

Meng Qi looked back and saw a young man in gossip gown walking in with his hands behind his back. He had long eyebrows, a straight nose, and eyes like lightning.

At first glance, Meng Qi thought that this handsome and masculine man was in his twenties, but after a closer look, he could see from his eyebrows that he was probably only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The temperament is very mature, Meng Qi suppressed the anger and aggrieved emotions just now, and commented secretly.

“Senior brother Zhang, Qingjing tripped this little monk to test my sword skills.” Jiang Zhiwei simply stated the matter without adding any details.

Brother Zhang looked at Qingjing, and said in a dignified manner without anger: “Since you have left the mountain gate, your every move represents Xuantianzong, don’t lose face.”

“Yes, Senior Brother Zhang.” The little Taoist replied with some grievances, but it seemed that Senior Brother Zhang had a high prestige among the young disciples of various factions, and the others in the room were silent, and no one spoke for Qingjing.

“I was too reckless.” The little Taoist turned to Meng Qi and said, then turned his head quickly.

Meng Qi took a deep breath, didn’t say anything extra, just said: “Young monk is sure.”

Senior Brother Zhang nodded lightly, and said to Meng Qi: “Junior Brother Zhending, I am Zhang Yuanshan from the Zhenwu School, and friends from all schools value me. They call me Senior Brother. I hope you will forgive me for what happened today.”

It’s just my own low martial arts. Meng Qi didn’t say that. He nodded, indicating that he wouldn’t take such trivial matters to heart. Then he clasped his hands together, uttered a Buddha’s name in a low voice, buried his head in cleaning the floor, and exited the room.

“This little monk has a bit of backbone.” From a distance, Meng Qi vaguely heard Jiang Zhiwei’s comment.

Back at the handyman’s yard, there was still some time before lunch, but Meng Qi was in a difficult mood and wanted to practice kung fu urgently, but the “Hundred Days of Foundation Building” had already been completed, and there was no kung fu method for “Storing Qi in Meditation”, so he had to hide in the In the meditation room, he practiced Arhat boxing over and over again to temper his physical body.

At lunch time, Zhenhui and the others did not come back. It is said that they were arranged to clean up the Bodhidharma Court, where the disciples of various sects competed and learned from each other.

It wasn’t until late at night that Meng Qi saw Zhenyan, Zhenhui and the others come back, his face was full of excitement, and they communicated with each other endlessly.

“The competition will start in the afternoon.” Meng Qi asked quickly as his heart moved.

Zhenhui nodded vigorously: “Well, it’s so exciting, but it’s a pity that you are not here, brother.”

Mantra nodded slightly, and then sighed: “Their age is almost the same as mine, but their martial arts are ten times that of mine, hey”

This sentence suddenly popped up in Meng Qi’s mind, and he asked curiously, “Who is the final winner?”

“The end is wonderful, long sword, Taoist priest,” Zhenhui said excitedly, shaking his hands, but his language was so chaotic that Meng Qi couldn’t understand it.

Mantra smiled and said: “The final decisive battle is between Zhang Yuanshan of the Zhenwu sect and Jiang Zhiwei from Xijiange. Hehe, they defeated young disciples from various sects, including Zhenmiao and Zhenben.”

Mantra gloated over the defeat of the two brothers who entered the temple together.

“Zhenwu Sect, Xijian Pavilion” Xuan Xin walked over at some point, “Hey, the young disciples of these two sects met unexpectedly.”

“The road to the enemy is narrow.” Meng Qi felt that the relationship between Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei was not bad.

Xuan Xin clicked his tongue: “Taoism has a magical skill comparable to Tathagata’s palm, called the Seven Swords of Jietian, which has been lost for a long time. The foundation of the Zhenwu School and the Xijiange Li School are respectively one of them. Between each other, hey, and The relationship between King Kong Temple and my Shaolin is similar, and Xijiange only respects Taoist ancestors and does not enter Taoism, so who will lose in the end?”

“Zhenwu faction Zhang Yuanshan lost to Miss Jiang Zhiwei by half a move.” Zhenyan quickly replied, he said this according to the evaluation of the first empty-seeing monk in the Bodhidharma Academy.

Xuan Xin was stunned for a moment: “The little girl from Xijian Pavilion won, won’t she be another Su Wuming, hehe, be careful, it’s very easy to break.”

The monks discussed this martial arts competition very late. After returning to the meditation room, Meng Qi couldn’t calm down for a long time. Thinking of Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei who were like dragons and phoenixes among others, and thinking about himself, he was really irritated.

The bright moon outside the window shines through the thin clouds, reflecting a clear and shallow scenery in front of the bed.

“When will I be able to leave the handyman’s courtyard and really start practicing martial arts?” Meng Qi thought about it, couldn’t hold back, and decided to ask Zhenguan and Zhenying, two handyman monks who had been working for many years. Master Xuanzang arranged himself in the Here, there must be his purpose.

“Brother Zhenguan, brother Zhenying, do you know how to get out of the handyman’s yard? Or do you have any specific requirements?” As long as the requirements are clear and not single-minded, Meng Qi thinks that he isThere is hope.

Hearing this sentence, the sleepy one should sit up and laugh loudly: “It took a lot of thinking to enter Shaolin, but three years and three years, I have been trapped here, and there are two years left, and I have to be arrested.” Sent out of the temple, nothing is achieved, haha, nothing is achieved, how can I face the elders at home?”

His laugh was worse than crying, and he felt like a cuckoo crying blood.

“Out of the handyman’s yard, in the past seven years, I haven’t seen anyone succeed. That bald donkey Xuan Ku is simply talking big and tricking us into being coolies.” Zhen Guan said through gritted teeth, as if he wanted to eat someone’s flesh and blood.

Hearing their answers, Meng Qi’s hopes that had just arisen were quenched by a basin of cold water, and he was at a loss.

Zhenying and Zhenguan quarreled for a while, then fell silent again, and fell into a state of “autism” again, while Zhenhui’s breathing became longer and longer, and he was obviously asleep.

Looking out the window, Meng Qi couldn’t fall asleep. He felt like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to break free no matter what. His emotions of anxiety, eagerness, and frustration kept coming and going.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Qi fell into a dream.

The moonlight was like water, shining on Meng Qi’s body, as if covering him with a veil. Suddenly, his chest glowed with a blue green color, which was very strange. :