Arriving at the Zen room, He Xie heard the movement in the first room and immediately pushed the door open and entered.
Qiao Feng, who was following behind, hesitated slightly and immediately came forward. When he reached the door, he heard He Xie inside lower his voice: "Where is it? Tell me and I will spare your life!"
What is where?
Qiao Feng was confused.
Then I heard another voice saying in horror: "Here, in the Zhengdao Academy..."
Immediately, a "pop" sound was heard.
Qiao Feng was shocked. Before he could react, He Xie had already walked out of the door and closed the door smoothly.
"Did you kill him?" Qiao Feng asked in shock and anger.
"Of course not!" He Xie replied, then kicked his foot and flew away into the distance.
Qiao Feng looked slightly hesitant, but gritted his teeth and quickly entered the Zen room. He saw a young monk lying on the bed, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
He quickly stepped forward and checked the young monk's breathing.
Not dead! He was slightly relieved.
Without hesitation, he hurried out of the door and chased in the direction He Xie had just left.
He was originally worried that he would lose someone after being delayed for such a long time, but as soon as he passed through a tower forest, he saw He Xie's figure not far away, and he felt relieved.
The two of them walked in tandem, turning left and right, and soon they arrived in front of a courtyard. On the plaque on the gate of the courtyard were engraved three large characters "Zhengdao Yuan".
Just as He Xie was about to go in, his expression suddenly changed and he ducked and hid behind a tree.
Qiao Feng was puzzled and hurriedly took the opportunity to approach He Xie. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the tree, he heard the sound of the door bolt ringing. He was startled, and then he understood why He Xie wanted to hide. He hurriedly speeded up and was almost at the courtyard gate.
The moment it was opened, it flew behind He Xie.
It is taboo for martial arts people to approach people from behind, because others will think it is a sneak attack. Qiao Feng was about to explain that he had no ill intentions, but he did not expect that the masked man in front of him was almost indifferent to his approach and let him fall behind.
Behind him, he didn't even look back.
Qiao Feng was a little surprised. He was now very close to this person. If he had any evil intentions just now, he would be afraid that this person would be under his control. Wouldn't this person be afraid of his sneak attack?
But when the courtyard door opened, a young monk ran out crying and hurried away.
"Aren't you afraid that I have evil intentions?" Qiao Feng couldn't help but ask after the young monk walked away.
He Xie didn't even look back, with a slight smile in his eyes: "You are not a bad person at all."
After saying that, he immediately swept his figure and hurried out of the courtyard door.
Qiao Feng hurriedly followed.
The two of them almost walked into the courtyard. He Xie went straight to the only house in the east of the courtyard and leaned against the wall to listen.
Qiao Feng followed He Xie's example, but he only heard a weak cough coming from inside. It sounded like the person inside had been seriously injured.
He was confused when he heard He Xie sigh and murmur: "It's still too late."
He said this in a loud voice, and the people inside immediately noticed it and said, "A good guest comes from afar, why do you linger around?"
Qiao Feng's heart suddenly shook. How could he not hear that this was the voice of his mentor Xuan Ku!
He Xie looked back at Qiao Feng, pointed to the roof and said, "Go up and listen."
"What exactly are you going to do?" Qiao Feng said solemnly.
He Xie smiled: "I came to save him originally, but I didn't expect to be late. If you want to know who attacked him, you'd better listen to me."
Qiao Feng was full of doubts and was about to continue asking questions, but He Xie took two steps forward, opened the door and walked in directly.
He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and was about to follow. His mentor sounded like he was seriously injured, and this man was acting suspiciously and his purpose was unclear. As a disciple, how could he just sit back and watch?
But at this moment, he heard rapid footsteps approaching from outside the courtyard. He heard the sound of at least ten people.
He was suddenly startled, hesitated slightly, then sighed in his heart, jumped up and went up to the roof.
He lay on the roof and looked into the distance, and suddenly felt lucky!
I saw at least seventeen or eight people rushing toward us from a distance. Judging from their body movements, they all had good martial arts skills. They must be eminent Shaolin monks.
Qiao Feng's mind was racing when he suddenly heard voices coming from the room below him. He hurriedly bent down, quietly opened a tile, and listened carefully.
As soon as He Xie entered the room, he saw an old monk with a withered face sitting on the Zen bed. The room was very simple, the only table had been damaged, and the tea sets were scattered on the floor. It was obvious that there had been a fight not long ago.
The old monk looked at He Xie who walked in, and said calmly: "Shaolin Temple is a pure place. I don't want to have uninvited guests coming and going today, and it will be so busy."
Appreciation flashed across He Xie's eyes, and he felt ashamed of himself for facing life and death with such indifference.
He put his hands together as a salute, bowed slightly and said, "I have met Master Xuanku."
At this time, both people in the room heard the sound of more than ten footsteps entering the courtyard. However, what surprised Xuan Ku was that the man in front of him showed no signs of panic or any intention of escaping. Instead, he looked up and down slowly.
After a while of mystical suffering, he walked towards the wall, shook his head and sighed: "My heart is broken and all my internal organs are destroyed. If you hadn't been hanging on with your true energy, I'm afraid you wouldn't have had the chance to talk to me. The person who hurt you is really bad."
Deadly hand."
There was a sound on the roof. It was obvious that He Xie's words made Qiao Feng confused.
Xuan Ku glanced at the roof, smiled and said to He Xie: "Thank you donor for caring about me, I'm just a stinky skin bag, there's no harm in letting go."
As soon as he finished speaking, more than ten figures flashed in from the door, and in the blink of an eye they filled the entire room, blocking He Xie and Xuan Ku.
These people were all old monks wearing cassocks. They were obviously very senior in the Shaolin Temple. At this moment, they were all looking at He Xie warily, including He Xie's old acquaintance Master Xuanbei.
The reason why these old monks did not take action immediately was because each of them had good martial arts skills and heard the conversation between the two before they came in.
Otherwise, why would you cover your face and appear in a place where you shouldn't be? How can you be good?
An old monk with a majestic face and a majestic face bowed slowly and asked in a deep voice: "Old monk Xuanci, I am the abbot of Shaolin Temple. Who do you think you are? Why did you break into my Shaolin Temple?"
He Xie said slowly: "I came to find an enemy, but it's a pity that I came a step too late."
Xuanci's eyes flashed, and the other monks were also shocked and confused.
"Enemies?" Xuanci stared into He Xie's eyes, "Is your enemy the monk from Shaolin Temple?"
He Xie smiled faintly, but did not answer. Instead, he looked at Xuanku behind him and asked: "Master Xuanku, who was the person who hurt you?"
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on Xuan Ku. Obviously, this was the answer they wanted to know.
Xuan Ku smiled slightly: "Could it be that the enemy mentioned by the donor is Shang Lao Na?"