Ji Xin and Le Shi were left with their mouths agape, staring at the tightly closed door in utter disbelief, wondering if they had just hallucinated.

  Mushan, the southern eighteen waterway's top master, a world-class expert, and the sect's leader, was unexpectedly humiliated by a young monk who was no more than sixteen years old?

  What a shocking news!

  Even if he started practicing his skills from the womb of his mother, Mushan's decades-long immersion in knife techniques was not in vain!

  Is it something else? They subconsciously guessed so.

  Meng Qi's mouth twitched slightly at the corner as he heard Mu Hengtian's words, what kind of thing is this? Did you hit the old to come to the young?

  He was well aware that in the world of Jianghu, there would be no shortage of similar grudges. By defeating Mu Shan and making him lose face, he would naturally have Di Hao's son, disciples, etc. come to challenge him and avenge their previous shame.

  "This is the way of Jianghu... Meng Qi sighed softly and spoke in a calm tone: "I, a poor monk, only exchanged a few moves with Master Mu, barely winning by a hair's breadth. What shame is there to speak of? Please return, young Master Mu."

  The calm and bland answer was like a thunderclap on a clear day to Ning Dao Gu, Nie Yao and others, shocking them so much that their souls were not attached to their bodies, as if they were in a dream. Could it be true that this young monk had really defeated Mu Shan? This was simply unbelievable!

  Is he a master of the art of staying young, reversing old age? Or did he have an extraordinary encounter at a young age and was given a lifetime of skills?

  If it's the latter, think about yourself, really living to a ripe old age like a dog!

  Mu Hengtian remained in the posture of cupping his hands and bowing: "After that day, my father was depressed and often sighed that Master Fa's knife skills were divine and couldn't be judged by ordinary standards. I myself had lived a useless life for half my years, and I couldn't bear to see my old father like this. Although I knew it was just a test of skill, I still had to come forward with a thick face and challenge you, so please accept my challenge, Master Fa."

  Meng Qi was about to refuse, but suddenly thought of something. Since his current reputation is not well-known, many things are not easy to handle, and no one believes what he says. He sighed and said: "Mu Xiaoshi's filial piety is commendable. This poor monk will exchange blows with you. I'll give you five chances with your knife. If you can force this poor monk to leave the couch, then this poor monk loses."

  What a big tone! This is the first thought that arises in the minds of Le Shi, Nie Yao and others. He actually wants to sit still and receive Mu Hengtian's five knives without moving his body or feet!

  Mu Hengtian is a figure with the hope of reaching the Zongshi realm, currently second only to You Tongguang, Cui Jinhua, Shen Hou and others, stronger than his father Mu Shan. Unless the Zongshi is present, who can do it?

  Mu Hengtian clearly remembered the past sparring, knowing that Master Zhen had a reason for saying so. He drew out his long knife and bowed respectfully: "Please instruct me, Master."

  After finishing speaking, he pushed open the door of the Zen room and entered with a knife.

  Le Shi, Ning Dao Gu and over a dozen others widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the Chan room. However, the door was not large, and Mu Heng Tian, who was jumping up and down, blocked their line of sight, allowing them to see only flashes of knives and hear five crisp sounds, after which they saw Mu Heng Tian walk out with an extremely unsightly expression. Upon reaching the entrance, he turned around, bowed, and said bitterly:

  "The master's swordsmanship is indeed divine, but he is also extremely arrogant."

  "Amitabha, the way of the sword is an external thing, Master Muko shouldn't be too attached to it."

  The sound was not loud, but it came from the Zen room and could be heard by Ning Dao Gu and Ji Xin, who had witnessed this battle. The little monk sitting cross-legged on the couch cushion seemed to have a few more parts of the transcendent meaning.

  Mu Hengtian let out a long sigh: "Thank you, Master Fa, for enlightening me. I have only just realized today that there is a heaven beyond the heavens and people beyond men."

  After finishing speaking, he turned his head and left with a lost expression. In just a few steps, his emotions returned to normal, without any ripples showing.

  "Alas, foolish child." A soft sigh entered the ears of Ning Dao and others, causing them to feel a strange emotion, staring blankly at the grey-robed monk who was reciting scriptures with his head bowed.

  Ke Jianer, pretending to be a high monk, was very satisfied with his performance just now. The image of the high monk has been initially established, and the only problem is that he hasn't reached the point of enlightenment yet. Palm wind, finger wind, and other things are not available to him. Otherwise, at this time, with a flick of his sleeve, the door would slowly close, gradually "covering" himself who was reciting scriptures with his head bowed, which would be so stylish!

  Meng Qi was well aware of his own fondness for showing off, pretending to be a high-ranking official and acting carefree. He didn't think it was shameful as long as he didn't do it all the time and everywhere, affecting his work. Who doesn't have some hobbies?

  Alas, at this time, whether jumping down to shut the door or ordering people outside to help would both damage the image of a superior person!

  Meng Qi closed his eyes and began to meditate.

  After a moment, the monk who received guests walked over and closed the door. Ning Daogu and others slowly came back to their senses, looked at each other, and found that they couldn't hide the surprise in each other's eyes.

  Even a strong person like Mu Hengtian couldn't force Zhen Ding Fashi to stand up or move within five moves, his swordsmanship is really too terrifying. Is the legend of Tong Shen just an exaggeration?

  This explosive news made them restless, and after a moment, they all went out to show off their experience of having been through a major event that would be recorded in the history of Jianghu. Only Ning Dao Gu and Le Shi Shi, two of the four heroes from Jiangnan, remained in the courtyard, as if waiting for Zhen Ding Fa Shi to finish his meditation, chat with him for a while, and ask for his guidance.

  Although the paths of sword and sword are different, they all return to the same origin, and there must be a place where they communicate.

  Silently estimating the right time, Meng Qi pushed open the door and walked out.

  "Zhen Ding Fashi, you have eyes but fail to recognize Mount Tai. Earlier, I took you for an ordinary monk." Ning Dao Gu said without hiding his intentions, speaking in a straightforward and magnanimous manner, attempting to narrow the distance between them.

  Meng Qi himself was not good at swordsmanship and had a bad impression of these guys wearing long swords. He smiled and bowed, saying: "No need, monks don't like empty names."

  I have never considered myself an outsider.

  "Master Fa is indeed a high-ranking monk." Although it felt strange to say this to a young monk, Ji Xin smiled and flattered him.

  Leshi looked at Meng Qi's waist knife and curiously asked: "I don't know what sect the master is from, but he actually has such a divine knife technique."

  "This humble monk has attained the Wild Fox Zen, and unexpectedly encountered a strange occurrence." Meng Qi said this on purpose, letting them spread it around.

  "What a wonderful encounter..." Le Shi and Nie Yao both had sparkling eyes, as if they were imagining themselves having such an encounter.

  Ning Dao Gu and Ji Xin's expressions were not obvious, but from their facial expressions, it could still be seen that they had similar intentions.

  After some small talk, when they were delighted to have made friends with a real master, Meng Qi's face turned serious and said: "I like quietness, if there is another challenge in the future, please tell the masters that I am not here, hehe, tonight I am indeed not here, I want to go out and visit friends."

  "In the lower province." Ning Dao Gu smiled and accepted with a pleased expression, being able to help a master like Zhen Ding Fa Shi was a great honor.

  By evening, the news had spread thoroughly, and all Jianghu figures or ordinary people who liked Jianghu rumors in Tianding City knew that there was a young True Ding Fa Shi in his early teens, whose martial arts skills were among the best, and he easily parried Mu Hengtian's five knives without moving.

  At that moment, many martial artists rushed to the broken temple, trying to challenge him. After all, Zhen Ding Fashi was a Buddhist monk who would not hurt anyone's life. Challenging him had no risk at all. If they lost, losing to such a person wouldn't be laughed at. But if they won, their reputation would immediately rise and become one of the top few masters!

  Fortunately, Meng Qi had instructed beforehand, and Ning Daogu, Le Shi, and the other four heroes of Jiangnan used the excuse that they were not present to block them.

  Meng Qi continued to monitor the Yu residence, and took a look at the night activities outside the city master's mansion. The next day at noon, he disguised himself and went to Huai Shu Street again.

  Outside the Autumn Cicada Hall hung a wooden sign that read "Today, Forget Worries Ointment is for sale". Seeing this, Meng Qi nodded slightly and entered the store directly.

  The old shopkeeper glanced at Meng Qi, his eyes shining brightly: "I've already contacted a matchmaker and she's agreed to come over. Please show your ID, and as a deposit, I'll need the first chapter of 'Fantasy Shape-shifting Technique'."

  "Show your ID?" Meng Qi asked knowingly, secretly letting out a sigh of relief in his heart. Whoever could be contacted definitely wasn't Shen Hou.

  The old shopkeeper said in a hoarse voice, "Many people set traps for the gods through entrusted tasks. If we don't know the customer's identity, how can we take revenge afterwards? Moreover, if the customer defaults on payment later, we also know who to ask for it. Don't worry, we won't reveal the customer's identity."

  As for revenge after things have happened, he is quite open and aboveboard about it.

  "All right." Meng Qi had mentally prepared himself and slowly nodded in agreement, following the shopkeeper into the back room.

  He took off his bamboo hat and said straightforwardly, "I am truly determined."

  "It was actually Zhen Ding Fa Shi, haha, no wonder at such a young age he has such terrifying martial arts skills, no wonder he had to deal with the You family." The old shopkeeper suddenly realized, apparently taking Meng Qi, who took out the "Huan Xing Da Fa", as a descendant of the Snow God Palace.

  Zhen Ding Fa Shi's name, he only knew last night, and at first didn't believe that such a small monk could defeat Mu Heng Tian.

  The name of the tree's shadow, Old Zhang no longer had any doubts about Meng Qi's identity, and took over the first chapter of "Fantasy Shape Method" - Meng Qi had already rewritten a copy and also pondered its contents.

  "Within three days, I will definitely send You Hongbo to the law enforcement officer's presence. At that time, please hand over the remaining chapters." The old shopkeeper stood up to see off the guest and didn't ask Meng Qi why he had enough strength to take action himself but entrusted the Twelve Xiang Shen.

  Meng Qi left immediately without any intention of capturing and interrogating him. This kind of outside contact definitely didn't know the core secrets, and it would be easy to startle the snake by hitting the grass.

  Moreover, the twelve zodiac gods' actions are secretive, mostly contacting each other through clandestine means, making it difficult to track them down. Even if one were to monitor the shopkeeper's every move, they wouldn't gain much - if it were that easy to lock onto the twelve zodiac gods, the organization would have been destroyed long ago.

  As Meng Qi walked out of Huai Shu Street, he saw a sea of people on the main road, with swords and knives visible everywhere. Looking up at the sky, he only saw dark clouds hanging low, the atmosphere was oppressive, and a heavy rain was approaching.

  These days, I don't know how many big things will happen... Meng Qi sighed in his heart.