MTL - The Sage Who Transcended Samsara-Chapter 25 Yan Wu Dian Yi Ba (click for recommendations)

With the long breathing rhythm, Meng Qi's internal force was sent from Dantian, turned to Sanguan, Tongmingmen, into the pill, and finally converged in Langzhong, snow and snow, and Baichuan returned to the sea.

After coming down for a few weeks, Meng Qi slowly mastered the secrets of "Shaolin's Heart Method", so he sank and opened his eyes.

At this point, the mysterious faculty who had just taught the mind has disappeared, and the sound of punches and flesh came from outside the still room.

As soon as Meng Qi's heart moved, he stood up and waited to leave the quiet room and enter the Yanwu Hall.

This is not that he does not pay attention to the cultivation of internal skills, but that except for being arranged for patrols or on-duty missions, he can only touch the ring knife and practice the knife method at the Yanwu Hall at the moment. As for carrying Zhoutian and enhancing internal strength, he can wait until The Yanwu Hall was closed and returned to the Zen room before doing it.

"Little brother, go out together?" Meng Qi opened her eyes when she saw Zhenhui, so she asked casually.

Zhenhui's face was ruddy and her eyes were confused, as if she had just woke up and was asked by Meng Qi. She was not very embarrassed and said, "Brother, that hot mouse is very fun. I want to practice my mind for a while."

"Well, you are trying to open up Dantian as soon as you lay the foundation." Meng Qi smiled, pushed open the door of the quiet room, and returned to the temple.

The left corner of the Yanwu Hall is equipped with weapon racks, consisting mainly of sticks and ring knives, mixed with a small amount of long swords and other objects, and two deacon monks in yellow clothes are standing on each side to prevent the monks from accidentally hurting them during practice.

Meng Qi looked around and saw that Zhen Yongzheng practiced Arhat Boxing with others, so he didn't go up to say hello, walked directly to the weapon rack, picked up a ring knife that had not been cut, weighed the weight of the sword, put Open the posture and follow the slow and awkward practice from Qi Xia.

When a deacon monk saw Meng Qi practicing his knife, he narrowed his eyes subconsciously, his gaze was like electricity, and after looking at it for a while, he found that Meng Qi was practicing the most basic and common knife method, shook his head, turned his head, and continued Pay attention to the practice of other monks.

Meng Qi made a move with one move, gradually forgotten everything around him, immersed himself in the world of swordsmanship, wielded the sword like the wind, chic and free, and constantly compared his cheats to correct his mistakes.

I don't know how long, Meng Qi's forehead had a thin layer of sweat, closed his sword and returned, savouring the harvest just now.

"Huh, if you practice your sword every day with such a degree of effect, you can almost master this technique in about a month." Meng Qi exhaled, rejoicing secretly, and then opened her posture again and waved the ring knife.

This time, Meng Qi's "Five Tigers Broken Door Knife" looks rather messy, because his focus has been placed on his own footsteps, and the sword technique is only to cover up his practice of "God's Eight Steps". Lest they be found by the deacon monk.

After half an hour, Meng Qi, who has a good memory, roughly remembered the footwork of "God's Eight Steps". With the internal force, luck is not difficult to improve. However, not to say mastery, distance entry, Meng Qi Self-feelings are still far away, as if something is layered, hazy, how can it not be pierced. At present, it is only able to remember complex steps, and it is not useful at all.

"It seems that we must combine the actual combat practice to find the knack for this step." After practicing for a night, Meng Qi was so distraught that he reinserted the ring knife on the weapon rack and walked toward Zhenyong.

"Huh, Master Zhending, have you mastered the Shaolin Mind?" Zhenyong half-arched his body, pressed his hands on his knees, and gasped in a big mouth. The previous few sessions of training had cost him a lot of energy.

Meng Qi smiled and said, "Brother Zhenyong, have you forgotten that I have opened Dantian?"

"Yes, look at my brain!" Zhenyong patted his bald head, slowly straightened his waist, "Go back to the Zen room now?"

The Buddhist monk's zen room was two for one, and Meng Qi and Zhenhui lived next to Zhenyong.

Meng Qi nodded, just about to say shout Zhenhui, and suddenly saw a burly monk in front of him hit the other monk viciously.

With a snap, the thinner monk was taken back a few steps and looked at the opposite side in shock and anger, but he had time to speak in the future, and the tall monk who hit the man said fiercely: "You hit me Do you want to practice with me? Well, let's practice! "

The thinner monk turned pale and showed obvious fear between his expressions, but he didn't refuse, he put on a stance and fought with the tall and fierce monk.

In the end, there was no accident. The monk broke the defense between the burly monk's two or three punches. He was fat and swollen, his nose was swollen and his face swollen.

And the bully monk proudly waved his fists and showed off to his surrounding companions.

Meng Qi was stunned, and it took him a long time to return to God, and said to Zhenzheng next to him, "Is this OK?"

Eight deacons monks nearby looked at him, and he dared to commit crimes such as malicious provocation and assault on the same door! And the exiled monk didn't even ask for help! Where is the Shaolin Commandment?

Although there are rivers and lakes where there are people, there are bullies and being bullied, but Meng Qi thinks how Shaolin can have a positive monk, and it is a clean place for the Buddha.

Zhenyong whispered authentically: "His method is real, he entered the temple three years ago, and now he has just accumulated a small amount of energy. He likes to use the rules in the Yanwu Hall to bully the weak.

"Regulations?" Meng Qi asked doubtfully.

Zhenyong said with a smile: "This is our monk ’s own rules. Anyone who is in the hall of performing martial arts must not refuse any of the monks' requirements for training. After all, if you walk in rivers and lakes and someone wants to kill you, you ca n’t say 'I don't want to fight with you'? This also allows us to familiarize ourselves with compulsive battles in advance. However, a distinction has also been made in the courtyard. Any monk who is close to gas accumulation is not allowed to enter here, and there is another special They belong to the performance hall. "

"The real amount is to seize this point and select the monk who has conflicts with him on weekdays. As for hitting people, this is a reasonable provocation in the Wuwu Hall to help monks get used to similar situations and effectively restrain them. Mood swings. "

Meng Qi nodded, believing the reason: "Can the practice be malicious or well-intentioned, the deacons and uncles can see?"

"I heard that Zhenliang has an older brother in the Commandment Academy ..." Zhenyong whispered, "So as long as you do n’t break the commandment, the deacon, uncle and brothers all open one eye and close one. Bully. "

Meng Qi thought of the struggling monks in the academy, and he said, "This kind of person can be included in the monk's monastery. I thought that Uncle Xuanku is the true founder!"

"It is said that Uncle Xuanku was only responsible for the first few batches, followed by other deacons and uncles. Hey, anyway, when the uncles and uncles come to challenge the disciples, they will consider the performance on a weekday. There is no prejudice against mystery.

Meng Qi reviewed his arbitrariness and narrowed his eyes to the real amount of laughter with others.

"Hey, what I need the most is actual combat training. Zhengchou has no suitable candidate!" Suddenly, he stepped forward.

The pressure of death in the world of reincarnation made him unable to care too much, and if he was expelled from Shaolin for this reason, it would be a wish.

Seeing that Meng Qi was moving toward the real amount, Zhenyong did not understand what was going on, but looked at his back slightly blankly.

"Hum, actually refused to help me clean the yard." Really looking at the entrance of the hall.

A monk next to him chuckled and said, "He doesn't know how powerful Brother Zhenliang is, how can you beat the whole Yanwu Hall?"

"Haha, when I see me being kind, I think I'm good to pass?" Real volume laughed.

At this moment, Meng Qi walked to him, rushing away with a bang on his shoulder.

Take a few steps back and forth, looking at Meng Qi in disbelief. Every day, I bump into others to provoke. Do people dare to bump into themselves today?

Meng Qi smiled with right and left hands interchanged, squeezed his fists, looked at Zhenliang and said, "Did you hit me? Do you want to practice with me? Well, let's practice!"

what?

The reversal situation stunned Zhen Liang. Several companions next to him looked at Meng Qi in wonder. Where did this young monk emerge from? It looked handsome and pretty.

Is this too bold?

When Zhenyong's face changed, he had to step forward to stop it, but suddenly remembered that even the monk who taught him had lost to Zhending in the afternoon, so he slowed down and looked at them with a smile.

"Abomination! Asshole!" The real amount came back, angry, and only the one who bullied others, who had the right to challenge others!

He also learned that Meng Qi squeezed his fists with his left and right hands and gave a giggle of bony joints. He said, "Okay, let's practice! I won't let you cry for mercy, I'll be your master!"

The deacons and monks around remained unchanged, as if no conflict had occurred at all.

As soon as the voice fell, the real amount rushed to Meng Qi, making a heavy gesture.

After half a column of incense, Meng Qi gave the real amount of punches lying on the ground. In the expression of fear and amazement around the monk, he stood and patted the monk's robe leisurely. , Hey, brother, your martial arts are much more practiced. "

Meng Qi was first familiar with "The Eight Steps of God" and "Arhat Boxing", and was struggling to make the real amount of excitement abnormal. It seems that Meng Qi has been mourned by himself, but then As Meng Qi gradually became proficient, eager to stop thinking about the harvest, he launched a fierce offensive. With the help of the iron cloth shirt and the struggle of life and death, he quickly knocked the real amount to the ground and beat him hard.

"Master ... brother ..." groaned with his gritted teeth, completely disbelieving that he would lose, and it was obvious that he had the upper hand before a few breaths. Why did this little monk become a beast of fierceness, his fist? Hitting him is like tickling him!

Meng Qi looked down and looked at Zhen Liang: "Hey, it seems that my brother is not convinced yet? Let's continue?"

Facing this guy who is more like a bully than himself, Zhen Liang had to clenched his teeth, stopped talking, and slowly climbed up.

Meng Qi is proficient in Luo Han Boxing, and he has a faint grasp of the essence of "eight steps in God's action". When he is physically and mentally relaxed, he looks around and looks forward to trying to find someone to practice.

Huh, the monks around were scattered as birds and beasts.

"I really don't give face ..." Meng Qi shook his head and looked at the real amount of nasal and swollen face again.

Really inexplicably shivered, without thinking, ran away.

"Master Zhending, you are really extraordinary in practicing kung fu." Zhenyong came up to compliment, and at this time, Zhenhui also came out of the quiet room.

As a result, Meng Qi calmed down his war intentions and went back to the Zen room with them to practice the "Shaolin Mind Method".

On the second day, he was still picking water, literacy, and practicing. Near the end, Miao Miao stood with his back in front of Meng Qi: "Master Zhending, are you ready?"

"Okay." Meng Qi answered in a deep voice, stood out of the team, and played against the strong, which made him feel pressured and excited. 2k novel reading network