In fact, this letter has basically restored all the truth.
Qiao Feng finished reading with a trembling tone of grief and anger, then staggered back a step.
Despite his advanced martial arts skills, his legs became weak and he almost lost his balance. This shows how deeply this incident affected his heart.
"I'm a Khitan?" Qiao Feng said blankly, but then shook his head, "This is not true!"
He looked at Master Zhiguang: "Qiao Sanhuai is my biological father, and I am a Han Chinese! The Khitans are cruel and vicious, how can I be a Khitan? This is absolutely impossible!"
At the end of the sentence, Qiao Feng was so excited that he couldn't control himself. He stepped forward with red eyes, glared at Chen Guyan and shouted angrily: "Tell me! Where did you fabricate such a lie to frame me? If you want to remove me as the leader of the gang, then
That’s all, I give it up. Why are you so vicious and using such despicable means to slander me? What bad things have I, Qiao Feng, done that you are forcing me to do so hard? Tell me!”
His words were so hoarse at the end that his voice became hoarse. It was obvious that he was extremely sad and angry. Wang Yuyan and the other three women present could only hear his eyes turn red.
Chen Guyan had never seen such a crazy Qiao Feng. His heart was beating fast and he was secretly on guard, but he loudly said: "Qiao Feng! Before this, our four elders have never seen these two letters. How can we frame a person?"
Say? If you want to kill people and silence them, just come, Chen is not afraid of you!"
Qiao Feng's whole body was full of vitality, like a tiger gathering momentum, as if he was about to take action at the next moment.
At this moment, He Xie shouted softly: "Second brother!"
Qiao Feng suddenly turned around and saw He Xie. His eyes suddenly lit up and he hurriedly moved forward to congratulate He Xie. He grabbed both of He Xie's arms and said eagerly: "Brother, your eyes can penetrate people's hearts."
, tell me, are they harming me? Are they?"
Qiao Feng's tone almost contained pleading.
He Xie sighed and said: "Is it really that important whether you are a Khitan or a Han?"
"Brother, I have sacrificed so much in my life for the Beggar Clan and the Song Dynasty! I have stained my hands with so much Khitan blood!" Qiao Feng cried out sadly, "I have killed so many Khitan heroes.
, but now they say I am a Khitan! I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it!”
He Xie looked into his eyes and said slowly: "Wang Jiantong's handwriting is absolutely true. Master Zhiguang is highly virtuous and has no grudges against you. The iron-faced judge, Senior Shan, Mr. Tan, Po Tan, etc. are all great figures in the martial arts."
The famous senior, although this senior Zhao behaves strangely, he has never met you before. It doesn't matter if you don't believe in the Beggar Clan, but these five seniors came in person, and there are two letters as evidence, and everyone said so.
Say, you have also been a gang leader, do you think they are joking with you?"
Qiao Feng looked at He Xie blankly, then took two steps back.
Of course he knew this, but he still refused to believe it.
Everything he had fought for in the first half of his life suddenly collapsed, everything was overturned and denied.
Even though he is Qiao Feng, he still has blood, flesh, and emotions. How can he accept such a heavy blow calmly?
"Second brother, the Han people are not necessarily superior, and the Khitan people are not necessarily inferior to pigs and dogs!" He Xie said slowly, "If you really want to talk about it, since the five years of chaos in China and the southward migration, the Han people in the Central Plains have ten houses and nine empty houses. Now they are born in
Among those who grew up here, how many of them don’t have Hu blood?”
He pointed at Duan Yu: "The third brother is from Dali and also has the blood of the Hu people."
He pointed to himself again: "Look at my eldest brother's deep-set eye sockets and high nose. He is obviously not of pure Han blood. Is it because we are all barbarians that you think we are inferior to animals?"
"It's different, it's different!" Qiao Feng said painfully, "If I am a true Khitan, then I, Qiao Feng, will be the mortal enemy of the Song Dynasty. I am afraid that everyone in the world will want to kill me and then be quick!"
"Hahaha..." He Xie laughed suddenly, "Qiao Feng, you are also a tall and dignified man. Are you born to only kill people and not use your brain?"
His face suddenly turned serious and he cursed: "You Qiao Feng have dominated the world for more than 20 years, and it has never been because of your status as a Song Dynasty person, but because of your courage, your wisdom, and your martial arts! Even if it's not
People of the Song Dynasty, can't you continue to be chivalrous and righteous? Are you really worse than a pig or a dog from now on, killing people, setting fires, and doing all kinds of evil?"
"I..." Qiao Feng was stunned.
He Xie snorted coldly and continued: "Even if the Khitan people are really all beasts, then you, Qiao Feng, can show the world that the Khitan people also have heroes, and the Khitan people can also be righteous people.
, can also be admired by others, does it mean that you, Qiao Feng, know that you are a Khitan, and you don’t even have the courage to act chivalrously?"
"But I am a Khitan after all!" Qiao Feng hissed sadly, "Brother, the people of Song Dynasty hate the Khitan people to the core, how can anyone trust a Khitan Huru?"
"Why do the Song people hate the Liao people so much?" He Xie said, "Because the Liao Dynasty was strong and the Song Dynasty was weak, the Liao Kingdom coveted the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains of the Song Dynasty. They repeatedly invaded the borders, killed my people, and took away my territory. This was a national hatred, and
It’s not a feud between one person and one family!”
"But there is no eternal hatred between the two countries, only eternal interests! If you are really from the Liao Dynasty and have the Song Dynasty in your heart, why not devote your life to resolving the national hatred so that the Song and Liao tribes will never have disputes and live in peace from now on
Coexist?”
As soon as these words came out, Master Zhiguang's eyes suddenly lit up, he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, it's so good, so good! What the donor said is truly great compassion and great wisdom. If the donor Qiao is really like this, it's really a great kindness."
Qiao Feng was also stunned and his mood eased.
He Xie looked at Qiao Feng and said slowly: "Second brother, I know you just can't accept it for a moment, that's why you are so excited. You are enthusiastic and heroic, which is a good thing and a bad thing. If you can't calm down and control your anger when things happen in the future, sooner or later you will
Pay the price!"
Qiao Feng was shocked all over.
He stood there for a long time, then he clasped his fists hard and bowed deeply to He Xie.
He didn't say anything.
He Xie nodded and turned back to Master Zhiguang: "Master, the person who wrote the letter to Gang Leader Wang mentioned the bloody battle at Yanmen Pass. Does Master know about this past event?"
Master Zhiguang's face slowly became serious, and he said: "I and this donor Zhao were the witnesses of that tragic incident thirty years ago. We did something wrong back then, so of course we don't have to hide it. Alas, it was such an injustice.
…”
He shook his head and began to tell: "Thirty years ago, heroes from the Central Plains received a message saying that a large number of warriors from the Khitan Kingdom were coming to attack the Shaolin Temple, hoping to seize the martial arts maps that had been hidden in the temple for hundreds of years..."
Then, as Master Zhiguang narrated, a shocking bloody battle thirty years ago gradually unfolded before everyone's eyes.
During this period, Qiao Feng listened very carefully. Occasionally, his chest would rise and fall violently, his fists would be clenched, and his expression would be ferocious. But whenever he felt unbearable, he would look at He Xie and finally endure it.
Until Master Zhiguang finished speaking, he and the leader brother carried the Khitan child to a farmer's house at the foot of the Shaolin Temple, ending the story. Everyone was still speechless for a long time.
