Chapter 29 Siege

The scene in front of me gradually became clearer. The trees blocked the sunlight, leaving golden patches.

Meng Qi, who was prepared, looked around vigilantly, but found no sign of an enemy attack.

"Huh?" After observing the environment clearly, Meng Qi frowned, slightly surprised.

Because he found that there were only three people standing around, Qi Zhengyan, who always had a straight face and looked bitter and resentful, Xiang Hui, a gangster, and Xiaozi, a delicate girl who had no power to restrain a chicken.

"Miss Jiang, Senior Brother Zhang are not here..." Meng Qi felt helpless at this. He had already remembered the prompt of the main mission - "split the troops into two groups"!

But Meng Qi didn't hesitate. If it was the last time, he would be scared. But now, he has the basic ability to protect himself. If he is still timid and fearful, what kind of man do he look like!

"Senior Brother Qi, we must first find out how to get to Shaolin." Meng Qi ignored the sobbing and trembling Xiao Zi and the anxious Xiang Hui, exchanged a look with Qi Zhengyan, and said concisely.

He found that he had no idea where he was or which direction Shaolin was in.

Qi Zhengyan looked up at the sky, then looked at the nearby trees, and pondered for a moment: "I think the trees are not dense, and you can hear the sound of cars and horses in the distance. It should be not far from the main road, so go out first and look for pedestrians." Ask for directions."

He knew that Meng Qi had little experience in the world, so he tried his best to recall what he had learned in order to lead others.

Meng Qi turned to Xiao Zi and Xiang Hui and said, "Are you two going to Shaolin by yourself, or are you following us?"

The little evil thought in his heart told Meng Qi that it would be much easier for him and Qi Zhengyan if there were not these two trolls.

"Master, Master, I will follow you!" Xiao Zi trembled as if struck by lightning, ran to Meng Qi's side in two or three steps, and held Meng Qi's sleeves tightly with both hands.

Xiang Hui smiled broadly, nodded and bowed: "Holy Monk, you are the only one who will follow your lead."

Seeing that they were all trying to please him, Meng Qi could probably guess their mentality. Firstly, he was a monk, so he naturally gave people a sense of compassion. Secondly, he often smiled and was not as dull and solemn as Qi Zhengyan, who was inaccessible. Thirdly, he He showed his martial arts skills and left a deep impression on them.

"Hang the donor, I didn't expect you to be a person who has read books?" Meng Qi said with a smile.

Xiang Hui quickly smiled and said: "Shen Monk Muzan, the younger ones all learned how to use the white paper fan in the gang."

This guy, at first thought he was Lu Zhishen's type of reckless and arrogant person, but he turned out to be the type of dog-legger who wants to please others. Meng Qi sighed secretly, turned to Xiao Zi who was tugging on his sleeve and said, "Miss Xiao Zi, If you want to follow us, don't do this, it will prevent us from taking action."

He originally had some evil thoughts in his heart, but from Xiang Hui and Xiao Zi, he thought of the last reincarnation mission. If Jiang Zhiwei and others disliked his low martial arts and were unwilling to take him, he would have died tragically at the hands of the men in black. He took his hand, so he felt sympathy for his fellow sufferers and moved his heart of compassion.

"Since my life was saved by Miss Jiang out of kindness, let's show kindness when it's not in danger." Meng Qi sighed to himself. Of course, no matter how kind he was, Meng Qi would not do it for a stranger. People pay for it with their own lives.

Xiao Zi let go of her hand, stepped back a few steps, and stood side by side with Qi Hui. Then she suppressed her tears and followed Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan honestly outside the forest.

The ground in the forest was uneven, with protruding roots intertwined with fallen leaves and putrid mud. Xiao Zi walked with a stumble, but she did not cry out in pain. She gritted her teeth and tried not to be left behind by the crowd.

"She is soft on the outside but strong on the inside." Meng Qi, who was observing secretly, nodded gently. If she still cried miserably, refused to endure hardship, and was spoiled, he might not really want to leave her.

You can bring the oil bottle with you, but the burden will be completely harmful to yourself.

Looking back, Meng Qi saw Qi Zhengyan's rigid face in front of him, and his heart suddenly moved.

This time the troops were divided into two groups, and the strongest one on his side was Qi Zhengyan. Although he was not afraid of him, sincere cooperation was always better than fighting alone.

Well, we need to establish friendship and get closer to each other. Meng Qi thought for a moment and came up with an idea. He smiled and said, "Senior Brother Qi, how are you doing with that swordsmanship?"

"One month is too short, so I'm just getting started." Qi Zhengyan nodded slightly, still looking serious.

Meng Qi said with a smile: "Just get started. With the Changhe Sword Technique, Senior Brother Qi, your strength will improve greatly."

"We haven't started actual combat yet, so we don't dare to speak loudly." Qi Zhengyan answered concisely and to the point.

The corner of Meng Qi's mouth twitched: "Senior Brother Qi, actually, why are you always so heavy and so quiet? Since you can't get rid of this reincarnation task for the time being, why don't you face it with a smile? Relaxing your mood is more conducive to the development of your strength. ”

At this moment, Meng Qi felt like he was receiving psychological counseling again.

"What the holy monk said is absolutely true." Xiang Hui tried his best to smile and agreed, but Qi Zhengyan said nothing.

"All confusion and fear originate from the heart..." Meng Qi felt slightly proud and began to talk at length about "the benefits of facing reincarnation tasks with a smile."

As he listened, Qi Zhengyan stopped suddenly without looking back, and said quietly: "I was born like this..."

"Um, could it be that, Senior Brother Qi, you were hurt in some way when you were a child? Or was the environment at that time oppressive?" Meng Qi asked smoothly.

"When I was young, it was very good!" Qi Zhengyan still didn't look back, and said through gritted teeth, and then his voice became louder, "Junior Brother Zhending! We are in the midst of being chased and intercepted, and our ears are for listening to noises, not nonsense. !”

"Haha." Meng Qi laughed dryly twice, dispelling his shame and embarrassment, and said sincerely: "I have little experience in the martial arts world, thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Qi."

Seeing that Meng Qi did not get angry, Qi Zhengyan was slightly stunned, and slowly nodded: "Be careful about everything."

The conversation between the two made Xiang Hui suspicious. The guy who seemed to be owed five taels of silver by the whole world seemed to be more powerful than the monk?

After walking for a while, Meng Qi and others saw a rammed earth road, and the passing of carriages and horses raised a lot of dust.

There was a teahouse on the side of the road, with a canopy and selling some food. It was not noon, and there were not many customers resting.

Meng Qi looked over and saw that the owner of the teahouse was an old man. There were four tables of people sitting inside. One table was a dusty couple, one table was a peddler, one table was an old man playing the huqin, and one table was a rich young master holding a pretty maid and his guards.

"Brother Qi, I'll go over to get some information and buy some dry food. You can help me keep an eye on the area." Meng Qi looked at Qi Zhengyan's face full of hatred and decided to go by himself. Besides, with Qi Zhengyan hiding behind him, he could be warned and rescued if he was besieged.

Qi Zhengyan carefully observed the people in the tea shop and the surrounding environment. After a long time, he said with a sullen face: "I think the peddler is too clean. He doesn't look like someone who travels around the village all year round. You must be careful."

He actually didn't have much experience in the underworld and was a little unconfident.

Hearing what he said, Meng Qi looked at him and found that the peddler did not feel tired and annoyed, especially the hand holding the teacup, which did not have any cracks from years of sun exposure.

"I saved it." Meng Qi walked over slowly.

When approaching the tea shop, Meng Qi suddenly heard a horse neigh. He turned his head subconsciously and saw four brown horses and a gorgeous carriage parked next to them.

"Well, if they ride horses, they should be faster than us who rely on Qinggong." Meng Qi's mind moved. He knew very well that his current Qinggong could be compared with a horse at short distances, but he would be pulled down at a long distance. Moreover, riding a horse is more labor-saving than traveling by yourself, and when encountering danger, he can still have enough spare energy to fight back.

"Well, I need to buy it from the horse owner later." He touched the jade pendant in his arms, and did not think of becoming a robber for the time being. Before entering the reincarnation world this time, he was worried that there would be a place where silver would be needed in the mission, so he brought the jade pendant with him.

As for who the horse owner was, Meng Qi could guess with his toes that it must be the rich young master wearing brocade and jade. With the delicate appearance of his maid, he would definitely not be able to get here without a carriage.

So, Meng Qi subconsciously walked into the teahouse from near the rich young master, and looked at them up and down.

"You monk, what are you looking at!" One of the two guards walked up with his arms folded.

Meng Qi saw that he walked heavily and had a fierce attitude, which made him amused for a moment. He imitated the bad monk in his impression and put his hands together: "Amitabha, I think you donors have a connection with my Buddha."

"Haha, you bald donkey, what do you mean by connection? You just want to get some money?" The rich young master laughed, stroking the maid's face, and his face darkened, "Get out! Young master, I hate you evil monks and evil Taoists the most in my life!"

"Last time, my wife was taken away by an evil monk for three hundred taels of silver..." the maid said with a smile.

"Humph, any evil monk or evil Taoist who dares to approach our door in the future will have his legs broken!" The young master signaled the two guards to drive Meng Qi away.

Meng Qi was not in a hurry, and was ready to "discuss" with the rich young master later. He walked around a few tables and walked towards the owner of the tea shop.

"Shopkeeper, I have something to ask you." Meng Qi put his hands together.

The old man with a hunched back and sparse white hair returned the greeting with a smile: "I have always believed in Buddhism, Master, please ask questions."

Meng Qi lowered his voice so that the peddler would not hear: "I want to go to Shaohua Mountain, but I don't know which road to take?"

At the same time, Meng Qi's attention was mostly on the peddler.

The old man smiled and said: "Follow this official road straight ahead, it will take three days..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression changed and he looked behind Meng Qi in astonishment.

The peddler had already pulled out a long sword from the shoulder pole, kicked his feet, and rushed behind Meng Qi.

He actually attacked directly? Could it be that his hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people? Meng Qi was surprised, but his attention was focused and he did not feel flustered. He turned around and waved his long sword to block the peddler.

Suddenly, Meng Qi felt a pain in his waist. At some point, the old man behind him had two daggers in his hands and stabbed him in the waist fiercely.

Meng Qi took a step forward, trying to avoid the dagger, but at this moment, the dusty couple also rushed out with swords, one pointed directly at Meng Qi's throat, and the other swept his legs with a ground knife.

Alas, the old man playing the erhu sighed softly, pulled out a thin short sword from the erhu, dodged, got behind Meng Qi, and stabbed him in the back.