The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Quickly converged, Meng Qi turned around and looked at Zhenhui with a serious face: "Brother, I just went down and ordered dinner. Little brother, you are breaking through the critical stage of gas accumulation. How can you remember that? Play? Hurry up! "

Zhenhui and the "Huahuazhi" are indeed very close. When it is time to break through, this speed can rank among the top five among the monks who have cultivated the "Huahuazhi" in the past.

Zhenhui focused her head, then looked at Meng Qi eagerly: "Brother, I want to eat roast lamb leg."

"Haha, there is not much here, there are as many sheep and camels as possible!" Meng Qi laughed and replied. After Zhenhui resumed meditation practice, she walked into the corridor, closed the door with her backhand, and thought silently, little master, I'm afraid I can't give you some roast lamb legs this time. If you see you in the future, I will compensate you for ten roast lamb legs!

He also knew that the chance of escaping from Master might be small, but there must be some hope and optimism in life, and he tried to run away so many times, fighting with wisdom, and he consciously learned a lot, which is equivalent to a hard practice. Master estimates It was also in this regard that I did not warn myself that I could not run away and "played" this "game" with myself.

Of course, if he could escape, Meng Qi would not give up. Gein himself seemed to be followed by the Disciplinary Academy, and there were six secrets of the Lord of the Reincarnation. His martial arts were special, and he would be caught if he was not careful. I found that it is very dangerous, and it is naturally better to leave early.

Therefore, Meng Qi continued to spread out, wrapped his body, and touched downstairs.

His steps were careful, for fear of alarming Master, while optimistically imagining his life after escape:

"Go out of the quicksand episode and go back. As long as you enter the" Kan Licheng ", Master can't find me. At that time, go to Zhenwu to find Brother Zhang. He is open-minded and affectionate. Don't mind me. Desperate, and his family is one of the three major surnames of the Zhenwu sect. I followed him, and I certainly did not worry about the source of the elixir. After four tips, I formally walked the rivers and lakes, looking for treasures, and broke the name.

"But the true martial arts are martial arts, with many eyes and miscellaneous, and the relationship with Shaolin is very good. If you are not careful, you will be found a secret of identity, causing a lot of trouble, and it is always not good to leave people behind. I am a self-respecting person. Or else to go to Xijiange to find Weiwei, she should almost go down the mountain to travel and polish her sword. Hehe, by then, the golden girl and the young girl joined forces to break through the rivers and lakes. It was so beautiful, so pleasant, and so eye-catching! "

"No, it's not quite right to be noticeable ... Isn't this looking for Shaolin? Was it still waiting for three or four years, tall, mature, unrecognizable by someone who is not really familiar with it? Find Weiwei to break through the rivers and lakes. "

"Well, first go to Huanhua Jianpai to find Brother Qi. After he successfully opened up, he has applied for guarding the foreign sentiment industry. No one is in control, no one pays attention. Haha, he just decided so happily.

Meng Qi's eyes brightened, and he passed the lobby with great anticipation for the future, and then ran out of the door of the inn, towards a free life.

Just then, a sudden sound came from his ear:

"Really, order a vegetarian chicken for the teacher."

Su Ji ... Su Ji ... Meng Qi's expression was dull, and finally he was depressed, and he whispered, "Yes, Master."

Sure enough, Master is watching from behind ...

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the lobby, at which point the noisy guests were scattered and several tables were vacated.

"Little Master, what are you going to do?" Xiaotang, a young man from Paotang, is young, with a clear eyebrow and a smile, and is not at all as ignorant as Qu Jiuniang. He is a "visitor, I am your mother".

Don't you say that there are all kinds of employees for every boss? Meng Qi thought with amusement, his mood recovered a lot, and he said, "Grilled lamb leg, vegetarian chicken ..."

"Good!" Xiao Er shouted at the table while wiping the table.

After ordering and drinking the tea sent by Xiao Er, Meng Qi had not had time to mourn his failed 103rd escape, and Xuan Bei and Zhen Hui came downstairs.

"Brother, did you order the roast lamb leg?" Zhenhui licked her lips.

Meng Qi lamented in his heart, but on the surface he calmly said, "Click."

Xuan Bei was still melancholy. He asked the second person who came over to pour water with tea: "Door, what's the news from the west recently?"

Since he couldn't escape for the time being, Meng Qi was also very concerned about this issue and looked at Xiao Er.

"Returning to the mage, in addition to the horse bandits, and robbing several caravans, the only big thing is that the crying old man who has been missing for many years returns to the rivers and lakes and becomes the master of 'Hale'. To the west, the country and oasis east of the desert of the buried gods are united, like Dajin and Dazhou in your Central Plains. "Xiao Erhui has yellowish hair and curly hair, and is a standard Westerner.

"That's the courage ..." Meng Qi sighed. If he can complete his great cause, the crying old man can also be regarded as the first emperor in the Western Regions.

In admiration, Meng Qi suddenly found that Master's face was not right. Normally, he was melancholic except when he praised himself and Zhenhui, but at this time, his face was sinking like water, but there was no gloom.

"Master, do you know 'Crying Old Man'?" Meng Qi could only guess.

Xuan Bei looked at the tea cup in his hand and said with a faint emotion: "The crying old man, whose real name is unknown, the grandmaster of the top location, is active in the Longjin of the Jin Dynasty, the dead sea and the desert of the burial gods. He ranks 33rd in the list. The exercises are 'Kuangsha Shen Gong' and 'Evil Soul Eighteen Shots', which are called Gai Dai's fierceness. "

"It's so powerful ..." Meng Qi is no longer a little monk with little insight. He will not be ranked as a crying old man until he is ranked 33rd when he hears the list, but he doesn't think it's worth crying. Coupled with the hidden world, the dead world, or the unknown master, the crying old man is also the top sixty horror characters in the world.

Xuan Bei saw Xiao Er greet others, sighed softly, and whispered, "It must be hard to look for my teacher?"

"Master, you have resentment against the crying old man?" Zhenhui hit the nail on the head and did not hide her consciousness.

Meng Qi laughed secretly, but fortunately, there was a dull little master, otherwise he was really hard to ask.

Xuan Bei looked at a little tea that floated up and down, and the melancholy became thick: "Tang Zhan, the popular name of the teacher, is considered to be the best master on the Ganlong Road. He can only step into the ranks of the guru. Once when escorting a friend to the 'Buried God Mountain' where King Kong Monastery is located, he killed a prostitute who had murdered many heroines and girls. "

"Who knows, that **** thief has a good master, called 'The Heavenly Desolate Master'. He can't fight as a teacher, and he doesn't kill his disciples. When he was a teacher before returning to Ganlong Road, he raided Zhuangzi as a teacher. The old and weak women were slaughtered cleanly. Only one old servant escaped with two young children who were teachers. They searched all the way west for teachers. Unfortunately, they were caught up before entering the Hanhai ... "

He spoke plainly, without seeing ups and downs, but Meng Qi somehow heard the thick loneliness and deep-seated hatred inside.

"After I learned this for my teacher, there was a sense of disillusionment that had been awakened in the 35-year-old dream. I hated it. The fire of revenge burned my heart. However," Heavenly Master "also has a good master."

"Crying old man?" If Meng Qi couldn't guess this, he had read so many novels in vain.

Xuan Bei nodded softly: "I endured for a few years for the teacher, and finally waited for the opportunity to kill the whole family of" Heaven ", and was chased into the hinterland of the Central Plains by" The Crying Old Man "all the way. Entering the Buddha's gate as a teacher, this settles down, so if you encounter elderly crying or his followers and disciples in the future, remember to be careful. "

There is no ups and downs, no cruel picture, Xuan Bei is talking about others.

The reason why he was willing to say such hurts was because after hearing the news of the crying old man re-entering the rivers and lakes, he wanted to remind his disciples that Mo had divulged his identity in front of the other.

His voice was not deliberately lowered, but all the guests around him remained unheard of, as if no one was talking at all here.

With this skill, Meng Qi secretly talked about his tongue, and it was much worse than the fantasy-shaped * full section Xiang Fei, and there was no fireworks.

After Xuan Bei finished speaking, he fell silent and enjoyed Su Zhai intently, while Zhen Hui ate the leg of lamb with a big mouth. There didn't seem to be anything to worry about that he could not concentrate on eating.

The atmosphere became heavy and weird. Meng Qi had to divert his attention and listened to the talk of nearby guests to see if there was any special news.

Xu is because the crying old man was mentioned by the second child, and a nearby table guest also discussed this topic.

"Unexpectedly, the crying old man is not dead!" Said a "sander" who wore a black robe and wrapped his head. He had a machete around his waist, his blade was sharp and his blood was hidden.

The same Shaq dressed up, but the man with a beard on his face laughed, "Yeah, Su Wuming went west nine years ago. The crying old man went out of his way to challenge, but he disappeared. Everyone thought he died in Su. Anonymous sword is down. "

"It was said that Su Wuming's goal at that time was to bury a deity relic in the desert of God. He had no thoughts, but the crying old man forcibly shot. He had to give him a sword. Later, the crying old man disappeared for nine years. The "sandsman" with blue eyes laughed, as if he was Su Wuming, dismissive of the crying old man.

Meng Qi was so fascinated that Master Jiang Yanwei was too mastery, and Gai Dai was stubbornly cut off the dust with a sword. In the future, I will do the same!

"Guest, twelve silver." After dinner, Xiao Er came over with a smile and collected the money.

Robbery! Meng Qi has a deeper understanding of the nature of this black shop, but think about Qu Jiuniang's eyebrows standing upright. Think about whether Master should not take the initiative for himself, or honestly take out the silver to check out, anyway, not his own money!

"Let's go somewhere as a teacher." Xuan said sadly, walking slowly outside the inn.

Meng Qi glanced at Zhenhui questioningly, and seeing that he was taken for granted, he had to suppress his surprise and follow the master out of the inn.

When the three of them just came out of the inn, Qu Jiuniang, who had always kept a cold face, suddenly looked up, looking at the back of Xuan Bei, and bewildered and tapped the table.

The three "sanders" who had just talked about the crying old man lowered their voices and whispered.

"Boss, I haven't seen any fat sheep. Would you like to grab these three monks? They seem to be rich?" Asked the Shaker with sapphire eyes.

Shaker with his machete shook his head: "It is better not to grab this monk."

"Why? Boss, when did you believe in Buddha?" Asked the bearded sander in confusion.

Shaker with a machete angered, "I believe in your mother Buddha! You two show your tricks, this kind of monk who dares to travel to Hanhai is generally not a messy role, or staring at the caravan Well, although the guards are better, we can unite with other horses. "2k novel reading network