I Honor

The Crying Old Man

Quickly restraining his expression, Meng Qi turned around and looked at Zhenhui with a serious face: “Brother, I just went down to order dinner. Junior brother, you are just breaking through to the critical stage of accumulating energy, how can you keep thinking about it?” Play faster and work harder”

Zhenhui and “Nianhua Zhi” are indeed very compatible, and it is almost time to break through again. This speed ranks among the top five monks who have practiced “Nianhua Zhi” throughout the ages.

Zhenhui nodded heavily, then looked at Meng Qi eagerly: “Brother, I want to eat roast leg of lamb.”

“Haha, there aren’t many things here, just a lot of sheep and camels.” Meng Qi laughed and replied. After Zhenhui resumed his meditation practice, he walked to the corridor, closed the door with his backhand, and thought silently, little brother, brother I’m afraid I can’t order roast lamb legs for you this time. If we meet again in the future, I will compensate you with ten roast lamb legs

He also knows that the possibility of escaping from the master is very small, but one must have some hope and optimism, and after trying to escape so many times, fighting wits and strength, he feels that he has gained a lot, which is equivalent to a hard training, the master estimates It was because of this thought that I never warned myself not to run away, and “played” this “game” with myself.

Of course, if he could escape, Meng Qi would not give up. Gein himself seemed to be targeted by the Discipline Academy, and he had the secret of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. It was found that it was very dangerous, and it is better to leave early if you can leave early.

Therefore, Meng Qi continued to lose his mind, wrapped his whole body, and groped downstairs.

He walked cautiously, for fear of disturbing the master, and at the same time optimistically imagined his life after escape:

“Go back when you leave Quicksand. As long as you enter Kanli City, Master will not be able to find me. At that time, go to Zhenwu Sect to find Senior Brother Zhang. He is open-minded, affectionate and righteous, so he doesn’t mind if I join him. Moreover, his family is one of the three major surnames of the Zhenwu Sect laymen, and I will not worry about the source of the elixir of spiritual grass if I follow him, and after opening the four apertures, I will formally travel the rivers and lakes, search for treasures, and make a name for myself.”

“But the Zhenwu Sect is a big sect of martial arts. There are many people with miscellaneous eyes, and they have a very good relationship with Shaolin. If you don’t pay attention, people will find out that your identity is secret, which will cause a lot of trouble, and it is always not good to depend on others. I am a person with self-respect. Or go to Xijiange to find Zhiwei, she will almostIt’s time to travel down the mountain and sharpen the sword, hehe, when the time comes, the golden boy and the jade girl will join hands to enter the rivers and lakes, how beautiful, how pleasant, and how eye-catching it will be.”

“No, it doesn’t feel right to attract people’s attention. Didn’t this mean you were arrested and brought back to Shaolin? Well, wait for three or four years until you grow taller and mature, and you can’t recognize anyone who isn’t really familiar with you, then go find Zhiwei. Let’s roam the rivers and lakes together.”

“Well, first go to Huanhua Sword Sect to find Senior Brother Qi. After he successfully enlightened, he has already applied to guard the outside industry. No one controls, no one pays attention. Haha, it’s such a happy decision. Find Senior Brother Qi to eat and drink spicy food.”

Meng Qi’s eyes were bright, and he walked through the lobby full of expectations for the future, and was about to rush out of the inn gate to a free life.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear:

“Really, order a vegetarian chicken for the teacher.”

Su Ji Su Ji Meng Qi’s expression was dull, he managed to suppress his frustration, and said in a low voice, “Yes, Master.”

Sure enough, Master was watching from behind.

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the lobby. At this time, many noisy guests had dispersed and several tables were vacant.

“Little Master, what are you planning to order?” The waiter Xiao Er was young, with delicate features and a pleasant smile, and he was not at all as indifferent as Qu Jiuniang, with a look of “Guest officer, I am your mother”.

Doesn’t it mean that the kind of boss has the kind of employees? Meng Qi thought amusedly, his mood recovered a lot, and he said, “Roast leg of lamb, vegetarian chicken.”

“Okay” Xiaoer wiped the table and called out the name of the dish.

After ordering and drinking the tea brought by Xiao Er, before Meng Qi had time to mourn his one hundred and third failed escape, Xuan Bei and Zhen Hui came down from upstairs.

“Brother, did you order the roast leg of lamb?” Zhenhui licked her lips.

Meng Qi sighed in his heart, but on the surface he said calmly: “It’s ordered.”

Xuan Bei still looked melancholy, and asked the waiter who came over to mix tea and water: “Benefactor, what news has come from the west recently?”

Since he couldn’t escape for the time being, Meng Qi was also very concerned about this issue, and looked at Xiao Er.

“Returning to the mage, apart from the horse bandits haunting and robbing several caravans, there is only one major event, that is, the weeping old man who had been missing for many years returned to the rivers and lakes and became Halle’s national teacher. The countries and oases to the east of the Burying God Desert are united, just like your Jin and Zhou in the Central Plains.” Xiaoer’s eyes are yellow and his hair is curly, he is a standard westerner.

“That’s quite courageous,” Meng Qi exclaimed. If he can complete his great cause, the crying old man can be regarded as the first emperor in the Western Regions.

While admiring, Meng Qi suddenly found that Master’s face was not right. Normally, he was depressed except when he praised himself and Zhenhui, but at this time, his face was as heavy as water, without any trace of melancholy.

“Master, you know the crying old man” Meng Qi could only guess like this.

Xuan Bei looked at the teacup in his hand, and said with a touch of emotion: “Crying old man, whose real name is unknown, the master of the peak location, active in the Great Jin Longxi, Death Vast Sea and Burial God Desert, ranked 33rd in the land list, good at The exercises are Kuangsha Shengong and Wrathful Soul Eighteen Beats, which can be called Gaidai fierce and stubborn.”

“So powerful…” Meng Qi is no longer a young monk with little knowledge. He would not think that crying old people are nothing when he hears that the earth list is only ranked 33rd. Recluse, recluse, or a master with little reputation, Old Man Cry is also the top 60 terrifying figures in the whole world.

Seeing Xiaoer going to greet others, Xuan Bei sighed softly, and said in a low voice, “Master must have had an ugly face just now.”

“Master, you have a grudge against the crying old man.” Zhenhui hit the nail on the head, and she didn’t hide her self-consciousness for Master.

Meng Qi snickered, luckily he had a dumb junior, otherwise it would be really hard for him to ask.

Xuan Bei looked at the ups and downs of a little tea, and his melancholy became stronger: “Tang Zhan, the teacher’s common name, is a top master on Ganlong Dao. He was only one step away from becoming a master. Once when escorting a friend to the Shenshen Mountain where the King Kong Temple is located, he casually killed a prostitute who raped and murdered many chivalrous women.”

“Who knows, that prostitute has a good master called Master Tian Huang. He couldn’t beat his master, and he didn’t want his disciple to be killed. Before he returned to Ganlong Dao, he unexpectedly attacked Zhuangzi who was his master and killed him. The weak women and children were all killed, only an old servant escaped with his two young sons as his teacher, and went all the way west to find his teacher, but unfortunately, he was caught up before entering the vast sea.”

He spoke flatly, with no ups and downs in his tone, but somehow Meng Qi could hear the deep loneliness and deep-seated hatred inside.

“After my master found out about this, I really felt a sense of disillusionment, like waking up from a thirty-five-year-old dream. Hatred burst forth, and the fire of revenge burned my heart. However, Master Tianhuang also has a good master.”

If the “crying old man” Meng Qi couldn’t figure it out, he would have read so many novels in vain.

Xuan Bei nodded lightly: “Being a teacher has endured for several years, and finally waited for the opportunity to kill Master Tian Huang’s family, and was chased by the crying old man all the way to the hinterland of the Central Plains. Fortunately, the abbot favored him and introduced him to Buddhism as a teacher. , Only then did you settle down, so if you encounter the crying old man or his disciples and grandchildren in the future, remember to be careful.”

There are no ups and downs, and there are no cruel scenes, Xuan Bei seems to be talking about other people’s affairs.

The reason why he was willing to say this kind of painful thing was because after hearing the news that the weeping old man had returned to the arena, he wanted to remind his disciples to pay attention, so that he could not reveal his identity in front of the other party carelessly.

He didn’t deliberately lower his voice, but all the guests around him turned a deaf ear, as if no one was talking here.

This kind of skill made Meng Qi’s tongue twitch secretly. It was many times stronger than Duan Xiangfei, who had perfected the Illusory Form Dafa, without any fireworks.

After Xuanbei finished speaking, he fell silent and concentrated on enjoying the vegetarian meal, while Zhenhui ate the leg of lamb in big mouthfuls, as if there was nothing bothering him to distract him from eating.

The atmosphere became heavy and strange, so Meng Qi had no choice but to divert his attention and listen to the high-spirited conversations of nearby guests to see if there was any special news.

Perhaps it was because Xiao Er mentioned the crying old man just now, and the guests at a nearby table also discussed this topic.

“Unexpectedly, the crying old man is not dead yet,” said a “Shake” with his head wrapped and wearing a black robe. He had a machete hanging from his waist. The blade was sharp, and blood was faintly visible.

The man dressed in the same Shake, but with a beard on his face smiled and said: “Yeah, nine years ago when Su Wuming traveled westward, the crying old man went to challenge him beyond his means, but he disappeared since then. Everyone thought he died in Su Wuming.” The Nameless Sword is down.”

“It is said that Su Wuming’s target was a spiritual relic in the Burying God Desert. He had no intention of competing, but the crying old man forced his attack, so he had no choice but to give him a sword. Later, the crying old man disappeared for nine years.” Another person said. A “Shake” with blue eyes laughed and said, as if he was Su Wuming, dismissive of the crying old man.

Meng Qi was fascinated when he heard that, Jiang Zhiwei’s master is really a master, he cut Gai Daijiu into the dust with a single sword, in the future, I will do the same in the future

“Guest officer, ten taels of silver.” After dinner, Xiao Er came over to collect the money with a smile.

Robbery Meng Qi has a deeper understanding of the nature of this black shop, but thinking about Qu Jiuniang’s upside-down eyebrows, thinking about whether the master will stand up for him, he should honestly take out the money to pay the bill, anyway, it is not his own money

“You can go to a place with me as a teacher.” Xuan Bei said suddenly, and walked slowly outside the inn.

Meng Qi glanced at Zhenhui suspiciously, and saw that he was acting like a matter of course, so he suppressed his surprise and followed Master out of the inn.

As soon as the three of them left the inn, Qu Jiuniang, who had been keeping a cold face, suddenly raised her head, looked at Xuan Bei’s back, and tapped her fingers on the table suspiciously.

And the three “shakers” who were talking about the crying old man just now lowered their voices and whispered.

“Boss, I didn’t see any fat sheep. Do you want to snatch these three monks? They seem to be quite rich.” Shake with sapphire eyes asked.

Sha Ke, who was carrying a machete, shook his head: “It’s best not to snatch this kind of monk.”

“Why, Boss, when did you become a Buddhist?” the bearded Shake asked doubtfully.

Sha Ke with a scimitar said angrily: “I believe your mother’s Buddha, you two have a good trick, this kind of monk who dares to travel with only a few people in the vast sea is generally not a character to be trifled with, so let’s keep an eye on that caravan.” , although the guards are a bit stronger, we can unite with other caravans.”

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