The Supreme Being

The scene in front of me gradually became clearer. The trees blocked the sunlight, leaving golden patches.

Meng Qi, who was prepared, looked around vigilantly, but found no sign of an enemy attack.

"Huh?" After observing the environment clearly, Meng Qi frowned, slightly surprised.

Because he found that there were only three people standing around, Qi Zhengyan, who always had a straight face and looked bitter and resentful, Xiang Hui, a gangster, and Xiao Zi, a delicate girl who had no power to restrain a chicken.

"Miss Jiang, Senior Brother Zhang are not here..." Meng Qi felt helpless at this. He had already remembered the prompt of the main mission - "split the troops into two groups"!

But Meng Qi didn't hesitate. If it was the last time, he would be scared. But now, he has the basic ability to protect himself. If he is still timid and fearful, what kind of man do he look like!

"Senior Brother Qi, we must first find out how to get to Shaolin." Meng Qi ignored the sobbing and trembling Xiao Zi and the anxious Xiang Hui, exchanged a look with Qi Zhengyan, and said concisely.

He found that he had no idea where he was or which direction Shaolin was in.

Qi Zhengyan looked up at the sky, then looked at the nearby trees, and pondered for a moment: "I think the trees are not dense, and you can hear the sound of cars and horses in the distance. It should be not far from the main road. Go out first and look for pedestrians." Ask for directions."

He knew that Meng Qi had little experience in the world, so he tried his best to recall what he had learned in order to lead others.

Meng Qi turned to Xiao Zi and Xiang Hui and said, "Are you two going to Shaolin by yourself, or are you following us?"

The little evil thought in his heart told Meng Qi that it would be much easier for him and Qi Zhengyan if there were not these two trolls.

"Master, Master, I'll follow you!" Xiao Zi trembled as if struck by lightning, ran to Meng Qi's side in two or three steps, and held Meng Qi's sleeves tightly with both hands.

Xiang Hui smiled broadly, nodded and bowed: "Holy Monk, I am the only one who is following your lead."

Seeing that they were all trying to please him, Meng Qi could probably guess their mentality. Firstly, he was a monk, so he naturally gave people a sense of compassion. Secondly, he often smiled and was not as dull and solemn as Qi Zhengyan, who was inaccessible. Thirdly, he He showed his martial arts skills and left a deep impression on them.

"Hang the donor, I didn't expect you to be a person who has read books?" Meng Qi said with a smile.

Xiang Hui quickly smiled and said: "Shen Monk Muzan, the younger ones all learned how to use the white paper fan in the gang."

This guy, at first thought he was Lu Zhishen's type of reckless and arrogant person, but he turned out to be the type of dog-legger who wanted to please others. Meng Qi sighed secretly, turned to Xiao Zi who was tugging on his sleeve and said, "Miss Xiao Zi, If you want to follow us, don't do this, it will prevent us from taking action."

He originally had some evil thoughts in his heart, but from Xiang Hui and Xiao Zi, he thought of the last reincarnation mission. If Jiang Zhiwei and others disliked his low martial arts and were unwilling to take him with them, he would have died tragically at the hands of the men in black. He had to take action, so he felt sympathy for his fellow sufferers and moved his heart of compassion.

"Since my life was saved by Miss Jiang out of kindness, let's show kindness when it's not in danger." Meng Qi sighed to himself. Of course, no matter how kindly he was, Meng Qi would not do it for a stranger. People pay for it with their own lives.

Xiao Zi let go of her hand, stepped back a few steps, and stood side by side with Qi Hui. Then she suppressed her tears and followed Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan honestly outside the forest.

The ground in the forest was uneven, with protruding roots intertwined with fallen leaves. Xiao Zi stumbled as she walked, but she didn't cry out in pain. She gritted her teeth and tried not to be left behind by the crowd.

"She is soft on the outside and strong on the inside." Meng Qi, who was observing in secret, nodded gently. If she still cried miserably, refused to endure hardship, and was spoiled, he might not really want to leave her.

You can bring the oil bottle with you, but the burden will be completely harmful to yourself.

Looking back, Meng Qi saw Qi Zhengyan's rigid face in front of him, and his heart suddenly moved.

This time the troops were divided into two groups, and the strongest one on his side was Qi Zhengyan. Although he was not afraid of him, sincere cooperation was always better than fighting alone.

Well, we need to establish friendship and get closer to each other. Meng Qi thought for a moment and came up with an idea. He smiled and said, "Senior Brother Qi, how are you doing with that swordsmanship?"

"One month is too short, it's just a beginning." Qi Zhengyan nodded slightly, still looking serious.

Meng Qi smiled and said: "Just get started. With the Changhe Sword Technique, Senior Brother Qi, your strength will improve greatly."

"We haven't started actual combat yet, so we don't dare to speak loudly." Qi Zhengyan answered concisely and to the point.

The corner of Meng Qi's mouth twitched: "Senior Brother Qi, actually, why are you always so heavy-handed and so quiet? Since you can't get rid of this reincarnation task for the time being, why not face it with a smile? Relaxing your mood is more conducive to the development of your strength. "

At this moment, Meng Qi felt like he was receiving psychological counseling again.

"What the holy monk said is absolutely true." Xiang Hui tried his best to smile and agreed, but Qi Zhengyan said nothing.

"All confusion and fear originate from the heart..." Meng Qi felt slightly proud and began to talk at length about "the benefits of facing reincarnation tasks with a smile."

As he listened, Qi Zhengyan stopped suddenly without looking back, and said quietly: "I was born like this..."

"Um, could it be that, Senior Brother Qi, you were hurt in some way when you were a child? Or was the environment at that time oppressive?" Meng Qi asked smoothly.

"When I was young, it was very good!" Qi Zhengyan still didn't look back, and said through gritted teeth, and then his voice became louder, "Junior Brother Zhending! We are in the midst of being chased and intercepted, and our ears are for listening to noises, not nonsense. !”

"Haha." Meng Qi laughed twice, resolving the shame and embarrassment, and said sincerely: "The young monk has little experience in the world, thank you Senior Brother Qi for your guidance."

Seeing that Meng Qi did not become angry, Qi Zhengyan was stunned for a moment and nodded slowly: "You must be careful about everything."

The conversation between the two made Xiang Hui confused. The guy who seemed to owe him five taels of silver from everyone in the world seemed to be more powerful than the divine monk?

After walking forward for a while, Meng Qi and others saw a rammed earth avenue. Cars and horses passed by, raising a lot of dust.

Beside the road, there was a tea shop with a pergola that also sold some food. It was not noon, and there were not many customers taking a rest.

Meng Qi looked away and saw that the owner of the tea shop was an old man. There were four tables of people sitting inside. One table was a dusty couple, one table was a peddler, one table was an old man playing the huqin, and one table was a table full of people holding hands. A rich young master with a pretty maid and his bodyguard.

"Senior Brother Qi, I went over to inquire about the news and buy some dry food. You can help me look around." Meng Qi looked at Qi Zhengyan's bitter and resentful face and decided to go by himself, with Qi Zhengyan hiding behind. If there is a siege or something, there can be warning and rescue.

Qi Zhengyan carefully observed the people in the tea shop and the surrounding environment, and said with a calm face for a long time: "I think the salesman is too refreshing. He is not like someone who travels around the country all year round. You must be careful."

In fact, he doesn't have much experience in the arena and is a little unsure of himself.

After hearing what he said, Meng Qi took a closer look and found that the salesman indeed felt less tired and tired. Especially, the hand holding the teacup did not have any cracks caused by years of exposure to the sun.

"I saved it." Meng Qi walked over slowly.

As he approached the tea shop, Meng Qi suddenly heard a horse neighing. He subconsciously turned his head and saw four brown horses and a gorgeous carriage parked next to them.

"Well, if you are riding a horse, you should be faster than us by relying on Qinggong." Meng Qi thought. He knew very well that his current Qinggong was comparable to that of a horse at short distances. When the distance was long, he had to be pulled down, and riding a horse was faster than his own. It saves effort and has enough power to fight back when in danger.

"Well, I need to buy it from the horse owner later." He touched the jade pendant in his arms and had no thoughts of becoming a robber for the time being - before entering the reincarnation world this time, he was worried that there would be money needed in the mission, so Put on the jade pendant.

As for who the owner of the horse is, Meng Qi can guess with his toes that it must be the rich young man wearing brocade and jade. With his maid's delicate appearance, she would definitely not be able to get here without a carriage.

So, Meng Qi subconsciously walked into the tea shop from near the rich young master, glanced at them, and looked them up and down.

"Monk Wu Na, what are you looking at!" One of the two guards walked up with arms crossed.

Seeing his heavy steps and ferocious attitude, Meng Qi was amused for a moment. He imitated the rogue monk in his impression and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, I, the poor monk, observes that all the donors are destined to be my Buddha."

"Haha, you bald donkey, why are you destined to be destined? Don't you just want to use some wealth?" The rich young master laughed, and while stroking the maid's face, his expression darkened, "Get out of here! Young Master, I hate you monster monks the most in my life. Demonic way!”

"Last time, my wife was converted into three hundred taels of silver by a monster monk..." the maid said with a smile.

"Hmph, any demon monk or Taoist who dares to approach our door from now on will have his legs broken!" The young master motioned to the two guards to drive Meng Qi away.

Meng Qi was not in a hurry and planned to "break up" with the rich young master later. He walked around several tables and walked towards the owner of the tea shop.

"Shopkeeper, I have a question for this poor monk." Meng Qi said with his hands clasped together.

The old man with a hunched back and slender white hair returned the greeting with a smile: "I have always believed in Buddhism, but Master just asks questions."

Meng Qi lowered his voice to prevent the salesman from hearing: "I want to go to Shaohua Mountain, but I don't know which way to take?"

At the same time, most of Meng Qi's attention was focused on the salesman.

The old man smiled and said: "Follow this official road and go straight forward. It will take three days..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression changed and he looked behind Meng Qi in shock.

The salesman had already pulled out a long sword from the pole, kicked his foot, and rushed directly behind Meng Qi.

He actually took action directly? Could it be that his hearing ability is far beyond that of ordinary people? Meng Qi was surprised, but he was very focused and did not feel rushed. He turned around, waved his long knife, and stopped the salesman.

Suddenly, Meng Qi felt a pain in his waist. At some point, the old man behind him had two daggers in his hands, stabbing his waist fiercely.

Meng Qi took a step forward, trying to avoid the dagger, but at this moment, the old couple also rushed out with swords. One pointed Meng Qi's throat, and the other swiped the knife at Meng Qi's legs.

Alas, the old man playing the huqin sighed softly, pulled out a thin dagger from the huqin, ducked behind Meng Qi, and stabbed him in the back.