Chapter 25: The Overlord of the Martial Arts Hall (Please Click and Recommend)

With the rhythm of long breathing, Meng Qi's internal force was emitted from Dantian, passed through the three gates, passed through the life gate, entered the Niwan, and finally gathered in the Tanzhong, flowing down like snow, and all rivers return to the sea.

After several cycles of this, Meng Qi slowly mastered the secret of the "Shaolin Heart Method", so he took in the air and sank down, and opened his eyes.

At this time, Xuan Chi, who had just taught the heart method, had disappeared, and the sound of fists hitting flesh came from outside the quiet room.

Meng Qi's heart moved, and he stood up, ready to walk out of the quiet room and enter the martial arts hall.

This is not that he does not pay attention to the practice of internal strength, but except for being assigned patrol or guard duty, he can only touch the sword and practice swordsmanship in the martial arts hall. As for moving the heavens and strengthening the internal force, he can wait until the martial arts hall is closed and return to the meditation room.

"Little Junior Brother, let's go out together?" Meng Qi asked casually when he saw Zhenhui also opened his eyes.

Zhen Hui's face was ruddy and her eyes were dazed, as if she had just woken up. When asked by Meng Qi, she said embarrassedly: "Brother, the hot mouse is fun. I want to practice the mind method for a while."

"Well, you are at the stage of laying the foundation. Try to open up the Dantian as soon as possible." Meng Qi smiled, pushed open the door of the quiet room, and returned to the hall.

In the left corner of the martial arts hall, there was a weapon rack, mainly long sticks and swords, mixed with a small number of long swords and other items. Two yellow-robed deacon monks stood on each side to prevent accidental injuries when the monks practiced.

Meng Qi looked around and saw Zhen Yongzheng practicing Luohan Fist with others. So he didn't go up to say hello, but walked straight to the weapon rack, picked up an unsharpened sword, weighed it, got into position, and practiced the "Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Sword Method" given by Qi Xia slowly and clumsily from beginning to end.

A monk who was on duty nearby saw Meng Qi practicing swordsmanship and subconsciously narrowed his eyes. His eyes were like lightning. After watching for a while, he found that Meng Qi was practicing the most basic and common swordsmanship. He shook his head, turned his head, and continued to pay attention to the other monks' sparring.

Meng Qi used one move after another, gradually forgetting everything around him, immersed in his own swordsmanship world, swinging the sword like the wind, free and easy, and constantly checking the secret book to correct his mistakes.

After an unknown amount of time, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Meng Qi's forehead. He put away the sword and returned to his body, savoring the harvest just now.

"Huh, if practicing swordsmanship every day has this level of effect, I can almost master this swordsmanship in about a month." Meng Qi exhaled, secretly delighted, and then took a stance again and swung the sword.

This time, Meng Qi's "Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Sword" looked quite messy, because his focus was already on his own footsteps, and the swordsmanship was only to cover up that he was practicing "Eight Steps of Divine Movement" so as not to be discovered by the monk on duty.

Half an hour later, Meng Qi, who had a good memory, had roughly memorized the steps of the "Eight Steps of Divine Movement". With his internal strength, it was not difficult for him to practice it. However, not to mention mastering it, Meng Qi felt that he was still far away from getting started, as if there was something between them, hazy and unable to break through. At present, he could only remember the complex steps, which was completely useless.

"It seems that I have to practice it in combination with actual combat to find the trick of this step." After practicing for a night, Meng Qi was also tired and exhausted. After inserting the sword back into the weapon rack, he walked towards Zhenyong.

"Huh, Junior Brother Zhending, have you mastered the 'Shaolin Heart Method'?" Zhenyong half-bent his body, put his hands on his knees, and panted heavily. The previous few sparring matches had consumed a lot of his physical strength.

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

"Yes, look at my brain!" Zhenyong patted his bald head and slowly straightened up, "Let's go back to the meditation room now?"

The meditation room in the martial arts monks' academy is for two people, and Meng Qi and Zhenhui live next to Zhenyong.

Meng Qi nodded, and just as he was about to say he would go and call Zhenhui, he suddenly saw a burly and strong monk in front of him fiercely bumping into another monk.

With a snap, the thinner monk was knocked back several steps, looking at the opposite side in shock and anger, but before he could speak, the tall monk who bumped into him spoke viciously: "You actually bumped into me? Do you want to practice with me? Well, let's practice!"

The thinner monk's face turned pale, and there was obvious fear in his expression, but he did not refuse. He took a stance and fought with the tall and fierce monk.

As expected, the monk was beaten up by the burly monk with just two or three punches, and staggered towards the gate of the martial arts hall.

The bully monk waved his fist triumphantly and showed off to his companions around him.

Meng Qi was stunned, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He said to Zhen Yong beside him: "Is this okay?"

There were eight deacon monks watching nearby. He dared to commit crimes such as malicious provocation and beating his fellow monks! And the beaten monk did not even ask for help! Where are the Shaolin precepts?

Although there are rivers and lakes where there are people, there are bullies and being bullied, Meng Qi thought that Shaolin also has monks who have achieved enlightenment, which is considered a pure place of Buddhism. Even if there are dirty things, they will not show it like this.

Zhen Yong whispered: "His Dharma name is Zhenliang. He entered the temple three years ago. He has just accumulated a little energy. He likes to use the rules to bully the weak in the martial arts hall."

"Rules?" Meng Qi asked in confusion.

Zhen Yong said with a smile: "This is the rule of our martial arts academy. Anyone in the martial arts hall shall not refuse any monk's request for sparring. After all, if you are traveling in the martial arts world and someone wants to kill you, you can't say 'I don't want to fight with you', right? This also allows us to get familiar with the forced battle in advance. However, the academy has also made a distinction. Any monk who is close to the great success of Qi accumulation is not allowed to enter here. In addition, there is a martial arts hall dedicated to them."

"Zhen Liang grasped this point and chose to practice with the monks who had conflicts with him on weekdays. As for bumping into people, this is a reasonable provocation in the martial arts hall to help the monks get used to similar situations and effectively restrain their emotional fluctuations."

Meng Qi nodded, which was considered Understand the reason: "But whether the sparring is malicious or kind, the steward uncles and brothers should be able to tell?"

"I heard that Zhenliang has a brother in the Discipline Courtyard..." Zhenyong said in a low voice, "So as long as he does not violate the discipline, the steward uncles and brothers will turn a blind eye. Haha, Zhenliang is considered the tyrant of the martial arts hall."

Meng Qi thought of the monks struggling in the errand courtyard, and said, "Such people can be admitted to the martial monks' courtyard. I thought Uncle Xuanku was a truly upright person!"

"It is said that Uncle Xuanku was only responsible for the first few batches, and the rest were selected by other steward uncles. Hey, anyway, when the uncles and uncles come to select direct disciples in the future, they will consider their daily performance." Zhenyong has no prejudice against Xuanku.

Meng Qi reviewed his own arbitrariness and squinted his eyes at Zhenliang who was talking and laughing loudly with others.

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

The pressure of death in the samsara world made him unable to worry too much, and if he was expelled from Shaolin for this, it would be considered a wish come true.

Seeing Meng Qi walking towards Zhenliang, Zhenyong didn't understand what was going on for a moment, and just looked at his back in a daze.

"Humph, you actually refused to help me clean the yard." Zhenliang looked at the door of the hall.

A monk next to him laughed and said, "He doesn't know how powerful you are, Brother Zhenliang. Who in the entire martial arts hall can beat you?"

"Haha, you think I'm easy to deal with just because you think I'm kind on weekdays?" Zhenliang laughed.

At this time, Meng Qi walked to his side, pushed his shoulder, and knocked him away with a snap.

Zhenliang took a few steps back and looked at Meng Qi in disbelief. He usually bumped into others to provoke, but today he dared to bump into him?

Meng Qi exchanged his left and right hands with a smile, clenched his fists, looked at Zhenliang and said, "You actually bumped into me? Do you want to practice with me? Well, let's practice!"

Ah?

The reversal of the situation made Zhenliang stunned. Several of his companions looked at Meng Qi in disbelief. Where did this little monk come from? He looked handsome, but how could he be brainless?

Isn't this too bold?

Zhenyong's face changed, and he was about to step forward to stop him, but suddenly remembered that even the monk Zhenmiao who taught the monks lost to Zhending in the afternoon, so he slowed down his pace and looked at the two with a smile.

"Damn it! Bastard!" Zhenliang came back to his senses and was furious. He was the only one who bullied others, so how could others provoke him!

He also imitated Meng Qi and clenched his fists with his left and right hands, making a crackling sound, and said ferociously: "Okay, let's practice! If I don't let you cry for mercy, I will be your junior brother!"

The surrounding deacon monks looked at each other unchanged, as if there was no conflict at all.

As soon as the voice fell, Zhenliang rushed towards Meng Qi and made a powerful gesture.

After half an incense stick, Meng Qi punched Zhenliang lying on the ground a few times. In the surrounding monks' terrified and dreamy expressions, he stood up and patted his monk robe leisurely: "Thank you, hey, junior brother, you still need to practice more martial arts."

In the previous fight, Meng Qi was first familiar with the "Eight Steps of Divine Movement" and "Arhat Fist", which was very strenuous for a while, making Zhenliang very excited. He seemed to have seen Meng Qi wailing after being beaten by him, but as Meng Qi gradually became proficient, he was eager to stop and think about the gains, so he launched a fierce offensive. With the help of the iron shirt and the momentum of the life-and-death struggle, he quickly knocked Zhenliang to the ground and beat him up.

"Junior...brother..." Zhenliang gritted his teeth and growled, not believing that he would lose. He was obviously in the upper hand a few breaths ago, but how come this little monk turned into a scourge in an instant? His fists hitting him were like tickling him!

Meng Qi looked down at Zhenliang: "Hey, Junior Brother, you still don't seem to be convinced? Let's continue?"

Faced with this guy who looked more like a bully than himself, Zhenliang had to grit his teeth, stop talking, and slowly get up.

Meng Qi was proficient in Luohan Fist, and also vaguely grasped the essence of "Eight Steps of Divine Movement". Just when he was physically and mentally relaxed, he looked around and looked like he was eager to try and find someone to practice with.

With a whoosh, the surrounding monks scattered like birds and beasts.

"You really don't give me face..." Meng Qi shook his head and looked at Zhenliang, who was bruised and swollen again.

Zhenliang shuddered for no reason, and ran away without thinking.

"Junior Brother Zhending, your horizontal training skills are really extraordinary." Zhenyong came up to compliment him, and at this time, Zhenhui also left the meditation room.

So, Meng Qi restrained his fighting spirit and went back to the meditation room with them to practice "Shaolin Heart Method"

On the second day, they still carried water, learned to read, and practiced. When it was almost over, Zhen Miao stood in front of Meng Qi with his hands behind his back and said, "Brother Zhen Ding, are you ready?"

“Okay.” Meng Qi replied in a deep voice and stood out from the team. Fighting with the strong made him feel both pressured and excited.