Chapter 70: The Shadow of a Man's Fame and a Tree

Chapter 70: The Shadow of a Man's Fame and a Tree

Ji Xin, Le Shishi and others opened their mouths half-open and looked at the closed door in disbelief, suspecting that their ears were hallucinating.

Mu Shan, the master of the Eighteen Waterways in the South, a world-class master, a brother to the Grandmaster, a strong man who was not even sixty years old, actually suffered humiliation from a young monk who was no more than sixteen years old at most?

How appalling this is!

Even if he started practicing martial arts since he was still in his mother's womb, Mu Shan's decades of immersion in swordsmanship are not unworthy of his reputation!

Could it be something else? They subconsciously guessed this.

Meng Qi in the room couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth after hearing Mu Hengtian's words. What is this? Beat the older one to the younger one?

In fact, he knew very well that similar grievances were inevitable in the world. He "completely defeated" Mu Shan and disgraced him. Naturally, filial sons, apprentices, etc. would come to challenge him and clear away the shame.

This is the world... Meng Qi sighed secretly and spoke in a calm tone: "The poor monk and Donor Mu just exchanged a few moves and narrowly won by one or two. Why is there any shame? Little Donor Mu, please go back."

The plain answer was like a thunder in the ears of Ning Daogu, Nie Yao and others, which shocked them out of their minds and made them feel like they were in a dream. Did this young monk really defeat Mu Shan? This is simply incredible!

Could it be that he has a knack for rejuvenating his appearance and rejuvenating his youth? Or maybe you had an adventure at a young age and was granted a lifetime of skill?

If it's the latter, think about yourself, you're really old enough to live like a dog!

Mu Hengtian still maintained the posture of bowing his hands in salute: "After that day, my father was depressed in his heart. He often lamented that the master's sword skills were so powerful that they could not be understood by common sense. He had lived half his life in vain. I can't bear that my father was like this. He knew that it was just for the sake of learning. However, he had no choice but to come forward to challenge it shamelessly and ask the mage for permission. "

Meng Qi was about to refuse when he suddenly remembered something. His reputation was not good at the moment, many things were difficult to handle, and no one believed his words, so he sighed and said: "Little donor Mu is very filial, so let me discuss this with you, poor monk." , giving you five chances, if you can force the poor monk to leave the futon, the poor monk will lose. "

What a loud tone! This was the first thought that came to the minds of Le Shishi, Nie Yao and others. He actually wanted to sit still and receive Mu Hengtian's five swords without moving his body or feet!

Mu Hengtian is a person who has the potential to reach the realm of a grandmaster. Currently, he is only half a step behind You Tongguang, Cui Jinhua, Shen Hou and others, and is stronger than his father Mu Shan. Unless a grandmaster is present, who can do it?

Mu Hengtian knew what was going on at that time and knew that Master Zhending had the guts to say this, so he drew out his long sword and bowed respectfully: "Master, please give me some advice."

After saying that, he pushed open the door of the Zen room and entered with the knife in hand.

Le Shishi, Ning Daogu and more than a dozen people all opened their eyes and looked into the Zen room. However, the door of the Zen room was not big, and Mu Hengtian, who was jumping up and down, blocked their sight, leaving them only He saw the sword flashing across the sky, heard five crisp sounds of "dang dang dang", and then saw Mu Hengtian walking out with an extremely ugly face. When he reached the door, he turned around and gave a salute, saying bitterly:

"As expected, the mage can master the magic with swords, but I am so arrogant."

"Amitabha, sword skills are something external to the body. Donor Mu, please don't be too attached."

The sound was not loud, coming from the Zen room, but in the ears of Ning Daogu, Ji Xin and others who witnessed the battle, there was an indescribable feeling of being a master. The little monk sitting cross-legged on the futon It also seems to have a bit of a sense of being out of the world.

Mu Hengtian sighed: "Thank you so much, Master, for teaching me. Today I know that there is heaven outside the world, and there are people outside the world."

After saying that, he turned around and left with a disappointed look on his face. Within a few steps, his mood was adjusted to the same level as before, without any fluctuations.

"Oh, idiot." A soft sigh reached the ears of Ning Daogu and others, making them feel inexplicable emotions and stared blankly at the gray-robed monk who lowered his head as if chanting sutras.

But Meng Qi, who pretended to be an eminent monk, was very satisfied with his performance just now, and his image as an expert had been initially established. The only problem was that he had not yet reached the enlightenment, and he had no chance of palming the wind or pointing the wind. Otherwise, at this moment, with a wave of sleeves and robe, the door slowly closed, and the self with lowered eyebrows and chanting sutras was "covered up" little by little, how elegant would that be!

Meng Qi knew very well about his hobby of being in the limelight, pretending to be superior, and acting cool, and he was not ashamed of it. As long as he didn't do it all the time and it affected his business, then it was okay. Who didn't have some hobbies?

Alas, no matter whether you jump down and close the door or ask people outside to help, it will damage your image as a master!

Meng Qi couldn't see anything, so he closed his eyes and started to regulate his breathing.

After a while, Zhi Ke Monk slowly came over and closed the door. Ning Daogu and others slowly came back to their senses and glanced at each other. They all found that there was unconcealable surprise in each other's eyes.

Such a tyrannical figure as Mu Hengtian couldn't force Master Zhending to stand up or move within five swords. His sword skills were too terrifying, weren't they? Isn’t the theory of communication with the gods an exaggeration?

This big news that shocked the world made them restless. After a while, they went out one after another, showing off that they had experienced a major event that could be remembered in the annals of the world. Only Ning Daogu and Le Shishi, the four heroes from the south of the Yangtze River, remained. In the courtyard, I seemed to want to wait for Master Zhending to finish meditating, chat a few words, and ask him for advice.

Although swords and swords have different paths, they lead to the same goal and there is always something in common.

After silently estimating the time, Meng Qi opened the door and walked out.

"Master Zhending, I am ignorant of Mount Tai, and I thought you were an ordinary monk before." Ning Daogu did not hide it and said openly, hoping to close the distance.

Meng Qi himself was not good at swordsmanship, so he didn't like these guys wearing long swords. He smiled and saluted, saying, "It's okay. Monks should not have false reputations."

I have never considered myself a monk.

"Master is really a great monk." Although it felt strange to say this to a young monk, Ji Xin still smiled and flattered.

Le Shishi looked at the sword on Meng Qi's waist and asked curiously, "I wonder what sect the master came from to have such a magical swordsmanship."

"I practiced wild fox Zen and had an adventure by chance." Meng Qi said this deliberately so that they could spread it.

"Adventure..." Le Shishi and Nie Yao's eyes were shining, as if they were imagining that they could also have an adventure.

Ning Daogu and Ji Xin didn't show it obviously, but similar meanings could still be seen from their expressions.

After a while of greetings, when they were delighted to have made friends with a real master, Meng Qi's face became serious and he said, "I like quietness. If there is another challenge in the future, please tell the donors that I am not here. Haha, I am not here tonight. I have to go out to visit friends." "I saved it." Ning Daogu agreed with a smile. It was a great honor to help a master like Master Zhending. By the evening, the news had spread thoroughly. All the people in Tianding City or ordinary people who liked rumors knew that there was a ten-year-old Master Zhending. Although he was young, his martial arts skills were superb. He easily took Mu Hengtian's five swords without moving. In a short time, countless martial artists who were proud of their skills rushed to the ruined temple and tried to challenge him. Anyway, Master Zhending was a monk who would not hurt people's lives easily. Challenging him was the least risky. If you lose, no one will laugh at you if you lose to such a person. If you win, your reputation will rise immediately and you will become one of the few people under the Grandmaster! Fortunately, Meng Qi had given instructions in advance, and Ning Daogu, Le Shishi and other four Jiangnan heroes used the excuse of being away to stop them.

Meng Qi continued to monitor the You Mansion, and took a look at the night activities outside the City Lord's Mansion. At noon the next day, he went to Huaishu Street again in disguise.

There was a wooden sign hanging outside Qiuchan Hall, which read "Forget Worry Ointment for Sale Today". Seeing this, Meng Qi nodded slightly and walked straight into the store.

The old shopkeeper glanced at Meng Qi, his eyes shining: "I have contacted a fortune-teller, and he has agreed. Please show your identity and use the previous chapters of "Illusionary Form" as a deposit."

"Show your identity?" Meng Qi asked knowingly, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The one who could be contacted must not be Shen Hou.

The shopkeeper said in an old voice: "Many people set traps to deal with Xiangshen by entrusting tasks. If we don't know the identity of the customer, how can we retaliate afterwards? And if the customer refuses to pay, we also know who to ask for it. Don't worry, we won't reveal the identity of the customer."

Speaking of revenge afterwards, he was frank.

"Okay." Meng Qi was mentally prepared. He nodded slowly and agreed, and went into the back room with the shopkeeper.

Taking off his bamboo hat, Meng Qi said directly: "I am Zhending."

"So it's Master Zhending. Haha, no wonder you have such terrible martial arts at such a young age. No wonder you want to deal with the You family." The old shopkeeper suddenly realized that Meng Qi, who took out the "Illusionary Form Method", was obviously regarded as the heir of the Snow God Palace.

He only knew the name of Master Zhending last night. At first, he didn't believe that such a young monk could defeat Mu Hengtian.

A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. The old shopkeeper no longer doubted Meng Qi's identity and took over the first chapter of "The Great Art of Illusion" - Meng Qi had already copied a copy and pondered the contents.

"Within three days, You Hongbo will be sent to the master. Please hand over the remaining chapters at that time." The old shopkeeper stood up to see him off. He did not ask Meng Qi why he entrusted the Twelve Gods with the task when he had enough strength to do it himself.

Meng Qi left immediately without the idea of ​​arresting him for interrogation. Such an outside contact person must not know the core secrets, and it would be easy to alert the enemy if he was dealt with.

Moreover, the Twelve Gods acted secretly and mostly communicated through secret codes, which was not easy to track. Even if the shopkeeper's every move was monitored, there would be little gain - if the Twelve Gods could be locked so easily, this organization would have been destroyed long ago.

After leaving Huaishu Street, Meng Qi saw people crowded on the avenue, wearing swords and knives everywhere. He looked at the sky and saw dark clouds hanging low, the atmosphere was depressing, and heavy rain was coming.

I wonder how many big things will happen in the next few days... Meng Qi sighed in his heart.