With a long breath, Meng Qis internal energy was emitted from the dantian, turned through the three gates, passed through the Gate of Life, entered the Mud Ball, and finally converged in the Xuanji, falling silently, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

  After several Sundays, Meng Qi gradually grasped the key to practicing "Shaolin Heart Method", and then he inhaled deeply, opened his eyes.

  At this time, Xuan Chi, who had just taught the heart method, was nowhere to be seen. The sound of fists hitting flesh came from outside the quiet room.

  Meng Qis heart skipped a beat as he stood up and was about to walk out of the quiet room and into the martial arts hall.

  This is not that he doesnt pay attention to internal skill cultivation, but rather except for being arranged patrol or guard tasks, currently himself can only touch the knife in the performance martial arts hall, practice knife skills, as for moving Zhou Tian, enhancing internal power, its okay to wait until the performance martial arts hall closes and then do it after returning to the Zen room.

  "Little brother, want to go out together?" Meng Qi asked casually when he saw Zhen Hui also opened his eyes.

  Zhen Huis face was rosy, her eyes were dazed and confused, as if she had just woken up. When Meng Qi asked her, she replied with a hint of embarrassment: "Senior brother, that hot mouse is really fun, I want to practice my heart method for a while longer."

  "Hmm, youre just laying the foundation, strive to open up your dantian as soon as possible." Meng Qi smiled and pushed open the door of the quiet room, returning to the main hall.

  On the left side of the Enbu Dai-den, a rack for weapons was placed, mainly with long staves and naginata, mixed with a small number of katana, etc. Two yellow-robed jikijitsu priests stood at each corner to prevent accidental injuries during practice.

  Meng Qi looked around and saw Zhen Yong practicing Luohan Fist with someone, so he didnt go over to greet them. Instead, he walked straight to the weapon rack, picked up an unopened Jian sword, weighed it in his hand, took a stance, and began to practice the "Five Tigers Severing Door Knife Method" slowly and clumsily from start to finish as taught by Qi Xia.

  Next to him, a monk saw Meng Qi practicing his sword and subconsciously narrowed his eyes, his gaze like lightning. After watching for a while, he found that Meng Qi was practicing the most basic and ordinary sword technique, shook his head, turned around, and continued to focus on other monks sparring.

  Meng Qi made one move after another, gradually forgetting everything around him, immersing himself in his own knife method world, wielding his knife like the wind, freely and effortlessly, and constantly checking against the secret book, correcting his mistakes.

  After a while, Meng Qis forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, she put away her sword and carefully savored the gains from just now.

  "Hmm, if practicing sword every day has this kind of effect, itll probably take about a month to master this sword technique." Meng Qi let out a breath, secretly delighted, and then resumed his stance, swinging the Jian again.

  This time, Meng Qis "Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Knife" looked a bit disorganized, because his focus had shifted to his own footsteps, and the knife technique was just to cover up his practice of "Divine Steps Eight Steps", so as not to be discovered by the executive monk.

  Half a time later, Meng Qi, who had a good memory, roughly remembered the steps of "Shen Xing Ba Bu", and with his internal strength, it was not difficult to lift and transport. However, he felt that he was still far from mastering it, as if there was something in between that he couldnt quite grasp, vague and unclear, no matter how hard he tried. At present, he could only remember the complex steps, but had no practical use for them.

  "It seems that I need to combine actual combat practice to find the key to this step." After practicing for a whole night, Meng Qi was also exhausted and put the sword back on the weapon rack before walking towards Zhen Yong.

  "Huh, Zhen Ding, my junior brother, have you grasped the Shaolin Heart Method?" Zhen Yong was half-bowed, his hands pressed on his knees, panting heavily. The previous few rounds of sparring had left him greatly exhausted.

  Meng Qi smiled and said: "Zhen Yong Shixiong, have you forgotten that Ive already opened up my dantian?"

  "Right, look at this brain of mine!" Zhen Yong patted his bald head and slowly straightened up, "Going back to the Zen room now?"

  The Zen room of the Wu Seng Yuan had two people per room. Meng Qi and Zhen Hui lived next to Zhen Yong.

  Meng Qi nodded and was about to go call Zhen Hui, when he suddenly saw a sturdy monk violently colliding with another monk in front of him.

  With a crash, the thinner monk was knocked back several steps, looking at his opponent in shock and anger. Before he could speak, the tall monk who had bumped into him snarled: "You dare bump me? Do you want to spar with me? Fine, lets do it!"

  The thinner and weaker martial monk turned pale, his expression revealing a clear fear, but he surprisingly did not refuse, opening up his stance, and fighting intensely with the tall and ferocious monk.

  As a result, the monk was broken through his defense by the stout monk with two or three punches, beaten up, nose blue and face swollen, stumbling towards the gate of the martial arts hall.

  The monk, like a tyrant, swung his fists triumphantly and showed off to his companions around him.

  Meng Qi stared blankly for a long time before regaining his composure and asked Zhen Yong beside him, "Is this okay?"

  There were eight deacons nearby watching, and he actually dared to commit malicious provocation, beating fellow disciples and other crimes! And the monk who was beaten didnt even ask for help! Where is the Shaolin discipline?

  Although there are rivers and lakes everywhere, there is bullying and being bullied, but Meng Qi thought that even Shaolin Temple should have monks who have achieved enlightenment, its a pure land of Buddhism, even if dirty things cant be avoided, they wont be shown on the surface.

  Zhen Yong said in a low voice: "His Buddhist name is Zhen Liang, he entered the temple three years ago and has just made some small achievements in cultivating his inner energy. He likes to bully the weak in the martial arts hall."

  "What rules?" Meng Qi asked in puzzlement.

  "This is our own rule in the Wu Seng Institute. Anyone who enters the martial arts hall must not refuse any monks request for a match, after all, if youre walking on the rivers and lakes, someone wants to kill you, cant you say I dont want to fight with you? This also allows us to get familiar with forced combat in advance. However, there is also a distinction within the institute, monks who are close to achieving great success in their internal energy cultivation are not allowed to enter here, and there is another martial arts hall that belongs only to them."

  "The true amount is to grasp this point, select the monks who have contradictions with him in daily life for sparring, as for bumping into people, it belongs to a reasonable provocation within the Wudang Temple, to help the monks get used to similar situations and effectively control emotional fluctuations."

  Meng Qi nodded slightly, seeming to understand the reason: "But whether its malicious or benevolent, shouldnt Master Shi and the others be able to tell?"

  "I heard that Zhen Liang has an older brother in the Discipline Court..." Zhen Yong said softly, "So as long as he doesnt violate the discipline, the masters and senior brothers will all turn a blind eye, haha, Zhen Liang is considered the number one in the Martial Arts Hall."

  Meng Qi thought of the monks struggling in the miscellaneous duty courtyard and snorted: "People like this can be included in the Wu Seng Yuan, I thought Master Xuan Ku was a truly upright person!"

  "Its said that Master Xuan Ku only took charge of the first few batches, and the later ones were selected by other masters. Well, anyway, when the time comes for the masters to choose their successors, they will consider their usual performance." Zhen Yong didnt have any prejudice against Master Xuan Ku.

  Meng Qi reviewed his own arbitrariness and narrowed his eyes to look at Zhen Liang who was laughing loudly with others.

  "Haha, what I need most is actual combat practice, and I was just worried that I couldnt find a suitable opponent!" He suddenly took a step forward.

  The pressure of death in the cycle of rebirth made him unable to care too much, and if he was expelled from Shaolin because of this, it would also be a wish come true.

  Meng Qi walked towards Zhen Liang, but Zhen Yong was momentarily bewildered and could only stare blankly at his back.

  "Hmph, you actually refuse to help me sweep the yard." Zhen Liang gazed at the grand hall entrance.

  A monk beside him chuckled and said, "He doesnt know the extent of your abilities, Master Zhen Liang. In the entire Martial Arts Hall, who can surpass you?"

  "Haha, you think Im easy to deal with just because Im usually gentle?" Zhen Liang burst out laughing.

  At this time, Meng Qi walked up to him, gave a shoulder push, and with a "pa" sound, he was knocked open.

  Zhen Liang retreated several steps in a row, looking at Meng Qi in disbelief. Normally, he was the one who would provoke others, but today someone actually dared to provoke him?

  Meng Qis face seemed to smile yet not smile as he swapped his hands, clenched his fists and looked at Zhen Liang: "You actually bumped into me? Are you thinking of having a practice match with me? Alright then, lets do it!"

  Huh?

  The sudden turn of events stunned Zhen Liang, and the several companions beside him couldnt help but look at Meng Qi in disbelief. Where did this little monk come from? He looked so handsome and refined, how could he be so brainless?

  Isnt this too bold?

  Zhen Yongs face changed, and he was about to step forward to stop them, but suddenly remembered that in the afternoon, Lian Shou and Zhen Miao had both lost to Zhen Ding. He slowed down his pace, watching the two with a hint of a smile.

  "How detestable! Bastard!" Zhen Liang came back to his senses, furious, thinking that he was the one who bullied others, how could anyone dare to provoke him?

  He also learned from Meng Qi, clenching his fists and making a cracking sound with his joints, saying: "Alright, lets practice! I wont let you cry for mercy, Ill be your junior!"

  The surrounding monks remained expressionless, as if no conflict had occurred at all.

  As soon as the words fell, Zhen Liang rushed towards Meng Qi with a powerful and forceful move.

  After the half-column fragrance, slap slap slap, Meng Qi gave a few punches to Zhen Liang who was lying on the ground. Amidst the terrified and bewildered expressions of the surrounding monks, he stood up, patted his monks robe calmly and said: "Sorry about that, ah, junior brother, your martial arts still need more practice."

  In the previous exchange, Meng Qi was initially familiar with "Shen Xing Ba Bu" and "Luohan Quan", which made him struggle at first, exciting Zhen Liang extremely, as if he had already seen Meng Qi being beaten to a pulp. However, as Meng Qi gradually became more skilled, Zhen Liang, eager to stop and think about his gains, launched a fierce attack, with the help of Tie Bu Shan and the momentum from their life-and-death struggle, quickly knocking Zhen Liang to the ground and giving him a good thrashing.

  "Master...... brother......" Zhen Liang gritted his teeth and growled, completely unwilling to believe that he would lose. Just a few breaths ago, he was still in the upper hand, but how did this little monk suddenly turn into a fierce beast? His fists hitting him were like scratching an itch!

  Meng Qis gaze dropped, looking at Zhen Liang: "Huh, does it seem like my junior brother is still not convinced? Shall we continue?"

  Facing this guy who was even more like a tyrant than himself, Zhen Liang could only grit his teeth and stop talking, slowly getting up.

  Meng Qi mastered the Arhat Fist and vaguely grasped some of the essence of "Shen Xing Ba Bu". Just as he was feeling relaxed and comfortable, he looked around and had an eager expression, wanting to find someone to practice with.

  With a loud shout, the monks around him scattered in all directions.

  "Really no face..." Meng Qi shook his head and looked at Zhen Liangs bruised face again.

  Zhen Liang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and without thinking, he turned around and ran.

  "Zhen Ding, your horizontal practice skills are truly exceptional." Zhen Yong came up to flatter him with a sentence, and at this time, Zhen Hui also came out of the quiet room.

  Meng Qi then gathered his thoughts and returned with them to Chan Fang to cultivate "Shaolin Heart Method".

  On the second day, it was still fetching water, recognizing characters and practicing skills. Near the end, Zhen Miao stood in front of Meng Qi with his hands behind his back: "Zhen Ding Shidi, are you ready?"

  "Alright." Meng Qi replied in a low voice, stepping out of the formation. Engaging with the strong would put pressure on him, but it also made him feel excited.