Chapter 168 - 92: Your Title!_3
Li Guanyi said, "Remembered."
The elder nodded, flicked his wrist, and closed the scroll, just as the candle was about to burn out. The old man smiled and said, "Then, come again tomorrow, and I will teach you the first variation."
"This Formation Map should be delivered by Guan Yi to the Vermilion Bird Gate of the Imperial Palace."
Li Guanyi’s eyes received the scroll.
"Yes."
Perhaps he could, get closer to the Qilin.
A monk had already breached the doorway. Li Guanyi stood up and in the instant the other party opened the door, he lifted his right foot and kicked straight into the chest, releasing all the pent-up frustration of staring at math problems for ten hours with exhilarating abandon.
Outside stood a monk as tall as nine feet, with a waist as wide as a water barrel, who was kicked three feet into the air by the young man and tumbled away in a cacophony of groans. Li Guanyi drew back his leg, exhaled deeply, folded the scroll, slung it behind his back, and the commotion outside commenced.
Looking out from the room, a bunch of large and fat monks were rushing forward within the Taoist temple. The Taoists were lean, not martial practitioners, no match for them—even the Pharmacists who made medicine for the common folk were toppled, the furnaces fell to the ground, and the scent of the herbs was thick in the air.
A monk shouted, "Another little Taoist!"
"Knock him down!"