Chapter 485

Ji Xin, Yue Shishi, and the others opened their mouths and looked at the closed door in disbelief, wondering if their ears were playing tricks on them.

Mu Shan, the Big Boss of the Eighteen Water Rivers in the South, a top-notch master, a sworn brother of a grandmaster, and a master under 60 years old, was humiliated by a little monk who was no more than 16 years old?

How appalling it was!

Even if he started practicing when he was in his mother's womb, Mu Shan's bladesmanship, which he had immersed himself in for decades, was not undeserved!

Was it something else? They subconsciously guessed so.

In the room, Mengqi couldn't help twitching his mouth after hearing Mu Hengtian's words. "What is this? Beat the old, and the younger one comes? "

In fact, he was very clear that there were many such grievances in Jianghu. He "completely defeated" Mu Shan, which made him lose face. Naturally, there would be filial sons and apprentices coming to challenge him to wash away the shame.

"This is Jianghu …" Mengqi sighed secretly and said in a calm tone, "I just exchanged a few moves with Donor Mu and won by a narrow margin. How can it be humiliated? Young donor Mu, please go back. "

The plain answer was like a thunderclap in the ears of Ning Daogu, Nie Yao, and the others, which shocked them out of their wits and made them feel like they were dreaming. "This young monk really defeated Mu Shan?" "This is so incredible!"

"Could it be that he has some kind of magic to preserve his youth?" "Or did he have an adventure at a young age and was imbued with 60 years of Kung Fu?"

"If it is the latter, I have lived like a dog for so many years!"

Mu Hengtian still kept the posture of saluting. "After that day, my father has been depressed and often lamented that Your bladesmanship is divine and can't be judged by common sense. He has lived half of his life in vain. I can't bear to see my father like this, so I have to challenge you even though I know it's just a competition. Please accept it."

When Mengqi was about to refuse, he suddenly remembered one thing. He was not well-known at present, so many things were difficult to handle, and no one believed his words. So he sighed and said, "Young donor Mu, your filial piety is commendable. Then I will exchange five moves with you. If you can force me to leave the cattail hassock, I lose."

"How arrogant!" This was the first thought that came to the minds of Yue Shishi, Nie Yao, and others. He actually wanted to sit still and take Mu Hengtian's five blades!

Mu Hengtian was a person who was likely to reach the grandmaster realm. He was only half a step behind You Tongguang, Cui Jinhua, and was more powerful than his father Mu Shan. Unless a grandmaster was present, who could do it?

Mu Hengtian knew what had happened during the competition and knew that Master Zhen Ding had the ability to say so. So he drew out his long knife and bowed respectfully. "Please enlighten me, Master."

After that, he pushed open the door of the meditation room and entered with his saber.

Yue Shishi, Ning Daogu, and a dozen other people all widened their eyes and stared at the meditation room. However, the door of the meditation room was not big, and Mu Hengtian, who was jumping up and down, blocked their sight, so they could only see the saber light and hear five crisp sounds. Then, they saw Mu Hengtian walk out with an extremely ugly face. When he reached the door, he turned around and saluted, saying bitterly,

"Master, your blade skills are indeed divine. I was too arrogant and conceited."

"Amitabha. The bladesmanship is a worldly possession. Young donor Mu, don't be too obsessed."

The voice was not loud and came from the meditation room. However, in the ears of Ning Daogu, Ji Xin, and other people who witnessed the battle, it sounded like a master. The little monk sitting cross-legged on the cattail hassock also seemed to have a sense of transcendence.

Mu Hengtian heaved a long sigh. "Thank you for teaching me. Today, I know there is always someone better than me."

After that, he turned around and left with a disappointed face. After a few steps, he adjusted his mood without any fluctuation.

"Alas, idiot." A soft sigh came into the ears of Ning Daogu and others, making them feel inexplicable emotions. They stared at the grey-robed monk who was chanting with his head down.

But Mengqi, who was pretending to be an eminent monk, was very satisfied with his performance just now. The image of a master was established preliminarily. The only problem was that he had not reached the Enlightenment Stage yet, so he had no chance to use palm wind or finger wind. Otherwise, if he waved his robe and closed the door slowly, he would be "covered" while chanting with his head down. How cool would that be!

Mengqi was very clear about his hobby of showing off, pretending to be a master, and acting cool, but he was not ashamed of it. As long as he did not do it all the time and did not affect his business, it was okay. Who didn't have some hobbies?

Alas, whether he jumped down to close the door or asked the people outside to help, it would damage the image of a master!

Out of sight, out of mind, Mengqi directly closed his eyes and adjusted his Qi-circulation.

After a while, the reception monk slowly came over and closed the door. Ning Daogu and others also slowly came to themselves. They looked at each other and found that each other's eyes were full of shock.

Mu Hengtian, such a powerful figure, could not force Master Zhen Ding to stand up or move within five moves. Wasn't his bladesmanship too horrifying? Wasn't it an exaggeration to say that he was connected to the gods?

This shocking news in Jianghu made them restless. After a while, they all went out to show off that they had experienced a great event that would be recorded in the history of Jianghu. Only Ning Daogu and Yue Shishi, the Four Meritocrats of the South of the River Delta, stayed in the yard, as if they wanted to wait for Master Zhen Ding to finish his meditation so that they could chat with him and ask him for advice.

Although the path of the sword and the blade was different, the Great Way led to the same destination, so there was always something in common.

After silently estimating the time, Mengqi opened the door and walked out.

"Master Zhen Ding, I have eyes but failed to recognize you. I thought you were an ordinary monk." Ning Daogu did not hide and said generously, trying to get closer to him.

Mengqi could not learn the sword himself, so he did not like these guys who wore long swords. He smiled and saluted, "It's okay. A monk doesn't need an undeserved reputation."

I have never regarded myself as a monk.

"Master, you are really an eminent monk." Although it felt weird to say that to a young monk, Ji Xin still flattered him with a smile.

Yue Shishi looked at the Buddhist Commandment Blade on Mengqi's waist and asked curiously, "I wonder which sect you come from. How could you have such a God-like bladesmanship?"

"I practice Wild Fox Dhyana, and I had an adventure by chance." Mengqi said this deliberately to let them spread the news.

"A fortuitous encounter …" Yue Shishi and Nie Yao's eyes sparkled as if they were dreaming of a fortuitous encounter themselves.

Ning Daogu and Ji Xin did not show it clearly, but their expressions showed the same meaning.

After chatting for a while, when they were happy to make friends with a real master, Mengqi said with a serious face, "I like peace. If I have any challenges in the future, please tell them I am not here. Hehe, I am not here tonight. I have to go out to visit a friend."

"I will." Ning Daogu agreed with a big smile on his face. It was a great honor to be able to help a master like Master Zhen Ding.

In the evening, the news spread completely. All the Jianghu people in Destiny City and ordinary people who liked Jianghu rumors knew that there was a ten-year-old Master Zhen Ding. He was so young, but his Kung Fu was so good that he easily withstood Mu Hengtian's five moves.

All of a sudden, many martial artists, who were proud of their skills, rushed to the ruined temple, trying to challenge him. Anyway, Master Zhen Ding was a monk and would not kill anyone, so there was no risk in challenging him. If they lost to such a person, no one would laugh at them. If they won, their reputation would soar and they would become one of the few people below the grandmaster level!

Fortunately, Mengqi had told Ning Daogu, Yue Shishi, and the other Four Heroes of the South of the Yangtze River to stop them with the excuse that Master Zhen Ding was not here.

Mengqi continued to monitor You's Mansion and check the night activities outside the Castellan Mansion. At noon the next day, he disguised himself and went to Locust Tree Street again.

There was a wooden sign hanging outside the Cicada Hall, which said "Melancholy Ointment for sale today". Seeing this, Mengqi nodded slightly and went straight into the shop.

The old shopkeeper glanced at Mengqi with his eyes shining. "We have contacted an Animal God and he has agreed. Please show your identity and give us the first chapter of Transformation Strategy as a deposit."

"Show my identity?" Mengqi asked knowingly. He was secretly relieved because the one he could contact was definitely not Ennea Monkey.

The shopkeeper said in an old voice, "Many people set up traps to deal with Animal Gods by entrusting them with tasks. If we don't know who you are, how can we take revenge? And if you don't pay, we know who to ask. Don't worry, we won't reveal your identity. "

When it came to revenge after the event, he was quite frank.

"That's good." Mengqi was prepared for this. He nodded slowly and went into the back room with the shopkeeper.

Taking off his bamboo hat, Mengqi said straightforwardly, "I'm Zhen Ding."

"So it's Master Zhen Ding. Hehe, no wonder you have such terrible Kung Fu at such a young age. No wonder you want to deal with the You Family." The old shopkeeper suddenly understood. Obviously, he regarded Mengqi, who took out Transformation Strategy, as the successor of the Snow God Palace.

He didn't know the name of Master Zhen Ding until last night. At first, he didn't believe that such a young monk could defeat Mu Hengtian.

The old shopkeeper no longer doubted Meng Qi's identity and took over the first chapter of Transformation Strategy. Meng Qi had already made a copy of it, and he had also pondered over its contents.

"I will send You Hongbo to you in three days. Please give me the rest of the chapters." The old shopkeeper stood up to see him off. He didn't ask Mengqi why he asked the Twelve Animal Gods when he was strong enough to do it.

Mengqi left immediately. He didn't want to catch him and interrogate him. This kind of outside contact certainly didn't know the core secrets. Dealing with him would alert the enemy.

Besides, the Twelve Animal Gods were secretive. Most of them communicated through secret records. It was not easy to track them. Even if he monitored the shopkeeper's every move, he wouldn't get anything. If it was so easy to locate the Twelve Animal Gods, this organization would have been destroyed long ago.

Walking out of Locust Tree Street, Mengqi saw the street was crowded with people with swords and sabers everywhere. Looking at the sky, he saw dark clouds hanging low. The atmosphere was oppressive. A heavy rain was coming.

"I wonder how many things will happen these days …" Mengqi sighed in his heart.