"The Dharma name is Zhen Ding."

  These four words were like a loud thunder, pouring into Che Wanxiu's ears, and even with her master's self-control, she couldn't help but change color and be speechless.

  It's not that she's quick-witted and reacts extremely fast, but this name, this title, has been known to everyone in the Jianghu for over a year. Slaying the Sect Master, destroying the Xiangshen, One Knife Through God, Breaking the Void, all sorts of descriptions make people's ears ring, it's hard not to know, remember or react!

  Her husband had always been wooden and numb towards Mr. Yi, but now he was shocked and changed color: "Really Master Zhēndìng?"

  Isn't it said that you have already broken through the void and ascended to the pure land of Buddhism?

  The entire second floor, all the Jianghu people who heard Duan Xiang's answer were stunned on the spot. "Luo Xue Dao" was a famous master in the nearby Wulin, and also a beautiful woman, they couldn't not recognize her, and she wouldn't misrecognize Mr. Xian Yin. As one of the original participants, Mr. Xian Yin would definitely not mistake True Ding Fa Shi!

  Duan Xiang said with a smile: "Mrs. Che, even after ascending to the heavens, it's not impossible to return. The true and compassionate heart of Master Zhen knows that breaking through the boundaries between humans and gods is difficult in the world of Jianghu, so he specially returned to find those who are destined to be enlightened and give them some guidance."

  A clear answer, a definite answer, Duan Xiang told everyone without a doubt that this was the true Ding Fa Master who broke through the void with one knife.

  Clang, clang, clang, countless chopsticks fell onto the table and floor from the hands of numerous Jianghu heroes. Bang, bang, bang, countless wine bowls and rice bowls were shattered into pieces.

  They were extremely shocked and turned their heads to look at Duan Xiang's table, only to see a young monk sitting quietly beside Mr. Xianyin, wearing a white monk's robe, spotless and dust-free, with a handsome and dignified face, his complexion calm and unruffled, smiling as he held his tea cup, truly having the air of a high-ranking monk who had transcended worldly affairs.

  So young? Isn't it said in rumors that you are a venerable monk with whiskers hanging down to your chest who has attained the Tao?

  It seems there is also a rumor about being young and unmarried!

  Che Wanxiu suppressed the turmoil in her heart, collected her half-mocking expression, and said with a hint of probing: "I've long heard that Master Zhēndìng's knife skills are divine. I also have friends from the Jianghu who praise me, giving me the nickname 'Luò Xuě Dāo' (Falling Snow Knife). For a moment, my skills are itching, so I hope Master won't mind teaching me one or two things."

  Whether it's true or not, try it and you'll know!

  Meng Qi had been wanting to spar with her. He put down the teacup in his hand, drew out the Red Sun Town Evil Knife, and showed its back to people: "Che Shi Zhu, draw your sword."

  "You're just going to sit there?" Car Wenxiu's face sank, didn't he underestimate my "Luo Xue Dao" too much?

  Of course, we must maintain our dignity. We are people who care about face. Meng Qi smiled and said: "Guests from afar are treated with respect, so let's yield to each other."

  As soon as the words fell, the second floor's stunned Jianghu heroes came back to their senses, and someone shouted loudly: "Luo Xue Dao wants to have a martial arts competition with Zhen Ding Fa Shi!"

  With a loud crash, the crowded first floor erupted in an explosion of noise.

  "What? Is it really Master Zhēndìng?"

  "Could it be that you are a True Dharmakaya cultivator who can shatter the void with a single knife?"

  "Does Luoxue want to have a martial arts match with Zhending Fashi?"

  ……

  For a moment, the sound of doubt, the sound of surprise, and the sound of shock merged into a cacophony that made one's ears buzz. Some people were as if in a dream, motionless, while others rushed up to the second floor to watch, but in just an instant, except for Meng Qi and Che Wanxiu's area, this floor was already packed with people, some even squeezed onto the tables.

  Che Wanxiu's face changed color continuously, in such a situation, it was already a case of riding a tiger and finding it hard to get off, a battle was inevitable, as for the matter of Zhen Ding Fa Shi sitting down, he couldn't care about that much anymore, after all, he was a divine being who had transcended the boundaries between humans and gods, so even if he sat with himself, it seemed normal.

  She thought for a moment, then put down the Snow Slashing Knife, turned the blade upside down, concentrated her energy and spirit, hugged her origin and guarded it, and made a starting gesture: "Please, Master, teach me."

  "Please, sir." Meng Qi smiled in response, his heart also slightly tense. Sitting and exchanging blows with a master was a rare opportunity to hone his skills.

  Che Wanxiu stopped speaking and under everyone's gaze, she lightly took a breath and swung out her thin Snowfall Blade.

  The knife light is like falling snow, fluttering down piece by piece. It's a wonderful sight to behold, but she is actually the master who has opened up her primordial energy and hidden her vital energy. The knife's momentum is fierce, the strong wind rushes against one's face, and amidst the beauty lies a thick killing intent.

  Luoxue Knife indeed lives up to its reputation, Meng Qi silently praised, his body unmoving, his feet unshifting, the Red Sun Evil-Suppressing Knife in front of him slanted and drew out an arc, as if encompassing all things within this space.

  At this time, the two knives collided, and Che Wenxiu retreated half a step back, but her face was not angry, but instead delighted. Zhen Ding Fa Shi's knife was truly wonderful, and she had only seen it once in her life. After a round of fighting, her own knife skills would definitely improve greatly, and the hundred-foot pole head would advance further!

  She no longer concealed her private moves, her body technique unfolded, the knife light rolled and rolled, just like a violent snowfall, forest cold and piercing, wonderful beyond words.

  Meng Qi sat on the chair, his body unable to move, and could only exhaust all his strength to merge all the knife techniques he had learned in his life to deal with the snow-like flashing knives.

  Mr. Xian Yin, Duan Xiangfei, had long been holding his teacup and left the table, smiling and watching the two of them competing, with knife lights flashing like a sharp blade, savoring each other's exquisite knife skills.

  "What a great swordsmanship!" The onlookers with some insight were all dazzled and mesmerized by the exquisite changes and implicit charm of the clashing swords.

  Che Wanxiu didn't reveal her spiritual secret, but she could rival Duan Xiangfei and others. Her knife skills were naturally extraordinary, and after opening up her yuanqi and jingli secrets, her internal energy was full and unending, becoming more courageous as the battle raged on, with her knife light fluttering like a blanket of snow covering the entire space.

  Under such pressure, Meng Qi gradually mastered his knife skills, whether it was the Wu Hu Duan Men knife method or the Blood Knife method, which evolved from the "Duan Qing Jing" variation, and he could use them freely. Every time he responded, Che Wanxiu secretly admired him.

  However, Meng Qi was ultimately trapped in his inability to move his feet, and under Che Wanxiu's increasingly fierce knife momentum, he gradually became somewhat difficult.

  He took a light breath, his mind focused, and the Red Sun Evil Quenching Knife suddenly withdrew.

  If this continues, I'll either be forced to leave the table or have no choice but to admit defeat, so I can only resort to a desperate move.

  How can we concede under the watchful eyes of everyone?

  When there's a choice, we're just people who care about saving face!

  If there is no choice, how much is face worth?

  Even if their martial arts skills are not good, the fact that Cheung Yiu-so is at an advantage can still be seen by onlookers, who whisper to each other:

  "Zhen Ding's swordsmanship is indeed wonderful, but sitting still and not moving is a bit strenuous."

  "Right, even an immortal who has transcended the boundaries of human and divine realms cannot defeat a Grandmaster just by sitting down."

  "But 'One Sword to the Spirit' shouldn't be like this... it shouldn't just end like this..."

  Just then, a flash of knife light leapt into their line of sight.

  A million taels of gold, fame in the martial arts world, beautiful wine and women, reckless abandon to life and death - each and every one of them wore a smile on their face, as if they were savoring all these.

  Even if he changed his perspective from an opponent to a bystander, Duan Xiangyi's eyes were still dazed, thinking about the scene of Shengjing Palace reappearing in the future.

  The dagger's light went out, and Che Wanxiu stood frozen in place, her breathing rapid, her mature and charming face red to the point of bleeding, her chest heaving violently, unusually eye-catching.

  At that moment, the Snowfall Blade fell to the ground, and Meng Qi also recalled the Red Day Town Evil Blade. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and Car Xiu's appearance had stirred up some unattainable desires in "Lu Hong Chen"...

  He didn't think much, quickly gathered his mind and body, because only by falling into the red dust himself could he pull others with him. So Meng Qi was also filled with desires at this time, and had to make a great effort to suppress them.

  The sound of snow falling and hitting the ground brought back the people who were deeply asleep, each showing their ugly side, and they all looked lost.

  After a moment, someone exclaimed in satisfaction: "One knife through the spirit, just now it was indeed the divine knife method!"

  "As expected, his swordsmanship is divine, no wonder he can cut through the void..."

  "This swordsmanship is simply beyond imagination."

  "Zhen Ding Fa Shi is truly a divine being."

  "They are like monks and should be called Bodhisattva-like figures."

  A burst of admiration came from her heart, Meng Qi smiled silently, put back the dagger, and took a sip of tea.

  "Wow, Zen Master Ding's demeanor is extraordinary, his reputation is well-deserved!"

  They were all savoring the previous sword, praising Meng Qi's demeanor and martial arts, while Luoxue Knife failed, they didn't mock him, losing to "One Sword Through God" Zhen Ding Fashi was normal! Any sect master would be the same!

  "Huh, Che Wanxiu let out a long sigh and didn't bend down to pick up the fallen knife. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she cupped her hands in respect and said: 'Today I realized that there are heavens beyond the heavens, and people beyond people. The Master's knife skills are truly extraordinary.'"

  She was about forty years old, with a beautiful appearance, good temperament, and an extremely good figure, plump and attractive. At this time, her face was red and charming, making the onlookers feel dry-mouthed and tongue-tied.

  But Meng Qi recovered from the backlash of "Lu Hong Chen" and looked at Che Wanxiu without any similar feeling, calm and peaceful, and said: "The master is wrong, seeing many things can recognize widely, the master's knife method also lets the poor monk gain not shallowly."

  Che Wanxiu picked up the fallen snow knife and struggled to regain her composure: "My husband's Zhuangzi is just outside the city, I don't know if we can invite Master to come as a guest."

  She can achieve great things in her studies and will not be lacking in her love for martial arts and knife techniques, so she wants to ask for guidance and hone her skills again.

  Meng Qi smiled and said: "I already have a place to settle down. If the cart owner wants to find me, he can go to Changhua Temple tomorrow."

  He intended to stay at Changhua Temple for a while to investigate this person named "Yuan Meng".

  He suddenly felt something was off, as a normal man with worldly experience in his past life and a straightforward personality in this one, he should have had some romantic thoughts and desires from time to time. The "fantasy" triggered by the Demon Energy Stone Gate was proof of that. Now, facing the charming Che Wanxiu, although he wouldn't think about it in that way, he should still have some normal appreciation for her, but instead his heart was as calm as still water, just like a truly enlightened monk.

  Ugh, Ah Nan's Broken Vow Knife Technique is really "toxic". With each knife slash, as long as I don't go crazy or destroy my own purity and can hold myself together, this fake monk will eventually become a real one... Meng Qi quickly gained some insight, couldn't help but grit his teeth. No way, gotta think of a plan. Hmm, next time find Zi Wei and the others to discuss it thoroughly, see if they have any enlightening opinions. If it can't be avoided, no big deal, just exchange for another external knife technique later, like the Purple Thunder Seven Strikes he's been yearning for!

  Che Wanxiu should have come with her husband, Mr. Xiang, to accompany Meng Qi and Duan Xiangfei for dinner before returning to the outskirts of the city - she was originally told by her subordinates that they met Mr. Yanyin in the city, so she came to fulfill her duties as a host.

  The prestige of Yidao Tongshen and the accumulated prestige of the sect master made those onlookers dare not approach, and could only return to boast.

  The next morning, Duan Xiangfei took Meng Qi to Changhua Temple.