The Supreme Being

Quickly calming down his expression, Meng Qi turned around and looked at Zhenhui with a serious face: "Senior Brother, I just went down to order dinner. Junior Brother, you are at the critical stage of breakthrough to Qi Accumulation, how can you keep thinking about it? Play? Work harder!”

True wisdom and "flower fingering" are indeed very compatible, and it is almost time for a breakthrough. This speed ranks among the top five monks who have practiced "flower fingering" throughout the ages.

Zhenhui nodded heavily, then looked at Meng Qi eagerly: "Brother, I want to eat roasted lamb leg."

"Haha, there aren't many things here, just sheep and camels!" Meng Qi replied with a laugh. After Zhenhui started meditating again, he walked to the corridor, closed the door behind his back, and thought to himself, little junior brother, I'm afraid I won't be able to give you any roasted lamb legs this time. If we meet again in the future, I'll compensate you with ten roasted lamb legs!

He also knew that the possibility of escaping from the master was very small, but one must have a little hope and optimism in life, and after trying to escape so many times and fighting wits and strength, he felt that he had gained a lot, which was equivalent to a hard training. The master estimated that It was with this in mind that I didn't warn myself not to run away and "played" this "game" with myself.

Of course, if he could really escape, Meng Qi would not give up. Because he seemed to be targeted by the Discipline Academy, and he had the great secret of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation, he practiced many special martial arts, and he would be caught if he was not careful. I found that it was very dangerous. It would be better to leave as soon as possible.

Therefore, Meng Qi continued to spread his energy, wrapped his whole body, and headed downstairs.

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

"Go back after leaving Liushaji. As soon as you enter 'Kanli City', Master will not be able to find me. Then, go to the Zhenwu Sect to find Senior Brother Zhang. He is a broad-minded man who values ​​love and righteousness. He should not mind me. Since his family is one of the three major surnames of the Zhenwu sect, I will definitely not worry about the source of the spiritual herbs and elixirs. Once the four orifices are opened, I will officially travel around the world, looking for treasures and building a brand name."

"But Zhenwu Sect is a major martial arts sect with many people and a very good relationship with Shaolin. If you are not careful, your secret identity will be discovered, which will cause a lot of trouble. And it is always not good to rely on others. I am a self-respecting person. ! How about going to Xijian Pavilion to find Zhiwei? It’s almost time for her to travel down the mountain and hone her sword skills. Hey, when the golden boy and the beautiful girl join forces to travel in the world, it will be so beautiful, so comfortable, and so eye-catching! "

"No, it doesn't feel right to attract attention... Isn't this the case of being captured and taken back to Shaolin? Alas, it's better to wait three or four years until the figure has grown taller and the appearance is mature, and people who are not really familiar with it cannot recognize it. Find Zhiwei to explore the world together."

"Well, first go to the Huanhua Sword Sect to find Senior Brother Qi. After he successfully awakened, he has already applied for an industry outside the Guarding Sect. No one is supervising or paying attention to him. Haha, I decided happily to find Senior Brother Qi a popular and spicy drink!"

Meng Qi's eyes were shining, and he walked through the lobby full of expectations for the future, and was about to rush out of the inn door and run towards a free life.

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

"Zhen Ding, order a vegetarian chicken for my teacher."

Vegetarian chicken... vegetarian chicken... Meng Qi's expression was dull. He finally suppressed his frustration and whispered: "Yes, Master."

Sure enough, Master is watching from behind...

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

"Little Master, what are you going to order?" The waiter in the waiting room was young, with pretty features and a nice smile. He was not at all as indifferent as Qu Jiuniang, who looked like "Your Majesty, I am your mother."

Isn’t it true that there are just as many employees as there are bosses? Meng Qi thought amusingly, his mood recovered a lot, and he said: "Roast leg of lamb, vegetarian chicken..."

"Okay!" The waiter called out the name of the dish while wiping the table.

After ordering the food and drinking the tea brought by the waiter, before Meng Qi could mourn his one hundred and third failed escape, Xuan Bei and Zhen Hui walked down the stairs.

"Senior brother, did you order roast leg of lamb?" Zhenhui licked her lips.

Meng Qi lamented in his heart, but on the outside he said calmly: "Yes."

Xuan Bei still looked melancholy, and asked the waiter who came over to mix tea and water: "Donor, 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 the waiter.

"Back to the Master, apart from the appearance of horse bandits and the robbery of several caravans, there was only one major event, that is, the crying old man who had been missing for many years returned to the world and became the national advisor of 'Halle'. He also recruited swordsmen and bandits, intending to conquer the vast sea. To the west, the countries and oases east of the God Burial Desert are united, just like the Jin Dynasty and Zhou Dynasty in the Central Plains. "Xiao Er's eyes are yellow and his hair is curly. He is a typical Westerner.

"This is quite courageous..." Meng Qi praised, if he could accomplish his great cause, the crying old man would be regarded as the First Emperor in the Western Regions.

While admiring, Meng Qi suddenly noticed something was wrong with his master's face. Normally, except when he was praising himself and Zhenhui, he would be melancholy and gloomy. But at this time, his face was as dark as water, without any trace of melancholy.

"Master, do you know the 'Crying Old Man'?" Meng Qi could only guess this.

Xuan Bei looked at the tea cup in his hand and said with a touch of emotion: "Old Crying, whose real name is unknown, a master of the peak of outdoor scenes, active in Longxi of the Great Jin Dynasty, the Sea of ​​Death and the God Burial Desert, ranked 33rd on the Earth Ranking, good at The techniques are the 'Kung Sha Magic Skill' and the 'Eighteen Beats of the Wrongful Soul', which can be said to be extremely vicious."

"So awesome..." Meng Qi is no longer a little monk with limited experience. He will not think that crying for an old man is nothing when he hears that he is only ranked 33rd on the earth list. You must know that there are only ten people of Dharma height in the sky list. Coupled with masters who are reclusive, reclusive, or have little reputation, the Crying Old Man is also one of the top sixty terrifying figures in the world.

When Xuan Bei saw the waiter going to greet others, he sighed softly and said in a low voice: "My master's face must have been ugly just now, right?"

"Master, do you have a grudge against the crying old man?" Zhenhui hit the nail on the head and had no consciousness of covering up for the master.

Meng Qi secretly laughed. Fortunately, he had a stupid junior brother, otherwise it would be difficult for him to ask questions.

Xuanbei looked at the floating tea with a few tea leaves, and his melancholy suddenly became stronger: "My teacher's common name is Tang Zhan. He is a top master on Ganlong Road. He is only one step away from becoming a master. At that time, my teacher hated evil as much as I hated him. Once, while escorting a friend to the 'Burial Mountain' where the Vajra Temple is located, I casually killed a thief who had raped and killed many chivalrous women."

"Unexpectedly, the adulterer had a good master called 'Shangren Tianhuang'. He couldn't defeat his master, and he was not angry that his disciple was killed. He actually attacked his master Zhuangzi before he returned to Ganlong Road. After killing all the old, weak, women and children, only an old servant escaped with his master and his two young sons, and headed west to look for his master. Unfortunately, he was caught up before entering the vast sea..."

He spoke calmly, with no fluctuation in his tone, but Meng Qi somehow heard the deep loneliness and deep-seated hatred in it.

"After my master found out about this, I really felt a sense of disillusionment, as if I had been awakened from a thirty-five-year dream. I was filled with hatred, and the fire of revenge burned my soul. However, 'Master Tianhuang' also had a good master."

"Crying old man?" If Meng Qi hadn't guessed this, he would have read so many novels in vain.

Xuan Bei nodded lightly: "After being patient for several years, I finally got the opportunity and killed the whole family of 'Master Tianhuang'. After that, I was chased by the 'Crying Old Man' all the way into the hinterland of the Central Plains. Fortunately, I was favored by the abbot and guided him." Only when you enter Buddhism as a teacher will you become stable, so if you encounter a crying old man or his disciples in the future, remember to be careful."

There are no ups and downs, and no cruel scenes. Xuanbei seems to be talking about other people's affairs.

The reason why he was willing to tell such painful things was because after hearing the news that the crying old man had returned to the world, he wanted to remind his disciples that Mo carelessly revealed his identity in front of them.

He did not lower his voice deliberately, but all the guests around him turned a deaf ear. It seemed that no one spoke at all.

This skill made Meng Qi secretly curl up his tongue. It was countless times more powerful than Duan Xiangfei, who had perfected the Transformation Technique, and had no fireworks at all.

After Xuan Bei finished speaking, he fell silent and concentrated on enjoying the vegetarian meal, while Zhen Hui ate the leg of lamb with big mouthfuls. It seemed that there was nothing disturbing that could distract him from his meal.

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

Perhaps because the waiter mentioned the crying old man just now, a table of guests nearby also discussed this topic.

"I didn't expect that the crying old man is not dead yet!" A "Shake" with his head wrapped and wearing a black robe said with his tongue. A scimitar hung on his waist, the blade was sharp and there was a hint of blood.

The man dressed similarly as Shake, but with a beard on his face, chuckled and said, "That's right. Nine years ago, Su Wuming went westward, and the old man went to challenge him despite his own abilities. In the end, he disappeared from sight. Everyone thought he died in Su." The nameless sword fell."

"It is said that Su Wuming's target at that time was a god ruins in the God Burial Desert. He had no intention of discussing with each other, but the crying old man took action forcefully, so he had no choice but to give him a sword. Later, the crying old man disappeared for nine years." Another person said. The "Shake" with blue eyes laughed, as if he were Su Wuming, and looked down upon the crying old man.

Meng Qi was fascinated by what he heard. Jiang Zhiwei's master was really a master. He could kill Gai Dai's stubbornness with just one sword. In the future, I will do the same in the future!

"Sir, ten taels of silver." After dinner, the waiter came over with a smile to collect the money.

Robbery! Meng Qi had a deeper understanding of the nature of this black shop, but when he thought about Qu Jiuniang's brows and how his master would not stand up for him, he honestly took out the money to settle the bill. It was not his own money anyway!

"You guys can go somewhere with me as my master." Xuanbei said abruptly and walked slowly outside the inn.

Meng Qi glanced at Zhenhui doubtfully, and seeing that he was taking it for granted, he had no choice but to suppress his surprise and follow his master out of the inn.

As soon as the three of them left the inn, Qu Jiuniang, who had always maintained a cold face, suddenly raised her head, looked at Xuan Bei's back, and tapped her finger on the table in confusion.

The three "Shakes" who had just been talking about the crying old man lowered their voices and whispered.

"Boss, I didn't see any fat sheep. Do you want to rob these three monks? They seem to be quite rich?" asked Shake, who had sapphire eyes.

Shake, who was carrying a machete, shook his head: "It's best not to rob this kind of monk."

"Why? Boss, when did you become a believer in Buddhism?" the bearded Shake asked in confusion.

Shake, who was carrying a scimitar, said angrily: "I believe in your mother's Buddha! You two show off your tricks. Such monks who dare to travel the vast sea with only a few people are generally not easy to mess with, so we still keep an eye on that caravan." Well, although the guards are a bit stronger, we can unite with other caravans."