"Mr. Xiao and Mr. Murong have been hiding in Shaolin for decades, and now they can appear at the same time. It's really not easy." Zhao Kai walked to the center of the square and said slowly, officially kicking off the day.
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As soon as Zhao Kai said these words, the Shaolin monks from Abbot Xuanci down were all very surprised. Everyone looked at each other and thought: "How come these two old monks have been in this temple for decades, but I don't know anything about it? Could it be that I don't know anything about it?"
Is such a thing really possible? And where did Mr. Zhao know about this matter?"
When Abbot Xuanci and others thought so, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo also had the same thought in their minds. They had been hiding in Shaolin for decades, and they had only seen each other three times. However, Zhao Kai was so young and wanted to enter Shaolin by himself.
At that time, the other party was not yet born, so how did he know his whereabouts? However, there were no words at the moment.
Zhao Kai continued: "Let me tell you about the identities of these two people. I think Abbot Xuanci could recognize this one by now. Yes, he is the previous owner of Yanziwu and Murong Fu's biological father.
, Murong Bo." As he spoke, Zhao Kai stretched out his hand and pointed at the gray-clothed monk standing next to Murong Fu.
Everyone was shocked when they suddenly heard Zhao Kai say the word "Murong Bo". Most of the heroes knew that Murong Fu's father's last name was "Bo". They heard that this man had passed away. Why did Zhao suddenly call out this name during a meeting?
Come?
At this time, Abbot Xuanci also clasped his hands and sighed: "Since my old friend has come to Shaolin, why not show his true face to others."
Everyone heard what Abbot Xuanci said and believed Zhao Kai's words. Everyone followed Xuanci's eyes and saw that his eyes were focused on the person beside Murong Fu.
Monk in gray.
The monk in gray gave a long laugh, stood up, and said: "Abbot Xuanci is a close friend of mine, so I am not surprised that he can recognize me, but Mr. Zhao is so young that he should definitely not recognize me."
." As he spoke, Murong Bo reached out and pulled off the curtain, revealing a face with clear eyes and long white eyebrows.
Zhao Kai smiled and said: "There is no airtight wall in this world, and there are no eternal secrets. It doesn't matter what the process is. Mr. Murong only needs to know the result."
After hearing Zhao Kai's words, Murong Bo's eyes lit up and he laughed and said: "Well said, success or failure depends only on the result. I don't care where you learned these secrets, in short, I admire you very much."
"Amitabha!" After seeing Murong Bo's true form, Xuanci recited the Buddha's name and said loudly, "Old donor Murong, many famous martial arts masters have died under their own unique skills in recent years. Seeing this...
People naturally doubt your son, the only descendant of the Murong family, because of his method of "replying the other person's way". Originally we thought so too, but now if the old man
If his prediction is correct, the death of these people should be the handiwork of the old benefactor. The reason why the old benefactor used the unique skill of "treating others in his own way and giving to others" to kill people everywhere was probably because he was worried that his young son would be unable to support Gusu.
Murong's family, so I used this method to establish his prestige. As for my junior brother Xuan Bei, I'm afraid he discovered something when he visited your village, and was silenced by the old benefactor, right?"
At this point, there is no point in arguing.
I saw Murong Bo grinning, turning his body slightly, and punched the big tree next to him. With two clicks, two thick branches on the tree fell down. What he hit was the trunk of the tree, which was about ten feet away from his fist.
Xu's two branches fell down, which was truly an extraordinary feat.
More than a dozen old monks in the Shaolin Temple shouted in unison: "Sweden Pestle!" Their voices were full of horror.
Xuanci nodded and said: "In the many years you have been in our temple, you have actually mastered one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, the Skanda Pestle. Junior Brother Xuanbei was killed by you on the way to Dali. I think so."
It was to instigate the relationship between Shaolin and Dali, but Ke Baisui of the Funiu sect was just an insignificant figure, but for some unknown reason he made old benefactor Murong kill him."
At this time, Zhao Kai must stand up and make Xuan Ci understand that he is the protagonist and it is wrong for you to steal the show.
Zhao Kai chuckled and said: "Ke Baisui is a big tycoon. His family is rich. He is not guilty of harboring a jade. The Murong family recruits soldiers, buys horses, and accumulates money and grain. Naturally, yellow and white things are indispensable. I think Mr. Murong has taken a fancy to this.
Ke Baisui wanted to use his family property for his own use, but Ke Baisui refused and maybe even wanted to report it to the government. That's when he suffered bad luck."
So many people in the martial arts world have died under Murong Bo over the years. The relatives and friends of the deceased all stared at Murong Bo with blazing eyes. Suddenly, the two of them roared in unison and rushed towards him. It was Jin Abacus Cui Baiquan and him.
The apprentice's nephew passed away
Yanzhi. They came to avenge Ke Baisui! But Murong Bo just flicked his sleeves, Cui Guo and Cui Guo fell several feet, lying on the ground unable to move. In this blink of an eye, they were separated by him.
The "sleeve middle finger" hit the acupuncture point.
Seeing this, Xiao Feng's eyes burned with anger. He couldn't hold it back any longer and shouted loudly: "You evil man, you must accept your fate!" He used both palms to use the "Exalted Dragon Has Regret" from the "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon".
The force of his palm surged like a tidal wave and struck Murong Bo like an overwhelming force.
Murong Bo clapped his hands to meet Xiao Feng, and exchanged a solid palm blow with Xiao Feng. Xiao Feng's powerful palm force was like a flash flood, which caused severe pain in his arm bones. He staggered back a few steps before stopping.
Xiao Feng struck with anger, how can you underestimate him!
Murong Bo laughed hoarsely and said: "It's a pity that except for Mr. Zhao, me, and this old friend, all the heroes in the audience are kept in the dark. King Xiao, such a hero, is as ignorant and ignorant of the world as these mediocre people.
It’s really ridiculous, ridiculous.”
Xiao Feng was furious and scolded: "Not only did you kill so many fellow martial artists, you also killed my adoptive parents and my mentor, Master Xuanbei. No matter how eloquent you are today, I will not let you go."
It’s yours.”
"Feng'er, you are wrong." The old monk in black standing next to Xiao Feng said. Then he pulled off the cloak that covered his face, and saw that his appearance was very similar to Qiao Feng, but he was just aging.
There are so many people that anyone can guess the relationship between the two at a glance.
Xiao Feng was startled when he saw Xiao Yuanshan's appearance, and then walked quickly to him and said in a trembling voice: "You... you are my father..."
Xiao Yuanshan laughed heartily and said: "Good boy, good boy, I am your father. We have the same body shape and appearance as father and son. No need to remember, everyone knows that I am your father." He stretched out his hand and pulled it apart.
A tattooed wolf head was exposed on the front of his chest. He lifted Xiao Feng up with his left hand.
Xiao Feng pulled open his clothes, revealing the green wolf head with teeth exposed on his chest. The two of them were walking side by side, and suddenly they looked up to the sky and roared at the same time. The sound was like a howling wind, which spread far away and made the valley roar.
Thousands of heroes heard the sound and shuddered. The "Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun" pulled out their swords and shouted in harmony. Although there were only twenty people in total, the momentum was as great as a thousand troops and horses.
Xiao Feng took out an oilcloth bag from his arms and opened it. He took out a large piece of sewn white cloth and unfolded it. It was a rubbing of the inscriptions on the stone wall given to him by Monk Zhiguang. Each one was filled with hollow Khitan characters.
Xiao Yuanshan pointed to the last few words and laughed: "'Xiao Yuanshan's last work, Xiao Yuanshan's last work!' Haha, kid, that day I was so sad that I jumped off a cliff and committed suicide. Who knew that my life should not be cut off, and I fell into a big tree at the bottom of the valley?
branches
Above, he was able to survive. Now that his father's will to die was gone, he began to think of revenge. That day outside Yanmen Pass, the heroes of the Central Plains killed your mother who did not know martial arts without asking the reason. My child, you
Tell me whether this revenge should be avenged!"
Xiao Feng said: "My parents' hatred is irreconcilable, so how can we not avenge it?"
Xiao Yuanshan said: "Most of the people who harmed your mother that day were killed by me. The former leader of the Beggar Clan, Wang Jiantong, fell ill and died, so I finally gave him an advantage. After that, I took action to kill Zhao Qiansun, Tan Gong, Tan Po and others.
They were all killed. Only the leading 'big evil guy' is still alive. My child, what do you think we should do with him?"
Xiao Feng turned around and looked at Murong Bo and said: "My parents' hatred is irreconcilable. I want to kill this old thief Murong. But just now, Dad, why did you say I was wrong?"
Zhao Kai said: "Brother Xiao, you are wrong in two ways. First, the eldest brother your father mentioned was not Murong Bo, and second, the evil man you mentioned who killed your adopted father and mother and Master Xuanbei was not either.
Murong Bo."
Xiao Feng was about to retort, but he saw Xiao Yuanshan nodded and said: "Yes, I killed the Qiao family!"
Xiao Feng was shocked and said in a trembling voice: "Dad killed him? Then...then why?"
Xiao Yuanshan said: "You are my biological child. How happy would it be for my father and son to be reunited as a family? But these warriors from the Southern Dynasties regarded me, the Khitan people, as worse than pigs and dogs, and they killed me at every turn. They robbed my child and gave it to him.
Others treat him as his child. Those Qiaos and his wife pretended to be your parents, and not only took away my family happiness, but also refused to tell you the truth, they should die."
Xiao Feng said in a trembling voice: "Master Xuan Ku of the Shaolin Temple personally taught the child martial arts. During the ten years of cold and summer, the child is here today because of the cultivation of his teacher..." After saying this, he lowered his head with tears in his eyes.
Xiao Yuanshan said: "These Southern Dynasty warriors are insidious and deceitful. What good things do they have? This Xuan Ku was killed by my palm."
In the end, the villain he was pursuing so hard turned out to be his own father, and no one would be happy about it.
However, Xiao Feng was Xiao Feng after all. He knew that there were more important things waiting for him to do at this time, so he said in a deep voice: "Dad, Brother Zhao said that the big brother who takes the lead is someone else, is it true?"
Xiao Yuanshan glanced at Zhao Kai meaningfully and said solemnly: "Since little brother Zhao knows, it's up to you to tell him."
Zhao Kai sighed and was about to talk about this past incident.
Abbot Xuanci had already said loudly: "Old benefactor Xiao, in the battle outside Yanmen Pass, I made a big mistake. All the brothers in the family sacrificed their lives one by one to forgive me. If I die today, it will be already night." Suddenly, it is already evening.
raise voice
, looked at Murong Bo and said: "Old benefactor Murong, you falsely conveyed news that day, saying that Khitan warriors were coming to Shaolin Temple in large numbers to seize martial arts books, which led to all kinds of big mistakes. Did you ever feel guilty at all?"
