The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, a lone figure stood on the cliff, Meng Qi, hiding in the dark, recognized at a glance that this silhouette was who.

  Forever!

  Although Meng Qi's energy has been mainly focused on the practice of Jin Zhongzhao and knife skills, light work, and the distance between him and the Wu Sengyuan is far apart, making it inconvenient to communicate. However, after the recovery of the lecture hall, he can still meet Zhen Yong every day, chat with him for a few words, and understand the trivial matters in the temple. Therefore, even if this figure is facing Meng Qi sideways, he is still convinced that the other party is indeed Zhen Yong!

  What is he doing here at the cliff so late?

  Isn't there some earth-shattering secret?

  Meng Qi thought slightly irritably that he had a big secret on him and was completely unwilling to get entangled in other events, lest someone discover something unusual about him.

  In Shaolin Temple, he just wanted to be a quiet little monk.

  It was with this mindset and the self-awareness that he wasn't a top-notch expert yet, that last time Zhen Guan didn't rashly explore the secret passage, but instead directly returned and sent out a signal.

  The grey figure turned around, vigilantly scanning the surroundings. The hazy moonlight shone on his face, clearly revealing that Meng Qi's judgment was correct - he was indeed Zhen Yong.

  Meng Qi held his breath and controlled his heartbeat, not wanting to attract Zhen Yong's attention. He hoped that the other would leave soon, so he could quietly resume his patrol. By tomorrow, when Zhen Hui reported the previous events to their master, Zhen Yong's secret would naturally be exposed.

  This place was secluded and almost unknown to anyone, Zhen Yong habitually glanced around before pulling out a book from his pocket and flipping through it with a sideways smile.

  The cold moonlight spilled down, and the six apertures of Meng Qi's eyes had already condensed. He discovered a book in Zhen Yong's hand, its pages were plain white, unlike the precious "Muhua paper" used for writing secret recipes, but rather like the inferior paper used by young monks to practice calligraphy in the chanting hall.

  "Could it be a book written on ordinary paper?" Meng Qi subconsciously speculated.

  Zhen Yong was so absorbed that he muttered to himself, and for a moment, no one had the consciousness to quickly leave the scene after doing "bad things", which made Meng Qi secretly anxious.

  He wasn't worried about himself being unable to bear it, but rather his younger brother who had never experienced this kind of situation before. As time passed, he might become anxious and restless, and when that happened, it would be easy for him to bump into something and make a noise.

  Meng Qi slightly tilted his head, gazing at Zhen Yong. Under the flickering shadows, his face looked obscure, with a hint of curiosity, intently staring at Zhen Yong.

  Their hearts are as one, it's not bad... Seeing this, Meng Qi silently praised in a low voice.

  After a while, Zhen Yong adjusted his stiff posture and kicked a piece of gravel, which rolled down the cliff without making any sound.

  Startled by the noise, she reluctantly closed the book in her hand.

  He didn't dare stay for too long and stretched his hand out of the cliff to feel around.

  After fumbling for a while, his right hand withdrew with an additional oil-paper package.

  "There seems to be a hidden gap on the outside of the cliff, it's quite concealed..." Meng Qi nodded thoughtfully.

  Zhen Yong opened the oil-paper package, inside were several books of different thicknesses, he put the one in his hand into it as well, then rewrapped and sealed it tightly.

  Just then, a clumsy mouse rushed out of the hole and scared Zhen Hui into hiding behind.

  Crack! The sound of a branch breaking was unusually clear in the quiet night!

  With a crack, Zhen Yong's hand shook and the oil-paper package fell to the ground. He turned around in shock and panic.

  At the same time, his left hand unconsciously reached out towards the edge of the cliff.

  "Who?" Zhen Yong lowered his voice and asked, as if he still hadn't seen Meng Qi and Zhen Hui.

  As soon as the words fell, Meng Qi had not yet come up with a countermeasure when Zhen Yong suddenly rushed over, his left hand dragging a sharp sword.

  His inquiry about drinking was actually a ruse!

  "He's been holding back his true strength...!" Meng Qi let out a sigh, shifted his left shoulder and charged straight into Zhen Yong's blade.

  Zhen Yong suddenly set up a suspicious formation, launched a surprise attack, and thought that the enemy hiding in the forest would not have time to dodge. It was best to kill with one move, but he was shocked to see a figure rushing towards the blade without dodging or avoiding it.

  Clang! The sword sliced through the air like a knife cutting gold and stone. Zhen Yong's voice echoed in the dark passageway, "Not good!" Without hesitation, he hastily retreated.

  At this moment, a flash of knife light came from an unexpected side, with a sharp angle and a strange position, making it difficult to dodge.

  Zhen Yong gritted his teeth, and with a swift slash of his sword, he narrowly dodged Meng Qi's attack.

  "Huh...... Meng Qi's eyes widened in surprise, as Zhen Yong had unexpectedly dodged his 'Blood Blade' technique. The swordsmanship he displayed was exquisite and extraordinary, with steps that were mysterious and profound, far from ordinary."

  Zhen Hui stepped forward with a smile on her face, her right hand in a gesture of brushing away dust, exuding an air of detachment.

  Zhen Yong had anticipated another enemy and was not surprised by Zhen Hui's move. His face turned solemn, his knife gleamed, and he directly blocked Zhen Hui's "Pinhua Finger".

  Then he kicked his right leg and kicked towards Zhenhui. The knife was slanted and cut down, pointing directly at Meng Qi.

  This sword, subtle and mysterious, gave Meng Qi a feeling of three thousand troubles being cut off with one slash.

  This is absolutely a terrifying swordsmanship! Meng Qi didn't dare to be slow, his body technique unfolded, like a ghostly apparition, every knife struck out from an unthinkable place.

  Zhen Yong's knife practice was always conducted in secret, with few opportunities to showcase his skills. Without the tempering of life and death, he was momentarily overwhelmed by Meng Qi's normal display of strength. After each knife strike, he felt that the next one could come from anywhere, at any angle, leaving him mentally and physically exhausted.

  On the other side, Zhen Hui, due to lack of actual combat experience, was unable to maintain balance while dodging Zhen Yong's kick and stumbled sideways, almost falling off the cliff.

  "Ah!" He cried out softly, for he found that the oil-paper package had been swept away to the outside of the cliff, disappearing into the clouds and mist.

  Meng Qi saw that the cliff was narrow, and his own footsteps couldn't fully display their prowess. He also didn't want to delay for too long, inviting changes. So after one slash of his knife, he took advantage of Zhen Yong's busy hands and feet, and suddenly pounced forward, directly pressing his chest against the opponent's sword.

  Clang! The sword sliced through the monk's robe, leaving a white gash behind.

  Because of the bright moonlight, Zhen Yong had already recognized that his opponent was Zhen Ding. He knew that Zhen Ding's Golden Bell Shield was terrifying, so previously every knife strike he made was aimed at the vital points and the shield's gate. However, he did not expect Zhen Ding's knife technique to be so strange, nor did he expect his fighting style to be so powerful and brutal, taking advantage of his inability to change moves in time, using his chest to hard-block the Buddhist Knife!

  Under the sudden and unforeseen circumstances, he has lost the opportunity to change direction!

  Meng Qi, who had successfully broken through by force, stretched out his sword and placed it horizontally on his neck.

  At this time, Zhen Yong threw away his sword and made a gesture of no longer resisting.

  Zhen Hui stepped forward again, and with a flick of her finger, she sealed several major acupoints on Zhen Yong.

  Meng Qi didn't dare to be careless and still put the scabbard around his neck, indicating that Zhen Hui should pull out the belt inside and tie up his hands behind him.

  "Zhen Ding, Shixiong, Zhen Hui, Shixiong, can you finally put your mind at ease now?" Zhen Yong's face turned pale as he forced a smile.

  Meng Qi said indifferently: "Elder brother, why must you resort to such underhanded tactics?"

  After being pointed by the acupuncture point, Zhen Yong found it difficult to stand up, so he sat down cross-legged, his eyes rolled around, and he said sorrowfully: "I am not as talented as you, Master Zhen Hui, nor can I achieve great things like Master Zhen Ding. If I want to learn the ultimate skill, I can only take this path. I don't want my life to be wasted in Shaolin, forever stuck with the old Buddha, unable to experience the wonders of Jianghu."

  "Brother Zhen Ding, Brother Zhen Hui, for the sake of our good relationship, spare me. From today on, I will reform and never do such things again. The secret manuals I obtained will be given to you both to examine."

  His eyes were red and he begged bitterly.

  "It's indeed a secret manual." Meng Qi said with a hint of a smile, "Zhen Yong Shixiong, I don't know how an ordinary martial monk like you could obtain such a supreme and mysterious manual."

  So don't use the phrase "unwilling to muddle through life" as an excuse for me.

  Zhen Yong's face changed, and he immediately sighed: "Because the empty wisdom of the Taishizu ancestor who guarded the Zangjing Pavilion had a hidden injury, at a specific time every day at noon, it would recur. I happened to know about it later, so I took this opportunity to go up and record the secret recipe on the upper floor, but I could only go to the third or fourth floor and couldn't see the 'Inner Eighteen' ultimate skill."

  "So that's how it is, no wonder you were so close to me and Zhen Hui back then." Meng Qi chuckled.

  Zhen Yong furrowed his brow, never expecting that his explanation would offend Zhen Ding and Zhen Hui.

  "And where did you hear this secret news?" Meng Qi suddenly shouted loudly, just as Zhen Yong's mind was uneasy.

  Zhen Yong shuddered all over, closed his mouth and shook his head without speaking.

  Meng Qi didn't want to delve deeper, fearing he'd get into trouble. So he told Zhen Hui, "Little Shidi, go shout loudly in the nearby courtyards and find someone to come over and 'help'. Remember, make sure everyone knows, don't just tell one person."

  When patrolling inside the temple, no signal objects are issued.

  Zhen Hui nodded and was about to walk outside.

  Zhen Yongjian's expression turned unfavorable, and he said in a low voice: "You two junior brothers, do you know what secret recipe I just put in the oil paper bag?"

  Meng Qi and Zhen Hui both looked at him, he said with a pleased expression:

  "Yi Jin Jing!"

  "What?!" Meng Qi exclaimed in surprise. It was actually the "Yi Jin Jing" from the treasures of Shaolin Temple, a legendary skill that could transform decay into wonder!

  Because it is not a forbidden art or an external elixir, the "Yi Jin Jing" has always been a secret manual passed down, and its management must be kept strictly confidential. How could this ordinary monk Zhen Yong copy it!

  There must be someone behind! Someone beyond your imagination!

  "How about it? Forget this matter, I'll share the 'Yi Jin Jing' with you?" Zhen Yong's voice was low and seductive, like a skilled temptress.

  Meng Qi was unwilling to get entangled with such a frightening thing, but he couldn't bear to part with the "Yi Jin Jing" which was not inferior to the Fa Xin's ultimate skill. His heart struggled intensely for a moment, and he hesitated.

  "Senior brother, senior brother... that oil-paper package was knocked down the cliff by me..." Zhen Hui said weakly.

  Meng Qi let out a snort and suddenly came back to his senses, realizing that he had actually been blinded by greed!

  If you choose "Yi Jin Jing", let Zhen Yong go, the people behind him will definitely find an opportunity to silence him, and you can't even guess who is behind him, so you can't take precautions in advance.

  What a pity... Looking at the vast and profound abyss, Meng Qi sighed, it is said that the poisonous miasma below is terrifying, after countless years of accumulation, only a few living things can survive, all are top-notch poisonous creatures, I'm afraid one needs to have extraordinary strength to explore.

  "Bang, it fell down..." Zhen Yong suddenly became disheartened and lost his spirit.

  Meng Qi hinted at Zhen Hui to hurry up and inform others, lest changes occur that he couldn't handle himself.

  Even "Yi Jin Jing" has appeared, this is really terrifying!

  Zhen Hui drilled out and sprinted towards the nearby courtyard, while Meng Qi watched Zhen Yong pacing back and forth, vigilantly guarding against a sneak attack.

  After a while, Zhenhui's loud shout came faintly, and Mengqi finally put down his heart.

  After waiting for a while, Zhen Yong calmed down and made one last effort: "Zhen Ding Shidi, although the 'Yi Jin Jing' has fallen to the bottom of the cliff, I did take a glance at it earlier and remembered some of the content from the beginning. If you let me go, I'll recite it back to you, and in the future, you'll definitely have another chance to see the 'Yi Jin Jing'."

  "And I will leave immediately, no one will know, as for who to find to take the 'Yi Jin Jing', I will tell you when I leave."

  Meng Qi pursed his lips, just about to speak, when suddenly a black shadow darted out from the woods and slapped a palm on Zhen Yong's back!

  Due to his carelessness, Meng Qi was unable to block it!