Although Yang Gui did not appear as "Liu Neng" today, his appearance could be disguised, but his martial arts skills could not deceive others. He could not think of another person who could completely dissolve the power of his palm as soon as he stretched out his hand.
Xiao Feng, who has fully accepted his identity as a Khitan and changed back to his real name, was full of enthusiasm and looked like a crazy tiger, "Why? This leading brother is so prestigious? Mr. Tan and Po Tan defend him, Zhao Qiansun defends him and Shan Zheng defends him.
Zhiguang defends him, and you also want to defend him?"
"I refuse to accept it! He killed his parents, shouldn't he die? I will kill this person today. It will be useless for anyone to come. I, Xiao Feng, said so!"
Xiao Feng roared angrily, and poured out the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms without any reservation, each move had the power to crack mountains and crack rocks.
Yang Gui ignored him and just practiced Tai Chi quietly, but it was like a towering mountain. No matter how fierce Xiao Feng's palm power was, it would be impossible to cross the barrier.
"ah!"
Xiao Feng shouted loudly and tried to bypass Yang Gui from the side to kill the "big brother" in front of him. However, the airflow around Yang Gui also began to rotate, making him feel as if he was being sucked into a vortex, and he had to fight back to Yang Gui.
On the body.
Xiao Feng is an unparalleled martial arts prodigy. Any martial arts in his hands can be mastered immediately and mastered in a short time. He usually only uses some straightforward and bold martial arts, which is purely due to his temperament, but he is not incapable of using them.
But at the real desperate moment, Xiao Feng allowed Murong Fu to see what the true kaleidoscope of martial arts is.
In a short period of time, Xiao Feng was able to perform hundreds of sets of martial arts, and every move and style was extremely wonderful and the essence was brought out.
These martial arts contained seventeen or eight different styles, fierce, feminine, vicious, swift, strange, and so on. Murong Fu was dazzled by the sight of them.
He recalled the various martial arts he had used in Shui Pavilion and the effects he had used, and he couldn't help but blush. It was a joke to Xiao Feng that the Murong family had mastered hundreds of martial arts.
No matter how Xiao Feng changed, he was like a monkey in the hands of Tathagata Buddha, unable to get out of his grasp.
After the fight, Yang Gui let out a clear roar, stood up from the ground, and fought with his hands left and right. While using the Guixianryu Enlightenment Technique to break the interception of Xiao Feng's palm force, Yang Gui sent out waves wildly, using a prince's fighting technique.
The roaring Xiao Feng tried his best to block the attack, and the strength of his hands was so strong that it was like building a wall of air in front of him.
"Turtle Blaster!"
Yang Gui closed his hands, and the huge ball of light falling from the sky made Xiao Feng tremble all over.
Under the threat of life and death, he finally regained his consciousness, tried desperately to use his palms to divert Yang Gui's shock wave away, and at the same time jumped to the side.
"boom!"
The shock wave hit Xiao Feng's palm and was deflected a lot. It hit the ground and exploded into a huge crater. Xiao Feng only suffered a little aftermath and was thrown away, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air.
.
"Brother Xiao!"
The middle-aged man suddenly let out a tactful exclamation like an oriole, rushed forward quickly, picked up Xiao Feng who had fallen to the ground, and held him in his arms.
"Brother Xiao, are you okay?"
"Ahem..."
Xiao Feng felt that everything inside him was burning, and his meridians seemed to be turned into a messy ball of wool. He knew in his heart that even if it was the aftermath, if it weren't for the "Nine Yang Manual" and "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu" a few months ago,
》Let yourself improve a lot again. I am afraid that I will be at least a cripple after this blow.
Yang Gui fell next to him, "How are you? Are you awake?"
Xiao Feng nodded with difficulty, then turned to look at the middle-aged man next to him, "You... you are... you are not Duan Zhengchun!"
"Nonsense, of course he is not Duan Zhengchun."
Yang Gui angrily tore off the disguise on A'Zhu's face, "Think about the consequences if she gets slapped by you?"
"You...A'Zhu...you..."
Xiao Feng's heart was filled with great fear.
He even felt that this fear surpassed all his previous fears. When he was a child, he went down the mountain for the first time, killed someone for the first time, faced a desperate situation for the first time, and knew the cause of his parents' death for the first time. Even if his great revenge could never be avenged,
There is no more fear than this moment.
Cold sweat wet his whole body.
He struggled to hold A'Zhu in his arms and hugged her tightly, even suffocating A'Zhu.
"A'Zhu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, how did you...how did I..."
"Idiot, sister A'Zhu will die again if you push harder." Yang Gui patted Xiao Feng's arm. He felt that the power in his arm was draining out like a floodgate. Then he let go of his embrace and saw his face turned pale.
White Arjuna.
"I, I, I..."
Xiao Feng was nervous and incoherent.
A'Zhu smiled very sweetly. She took the initiative to lean her head on Xiao Feng's chest, closed her eyes, and smiled at the corners of her eyes: "Brother Xiao, you are finally willing to take the initiative to hug me. From now on, the two of us will never be together again."
We won’t be separated anymore.”
Xiao Feng was a sincere gentleman, and he always treated Ah Zhu with courtesy and did not dare to do anything beyond it. But at this moment, he hesitated for a moment, and then he hugged Ah Zhu gently, "Well, we will never separate again, and nothing can be done.
Let us separate. Let us leave now to herd sheep beyond the Great Wall."
Yang Gui smiled like an aunt.
Okay, one of the most regrettable scenes in Jin Yong's universe, let him stop it. Stuffing cattle and sheep and making an empty promise? Bullshit, Jin Yong is a book writer, what does he know? If I say it can be empty, then absolutely
It won't be empty.
"Master Liu..." Xiao Feng and A'Zhu hugged each other for a long time, and then they realized that there was someone else next to them. Xiao Feng looked up and saw that Yang Gui and Murong Fu both had aunty smiles on their faces, and couldn't help but blush.
"Brother Xiao, please forgive me. In order to deceive others, Juxian Village changed its appearance before, please forgive me. I am Gusu Murongfu." Murongfu clasped his fists and cupped his hands, bowed solemnly, stretched his hand to the side and said, "This senior Yang Guiyang,
I can be regarded as my teacher. He has amazing skills. He looks young, but he is actually over a hundred years old."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Only then did A'Zhu find Murong Fu and exclaimed as he stood up, "Ah, Master!"
Xiao Feng also stood up and saluted, "It turns out to be Young Master Murong, Senior Yang. Thanks to the help of these two, Xiao Feng was able to escape. This North Qiao Feng is not as good as South Murong!"
"Hey, what are you talking about?" Murong Fu saw Yang Gui's fierce gaze and swallowed back the words "Murong is the only one in this world", "They are all brothers, they are all brothers."
"A'Zhu, why are you dressing up like this?" Murong Fu glanced at A'Zhu and asked.
"That's right!" Xiao Feng finally recovered from the fear of almost losing A'Zhu and being beaten to death by his own hands. Thinking of this incident, "Why are you pretending to be Duan Zhengchun?"
"Brother Xiao, take off my clothes." A'Zhu said shyly.
"Alas……"
Murong Fu was a gentleman and quickly turned his head.
Yang Gui also covered his eyes, but the gaps between his fingers were bigger than the Great Rift Valley in East Africa.
"I'm over a hundred years old, why do I look at this little girl? I do it mainly for fun, yes, mainly for fun."
Yang Gui kept brainwashing himself in his heart.
Xiao Feng was also stunned by this sudden impact, "This... this is not good..."
A'Zhu's voice was as soft as a mosquito's chirping: "I have been yours for a long time. I...I...all my body belongs to you. Take a look...look at my left shoulder and you will understand."
Xiao Feng spent a long time mentally building up, then gently pulled away the clothes on her shoulders with trembling hands.
Yang Gui could swear that this was definitely the gentlest thing Xiao Feng had ever done in his life. He couldn't have been gentler than this when he was kicking his legs and turning over as a baby.
Xiao Feng saw the word "Duan" on A'Zhu's shoulder, and A'Zhu took out the golden lock and explained to him that he heard the conversation between Duan Zhengchun and Ruan Xingzhu during the day and knew that he was also their child. Therefore, he wanted to take the place of his father.
Come and die.
"You...you silly girl, I, Xiao Feng, am a reckless man, how can I be so virtuous..."
Xiao Feng was so moved that he murmured: "You can ask your father to run away and not come to this date! Or if your father is a hero and refuses to break the appointment, then you can pretend to be me and make another date with your father.
We will meet again in a distant place, on a distant day. Why do you need to suffer like this?"
As he was talking, he suddenly woke up, "No, this is absolutely wrong. You are not doing it for your father, you are doing it for me. A'Zhu, you are doing it for me, right?"
Although A'Zhu was not injured, a slap from Xiao Feng was definitely not something she, a little girl who knew little about martial arts, could withstand.
She lay tiredly in Xiao Feng's arms and said: "Yes, the Duan family of Dali has the Six Meridians Divine Sword, we can't resist it. If you kill their Zhennan King, how can they be willing to stop? Even though you have acquired two magical skills,
But Dali is a country, how can you defeat it alone?"
Xiao Feng suddenly realized and said: "You used your own life to resolve this grudge in order to save my life! A'Zhu, if you are dead, what will I do if I am alive..."
Yang Gui whispered from the side: "Why are you still standing there, kiss her!"
"Ah?" Xiao Feng raised his head in confusion.
"Look what I do! Quick! Kiss her! Kiss her now!" Yang Gui was even more anxious than Xiao Feng himself.
"Oh!" Xiao Feng agreed casually and lowered his head to kiss A'Zhu's lips.
"Kiss me! Kiss me. Look, look!"
Yang Gui shook Murong Fu excitedly, almost shaking Huang away from him.
"Mr. Yang, I'm just a few feet away from them. I'm not blind yet." Murong Fu said helplessly with a look of despair on his face.
After a long time, Xiao Feng parted his lips, looked at A'Zhu affectionately, and said: "I won't take revenge for this. Let's go beyond the Great Wall and pretend that Xiao Feng never existed in the world."
"Brother..." A'Zhu's eyes melted when he looked at Xiao Feng.
"Wait a minute." Yang Gui stretched out his hand to interrupt the discussion between the two of them. "You said you won't take revenge if you don't want to take revenge. Just like you spared Duan Zhengchun's life, I ask you, why did you kill Duan?"
Zhengchun?"
Xiao Feng was startled, "This, this is naturally because Mrs. Ma said, said..."
"Ah, he said that Duan Zhengchun is the big brother who takes the lead, right?" Yang Gui sneered: "You are such a great hero, but your ability to deal with conspiracies is less than that of a shrew. Xiao Xiao, it's not Uncle Yang who said that about you.
It’s too easy to fool you.”
"This...how is this a lie, Mrs. Ma? Mrs. Ma personally told me at the time..." Xiao Feng was a little at a loss.
"Let me ask you, is it true that one half of your brain is filled with water and the other half is filled with flour, and when you use your brain, it turns into a mess?" Yang Gui's mouth sprayed venom like a high-pressure water gun: "How old are you, and how old is Duan Zhengchun?
How old was he thirty years ago? Can he lead people to snipe your father outside Yanmen Pass? "
"Mrs. Ma said that Duan Zhengchun just takes good care of himself, but he is actually over fifty years old. Senior, don't you also have a face in your twenties..." Xiao Feng still wanted to quibble.
"Then you believe it? Why don't you find someone to find out how old Duan Zhengchun is? Your sworn brother Duan Yu is Duan Zhengchun's biological son. Why don't you ask him to find out?"
The look Yang Gui looked at Xiao Feng felt very familiar to Murong Fu. Isn't this the same look Yang Gui looked at me every time in class? In an instant, Murong Fu felt sympathy for Xiao Feng and cast a look of pity on him. Brother, I
got you!
However, Xiao Feng had no time to pay attention to Murong Fu, and just listened to Yang Gui continue: "Don't talk about him thirty years ago, even now, let alone a prince of Dali, even if he is the emperor of Dali, how can he lead the Song Dynasty?
The heroes of the Central Plains went to Yanmen Pass to help the Song Dynasty resist the Khitans who came to steal secret books?"
"Is your brain a bowl of stew? It's filled with intestines, right?"
Xiao Feng felt like he was struck by lightning, and then he woke up and murmured: "Yes, yes, he is the prince of Dali, how can he command the people of the Song Dynasty? But, they clearly said that many years ago, they did something interesting
It’s a big mistake that I’m ashamed of…”
"The Riddler, get out of Gotham! Is there something that we can't talk about openly? If you have to answer this clever riddle, you are really a monk since you were born in Shaolin Temple?"
Yang Gui slapped Xiao Feng on the head and shouted at the nearby Qingshi Bridge: "Duan Zhengchun, get out of here, listen to your horse and eavesdrop, and quickly explain to your son-in-law what wrong thing you did!
"
Xiao Feng stared dumbfounded as a family of three walked out of the bridge. The middle-aged man in the head was dressed exactly like the person he was holding in his arms.
Ten thousand words are here! Don’t worry, gentlemen, I will make up for what I missed in the past two days little by little.