Chapter 55: Breaking Through

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, shining on the cliff alone. Meng Qi, who was hiding in the dark, recognized the figure at a glance.

Zhen Yong!

Although Meng Qi's energy has been mainly focused on the practice of the Golden Bell Cover, swordsmanship, and Qinggong in recent days, and there are many courtyards between him and the Martial Monk Academy, which makes communication inconvenient, but after resuming his studies in the Sutra Academy, he can still run into Zhen Yong every day, chat with him, and learn about the trivial matters in the temple. Therefore, even if the figure is facing Meng Qi sideways, he is still sure that the other party is Zhen Yong!

What is he doing on the cliff so late?

Is there really a big secret?

Meng Qi thought a little irritably. He has a big secret and is completely unwilling to get involved in other events to avoid being discovered.

In Shaolin Temple, he just wants to be a quiet little monk.

It is with this mentality and the awareness that he is not yet a master that he did not rashly explore the secret passage last time when he saw Zhenguan, but returned directly and sent a signal.

The gray figure turned around and looked around warily. The hazy moonlight shone on his face, clearly showing that Meng Qi's judgment was correct. He was Zhenyong.

Meng Qi held his breath and controlled his heartbeat. He didn't want to attract Zhenyong's attention. He hoped that he would leave quickly, so that he could resume patrolling without anyone noticing. When Zhenhui reported the previous events to his master tomorrow, Zhenyong's secret would naturally be discovered.

This place was remote and hidden, and almost no one knew about it. After Zhenyong inspected it habitually, he took out a book from his arms and flipped through it with a smile on his face.

The cold moonlight was scattered, and Meng Qi, who had condensed six acupoints related to the eye orifices, found that the book in Zhenyong's hand had white paper. It didn't look like the precious paper such as "Muhua Paper" used to write secret books, but rather like the inferior paper used by the novice monks in the chanting hall to copy and practice calligraphy.

"Is it a book copied on ordinary paper?" Meng Qi subconsciously speculated.

Zhenyong was so absorbed in watching that he muttered something to himself. For a moment, he lost the awareness that those who did "bad things" should leave the scene quickly, which made Meng Qi secretly anxious.

He was not afraid that he could not endure it, but that the junior fellow student beside him had never experienced such a situation. As time went by, he might be anxious and restless, and it would be very easy for him to bump into something and make a noise.

Meng Qi tilted his head slightly and looked at Zhenyong. Under the swaying shadow, his face looked dark, and he was looking at Zhenyong intently with a hint of curiosity.

It's not bad to have the same intentions... Seeing this, Meng Qi silently praised him.

After about an incense stick of time, Zhenyong adjusted his stiff posture and bumped into a piece of gravel, which rolled down the cliff, but no sound came back.

Awakened by the movement, Zhenyong reluctantly closed the book in his hand.

He didn't dare to stay too long, and stretched his hand out of the cliff to grope.

After groping for a while, he withdrew his right hand, and there was an oil paper bag.

"There seems to be a gap on the outside of the cliff where something can be hidden. It's quite hidden..." Meng Qi nodded thoughtfully.

Zhenyong opened the oil paper bag, which contained several books of different thicknesses. He put the book in his hand into it, and then wrapped it tightly again.

Just then, a reckless mouse ran out of the hole, scaring Zhenhui to hide behind.

Crack, the sound of the branch breaking was particularly clear in the quiet night!

With a snap, Zhenyong's hand shook, and the oil paper bag fell to the ground. He looked back in shock and panic.

At the same time, his left hand subconsciously reached out of the cliff.

"Who?" Zhenyong asked in a low voice, as if he had not seen Meng Qi and Zhenhui yet.

As soon as the voice fell, before Meng Qi could come up with a countermeasure, Zhenyong suddenly pounced on him, dragging a sharp ring knife in his left hand.

His shouting was actually a trick to confuse the enemy!

"He has accumulated a lot of energy, and he really concealed his strength..." After seeing Zhenyong's body movements, Meng Qi sighed, lowered his left shoulder, and rushed towards Zhenyong's blade without avoiding.

Zhenyong deliberately set up a confusing formation and made a sudden move. He was thinking that the enemy hidden in the forest should not have time to dodge, and it would be best to kill him with one move, but he was shocked to see a figure rushing towards the blade without dodging.

Clang! The sword hit the stone, Zhenyong secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly retreated without thinking.

At this time, a knife light came from the side that he had never expected, with a tricky angle and a strange position, which was difficult to avoid.

Zhenyong gritted his teeth, and when the sword fell, his body moved with the sword, and narrowly avoided Meng Qi's sword.

Eh... Meng Qi was a little confused. Zhenyong actually dodged his "blood sword" in a hurry. The sword skills he displayed were exquisite and extraordinary, and his steps were mysterious. It was definitely not a mediocre product.

Zhenhui stepped forward, smiling, peaceful and calm, and waved his right hand in a flower-picking gesture, which seemed to be quite transcendental.

Zhenyong knew in advance that there was another enemy, so he was not surprised by Zhenhui's attack. His face became serious, and the light of his sword was reduced, blocking Zhenhui's "flower-picking finger".

Then, he kicked Zhenhui with his right leg, tilted his sword, and slashed down leisurely, pointing directly at Meng Qi.

This sword was so exquisite and mysterious that it gave Meng Qi the feeling that his three thousand strands of troubles fell off with the sword.

This is definitely a terrifying sword technique! Meng Qi did not dare to neglect it. He unfolded his body movements, like a ghost, and each sword cut from an incredible place.

Zhenyong practiced swordsmanship in secret, and had few opportunities to display it. He also had no life-and-death training. For a while, he was forced into a panic by Meng Qi's normal performance. After each sword, he felt that the opponent's next sword would come from any place and any angle, and his body and mind were gradually exhausted.

Zhen Hui on the other side, due to lack of actual combat experience, failed to maintain her balance when avoiding Zhen Yong's kick. She staggered back to the side and almost fell off the cliff.

"Ah!" He yelled softly, because he found that he had swept the oil paper bag away from the cliff and disappeared into the clouds.

Meng Qi saw that the cliff was narrow and it was difficult for him to use his steps to the fullest. He didn't want to wait too long and cause changes, so after slashing out with his sword, while Zhenyong was in a hurry, he swooped over and directly pressed his chest against the opponent's sword.

Zheng! The sword cut through the monk's robe, making a crisp sound of gold and stone again, leaving a white scratch.

Because the full moon was shining brightly, Zhenyong had already recognized that the other party was Zhending, and knew that his golden bell shield was terrifying, so every previous slash he tried to hit the vital points and the shield door. However, he did not expect Zhending's sword skills to be so weird. , I didn’t expect that his fighting style was so strong and brutal. He actually blocked the sword with his chest before he could change his moves!

Caught off guard, he had no chance to change direction!

Meng Qi, who succeeded in forcing a breakthrough, stretched out his sword and placed it across his neck.

At that moment, Zhenyong threw away his sword and made a gesture of no longer resisting.

Zhenhui stepped forward again, and with a flick of her finger, she sealed several of Zhenyong's large acupoints.

Meng Qi was not careless and still put the sword on his neck, motioning Zhenhui to take out his belt and tie his hands behind his back.

"Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, are you relieved now?" Zhenyong looked pale and forced a smile.

Meng Qi said noncommittally: "Senior brother, why would you do such a sneaky thing?"

After Zhenyong's acupoints were tapped, it was difficult to stand, so he sat down cross-legged, rolled his eyes, and said sadly: "I am not as talented as you, Junior Brother Zhenhui, nor can you achieve great achievements like Junior Brother Zhending. Once you learn a unique skill, you can only follow this path. I don’t want to waste my life in Shaolin, forever being a lantern and an ancient Buddha, unable to appreciate the splendor of the world.”

"Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, for the sake of our good friendship, please let me go. From today on, I will change my mind and never do this kind of thing again. I will give you all the secret books I have obtained."

His eyes were red and he was begging.

"It is indeed a secret book." Meng Qi said with a half-smile, "Senior Brother Zhenyong, I don't know how you, an ordinary monk, can get the secret book of secrets."

So, don't use your unwillingness to waste your life to deal with me.

Zhenyong's expression changed, and he immediately sighed: "Because Grand Master Kong Hui's uncle who was guarding the Sutra Pavilion had a hidden injury, which would occur at a certain time every day at noon. After I accidentally learned about it, I took this opportunity to record the secret book on it. , but you can only go to the third and fourth floors, and you can’t see the secret technique of "Inner Eighteen"."

"I see. No wonder you made good friends with me and Zhenhui at that time." Meng Qi chuckled.

Zhenyong frowned, not expecting that his explanation would offend Zhending and Zhenhui.

"Furthermore, where did you hear such secret news?" Just when Zhenyong was feeling uneasy, Meng Qi suddenly shouted sharply.

Zhenyong shivered all over, closed his mouth, shook his head and said nothing.

Meng Qi didn't want to go into details for fear of getting into trouble, so he said to Zhenhui: "Junior brother, go to the nearby courtyard and shout to find someone to come and 'help'. Remember, everyone who shouts must know it. You can't tell just one person." people."

When inspecting the temple, no signals are issued.

Zhenhui nodded and was about to walk outside.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Zhenyong said in a deep voice: "Two junior brothers, do you know what secret book I just put into the oil paper bag?"

Seeing Meng Qi and Zhenhui both looking at him, he said proudly:

"Yi Jin Jing!"

"What?" Meng Qi lost his voice in surprise. It turned out to be the "Yi Jin Jing" among the treasures of the Shaolin temple, which can turn decay into miraculous miracles!

Since it is not a special skill at the legal body or exterior level, "Yi Jin Jing" has always been a secret book passed down, and it must be kept secretly and comprehensively. How could an ordinary monk like Zhen Yong copy it!

There must be someone behind it! A person who is more than you can imagine!

"How about it? Forget about this, I will share the Yi Jin Jing with you?" Zhenyong's voice was low, like a goblin who was good at seducing.

Meng Qi didn't want to be involved in something that was scary when he thought about it, but he couldn't bear to part with the "Yi Jin Jing" whose value was no less valuable than the secret knowledge of Dharmakaya. He struggled fiercely in his heart and couldn't hesitate.

"Senior brother, senior brother, I hit the oil paper bag and fell off the cliff..." Zhenhui said weakly.

Meng Qi puffed out and woke up at the same time. He was actually blinded by greed!

If he chooses "Yi Jin Jing" and lets Zhen Yong go, the person behind him will definitely find an opportunity to silence him, and he has no way of guessing who is behind him, so he can be on guard in advance.

What a pity... Looking at the misty abyss, Meng Qi sighed. It is said that the poisonous miasma below is terrifying. After countless years of accumulation, only a few living beings can survive. They are all first-class poisons. I'm afraid there must be outdoor scenes. Only then can we find out the strength.

"Push, touch..." Zhenyong suddenly became stunned.

Meng Qi signaled Zhenhui to inform others quickly to avoid changes that he could not cope with.

Even the "Yi Jin Jing" appeared, which is really scary!

Zhenhui got out and ran towards the nearby courtyard. Meng Qi looked at Zhenyong and paced back and forth, vigilantly guarding against sneak attacks.

After a while, Zhenhui's shouting was faintly heard, and Meng Qi felt relieved.

After waiting for a while, Zhen Yong calmed down and made a final effort: "Brother Zhen Ding, although the Yi Jin Jing fell under the cliff, I just read half of it. Remember the content of the opening practice. If you let me go, I will repeat it to you. In the future, you will definitely have another chance to see the Yi Jin Jing."

"And I will leave immediately, and no one will know. As for who to get the Yi Jin Jing, I will tell you when I leave."

Meng Qi curled his lips and was about to speak when suddenly a black shadow rushed out of the forest and slapped Zhen Yong on the back!

Because he was a little careless, Meng Qi was unable to stop it!