Chapter 70 The Shadow of a Man's Name and 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 right from his mother's womb, Mu Shan's decades of immersion in swordsmanship are not unworthy of his fame!

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 is very aware that there are similar grievances in the world. He "completely defeated" Mu Shan and disgraced him. Naturally, filial sons, apprentices, etc. will come to challenge him and clear away his previous shame.

This is the world... Meng Qi sighed secretly and said 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 taught a lot of skills?

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 better 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 stared at 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 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 the others slowly came back to their senses. They glanced at each other and found that there was unconcealable astonishment 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 an event that was enough to be remembered in the history 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. When he saw these guys wearing long swords, he didn't like them. He smiled and saluted: "It doesn't matter, monks don't live up to their reputation."

We have never considered ourselves to be monks.

"Master Zhennao has become an eminent monk." Although it felt strange to say this to a young monk, Ji Xin still flattered him with a smile.

Le Shishi looked at the sword in Meng Qi's waist and asked curiously: "I wonder what sect the mage comes from, but he has such a magical sword technique."

"The poor monk cultivated the Wild Fox Zen and had a wonderful encounter by chance." Meng Qi said this deliberately to let them spread the news.

"What an adventure..." The eyes of the two girls, Le Shishi and Nie Yao, were sparkling, as if they were imagining that they too would have an adventure.

Ning Daogu and Ji Xin didn't show it clearly, but they still had similar meanings in their expressions.

After chatting for a while, when they were happy to have made a real master, Meng Qi said with a solemn expression: "The poor monk likes purity. If there are any challenges in the future, please ask a few donors to tell me that the poor monk is not here. Haha, today It is true that the poor monk is not here in the evening and has to go out to visit friends."

"I'm in Xia Province." Ning Daogu agreed with a smile on his face. It was a great honor to be able to help a master like Master Zhending.

In the evening, the news spread completely. All the people in Tianding City or ordinary people who like rumors about Jianghu knew that there was a teenage Zhending Master. He was young but had excellent martial arts. He could easily take over without moving. Killed Mu Hengtian five times.

Suddenly, countless martial arts people who were proud of their skills rushed to the ruined temple and tried to challenge him. Anyway, Master Zhending was a monk and would not harm anyone's life. There was no risk in challenging him. If he lost, he would lose to such a person. No one will laugh at you. If you win, your reputation will immediately rise, and you will become a master among countless people!

Fortunately, Meng Qi had given instructions in advance, and Ning Daogu, Le Shishi and other Jiangnan heroes blocked them with the excuse of not being there.

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

There was a wooden sign hanging outside Qiu Chan Hall, which said "Wangyou Ointment is on sale today." Seeing this, Meng Qi nodded lightly and went straight into the store.

The old shopkeeper glanced at Meng Qi, his eyes sparkling: "I have already contacted a fortune teller and agreed. I also asked the guest to show his identity and pay the previous chapter of "The Magic of Apparition" as a deposit."

"Show identity?" Meng Qi asked knowingly, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The one he could contact was definitely not Shen Hou.

The shopkeeper said in an old voice: "Many people set traps against Xiangshen by entrusting tasks. If we don't know the identity of the guest, how can we retaliate afterwards? And if the guest defaults on the bill afterwards, we also know who to ask for it. Don't worry, We will not reveal the identity of our guests.”

When it comes to revenge after the incident, he is quite candid.

"Okay." Meng Qi was mentally prepared, nodded slowly in agreement, and entered the back room with the shopkeeper.

Taking off his bamboo hat, Meng Qi said bluntly: "The poor monk is really determined."

"It turns out to be Master Zhending, haha. No wonder he has such terrifying martial arts at such a young age. No wonder he wants to deal with the You family." The old shopkeeper suddenly realized that he obviously regarded Meng Qi, who had taken out the "Transformation Technique", as the successor of Snow God Palace.

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

The old shopkeeper no longer had any doubts about Meng Qi's identity and took over the first chapter of "The Apparition Law" - Meng Qi had already copied a new 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 off the guests and did not ask Meng Qi why he entrusted the Twelve Phase God with the task when he had enough strength to do it.

Meng Qi left immediately and had no intention of arresting him for torture. This kind of outside contact person definitely didn't know the core secrets, and it would be easy to alert him.

Moreover, the Twelve Phase Gods act secretly, and most of them communicate through secret messages, which are difficult to track. Even if they monitor the shopkeeper's every move, there is little gain - if the Twelve Phase Gods could be locked so easily, this organization would have been destroyed long ago. .

After leaving Huaishu Street, Meng Qi saw crowds of people on the avenue, with swords everywhere. Looking at the sky, he saw dark clouds hanging low, the atmosphere depressing, and heavy rain coming.

I wonder how many major events will happen in the past few days... Meng Qi sighed inwardly.