The Sage Who Transcended Samsara Chapter 25: Yan Wu Dian Yi Ba (seeking for recommendation)

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With the long breathing rhythm, Meng Qi's inner strength is sent from Dan Tian, ​​turns to the three levels, passes through the gate, enters the mud pill, and finally meets in the fleece, snow and snow down, Baichuan returns to the sea.

With these few circulatory cycles coming down, Meng Qi slowly mastered the secrets of "Shaolin Core Technique", so he swallowed and opened both eyes.

At this time, the Xuan Chi already of Professor core technique just disappeared, and the sound of fist to meat came from the quiet room.

When Meng Qi moved, he stood up and walked out of the quiet room into the Yanwu Hall.

This is not practice which does not pay attention to internal skills, but besides being arranged to patrol or watch mission, at present he can only touch monk blade and practice blade technique in Yanwu Hall, as for handling circulatory cycle and enhancing inner strength, it is possible Wait until Yanwu Hall is closed and do it after returning to the Zen room.

"Little Junior Brother, go out together?" Meng Qi saw Zhen Hui also opened his eyes, so he asked casually.

Zhen Hui has a ruddy face and confused eyes, like she 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 core technique for a while."

"Well, it's time for you to lay the foundation, and strive to open Dantian as soon as possible." Meng Qi smiled and pushed open the door of the quiet room and returned to the hall.

On the left corner of the Yanwu Hall is a weapon rack, mainly composed of long sticks and monk blade, mixed with a small amount of long swords and other objects, and standing on each side of the two yellow-coated deacon monks, in case monk fights against each other. There was an accidental injury.

Meng Qi looked around for a while and saw that Zhen Yong was training Arhat Fist to the center, so he didn't go up to say hello, walked directly to the weapon rack, picked an uncut monk blade, weighed the weight, and laid Open the posture and practice slowly and awkwardly according to the "Five Tigers Breaking Gate Blade Law" given by Qi Xia.

A deacon monk next to see Meng Qi practicing knife, subconsciously squinted his eyes, eyes like electricity, waited for a while, found that Meng Qi practiced the most basic and most common blade technique, shook his head, turned his head and continued Concerned about other monk's training.

Meng Qi uses one move, gradually forgetting everything around him, immersing himself in the world of blade technique, wielding his sword like a wind, being at ease, and constantly comparing secret manual to correct his mistakes.

I do n’t know how long it has passed, the forehead of Meng Qi has a layer of thin sweat, and the knife is turned back, and the harvest just tasted.

"Huh, if you practice this kind of effect every day, you will be able to master this blade technique in about a month." Meng Qi exhaled, inwardly rejoiced, and then opened the posture again, waving monk blade.

This time, Meng Qi's "Five Tigers Breaking Gate Blade" seems quite messy, because his focus already is placed on his own footsteps, blade technique is just to cover up his practice of "Divine Movement Eight Steps", so as not to be discovered by the deacon.

After half an hour, the well-remembered Meng Qi roughly remembered the footwork of "Divine Movement Eight Steps". With inner strength, the luck of indulgence is not difficult. However, let alone mastering, Meng Qi still feels very self-conscious. Far away, as if is separated by a layer of thing, which is hazy and cannot be broken. At present, it is only able to remember the complicated pace, and it is not useful at all.

"It seems that it is necessary to practice with practice to find the secret of this pace." After a night of training, Meng Qi was also very sleepy. After reinserting monk blade on the weapon rack, he walked toward Zhen Yong.

"Huh, Zhen Ding junior brother, have you mastered‘ Shaolin Core Technique '? "Zhen Yong half-arched, his hands pressed against his knees, gasping for breath. His previous physical exercises cost him a lot of energy.

Meng Qi smiled and said: "Senior Brother Zhen Yong, you forgot I have already opened Dantian?"

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

Martial Monk Courtyard ’s Zen room is for two people. Meng Qi and Zhen Hui live next door to Zhen Yong.

Meng Qi nodded and just wanted to say Zhen Hui, and suddenly saw a burly monk in front of him violently hit another monk.

Snapping, the thinner Martial Monk was knocked back a few steps, looking at the opposite side in shock and anger, but he still had time to speak in the future, and the tall monk who bumped into someone said fiercely Hit me? Could it be that I want to practice with me, that's good, let's practice! "

The thinner Martial Monk turned pale, and there was obvious fear in his expression, but he did n’t refuse and opened his posture, fighting with the tall and fierce monk.

The result was no surprise. This Martial Monk was broken by the burly monk's two or three punches. He was beaten with fat, his nose and face were swollen, and he walked staggering toward the gate of Yanwu Hall.

And the bully monk waved his fists proudly, showing off to his companions.

Meng Qi was stunned, and it took a long time to recover, and said to the Zhen Yong next to him: "Is this enough?"

There were eight deacon monks watching nearby. He dared to commit malicious provocations, beating fellow classmates and other crimes! The beaten Martial Monk didn't even call for help! What is the Shaolin commandment?

Although there are Jiang Hu in some people's places, there are bullies and being bullied, but Meng Qi thinks about how Shaolin can be a good monk. It is a clean place for Buddhism. Even if dirty things are indispensable, it will not be so.

Zhen Yong whispered: "He was dharma name Zhen Liang, he entered the temple three years ago, he is currently Qi Gathering small accomplishment, and he likes to use regulations to bully the weak in Yanwu Hall."

"Regulations?" Meng Qi asked doubtfully.

Zhen Yong smiled and said: "This is our own Martial Monk Courtyard's own regulations. Those who are in the Yanwu Hall must not refuse any Martial Monk training requirements present. After all, if you practice travel around the country, someone wants take action to kill you, you can't always say 'I don't want to fight with you'? This is also a familiarity to the forced combat in advance. However, there is also a distinction in the courtyard. Any Martial Monk that is close to Qi Gathering great accomplishment is not allowed to enter here, and there is another one dedicated to them. Yanwu Hall. "

"Zhen Liang seizes this point and chooses the Martial Monk pair that contradicts him on weekdays. As for hitting people, this is a reasonable provocative move in Yanwu Hall to help Martial Monks get used to similar situations and effectively restrain them Mood swings. "

Meng Qi nodded, believing the reason: "Is it malicious or good intentions to practice, should deacon junior uncle brothers see it?"

"I heard that Zhen Liang has an older brother in Monastic Discipline Courtyard ..." Zhen Yong whispered, "So as long as you don't violate the commandments, the deacon junior uncle brothers opened their eyes and closed their eyes. Ha ha, Zhen Liang is regarded as a master of the Wuwu Hall. . "

Meng Qi remembered the struggling monk in odd jobs courtyard, hey: "This kind of people can be earned in Martial Monk Courtyard, I thought Junior Uncle Xuan Ku is a real founder!"

"It is said that Junior Uncle Xuan Ku was only responsible for the first few batches, followed by other deacons junior uncle. Hey, anyway, when junior uncle senior uncle will come to pick direct disciple in the future, they will consider the daily performance." Zhen Yong has no prejudice to Xuan Ku.

Meng Qi reviewed his arbitrariness and narrowed his eyes to look at Zhen Liang who was talking and laughing loudly.

"hēi hēi, what I need most is actual combat training, I am worried that there is no suitable candidate!" Suddenly, he walked over.

Reincarnation World ’s death pressure made him unable to take care of too much, and if he was expelled from Shaolin, he would be able to fulfill his wish.

Seeing Meng Qi walking towards Zhen Liang, Zhen Yong did not understand what was going on for a while, but just looked at his back slightly blankly.

"Hum, I didn't want to help me clean the yard." Zhen Liang looked at the entrance of the hall.

A monk next to him smiled lowly: "He doesn't know your great Zhen Liang brother, your whole performance hall, who can beat you?"

"Haha, seeing me as kind on weekdays, I thought I was easy to pass?" Zhen Liang laughed.

At this time, Meng Qi walked around arrived, and his shoulders sent him away, knocking him away with a snap.

Zhen Liang took a few steps back and looked at Meng Qi in disbelief. Everyday he hits others to provoke himself, and today Daoist dare to hit himself?

Meng Qi smiled and exchanged his left and right hands, squeezed his fists, looked at Zhen Liang and said: "You even hit me? Could you like to practice with me, that's good, let's practice!"

Ah?

The reversal of the situation made Zhen Liang dumbfounded, and several of the companions beside him looked at Meng Qi incredulously. Where did this young monk come out?

Is this too bold?

When Zhen Yong changed his face, he had to step forward to stop, but suddenly remembered that even the monk Zhen Miao had lost to Zhen Ding in the afternoon, so he slowed down and looked at the two with a smile.

"Damn it! Bastard!" Zhen Liang regained his anger and was so angry that only he who bullied others would have to challenge others!

He also learned Meng Qi squeezed his fists with his left and right hands, making a squeaky bony joint, and said terribly: "Okay, let ’s practice! I wo n’t let you cry for mercy, I will be your junior brother!"

The eyes of the deacon monks around remain unchanged, and there is no conflict at all in as if.

As soon as the voice fell, Zhen Liang rushed to Meng Qi, and take action vigorously sank.

After half-stick of incense, Meng Qi gave Zhen Liang a few punches lying on the ground, and in the surrounding Martial Monk panic and dreamlike look, while standing up, he patted monk robe: "you let me win, hey, junior brother , Your martial arts still have more practice. "

Meng Qi was first familiar with "Divine Movement Eight Steps" and "Arhat Fist", and it was very difficult to make Zhen Liang excited. It seems that already saw Meng Qi being wailed by himself, but as Meng Qi became more proficient , Eager to stop and think about the harvest, he launched a fierce offensive. With the help of Iron Shirt and the struggle of life and death, he quickly overturned Zhen Liang to the ground and beat him hard.

"Teacher ... brother ..." Zhen Liang gritted his teeth and snarled, completely not believing that he would lose, and clearly he had the upper hand before breathing a few times. How could this young monk become a beast of floods, his own Hitting him with a fist is like tickling him!

Meng Qi looked down and looked at Zhen Liang: "Hey, junior brother seems to be unconvinced? Let ’s continue?"

In the face of this guy who is more like a bully than himself, Zhen Liang clenched his teeth, stopped talking, and slowly climbed up.

Meng Qi is proficient in Arhat Fist, and vaguely grasps the essence of "Divine Movement Eight Steps". It is when the body and mind are at ease, looking around, and looking for someone to practice again.

Hula, the surrounding Martial Monk are scattered as birds and beasts.

"I really don't give face ..." Meng Qi shook his head and looked at Zhen Liang with a swollen nose and blue face again.

Zhen Liang shivered inexplicably. Without thinking, she ran away.

"Zhen Ding junior brother, your practice evasion skill|effort is really out of the ordinary." Zhen Yong came up to compliment, and at this time, Zhen Hui also came out of the quiet room.

So, Meng Qi converged on fighting intent and went back to Zen room practice "Shaolin Core Technique" with them.

On the second day, it was still carrying water, literacy, and practice. At the end of the day, Zhen Miao stood in front of arrived Meng Qi with his hands behind his back: "Zhen Ding junior brother, are you ready?"

"Okay." Meng Qi replied in a deep voice, standing out of the team and fighting against the strong, which made him both stressed and excited.