Mengqi, who was hiding in the dark, recognized the figure at a glance.
Zhen Yong!
During these days, Mengqi mainly focused on the practice of Golden Bell Shield, bladesmanship, and Lightness Skill, and it was inconvenient for him to communicate with Zhen Yong in the Warrior-monk Yard, but after resuming his studies in the Sutras Yard, he still met Zhen Yong every day and chatted with him to learn about the trivial things in the temple. Therefore, even though the figure was facing Mengqi, he was still sure that it was Zhen Yong!
Why did he come to the cliff so late?
Could it be that there was a big secret?
Mengqi was a little annoyed. He had a big secret and did not want to get involved in other things, in case someone found something unusual.
In the Shaolin Temple, he just wanted to be a quiet little acolyte.
It was with this mentality and the awareness that he was not a master that he did not explore the secret passage rashly last time when Zhen Guan happened. Instead, he returned directly and sent a signal.
The gray figure turned back and looked around vigilantly. The blurred moonlight shone on his face, clearly showing that Mengqi's judgment was right. He was Zhen Yong.
Mengqi held his breath and controlled his heartbeat, not wanting to attract Zhen Yong's attention. He hoped that Zhen Yong would leave quickly so that he could resume his patrol secretly. When Zhen Hui reported what had happened to Master tomorrow, Zhen Yong's secret would naturally be found out.
This place was remote and secluded, so almost no one knew about it. After a habitual inspection, Zhen Yong took out a book from his arms and flipped it with a side of his face with a smile.
In the cold moonlight, Mengqi, who had condensed six Aperture acupoints related to the Eye Aperture, found that the paper of the book in Zhen Yong's hand was white. It was not like the precious "Muhua paper" used for writing scripts, but more like the inferior paper used by the acolytes in the Chanting Hall to practice calligraphy.
"Is it a book copied with ordinary paper?" Mengqi speculated subconsciously.
Zhen Yong was absorbed in the book and murmured. For a moment, he did not have the consciousness that the "bad guy" would leave the scene quickly, which made Mengqi secretly anxious.
He was not afraid that he could not bear it, but the Junior Brother beside him had never experienced such a situation. As time went by, he was likely to be restless and would easily touch something and make a sound.
Mengqi slightly tilted his head and looked at Zhen Yong. His face looked gloomy under the shadow, vaguely with a bit of curiosity, and he was attentively watching Zhen Yong.
"It's good to have the same mind …" Seeing this, Mengqi silently praised.
After about half an hour, Zhen Yong adjusted his stiff posture and bumped into a gravel, causing it to roll down the cliff. However, there was no sound.
Awakened by the commotion, Zhen Yong reluctantly closed the book in his hand.
He didn't dare to stay for too long. He stretched his hand out of the cliff and felt around.
After fumbling around for a while, he withdrew his right hand. There was an oiled paper bag in it.
"There seems to be a gap to hide something on the outside of the cliff. It's really well hidden …" Mengqi nodded thoughtfully.
Zhen Yong opened the bag and found several books of different thickness. He put the book in his hand in the bag and wrapped it tightly again.
Just then, a reckless mouse ran out of the hole, scaring Zhen Hui and making him hide behind it.
Crack! The sound of a twig breaking was very clear in the quiet night!
With a snap, Zhen Yong's hand shook and the bag fell to the ground. He looked back in panic.
At the same time, his left hand subconsciously touched the outside of the cliff.
"Who is it?" Zhen Yong asked in a low voice, as if he did not see Mengqi and Zhen Hui.
Before Mengqi could come up with a countermeasure, Zhen Yong suddenly rushed over with a sharp Buddhist Commandment Blade in his left hand.
His question was actually a diversion!
"He has reached the advanced level of Qi-cultivation. He really hid his strength …" Seeing Zhen Yong's movement, Mengqi sighed. He lowered his left shoulder and bumped into Zhen Yong's blade.
Zhen Yong had set up a trap and suddenly made a strange move. Just as he was thinking that the enemy hiding in the forest would not be able to dodge in time and that it would be best if he could kill him in one move, he was shocked to see that a figure did not dodge at all and directly collided with the blade.
Clang! The Buddhist Commandment Blade hit a gold stone. Zhen Yong knew something was wrong and retreated without thinking.
At this time, a blade light came from an unexpected side. The angle was tricky and the position was strange, making it difficult to dodge.
Zhen Yong clenched his teeth and swung the Buddhist Commandment Blade. He moved with the blade and narrowly avoided Mengqi's attack.
"Huh …" Meng Qi was a little confused. Zhen Yong had managed to dodge his Blood Blade in a hurry. His bladesmanship was exquisite and his steps were mysterious. He was definitely not an ordinary bladesman.
Zhen Hui stepped forward with a smile on his face. He waved his right hand in the shape of Pinching Flower, which made him look like he was out of this world.
Zhen Yong knew there was another enemy, so he was not surprised by Zhen Hui's attack. He became serious and stopped the "Flower-pinching Finger" of Zhen Hui.
Then, he kicked his right leg toward Zhen Hui. He tilted his Buddhist Commandment Blade and leisurely chopped down at Meng Qi.
This move was so exquisite and mysterious that it made Mengqi feel as if the Threads of Troubles had fallen.
This was definitely a horrifying bladesmanship! Mengqi did not dare to be careless. He used his Body Movements and moved like a ghost. Every strike was made from an incredible place.
Zhen Yong had been practicing his bladesmanship in secret. He rarely had the chance to use it, nor did he have the tempering between life and death. For a moment, Zhen Yong was flustered by Meng Qi's normal performance. After each strike, he felt that Meng Qi's next strike would come from any direction. He gradually became exhausted.
On the other side, Zhen Hui failed to keep his balance when he dodged Zhen Yong's kick due to his lack of combat experience. He staggered to the side and almost fell off the cliff.
"Ah!" He let out a soft cry because he found that he had swept the package out of the cliff and disappeared in the clouds.
Mengqi saw that the cliff was narrow and he could not use his steps to the fullest. He did not want to waste too much time in case something happened. Therefore, he took advantage of Zhen Yong's fluster and rushed to block the Buddhist Commandment Blade with his chest.
Clang! The Buddhist Commandment Blade cut through the monk's robe, making a crisp sound and leaving a white scratch.
Because of the full moon, Zhen Yong had recognized his opponent was Zhen Ding. He knew the power of his Golden Bell Shield, so he had tried to cut at his weak points and weak points. However, he did not expect Zhen Ding's bladesmanship to be so strange and brutal. He did not expect Zhen Ding to block the Buddhist Commandment Blade with his chest before he could change his moves.
Caught off guard, he had no chance to change his direction.
Mengqi, who had successfully broken through, stretched out his Buddhist Commandment Blade and placed it on Zhen Yong's neck.
Clang! Zhen Yong dropped the Buddhist Commandment Blade and made a gesture to stop resisting.
Zhen Hui stepped forward again and used his Flower-pinching Finger to seal several major acupoints of Zhen Yong.
Mengqi was not careless. He still put the Buddhist Commandment Blade on Zhen Yong's neck and signaled Zhen Hui to take out his belt and tie his hands behind his back.
"Junior Brother Zhen Ding, Junior Brother Zhen Hui, are you relieved now?" Zhen Yong said with a pale face and forced a smile.
Mengqi said noncommittally, "Senior Brother, why did you do such a sneaky thing?"
After Zhen Yong's acupoints were sealed, it was difficult for him to stand, so he sat cross-legged and rolled his eyes. He said sadly, "I am not as talented as you, Junior Brother Zhen Hui, nor can I make great contributions like you. If I want to learn supreme skills, this is the only way. I don't want to waste my life in Shaolin Temple and never experience the wonders of Jianghu."
"Junior Brother Zhen Ding, Junior Brother Zhen Hui, for the sake of our friendship, please let me go. From today on, I will turn over a new leaf and never do such a thing again. I will let you read all the scripts I got."
His eyes were red and he begged bitterly.
"Indeed, they are scripts." Mengqi said with a faint smile, "Senior Brother Zhen Yong, I don't know how an ordinary warrior monk like you could get the scripts of supreme skills."
So don't say you don't want to waste your life perfunctorily.
Zhen Yong's face changed and he sighed, "Because Great Granduncle Kong Hui, who guarded the Sutras Depository, had a hidden injury. It would break out at a specific time every day at noon. I accidentally learned about it and took the opportunity to record the scripts. But I could only go up to the third and fourth floor and couldn't see the 'Inner Eighteen' supreme skills."
"I see. No wonder you were friends with me and Zhen Hui." Mengqi laughed.
Zhen Yong frowned. He didn't expect that his explanation would offend Zhen Ding and Zhen Hui.
"Moreover, where did you hear such secret news?" Just as Zhen Yong was feeling uneasy, Mengqi suddenly shouted.
Zhen Yong shuddered and closed his mouth, shaking his head without saying anything.
Meng Qi did not want to delve deeper into the matter. He was afraid of getting into trouble, so he said to Zhen Hui, "Junior Brother, go to a nearby courtyard and shout for help. Remember, you must shout so that everyone knows. You can't just tell one person."
When patrolling the temple, there was no need to send signals.
Zhen Hui nodded and was about to go outside.
Zhen Yong saw that the situation was not good and said in a low voice, "Junior Brothers, do you know what script I just put in the package?"
Seeing that Mengqi and Zhen Hui were looking at him, he said proudly,
"Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture!"
"What?" Mengqi was shocked. It was the most precious Shaolin treasure, Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, which could turn something rotten into something magical!
Since it was not a supreme skill of the Dharmakaya or the Exterior level, Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture had always been a secret inheritance. How could an ordinary monk like Zhen Yong copy it?
There must be someone behind it! Someone who was beyond his imagination!
"What do you think? Forget about it and I'll share Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture with you? "Zhen Yong's voice was low, like a temptress.
Mengqi didn't want to be involved with such a scary thing, but he also didn't want to give up Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, which was as valuable as the supreme skill of the Dharmakaya. He was struggling and hesitating.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, I knocked the package down the cliff …" Zhen Hui said in a weak voice.
Mengqi snorted and came to his senses at the same time. He was blinded by greed!
If he chose Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture and let Zhen Yong go, the person behind him would definitely find a chance to kill him. Moreover, he couldn't guess who was behind him, so he had to be on guard.
"What a pity …" Looking at the misty abyss, Mengqi sighed. It was said that the poisonous miasma down there was terrible. No one knew how many tens of thousands of years it had been accumulating, but only a few creatures could survive. It was said that only the strength of the Exterior could explore it.
"I … I knocked it down …" Zhen Yong suddenly lost his wits.
Mengqi signaled Zhen Hui to inform the others, in case something happened that he couldn't handle.
Even the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture had appeared. This was terrible!
Zhen Hui went out and ran to the nearby yard. Mengqi looked at Zhen Yong and paced back and forth, vigilantly guarding against a sneak attack.
After a while, Zhen Hui's shout came faintly, and Mengqi was relieved.
After waiting for a while, Zhen Yong calmed down and made a last effort. "Junior Brother Zhen Ding, although the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture fell down the cliff, I just read a small part of it and remember the content of the beginning. If you let me go, I will repeat it to you. In the future, you will definitely have a chance to read the scripture again."
"And I will leave immediately. No one will know. As for who to find for the scripture, I will tell you when I leave."
Mengqi curled his lips and was about to speak when a black shadow suddenly sprang out of the forest and hit Zhen Yong's back with a palm!
Because of his relaxation, Mengqi couldn't block it in time!
