Chanxinyuan is a place where Shaolin receives guests. It consists of multiple courtyards. At this time, there are bare trees standing on it, covering it with a layer of thin snow.

Meng Qi waved his broom to clean up the remaining snow in the yard. Suddenly, the door of a wing room opened, and a little Taoist priest with a bun on his head stood by the door and shouted, "You little monk, the house is a little dirty, come and clean it up."

"Okay, donor." Meng Qi bowed with one hand, and walked towards the wing room with a broom, while the little Taoist priest who was still a little childish had returned to the house.

Meng Qi arrived at the door and looked inside. He saw that there were seven or eight people in the room, each wearing different clothes and colorful colors, which attracted much attention than Shaolin's monotonous clothes.

Hey, it seems that there are still girls? Meng Qi didn't dare to look at them carefully to avoid losing etiquette. But just now, he looked at him in a hurry and seemed to see a girl in a goose yellow dress.

Shaolin in this world does not seem to prohibit female guests from entering... Meng Qi carefully passed by several guests, intending to clean the broken tea cups on the ground.

Suddenly, one foot reached from somewhere, just in front of Meng Qi's feet.

Meng Qi didn't have time to close his legs, so he tripped up. He felt that his body's center of gravity had lost and he stumbled forward.

In surprise, Meng Qi vaguely saw that the person who tried to trip him was the little Taoist priest who was wearing a bun on his head just now. His facial features were deep, and the most eye-catching one was his thick black eyebrows that looked like two flying knives. At this time, he didn't even look at Meng Qi, but his eyes were staring at Meng Qi in front of him.

Meng Qi waved his arms and tried to maintain balance to prevent falling, but the little Taoist priest had a very good grasp of the opportunity to stretch his feet, which made him unable to recover his center of gravity. He could only sadly see the ground getting closer and closer, and imagined in his mind that he had fallen into a miserable way of chewing shit.

At this time, a goose yellow color came into Meng Qi's eyes. Then, a long sword wrapped in a heavy copper green sword sheath appeared inexplicably, and gently pressed against Meng Qi's chest.

The sword was very light and Meng Qi could hardly feel the pain, but its angle was just right, which instantly stopped Meng Qi's downward trend and restored balance.

Meng Qi raised his head a little confusedly and happened to see a bright and beautiful face. She had big eyebrows and big eyes, her black hair was simply tied up and softly, and she was wearing a goose yellow dress. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, but she could not see any tenderness.

Her pink lips slightly opened, and her voice was as crisp as a yellow oriole: "Xuantian Sect calls itself the Taoist throne of the Emperor of Heaven, is it such a Taoist throne that bullies children?"

Humph, the little Taoist priest from Xuantian Sect did not answer, but just hummed softly.

The girl turned her head and looked at Meng Qi, and suddenly laughed. Two dimples appeared on her lips, making her look very sweet: "Little monk, don't worry about that bad guy, he just wants to use you to test my sword skills."

Speaking of this, she pursed her mouth gently and raised her head slightly: "But even if he saw my sword technique, so what?"

She didn't say it directly, but Meng Qi felt a sense of pride and confidence in his own strength.

"Thank you for helping me, Miss." Meng Qi stood firm and thanked him subconsciously.

The girl took back her sword and laughed: "You are like a young man from a noble family, not a little monk, and should be called the female donor."

Then she turned her sword backwards and gave a greeting: "Well, my name is Jiang Zhiwei, a disciple of Xijian Pavilion. I'm so embarrassed to get you involved in the fight between us."

At this time, the little Taoist priest of Xuantian Sect snorted again: "I just didn't expect that Shaolin's disciples were so weak, and they would just trip over there."

His eyebrows were raised, and his childishness was a bit stubborn.

"He is just a serious monk. Why don't I think about the martial arts of your serious servant to see if he is as strong as you?" Jiang Zhiwei said sarcastically with a smile on her lips.

"You!" The little Taoist priest stood up.

"What are you doing?" A heavy voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Meng Qi looked back and saw a young man in a gossip robe walking in with his hands behind his back. He had long eyebrows and his temples, his nose was straight, and his eyes were as lightning.

At first glance, Meng Qi thought that this handsome and masculine man was in his twenties, but after a closer look, he could tell from his eyebrows that he was probably only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Her temperament is very mature... Meng Qi suppressed his anger and aggrievance just now and commented secretly.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Qingjing tripped over this little monk to test my sword technique." Jiang Zhiwei simply stated the matter without adding fuel to the fire.

The senior brother surnamed Zhang looked at Qingjing and said in a stern manner: "Since you have left the mountain gate, every move you make means Xuantian Sect, don't lose your dignity."

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang." The little Taoist priest replied aggrievedly, but it seemed that this senior brother named Zhang was very prestigious among the young disciples of various sects. No one in the room was silent and no one spoke for Qingjing.

"I'm too reckless." The little Taoist turned his head and said to Meng Qi, then quickly turned his head.

Meng Qi took a light breath, and said nothing more than saying, "The little monk is really determined."

The senior brother surnamed Zhang nodded gently and said to Meng Qi: "Junior Brother Zhending, I am Zhang Yuanshan of Zhenwu Sect. I am valued by friends from all sects. I call me senior brother. I hope to forgive you for your affairs today."

It was just my own martial arts skills that were mediocre... Meng Qi didn't say this, nodded, indicating that he would not take such trivial matters to heart. Then he folded his hands together, lowered his Buddha's name, buried his head in cleaning the ground, and exited the room.

"This little monk is quite a bit of backbone..." From a distance, Meng Qi vaguely heard Jiang Zhiwei's comment.

Back to the Servant Hospital, there was still some time before lunch, but Meng Qi was in a state of peace and eager to practice the exercises, but the "100-day foundation building" had been completed, and there was no method of "meditation and energy storage", so he had to hide in the meditation room and practice Arhat boxing over and over again to temper his body.

During lunch, Zhenhui and others did not come back. It is said that they were arranged to clean the Damo Academy, which was where disciples of various sects fought and exchanged this time.

It was not until evening that Meng Qicai saw Zhenyan, Zhenhui and others came back, and he looked excited and communicated with each other endlessly.

"The competition will start in the afternoon?" Meng Qi's heart moved and he quickly stepped forward and asked.

Zhenhui nodded vigorously: "Well, it's so wonderful! It's a pity that you are not present, senior brother."

Zhenyan nodded slightly, then sighed: "Their age is as different from mine, but their martial arts are ten times more powerful than mine, ah..."

Comparing people with people makes people angry... Meng Qi suddenly said this sentence in his mind, and then asked curiously, "Who is the final winner?"

"It's so exciting in the end, long sword, Taoist priest..." Zhenhui swayed her hands and stated excitedly, but his language organization was too chaotic, and Meng Qi couldn't understand it.

Zhenyan smiled and said, "The final decisive battle was between Zhang Yuanshan, Zhenwu Sect and Jiang Zhiwei, the girl from Xijiange. Hehe, they had defeated young disciples of various sects before, including Zhenmiao and Zhenben."

When the two senior brothers who entered the temple were defeated, Zhenyan looked gloating.

"Zhenwu Sect, Xijian Pavilion?" At some point, Xuan Xin came over, "Hey, the young disciples of these two sects actually met their enemies with a narrow road."

"Enemy road is narrow?" Meng Qi felt that Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhi had a bad relationship.

Xuan Xin tsk: "There is a magical skill in Taoism that can be compared with the "Tathagata's Divine Palm", called "The Seven Swords of the Sky", which has been lost for a long time. The foundations of the Zhenwu Sect and the Xijiange Sect are respectively one of them. They are different from each other, hey, the relationship between Vajra Temple and I Shaolin. Moreover, Xijiange only respects the Taoist ancestors and does not enter Taoism. Who will be defeated in the end?"

"Zhang Yuanshan of Zhenwu Sect lost to Miss Jiang Zhiwei by half a move." Zhenyan quickly replied, saying that he said it according to the evaluation of the first monk of the Pure Land in the Dharma Academy.

Xuan Xin was stunned for a moment: "The little girl from Xijian Pavilion won? It won't be Su Wuming again, hehe, be careful, it's very easy to break."

The monks discussed this martial arts competition very late. After returning to the Zen room, Meng Qi was unable to calm down for a long time. Thinking of Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei, who were like dragons and phoenixes among people, I was really irritable to think of myself.

The bright moon outside the window shines through the thin clouds, reflecting a clear and shallow view in front of the bed.

"When will you get out of the Servant Academy and truly start martial arts practice..." Meng Qi thought about it, but couldn't help but decide to ask Zhenguan. It was true that two Servant monks of the year had been arranged by Master Xuanzang, and he must have his purpose.

"Senior Brother Zhenguan, Senior Brother Zhenying, do you know how to get out of the Servant Academy? Or do you have any specific requirements?" As long as the requirements are clear, instead of keeping one's heart, Meng Qi believes that he has hope to achieve it.

Hearing this sentence, the one who loves to sleep, sat up and laughed loudly: "I took all my thoughts and thoughts to enter Shaolin, but I was always trapped here for three years and three years. I have to be sent out of the temple for two years. I have achieved nothing, haha, nothing can be achieved, how can I face the elders in my family!"

He laughed so harder than crying, and he felt like a cuckoo was crying blood.

"Go out of the Servant Hospital? Humph, I haven't seen anyone succeed in the past seven years! Hey, Xuanku's bald donkey is just talking big and lying to be coolies!" Zhenguan said as if she was going to eat raw flesh and blood.

Hearing their answer, Meng Qi's hope was extinguished by a basin of cold water, and his heart was confused.

Zhenhui, Zhenguan had a stir for a while, and fell silent again, and fell into a state of "autumnity" again. Zhenhui's breathing became longer and longer, and she was obviously asleep.

Meng Qi looked out the window and couldn't fall asleep. He felt like a little bird trapped in a cage, unable to break free. He was anxious, anxious, depressed and other emotions started to rise and fall.

I don’t know how long it took, Meng Qicai fell into a dream.
Chapter completed!