Shocked and angry, Meng Qi struggled hard, but his strength was not small. Although he was shaken, he still pressed Meng Qi firmly, and the strength of his hands did not weaken.
After the initial flustered struggle, Meng Qi suddenly found that although his breathing was difficult, it was far from suffocating. Zhenguan's hands seemed to be "trapped" by his own muscles and skin, making it difficult to effectively stop breathing.
Yes, I will "iron cloth shirt"! This thought flashed through Meng Qi's slightly dizzy head.
Because he didn't practice it by himself, in the crisis just now, he actually forgot that he could "iron cloth shirt"!
However, the "iron cloth shirt" itself does not increase strength much.
After making sure that he was not in danger, Meng Qi gradually calmed down his flustered emotions, concentrated on driving his dantian, and a warm current slowly rose.
With internal force running, Meng Qi's waist and abdomen with both hands forcefully lifted the Zhenguan flying out, and hit the wall with a bang.
Zhenguan was staggered by the collision, but still struggled to get up, his eyes were red, and he kept growling words such as "kill you" and "grab my chance to enter the monk's house" in his mouth, and rushed towards Meng Qi crazily.
"Crazy!" Meng Qi had turned over and stood on the bunk at this time, frightened and angry, neither dodging nor dodging, he punched with a step up, and the habitual "black tiger took out his heart" hit Zhenguan hard on the chest .
But Zhenguan's waving hands hit Meng Qi's body, as if to tickle him.
Bang, Zhenguan slammed into the wall again, making a dull sound.
He covered his chest with his right hand and struggled to stand up, but Meng Qi used almost all his strength in this punch. No matter how hard he tried, his body was in unbearable pain, weak and powerless, how could he stand up!
"Kill, kill you!"
"You bastards, deceitful bald donkeys!"
"I want revenge, I want revenge"
He muttered to himself like crazy, tears streaming down his face.
At this time, both Zhenying and Zhenhui had been woken up, and the other looked at this scene in a daze.
Seeing Zhen Guan's insane look of wanting to jump over and eat his own flesh and blood, Meng Qi thought that if he hadn't exchanged for the "Iron Cloth Shirt" in the "Reincarnation World", he might have died just now, and suddenly became angry and jumped off the bunk. Waving his fist is about to hit Zhenguan.
Poof, Meng Qi's fist failed to hit Zhenguan, but hit a yellow cloth that suddenly appeared, and made a soft sound without any strength.
"Stop!" Xuan Xin rolled up her sleeves and gave a low shout.
Meng Qi did not lose his mind. When he saw Xuan Xin appearing, he immediately shouted: "Uncle Xuan Xin, Zhen Guan is crazy! He wants to kill me!"
And Zhenguan stared fiercely at Meng Qi and Xuanxin quite "cooperatively", constantly chanting "kill you" and other words.
Xuanxin looked at Zhenguan angrily, curled her lips and said, "Who can you kill with this look?"
He walked a few steps quickly, kicked up in the air, kicked Zhenguan momentarily out of breath, and was speechless.
"What are you looking at? Go back to sleep! Do you want to use iron buckets to carry water tomorrow?" Xuan Xin yelled at the handyman monk who appeared at the door, and sent them back who had woken up to watch the excitement.
"These trash!" Xuan Xin turned her head and muttered to herself, and Zhen Ying's expression on the Tongpu became more and more gloomy.
After finishing speaking, Xuanxin looked at Meng Qi, and miraculously changed from being angry to smiling in a second: "Nephew Zhending, what do you think should be done about this matter?"
Meng Qi is also considered a person with quite a lot of social experience, and his anger has almost been vented, and he has not suffered any substantial harm, so he glanced at Zhenguan and said: "I leave everything to the master, but he has lost his mind and gone crazy. If it were someone else, I'm afraid there would have been a murder."
Xuanxin coughed and signaled Zhenhui to close the door of the meditation room.
Before Zhenhui watched Xuanxin kicking Zhenguan intently, as if a story of Jianghu was being staged in front of his eyes, he was a little excited. At this time, he responded, jumped off the bunk, ran to the door, closed the door, and then He continued to stare at Xuan Xin and Meng Qi with round eyes.
"After all, this matter is the matter of our handyman's courtyard. It is not beautiful for everyone to know. It is not as good as this. Uncle Shi, I will find another reason to drive Zhenguan out of Shaolin tomorrow." Xuan Xin said with a smile on his face.
Meng Qi finally understood that if things got serious and were taken over by the Discipline Academy, he, the deacon monk in charge of the Miscellaneous Service Academy, would have to bear some responsibility.
Just when Meng Qi was thinking about whether to take this opportunity to make friends with Xuan Xin so that he could do things in the future, the door was pushed open, and a monk in yellow came in, wearing a string of brown-red Buddhist beads in his right hand.
"Senior Brother Xuanxin, if it wasn't for Senior BrotherBecame a monk yet?
Can slippery boys and idiots also become monks?
This made them, who are proud of the Monastery, subconsciously reject Meng Qi and the other two.
Seeing their expressions, Meng Qi couldn't stop laughing to himself, wanting to say something loudly, I, Hu Hansan, are back again.
Xuan Chi looked at the martial monks who had entered the temple in the last year with his hands behind his back, and said to Meng Qi and Zhen Hui, "From today on, you can learn martial arts from them. It's wonderful to teach monks."
Wonderful? Meng Qi looked sideways at the gentle young monk beside him, was it him? He is also of the true generation, and he and others are still in the monk stage of accumulating energy and training their bodies, but he has become a teaching monk!
Zhenmiao was wearing a yellow monk's robe, she looked refined, but standing there, she felt a bit like Yue Zhiyuan.
He nodded without a smile: "You guys are at the end of the line."
Meng Qi and Zhenhui had no objections, so they quickly found a place to stand.
"Today is still practicing Arhat boxing. I will also demonstrate it. Be sure to watch it clearly." Zhenmiao watched Xuan Chi leave, then swung open the bottom of the monk's robe with his right hand, tied up his horse stance, and first demonstrated the "pilgrimage to the mountain and worshiping Buddha" pose.
"Practice this style first. The way to practice martial arts, you must have a solid foundation, and don't be greedy and rash." Zhenmiao ordered the monks to practice boxing.
Both Meng Qi and Zhenhui had learned Luohanquan for several months, and they could still keep up with the progress, so they punched over and over again, from the first form to the eighteenth form, gradually, sweating profusely.
"Stop!" Suddenly, Zhenmiao walked up to Meng Qi and looked at him sternly, "There are many irregularities in your Arhat boxing, how do you usually practice it? You haven't reached the stage where you can do whatever you want, if you If it is out of order, it will bury hidden dangers!"
Meng Qi knew that his family's Arhat boxing relied on the boxing manual and Zhenyong's occasional pointers, so there must be many problems, so he said sincerely: "The monk practiced according to the boxing manual, and I would like to ask my brother for advice."
"If you practice like this, it's better not to practice. It will take more effort to change it back." Zhenmiao frowned, looked sideways, "Zhende, come out and practice against him to let him know that it is irregular. What are the disadvantages of the moves." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com