MTL - The Sage Who Transcended Samsara-Chapter 7 The pride of the sky

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

Meng Qi waved a broom to clean up the snow in the courtyard. Suddenly, the door of a compartment opened, and a small Taoist priest stood by the door and shouted, "The little monk, there is something dirty in the house, you can clean it."

"Okay, donor." Meng Qi gave a gift with one hand and walked to the chamber with a broom, and the little Taoist priest who still had a little childishness had already returned to the room.

Meng Qi came to the door and looked inside, and saw that there were seven or eight people in the house, each wearing different clothes and different colors, more eye-catching than Shaolin's monotonous clothing.

Alas, there seems to be a girl? Meng Qi did not dare to look carefully to avoid losing the courtesy, but just glanced a moment ago, it seemed to see a young girl wearing a goose yellow dress.

It seems that Shaolin in this world does not bar female guests from entering ... Meng Qi carefully crossed several guests, intending to clean the broken tea cups on the ground.

Suddenly, a foot stretched out somewhere, right in front of Meng Qi's foot.

Meng Qi had no time to retract his legs and stumbled on it, only to feel that his body's center of gravity was lost, and he stumbled forward.

In amazement, Meng Qi dimly saw that the person who was trying to trip himself was the little Taoist priest who had doubled up. He had profound features and the most striking was the pair of thick black eyebrows that seemed to have two flying knives. At this time, he didn't look at Meng Qi, and stared at Meng Qi intently.

Meng Qi waved his arms and tried to maintain balance to prevent falling, but the little priest stretched his feet very well, so that he could not restore his center of gravity, only to see sadly that the ground was getting closer, and his mind was fantasizing. The miserable look of a dog shit.

At this time, a touch of goose yellow color caught Meng Qi's eyes. Then, a long sword wrapped in a heavy copper-green scabbard appeared like the sky flying away. He appeared inexplicably and gently touched Meng Qi's chest.

The sword was very light, and Meng Qi could hardly feel the pain, but its angle strength was just right. Meng Qi stopped the downward trend and restored the balance.

Meng Qi looked up a bit at a loss, just to see a face that was bright and radiant. She had big eyebrows, her black hair was simply pulled up, she draped down softly, and wore a goose yellow long dress. Years old, but I can't see a little tenderness.

Her pink lips opened slightly, and her voice was as crisp as Huang Huang: "Xuan Tianzong self-named the Heavenly Emperor's Taoism, is such a Taoism that bullies children?"

Hum, the little Taoist priest of Xuan Tianzong didn't answer, just snorted softly.

The girl turned to look at Meng Qi, and suddenly laughed. Two pear vortexes appeared on her mouth, making her look very sweet: "Little monk, leave the bad guy alone, he just wants to borrow you to test my swordsmanship."

With that said, her mouth narrowed slightly, her head slightly raised: "But even if you let him see my sword skills, then what?"

She didn't say it directly, but Meng Qi felt a sense of pride and confidence in her own strength.

"Thank you for your help," said Meng Qi, standing still, thanking her subconsciously.

The girl withdrew the sword and laughed out loud: "You look like a family boy, not a young monk, you should call a female donor."

Then she reversed her sword and gave a gift: "Well, my name is Jiang Yanwei, disciple of Xijiange, I am sorry to let you get involved in the fight between us."

At this moment, the little Taoist priest of Xuan Tianzong snorted again: "I just didn't expect that Shaolin's disciples were so weak, and they stumbled casually."

His eyebrows raised, matching the childishness on his face, a little stubborn smell.

"He's just a miscellaneous monk. Why don't you let me weigh the martial arts in your house and see if it's as strong as you?" Jiang Yan said with a mocking irony.

"You!" The little priest stood up.

"What are you doing?" A loud voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Meng Qi looked back, and saw a young man in a gossip robe walking in with a hand in his hand. His eyebrows were squinting, his nose was upright, and his eyes were like electricity.

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 the eyebrows that he was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The temperament is very mature ... Meng Qi conceded the anger and aggrieved mood, and secretly evaluated.

"Brother Zhang, Qingjing stumbled upon this little monk to test my sword skills." Jiang Yanwei simply stated the matter without adding jealousy.

Brother Zhang surrendered to Qingjing and said angrily: "Since you are out of the mountain gate, every move you represent represents Xuan Tianzong, and you must not lose your respect."

"Yes, Brother Zhang." The little Taoist replied with some grievances, but it seemed that this brother, surnamed, had high prestige among the young disciples of all factions, and everyone else in the room remained silent, and no one helped Qingjing speak.

"I'm too reckless." The little priest turned to Meng Qi, then quickly turned his head.

Meng Qi took a gentle breath, but didn't say anything extra, but just said, "The little monk is really set."

Brother Zhang surrendered his head lightly and said to Meng Qi: "Brother Zhending, I am the Zhenwu faction Zhang Yuanshan, and my friends from all factions value it. He said that I am a brother, and today I would like to forgive you."

It is my own martial arts that is low ... This sentence Meng Qi did not say, nodded, signaled that such small things will not be on his mind, and then folded his hands together, announced a Buddhist chant, buried his head to clean the ground, and exited. room.

"This little monk is a bit boned ..." Far away, Meng Qi faintly heard Jiang Yanwei say something like this.

Back to the academy, it was still a while before lunch, but Meng Qi was in a difficult mood and eagerly wanted to practice, but the "hundreds of days to build the foundation" had been completed, and "meditation and energy storage" had no exercises, so he had to hide In the zen room, Luo Han Boxing is practiced over and over again to refine the physical body.

At lunchtime, Zhenhui and others did not return. It is said that they were arranged to clean the Dharma Court. This is the place where the disciples of various factions fought against each other.

Until late in the evening, Meng Qicai saw Zhen Yan, Zhen Hui and others coming back, with a look of excitement and endless communication.

"Began to test and compare in the afternoon?" Meng Qi moved quickly and asked.

Zhenhui nodded forcefully: "Well, it's wonderful! Unfortunately, brother, you are not present."

Mantra nodded slightly, and then sighed: "They are as old as I am, but their martial arts are ten times theirs, hey ..."

People are more angry than others ... Meng Qi burst out in his mind, and asked curiously, "Who is the winner?"

"Finally wonderful at last, sword, Taoist ..." Zhenhui waved with both hands and stated excitedly, but his language organization was too chaotic and Meng Qi couldn't understand.

Mantra said with a smile: "The final battle was between the Zhenwu faction Zhang Yuanshan and the girl Jiangxi Wei at Xijiange. Hey, they previously defeated young disciples of various factions, including Zhenmiao and the authentic version."

The defeat of the two siblings who entered the temple was a gloating look.

"Zhenwu faction, Xijian Pavilion?" Xuanxin came over somehow, "Hey, the young disciples of these two factions came across a narrow path."

"The path of the enemy is narrow?" Meng Qi felt that Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Yan had a good relationship.

Xuan Xin snorted: "There is one Taoist school that is comparable, but it has also been lost for a long time. The foundations of the Zhenwu School and the Xijiange School are one of them. Hey, it ’s similar to the relationship between Jingang Temple and Shaolin, and , Xigege only respects Taoist ancestors, who do not belong to Taoism, who lost in the end? "

"Zhenwu sent Zhang Yuanshan to the girl Jiang Yanwei by half a stroke." Zhen Yan hurriedly answered, which he said based on the evaluation of the first air-seeing monk of the Dharma Court.

Xuan Xin froze for a moment: "The little girl at Xijiange won? It won't be another Su Wuming, hey, be careful, it's easy to break."

The monks discussed this contest very late. After returning to the Zen room, Meng Qi could not calm down for a long time. It was really annoying to think of Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Yanwei who were like dragons and phoenixes.

The bright moon outside the window shines through the thin clouds, reflecting a clear water wave in front of the bed.

"When can I get out of the academy and really start martial arts ..." Meng Qi thought and couldn't help but decided to ask the true view and really should be two years old amalgamated monk. Arranged here must have his purpose.

"Brother Zhenguan, Brother Ying, do you know how to get out of the academy? Or do you have any specific requirements?" As long as the requirements are clear, not with one mind, Meng Qi thinks he has hope to achieve it.

When I heard this sentence, I really wanted to sit up and laugh aloud, "It took me a lot to get into Shaolin, but I was trapped here for three years and three years. Sending it out of the temple, nothing works, haha, nothing works, how can I face my elders at home! "

He laughed even worse than crying, with the cuckoo's blood weeping.

"Out of the service house? Well, in the past seven years, I haven't seen anyone succeed! Hey, Xuanku's bald donkey is just telling us to cheat us!" True view gritted his teeth, as if to eat raw blood .

After hearing their answers, Meng Qi's hopes were just extinguished by a basin of cold water, and her heart was completely blank.

Zhenying and Zhenguan made a noise for a while, then became silent again, and fell into a state of "autism" again, and Zhenhui's breathing became longer and longer, apparently dozing off.

Meng Qi looked out of the window and couldn't sleep. He felt like a bird trapped in a cage. He couldn't break free. Anxiety, eagerness, frustration and other emotions came one after another.

I don't know how long before, Meng Qicai fell into a dream.

The moonlight was shining on Meng Qi's body, as if covering him with a veil. Suddenly, a tinge of blue and green was on his chest, which was very strange. 2k novel reading network