Chapter one hundred and sixty-ninth palms Qiao Feng
Three days later, Qin Changfeng walked out of Shaolin in white clothes.
At this time, it was spring and the flowers were blooming. There was no one to see him off, except for a third-generation disciple who was carrying a bag on his back.
And this disciple's name is Xu Zhu.
After leaving Shaolin, Qin Changfeng immediately felt as if the sea was vast and he could leap like a fish. A group of uncles and uncles who were senior to him, plus the unfathomable sweeping monk, made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Relatively speaking, the Northern Song Dynasty was still a relatively wealthy dynasty. Although it was not good at fighting, the economy was still doing well. Isn't that what the history books say?
Theoretically, the living standards of the people in such a dynasty should be relatively good, but this is not the case. There are countless bandits and robbers along the way!
As long as they can survive, who is willing to go up the mountain and become a bandit?
If they really live and work in peace and contentment, why are the beggars so powerful?
So the rich are only the noble officials and the imperial court.
Of course, these things have nothing to do with Qin Changfeng in the first place, but from time to time the bandits who appear in the middle of the road and shout "I drove this road, planted this tree..." bother him.
Too much trouble.
There is no title mission now, and he has no interest in killing bandits.
According to the information obtained from the Beggar Clan disciples, Gang Leader Qiao is currently at the northwest border, leading the Beggar Clan disciples to help the border army resist the Xixia invasion.
Yes, the Beggar Gang has been secretly helping the Song Dynasty to resist foreign enemies and protect the country and the people, but in order not to attract the attention of the enemy, they have used all their strength to attack the Beggar Gang. Therefore, regardless of success or failure, all actions have been done and done.
The truth is that not many people outside the world know about it, and even within the Beggar Clan, they are strictly ordered to keep secrets.
Qin Changfeng was originally going to Xixia to find Li Qiushui, but now he was on his way.
It’s just that Shaoshi Mountain is located in Henan Prefecture on the Northwest Road of Jing in the Northern Song Dynasty. To go to the Xixia Kingdom, you must first go west to Shaanzhou, Jiezhou, and Hezhong Prefecture on the Yongxing Military Road, then turn northwest to Fangzhou, Yanzhou, Ganquan, and then to Yan’an Prefecture.
Only after passing through the Security Army can we reach Hongzhou in Xixia.
This is just the beginning of the Xixia territory. If you want to see the Xixia Princess who likes beautiful boys, you have to continue northwest, along the border fortress to Yanzhou, Xiping Prefecture, Xingzhou, Huaizhou, until you reach Xingqing where the Xixia Palace is located.
Mansion.
All in all, it's far.
And tired!
Entering the northwest boundary, the road gradually turns into mountains and grasslands. When the weather is dry, yellow sand blows on your face and the wind blows like a knife.
At this time, Qin Changfeng found a convoy from the escort agency and went with him along the way.
This escort agency is called Weiyuan Escort Agency. The chief escort Lin Bao is a lay disciple of Shaolin. Naturally, he wholeheartedly welcomes Qin Changfeng, a fellow second-generation Shaolin disciple, because the closer to the border, the greater the possibility of encountering danger.
The two Shaolin disciples are also two very good combatants.
"Uncle Junior, when can we see Gang Leader Qiao?" On a carriage dragging grain and grass, a tired Xu Zhu looked at Qin Changfeng, who was sitting cross-legged and carving wood, and asked with a troubled expression.
He was only seventeen or eighteen years old at this time, and he was really ugly, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, upturned nostrils, ears that stuck in the wind, and very thick lips.
With such an uncanny appearance, Qin Changfeng, who was already mentally prepared, had to lament that God had treated him so poorly when he saw him for the first time.
The reason why Qin Changfeng chose him among hundreds of third-generation disciples in Shaolin was naturally to complete the second main task. However, more than a month has proved that his plan has completely failed.
Because it is really an impossible task for this dull and upright little monk to be friends with his uncle.
This was the fifth time Qin Changfeng heard this question that day, and he immediately replied angrily: "No matter when he can see me, after all, traveling with me is not much better than picking manure and growing vegetables in the temple?
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"Disciple, that's not what I meant." Xu Zhu thought he was really angry and quickly stood up to accuse him: "Disciple, disciple..."
He was not good at diction, so he hesitated for a long time and couldn't explain why.
In fact, he has been wondering, there are so many disciples of the virtual generation in the temple, why did this young master choose him who has no talent?
Unexpectedly, for some unknown reason, a loud "bang" sound suddenly came from the front. The horse pulling the carriage was frightened, threw off its hooves and ran forward. The carriage behind it also jolted violently. Xu Zhu couldn't stand upright, "
He fell backwards with a sound. If he fell off the carriage and was stepped on by the horse behind him, he would be seriously injured even if he died.
At this moment, a big hand stretched out in front of him, and he grabbed it naturally, followed by a strong force that pulled him back to the carriage and stood still.
"Thank you, uncle, for the rescue!" Xu Zhu, who was in shock, saluted and thanked him immediately.
Qin Changfeng retracted his palm and hummed, but looked ahead.
Amidst the sounds of fighting, Lin Bao and his bodyguards were already fighting with the enemy, and the situation was very worrying.
Most of the opponents were wearing the iron armor of the Xixia Army, and each of them had extraordinary skills. They were obviously not an ordinary army. Although there were only about twenty people, they suppressed the escort masters. In just a moment, seven or eight of the escort officers died.
Blood flowed all over the floor.
Qin Changfeng flicked his finger, and a flying arrow shot out, piercing the eyebrows of a Xixia warrior a hundred meters away. The arrow continued to shine directly from the back of the man's head and hit another warrior's chest.
With a loud bang, it was blown to pieces on the spot until it was covered in blood and flesh, and it was considered dead when it lay on the ground lifeless.
"Monk Wu, who is a disciple of which sect? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Xixia Yipin Hall?"
"Yipintang?"
Qin Changfeng looked thoughtful and looked at the person who made the noise. He saw that this person was tall and had a big nose. He looked like he was the leader of these people.
Immediately his toes touched the grain and grass under his feet, he jumped out into the air and rushed towards the big man. No matter which Xixia warrior he met along the way, he would be killed on the spot with one palm strike.
It was not that no one in the Western Xia warriors fought back, but they could not get within two feet of each other. They watched helplessly as the monk hit him head-on, with no one able to stop him.
Within a hundred steps, he killed ten people in a row without any blood on his clothes, just like a killing god in white!
When the Dabi officer saw this, his eyes were horrified, and he screamed in his heart: If I had known that this monk was so powerful, why would I have provoked him! I can't escape now, so why not...
Bang!
This Yipintang master bent his knees, knelt down and shouted in unfamiliar Chinese: "Master, please spare my life, I surrender!"
"Um?"
Qin Changfeng thought he would risk his life like other Xixia warriors, but he didn't expect that he would be such a softie.
"Kill my compatriots and think that surrendering will save you from death? How can it be such a good thing!"
At this moment, a burst of footsteps came from the front, and at the same time someone shouted angrily, and then a group of beggars came quickly under the leadership of a big man.
"Chief Qiao?" Qin Changfeng took two steps forward and smiled.
The big man was tall and tall. He was about twenty-six or seventeen years old. He was wearing an old gray cloth robe that was slightly tattered. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth. He had a square-shaped face. Although he looked a little younger, his expression was quite weathered.
His look, when looking coldly, is extremely powerful.
Among the Beggar Clan, there is no other choice but Qiao Feng for someone of such age and dignity.
Just as Qin Changfeng was sizing him up, the big man who was most likely Qiao Feng walked up to him and suddenly his eyes narrowed. Then he raised his hand and slapped Huo Ran with his palm from a distance of nearly ten feet.
While the wind roared in the palm, I could vaguely hear the roar of a dragon, it was the Dragon Subduing Palm Technique!
As mentioned before, although these close combat palm techniques are exquisite, the power of the palm is extremely difficult to leave the body, and the power of the palm becomes weaker as the distance is greater. However, this palm is really powerful, and the wind of the palm blows like a knife, which is extremely fierce. It can be seen from this
At that time, Gang Leader Qiao was already very powerful.
Qin Changfeng stood still, holding his left hand together with five fingers, making it into an empty fist, and also slashed out with one palm.
"Bang!"
"when!"
Two strange sounds sounded almost at the same time, and dozens of people around looked at the white-robed monk. In addition to being surprised and suspicious, their eyes were full of admiration.
It turned out that not only was the palm in front of him blocked by him, but there was also a sneak attack from the Xixia people behind him, all of which were in vain!
The big man was knocked back two steps by Qin Changfeng's palm. He was slightly startled, and then he laughed and said: "What a profound palm power, what a vajra is indestructible. Unexpectedly, Shaolin's unique skills that have not been seen for a hundred years have reappeared in the world.
It is truly a blessing to be able to meet Qiao Feng today. I wonder which eminent Shaolin monk will meet him in person?"
"I don't dare to be an eminent monk. I am a poor monk, Shaolin Huiyu, and my mentor's name is Xuanku." Qin Changfeng smiled lightly, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pull the Xixia officer who was dumbfounded from behind, holding him by the neck like a chicken.
Just now, Gang Leader Qiao suddenly took action when he saw him secretly pulling out a dagger and trying to attack Qin Changfeng.
It was just that Qin Changfeng deliberately blocked him. He had already taken the Holy Spirit Pill on the way, which raised his true cultivation level of the Vajra Indestructible Magic to the late fifth level. How could he be afraid when his cultivation level in this world has reached the late eighth level?
A sneak attack by an ordinary samurai?
Besides, he still had great use in keeping this man, so he didn't let Qiao Feng beat him to death.
At the same time, Qiao Feng was surprised and happy after hearing Qin Changfeng's answer, and said: "It turns out that he is Master Xuanku's disciple. No wonder he has such strong skills. Shaolin's unique skills are well-deserved."
He has been taught by Xuan Ku for ten years and has a very deep affection. When he heard that Qin Changfeng was Xuan Ku's disciple, it was like meeting a brother. There was no reason to be unhappy, so there was no problem in saying compliments.
, anyway, you are just praising your own family, what’s the point of being embarrassed.
"Well, speaking of which, the poor monk should be called senior brother." Qin Changfeng quietly began to build relationships.
At this time, the disciples of the Beggar Clan, who had already eliminated the other warriors, came over. One of them, an old beggar with nine cloth bags on his body, smiled and said: "Gang leader, master, we can get the news and come here. The Xixia reinforcements may be here too."
We are on the road, so it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. It is not too late to rush back to the military camp and catch up on old times."
Qin Changfeng did his best, carrying the Yipintang officer who had been knocked unconscious by his palm, and walked side by side with Qiao Feng. His steps were like flying, and he was carrying a big man weighing one to two hundred kilograms, as if he was as light as nothing.
The disciples of the Beggar Clan all secretly marveled at this. Thinking that their sect leader had been knocked back two steps by this frighteningly young monk, Elder Song couldn't help but stepped forward and asked: "May I ask if the master's palm technique he used before was Shaolin?"
Which unique skill can compete with the gang leader's Dragon Subduing Palm Technique? It's really extraordinary."
Qin Changfeng knew that they were a little unconvinced, so he explained directly: "It is the Xumi Mountain Palm. Once this palm technique is practiced, it can be used far and near as desired, and the palm power will not be weakened by the distance. So just now it was actually a poor monk
It's a coincidence, if senior brother gets within three feet and then strikes, the result will be hard to predict."
