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Chapter 49 Special training place

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    The moon and stars were sparse, and the wind was blowing into the bones. Meng Qi and Zhen Hui were walking back to the monk's monastery.

    "Little brother, thank you for begging Master to accept me as an apprentice." After a while of silence, Meng Qi said.

    Although this is not what I really want, but the friendship of the younger brother is still worthy of gratitude.

    Zhenhui walked briskly, looking very happy, and said indifferently: "It has nothing to do with me, the master has long wanted to accept the brother as an apprentice."

    "Ah? How do you know?" Meng Qi asked in amazement.

    Zhenhui turned her head and gave him a strange look: "The two cheat books have already been copied."

    yes!  Why didn't I think of it!  Meng Qi suddenly realized, and looked up and down Zhenhui, could this guy be as wise as a fool?

    Zhenhui felt a little nervous when she saw her, she shrank her neck and said, "Senior brother, I didn't steal your meal."

    Forehead?  Meng Qi narrowed his eyes, and I said why Fianbi didn't feel full these days!  I thought that's what it's like to be punished for facing the wall!

    When facing the wall, three meals a day are delivered to the room.

    After Zhenhui took a few steps back, Meng Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, it's the critical time for you to open up your dantian, and you need enough food."

    "Yeah!" Zhenhui nodded honestly and unceremoniously.

    While talking, the two of them returned to the Monk's Academy. As soon as they entered the meditation room, they were found by Zhenyong who heard the sound of pushing the door.

    "Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, you are truly blessed by the Buddha, to be selected as disciples by Uncle Xuanbei." He said congratulatory words, but they were slightly sour.

    Meng Qi smiled and said, "I didn't expect that either. I thought the reward was one of the seventy-two unique skills."

    "Alas, I was frightened at the time, or else alas, alas" Zhenyong sighed, regretting his choice of having one thing more than one thing less.

    After the incident in the back mountain, Meng Qi and him were no longer on good terms with him as before, but Wen Yan still said a few words of relief: "I am because of the reward, and Junior Brother Zhenhui is because of his good performance in the monk's house and the handyman's house.  Brother Zhenyong, you also have a chance."

    "Hope, Amitabha, I hope that all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas will open their eyes." Zhenyong sighed, put away his envious and jealous expression, gathered his energy, and said enthusiastically, "Worshiping under the disciple of Master Xuan Bei, I can learn seven  Twelve unique skills, I wonder what each of the two juniors chose?"

    "I am the golden bell cover, and Junior Brother Zhenhui is the Nianhuazhi." There is nothing to hide about this kind of thing, Meng Qi answered casually while packing his clothes.

    Zhenyong was stunned for a moment: "Nianhuazhi, Junior Brother Zhenhui, you actually chose Nianhuazhi?"

    His tone was a bit weird, Meng Qi raised his head and looked over: "Senior Brother Zhenyong, what's the problem?"

    Zhenyong shook his head and put on a smile: "No, no, I'm just thinking that it's difficult to cultivate the flower finger without paying attention to other special skills, and I'm a little worried about Junior Brother Zhenhui, but Junior Brother Zhenhui is usually a dedicated person, so I'm not afraid  .¡±

    As he said that, he looked at Zhenhui, enviously said: "Junior Brother Zhenhui, the flower finger is directly derived from the 'Tathagata Palm', it is the first of my seventy-two unique skills in Shaolin, you have to practice hard, in the future  Please give me some advice about martial arts, senior brother."

    "Yeah." Zhenhui packed her clothes intently.

    Knowing his temperament, Zhenyong didn't take it for granted. He turned to Meng Qi and said, "Junior Brother Zhending, you have the skills of iron cloth shirts, and the 'golden bell cover' is an excellent choice, but why not choose the 'King Kong Indestructible Magic'?"  What? It's better, and there's no conflict."

    Of course Meng Qi wouldn't copy Xuan Bei's words to hurt himself, he smiled and said: "My master asked me to choose, and I don't know why."

    "Well, Master Xuan Bei is a generation of masters, so there must be deep meaning." Zhenyong nodded, smiling again, "You two brothers, please take care of me in the future."

    "For sure." Meng Qi didn't want to get entangled in this topic, looked out of the window and said at Hei Ye, "Senior Brother Zhenyong, what major event has happened these few days, brother facing the wall?"

    Zhenyong thought for a while and said: "The important matter related to us is that the uncles and uncles come to choose disciples, but you don't need to care about it, well, there is another important matter, brother Zhenchang broke through the Tongren Lane and wandered down the mountain.  "

    "Brother Zhenchang? Tongren Lane?" A tall and thin young monk suddenly appeared in Meng Qi's mind.  Teaching monks, but the object is to practice the "arhat formation" monks.

    When meeting him for the first time, Meng Qi had only one idea, this guy should play Tang Monk, with red lips and white teeth, tall and thin figure, and a frail body, he should be the type that banshees like, but only after hearing Zhenyong's introduction, did he know  He is the head of the "true" generation of martial arts??, let him and Meng Qi enter directly.

    "The place of cultivation is inside the stupa" Meng Qi muttered to himself, not daring to speak, and quietly followed Xuan Bei into the stupa.

    "The upper seven floors of the pagoda are the places where the relics are treasured, and the seven floors below the ground are the places where demons and ghosts are suppressed." Xuan Bei said calmly, and pushed open the stone door engraved with swastikas in front of him.

    As soon as the stone door was opened, a strong and strange breath rushed towards his face, which made Meng Qi tremble physically and mentally, the circulation of breath was difficult, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

    "This is evil spirit." Xuan Bei fulfilled the duty of explaining the master.

    Meng Qi endured his discomfort, restrained his trembling, and followed Xuan Bei steadily forward.

    Xuan Bei nodded slightly, walked around a few corners, and stopped beside a prison cell, in which lay a giant bird with fiery red feathers.

    Just standing next to the cell, Meng Qi felt as if his body was on fire. When he cast his eyes, he felt that the air there was slightly distorted, as if the whole space was shaking. However, the cell in front of him exuded a slight chill, and the ground was covered with knots.  A layer of light blue ice crystals.

    "This is Huohu, with the bloodline of the ancient true phoenix, you can use its scattered breath here to practice the first level of the golden bell cover." Xuan Bei asked Meng Qi to practice outside this cell.

    Meng Qi gritted his teeth, took off the monk's robe around his waist, and sat cross-legged in front of the pale gold iron railing with symbols. With his upper body bare, feeling the high temperature, he started the mental method of the first level of the golden bell cover.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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