Chapter 7 The Proud One of Heaven

Chapter 7 The Proud One of Heaven

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

Meng Qi was waving a broom to clean up the remaining snow in the courtyard. Suddenly, the door of a side room opened, and a little Taoist priest with a bun on his head stood by the door and shouted: "Little monk, the room is a little dirty, come and clean it up."

"Okay, donor." Meng Qi saluted with one hand and walked to the side room with the broom in hand. The little Taoist priest who still had some childishness had already returned to the room.

Meng Qi arrived at the door and looked inside, only to see seven or eight people inside the room. They were all dressed in different and colorful clothes, which was much more eye-catching than the monotonous clothes of Shaolin.

Hey, there seems to be a girl? Meng Qi didn't dare to take a closer look, so as not to lose etiquette, but just now he took a quick glance and seemed to see a girl wearing a goose-yellow dress.

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

Suddenly, a foot stretched out from nowhere, right in front of Meng Qi's feet.

Meng Qi had no time to retract his legs and tripped onto it. He felt that his body had lost its center of gravity and stumbled forward.

In surprise, Meng Qi vaguely saw that the person who tried to trip him was the little Taoist priest with double buns just now. His facial features were profound, and the most eye-catching thing was his pair of thick black eyebrows that looked like two flying knives. , at this time, he didn't even look at Meng Qi, and stared in front of Meng Qi with his bright eyes.

Meng Qi waved his arms, trying to maintain his balance and prevent him from falling, but the little Taoist priest's timing of stretching out his legs was so good that he was never able to regain his center of gravity. He could only see the ground getting closer and closer sadly, and imagined in his mind I fell down and looked miserable like a dog chewing shit.

At this time, a flash of goose-yellow color caught Meng Qi's eyes, and then, a long sword wrapped in a heavy copper-green scabbard appeared inexplicably like a flying giant from the sky, and gently pressed against Meng Qi's chest.

The force of this long sword was so light that Meng Qi could hardly feel the pain, but its angle and strength were just right. Meng Qi stopped his fall and regained his balance.

Meng Qi raised his head in confusion, and happened to see a very bright face. She had dark eyebrows and big eyes. Her black hair was simply pulled up and draped down smoothly. She was wearing a goose-yellow dress. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old. Years old, but there is no trace of childishness.

Her pink lips were slightly parted, and her voice was as clear as an oriole: "The Xuantian Sect calls itself the Heavenly Emperor's lineage. Is this the lineage that bullies children?"

Humph, the little Taoist priest of Xuantian Sect did not answer, but just snorted softly.

The girl turned to look at Meng Qi and suddenly smiled. Two pear dimples loomed around her mouth, making her look very sweet: "Little monk, don't worry about that bad guy. He just wants to use you to test my swordsmanship."

At this point, she pursed her lips slightly and raised her head slightly: "But even if he sees my swordsmanship, so what?"

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

"Thank you, girl, for saving me." Meng Qi stood firm and subconsciously thanked him.

The girl retracted her sword and laughed loudly: "You look like a young master from a noble family, not a young monk. You should be called the female donor."

Then she turned her sword upside down and returned the salute: "Well, my name is Jiang Zhiwei, a disciple of Xijian Pavilion. I'm really sorry to involve you in the fight between us."

At this time, the little Taoist priest of Xuantian Sect snorted again: "I just didn't expect Shaolin disciples to be so weak. They would trip and fall casually."

His eyebrows were raised, and matching the childish look on his face, he looked a bit pushy.

"He is just a handyman monk. Why don't you let me weigh your handyman's martial arts to see if he is as strong as you?" Jiang Zhiwei said sarcastically with a smile on her lips.

"You!" The little Taoist stood up immediately.

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

Meng Qi looked back and saw a young man wearing a Bagua robe walking in with his hands behind his back. He had long eyebrows, a straight nose, and electric eyes.

At first glance, Meng Qi thought that this handsome and masculine man was in his twenties, but after a closer look, he could tell from his brows that he was probably only seventeen or eighteen years old.

He has a very mature temperament... Meng Qi calmed down his angry and aggrieved mood and commented secretly.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Qingjing tripped this young monk to test my swordsmanship." Jiang Zhiwei simply stated the matter without adding any detail.

Senior Brother Zhang looked at Qingjing and said calmly and confidently: "Now that you have left the mountain gate, every move you make represents the Xuantian Sect. Don't lose your dignity."

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang." The little Taoist priest replied a little aggrievedly, but it seemed that Senior Brother Zhang had a high prestige among the young disciples of various sects. Everyone else in the room was silent, and no one spoke for Qingjing.

"I was too reckless." The little Taoist priest turned to Meng Qi and said, then quickly turned his head away.

Meng Qi took a deep breath and said nothing more, "The little monk is really settled."

Senior Brother Zhang gently nodded and said to Meng Qi: "Junior Brother Zhending, I am Zhang Yuanshan of the Zhenwu Sect. Friends from all sects value me and call me Senior Brother. I hope you will forgive me for what happened today."

It's just that my martial arts skills are low... Meng Qi didn't say this. He nodded, indicating that he wouldn't take such trivial matters to his heart. Then he clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddha's name in a low voice, buried his head in cleaning the floor, and exited. Room.

"This little monk has some backbone..." Meng Qi vaguely heard Jiang Zhiwei's comment from a distance.

Back at the Miscellaneous Courtyard, there was still some time before lunch, but Meng Qi was in a difficult mood and eager to practice. However, the "Hundred Days of Foundation Building" had been completed, and there was no technique for "Meditating to Accumulate Qi", so he had to hide in In the Zen room, practice Arhat Boxing over and over again to temper your body.

During lunch, Zhenhui and others did not come back. It was said that they were arranged to clean the Bodhidharma Courtyard, which was where the disciples of the various sects competed.

It wasn't until the evening that Meng Qi saw Zhenyan, Zhenhui and others coming back, with excitement on their faces and endless exchanges with each other.

"Are you going to start competing in the afternoon?" Meng Qi's heart moved and he quickly stepped forward and asked.

Zhenhui nodded vigorously: "Well, it's wonderful! It's a pity that you are not here, senior brother."

Zhenyan nodded slightly, then sighed: "They are about the same age as me, but their martial arts skills are ten times that of mine, eh..."

Comparing people with each other makes people angry... This sentence suddenly popped up in Meng Qi's mind, and then asked curiously, "Who is the final winner?"

"It was so exciting at the end, the long sword, the Taoist priest..." Zhenhui stated excitedly, waving her hands, but his language was so confusing that Meng Qi couldn't understand it.

Zhenyan smiled and said: "The final decisive battle is between Zhenwu Sect Zhang Yuanshan and Miss Jiang Zhiwei of Xijiang Pavilion. Hehe, they defeated young disciples of various sects before, including Zhenmiao and Zhenben."

Regarding the defeat of the two senior brothers who entered the temple together, Zhen Yan looked like he was gloating about his misfortune.

"Zhenwu Sect, Xijian Pavilion?" At some point, Xuanxin came over and said, "Hey, the young disciples of these two sects actually met on opposite sides of the road."

"Enemies meet on a narrow road?" Meng Qi felt that Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei had a good relationship.

Xuanxin clicked his tongue: "Taoism has a magical skill that is comparable to the "Tathagata Divine Palm", called the "Seven Swords of Cutting the Sky", which has been lost for a long time. The foundations of the Zhenwu Sect and the Xijiang Pavilion sect are each one of them, and they are different from each other. , Hey, it’s similar to the relationship between Jingang Temple and Shaolin. Moreover, Xijiang Pavilion only respects Taoist ancestors and does not join Taoism. Who loses in the end?”

"Zhenwu sect Zhang Yuanshan lost to Miss Jiang Zhiwei by half a move." Zhenyan quickly replied. He was basing his words on the evaluation of the first Kongjian monk of Bodhidharma Academy.

Xuan Xin was stunned for a moment: "Did the little girl from Xijian Pavilion win? It couldn't be another Su Wuming, hehe, be careful, the steel is very easy to break."

The monks discussed this martial arts competition until very late. After returning to the meditation room, Meng Qi could not calm down for a long time. He thought about Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei, who were like dragons and phoenixes among people, and then thought about himself, which made him really irritable.

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

"When can I leave the Servant House and really start practicing martial arts..." Meng Qi thought about it, couldn't hold it back, and decided to ask Zhen Guan and Zhen Ying, two long-term Servant monks. Uncle Xuan Zang will The arrangement here must have his purpose.

"Brother Zhen Guan, Senior Brother Zhen Ying, do you know how to get out of the Servant House? Or do you have any specific requirements?" As long as the requirements are clear and not based on one intention, Meng Qi believes that he has hope of achieving them.

Hearing this sentence, Zhen Ying, who loves to sleep, sat up and laughed loudly: "It took a lot of thought to enter Shaolin, but three years after three years, I have been trapped here. In two years, I have to be I have been sent out of the temple and nothing has been accomplished. Haha, nothing has been accomplished. How can I face my parents at home?”

His laughter was worse than crying, and he felt like a cuckoo weeping blood.

"Get out of the labor camp? Huh, I haven't seen anyone succeed in the past seven years! Hey, that bald donkey Xuanku is just telling lies to trick us into doing hard labor!" Zhenguan said through gritted teeth, as if he wanted to eat someone's flesh and blood raw. .

After hearing their answers, Meng Qi's initial hopes were extinguished by a basin of cold water, and he felt at a loss.

Zhenying and Zhenguan made a fuss for a while, then fell silent again, falling into a state of "autism" again, while Zhenhui's breathing became longer and longer, and she was obviously asleep.

Meng Qi looked out the window, having trouble falling asleep. He felt like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to escape, feeling anxious, anxious, frustrated and other emotions one after another.

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

The moonlight was like water, shining on Meng Qi's body, as if covering him with a veil. Suddenly, his chest lit up with a greenish-green color, which was very strange.