The Sage Who Transcended Samsara Chapter 7: Pride of Heaven

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Zen Heart Courtyard is the place where Shaolin receives guests. It consists of multiple courtyards. At this time, the bare woods stand and a layer of thin snow covers it.

Meng Qi waved the broom to clean the snow in the yard. Suddenly, the door of a compartment opened, and a small Daoist Priest with a bun on his head stood by the door and shouted: "Guna young monk, the house is a little dirty. You clean it. "

"Okay, Benefactor." Meng Qi made a one-handed salute and took the broom to the cabin, and the little Daoist Priest already that still remained a little childish returned to the arrived house.

At the door of Meng Qi arrived, when I looked inside, I saw seven or eight people in the house, each of them wearing different clothes with different colors, which was more eye-catching than the monotonous clothes of Shaolin.

Hey, there seem to be girls? Meng Qi did not dare to look carefully, so as not to lose the courtesy, but just glanced a moment ago, it seems to see a girl in arrived wearing a goose yellow dress.

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

Suddenly, one foot stretched out from somewhere, right in front of Meng Qi.

Meng Qi there's not enough time closed his legs and tripped on arrived, only to feel that the body's center of gravity was lost, and he stumbled forward.

Unexpectedly, Meng Qi vaguely saw that the person who was trying to trip himself was the little Daoist Priest who was holding the bun just now. His five senses was profound, and the most attract attention was the thick black eyebrows of the two as if flying knives. At this time, he didn't look at Meng Qi, his eyes stared at the front of Meng Qi's.

Meng Qi waved his arms and tried to maintain balance to prevent falling, but that little Daoist Priest grasped the timing of his feet very well, so he could not always restore his center of gravity, and could only sadly see the ground getting closer and closer to his mind I dreamed of the miserable appearance of falling into a dog's gnawing.

At this time, a touch of goose yellow color came into the eyes of Meng Qi. Then, a long sword wrapped in a heavy copper-green scabbard was like Beyond the Heaven Feihong. It appeared inexplicably and gently touched the chest of Meng Qi.

This long sword is very hard, and the Meng Qi hardly feels pain, but its angle and strength are just right, and the Meng Qi stopped the decline and restored its balance.

Meng Qi raised her head in a daze, and saw a bright and incomprehensible face. She had big eyebrows and **** eyes, her black hair was simply rolled up, and she wore a soft dress. She was wearing a goose yellow dress and was about ten years old. Six or seven years old, but can't see a little childish color.

Her pink lips turned slightly, and her voice was as crisp as an Oriole: "Profound Heaven Sect self-named Celestial Emperor Dao Lineage, is this a Dao Lineage bullying a child?"

Hum, then the little Daoist Priest of Profound Heaven Sect did not answer, but just hummed softly.

The girl turned her head to look at Meng Qi and suddenly laughed. Two pear vortices appeared in her mouth, making her look very sweet: "young monk, do n’t care about that bad person, he just wanted to borrow you to test my sword technique."

Speaking of this, her mouth squeezed gently, her head slightly raised: "But even if you let him see arrived my sword technique, what then?"

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

"Thank you for your help." Meng Qi stood firm and thanked subconsciously.

The girl withdrew her long sword and chuckled: "You look like a family son, not young monk, it should be called female Benefactor."

Then she turned the sword upside down, and paid back a gift: "Well, my name is Jiang Zhiwei, Cleansing Sword Pavilion disciple, I am embarrassed to get you involved in the battle between us."

At this time, Profound Heaven Sect's little Daoist Priest snorted again: "I just didn't expect that Shaolin's disciples were so weak, they stumbled casually."

He raised his eyebrows, matching the childishness on his face.

"He is just a odd jobs monk, let me take a look at the martial arts of your odd jobs and see if it is as strong as you?" Jiang Zhiwei said with a sarcastic smile.

"You!" Little Daoist Priest stood up at once.

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

Meng Qi looked back and saw a young man dressed in a gossip robe walked in with a hand in hand. His long eyebrows were into his temples, his nose was straight, and both eyes's eyes were as bright as electricity.

At first glance, Meng Qi thought that this handsome and masculine man was in his twenties, but when he looked closely, he could see from the eyebrows that he was only about 17 or 18 years old.

The temperament is very mature ... Meng Qi converges the emotion that just angered sullen, inwardly commented.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Qing Jing tripped this young monk to test me sword technique." Jiang Zhiwei simply stated things, no adding details while telling a story.

Brother Zhang surnamed looked at Qing Jing, and said without fear and anger: "Since you are out of the mountain gate, every move you represent represents Profound Heaven Sect, so don't lose your respect."

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang." Little Daoist Priest replied a little bit wrongly, but it seems that this surnamed brother is very prestigious among the young disciples of each school, and the others in the house are silent. No one speaks for Qing Jing.

"I'm too reckless." Little Daoist Priest turned to Meng Qi, and then quickly turned his head.

Meng Qi took a light breath and said nothing more, just said: "Little Monk Zhen Ding."

Brother Zhang surrendered his head slightly, and said to Meng Qi: "Zhen Ding junior brother, I am True Martial School Zhang Yuanshan. Mongolian friends sent me a lot of attention, saying that I have a brother, I am sorry for what happened today."

It ’s just that my martial arts are insignificant ... This sentence Meng Qi did n’t say it, nodded his head, indicating that he would n’t take care of these small things, and then folded his hands together, whispered a Buddha, and buried his head to clean the ground. Exited the room.

"This young monk is still a bit of a guts ..." Far away, Meng Qi heard Jiang Zhiwei say so.

Back to odd jobs courtyard, there is still a period of time before lunch, but Meng Qi is in a state of uneasiness and eager to practice, but "Hundred Days Foundation Building" already can be completed, and "meditation Qi Gathering" has no cultivation technique, so he has to hide in the zen room, and again Practice Arhat Fist everywhere to temper the flesh.

At lunchtime, Zhen Hui and others did not come back. It is said that they were arranged to clean Dharma Courtyard, which was the place where the disciples of each school fought together.

It was arrived in the evening, and Meng Qi only saw Zhen Yan, Zhen Hui and others coming back. They were all excited and exchanged a lot.

"Is the competition starting in the afternoon?" Meng Qi moved and asked quickly.

Zhen Hui nodded vigorously: "Well, it's wonderful! Unfortunately, you are not here."

Zhen Yan nodded slightly, and then sighed: "Their age is as if different from mine, but the martial arts are ten times that of me, hey ..."

People are more than people, mad ... Meng Qi burst out of this sentence in his mind, and then asked curiously, "Who is the final winner?"

"It's so exciting at the end, long sword, Daoist Priest ..." Zhen Hui waved his hands and stated excitedly, but his language organization was too chaotic, and Meng Qi didn't understand it.

Zhen Yan smiled and said: "The final battle is between True Martial School Zhang Yuanshan and Cleansing Sword Pavilion Jiang Zhiwei girls, hēi hēi, they have defeated young disciples of various factions, including Zhen Miao and Zhen Ben."

For the defeat of two fellow brothers who entered the temple together, Zhen Yan is a gloating appearance.

"True Martial School, Cleansing Sword Pavilion?" I don't know when, Xuan Xin came over, "Hey, the young disciples of these two factions encountered a narrow path."

"The narrow path of the enemy?" Meng Qi feels that the relationship between Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei is not bad.

Xuan Xin gave a cry: "Taoists have an divine art comparable to" Tathagata Divine Palm ", called" Truncating Heaven 7 Swords ", which has been lost for a long time. The foundations of the True Martial School and Cleansing Sword Pavilion legislature are one of them, each other, hey, and Vajra Temple The relationship with my Shaolin is similar, and Cleansing Sword Pavilion only respects Taoist ancestors and does not enter Taoism. Who lost in the end? "

"True Martial School Zhang Yuanshan lost to Jiang Zhiwei girl by half a stroke." Zhen Yan replied quickly, he said according to the evaluation of Dharma Courtyard Chief Kong Jian Divine Monk.

Xuan Xin froze for a moment: "Cleansing Sword Pavilion's little girl won? Won't it be another Su Wuming, hēi hēi, be careful and easy to break."

The monks discussed this contest very late. After returning to the meditation room, Meng Qi was unable to calm down for a long time. Thinking of the dragon and phoenix like Zhang Yuanshan, Jiang Zhiwei, and thinking about yourself, it was really annoying.

Through the thin clouds, Mingyue outside the window reflected a shallow water wave in front of the bed.

"When will it be possible to leave odd jobs courtyard and really start Martial Dao training ..." Meng Qi thought about it and couldn't help it, decided to ask Zhen Guan, Zhen Yi two years old odd jobs monk, Xuan Zang junior uncle arranged himself here, There must be his purpose.

"Brother Zhen Guan, Brother Zhen Yi, do you know how to get rid of odd jobs courtyard? Or do you have any specific requirements?" As long as the requirements are clear, and not focused, Meng Qi thinks he has hope to achieve it.

After hearing this sentence, the sleeping Zhen Yi sat up and laughed aloud: "After thinking hard, I entered Shaolin, but I was stuck here for three years and three years. I have to be sent out of the temple, nothing happens, haha, nothing, how can I face my father in the house! "

He laughs harder than crying, and cuckoo feels crying.

"Out of odd jobs courtyard? Well, in the past seven years, I have n’t seen anyone succeed! Hey, Xuan Ku and bald donkey are just talking big and cheating us to do hard work!" Zhen Guan gritted his teeth, as if said who would eat raw flesh.

Hearing their answer, the hope that Meng Qi had just emerged was wiped out by a pot of cold water, and my heart was at a loss.

Zhen Yi and Zhen Guan went into trouble for a while, then fell silent again and fell into a state of "autism" again, while Zhen Hui's breathing became longer and longer, obviously already fell asleep.

Meng Qi is looking out the window and is having trouble falling asleep. I feel like a bird trapped in a cage. I can't break free of it, and anxiety, anxiety, depression and other emotions come and go.

I do n’t know how long it took before Meng Qi fell into a dream.

The moonlight is like water, shining on Meng Qi, as if puts a layer of light veil on him, and suddenly, a bright blue color lights on his chest, which is very strange.