"Whether Qiao Feng is the murderer or not, you Shaolin Temple has no proof, how can you make a conclusion based on one word?" He Xie walked slowly, stared at Xuan Ji and said coldly, "He will definitely get to the bottom of this matter! If in the end,
It is proven that Shaolin Temple lied and deliberately slandered my sworn brother. Shaolin Temple must not only give an explanation to our brothers, but also give an explanation to the heroes who died in vain today!"
Xuanji stared at He Xie with eyes that were like spitting fire. If eyes could kill, He Xie would have died eight hundred times at this moment.
He Xie stopped paying attention to him, turned around, faced the heroes, and said: "Today, hundreds of you are besieging my sworn brother Qiao Feng. If you count, He will have to answer for it!"
"Hmph, even if Qiao Feng is not the murderer, he is still a Khitan bastard, and everyone will kill him if he finds it!" A man stepped forward and shouted angrily at He Xie.
He Xie looked at him coldly and recognized this person as the one who said before, "Who knows if He is a Khitan?"
He said calmly: "You insulted my brother. Either you die or I die today, so take action."
The man's expression changed, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He looked left and right, but wherever he looked, everyone avoided him.
He was even more panicked, but he still said with a stern face: "Whose surname is it? Did I say it wrong? Do you dare to say that Qiao Feng is not a Khitan?"
He Xie smiled coldly: "My second brother is indeed a Khitan, but so what?"
This man shouted: "The Khitan people are cruel by nature. We, the Song bastards, and the Khitan bastards are at odds with each other!"
He Xie looked up to the sky and laughed: "We are not together? There are countless Han people in the sixteen states of Yanyun who are ruled by the Khitans. If the Khitans think the same way as you, wouldn't they all deserve to die?"
"How can this be the same?" The man hesitated and argued forcefully.
"Of course it's different!" He Xie said coldly, "If you were just deceived and mistakenly thought that my second brother was a murderer, I could allow you to live today. But you want to humiliate and kill Qiao Feng just because of his life experience
,How can He spare you?"
He looked around and said loudly: "My second brother grew up in the Song Dynasty. He has made many contributions to the Song Dynasty in his life. But just because he has Khitan blood, some people forget what he has done for the Song Dynasty.
Everything, shouting and killing him, slandering him in every possible way, ask yourselves, what is wrong with him? Can he decide his own life experience? "
"The Khitan people have not driven out all the Han people in the Liao Kingdom, but some people can't tolerate a person who has contributed to the Song Dynasty. In terms of ungratefulness and despicableness, these people are better than the brutal Liao people who everyone says
How many?"
When He Xie said this, he did not include everyone, but said "some people".
Immediately, some of the people who had shouted at Qiao Feng before began to take the initiative to distance themselves from him.
Some said: "He Daxia is right. If Qiao Feng was not a murderer, he would not die."
Others said: "Even the Khitans don't kill the Song people on sight. How can we Song people be inferior to the Khitans?"
For a time, there was a lot of discussion among the heroes, but there were still quite a few people who were silent and just looked at Qiao Feng bitterly. After all, a lot of people had died in the battle just now.
He Xie looked at the man whose face had turned extremely pale, and said calmly: "Let's take action, one of us is bound to die here today!"
"He, please don't push me too hard!" the man yelled in horror.
"Whoever insults my brother will die." He Xie said expressionlessly.
The man's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his eyes were fixed on He Xie, he slowly put his hand on the handle of the knife, squeezed it tightly, but never dared to pull it out.
He Xie looked at him with emotionless eyes.
After a long time, the man suddenly shouted and rushed forward with his sword drawn.
However, the next moment, he died under his own knife.
Many people didn't even see clearly how He Xie acted.
The entire compound was silent at the moment.
Snap, snap.
He Xie clapped his hands and was about to speak. At this moment, he suddenly frowned and looked outside the courtyard door.
The heroes were puzzled and looked at He Xie's eyes. After about four or five breaths, only those with good ears heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the front yard.
After a while, two old monks wearing bright red cassocks appeared at the gate of the courtyard. They looked dusty, obviously they had traveled a short distance.
The leading old monk was none other than He Xie's old acquaintance - Master Xuanbei.
The rosy-faced monk behind Xuan Bei is the first Xuan Nan in Bodhidharma Academy of Shaolin Temple.
As soon as the two monks arrived at the scene, they saw corpses all over the ground.
The two people immediately looked heavy and chanted the Buddha's chant.
"They are the two Shaolin masters Xuanbei and Xuannan!" Someone recognized the two of them.
At this time, the two owners of Juxian Village had been beaten to death by Qiao Feng. Xue Muhua was deeply shocked when he saw Qiao Feng take action before. He had been hiding behind him since He Xie arrived and did not dare to come out.
The two monks came straight forward, but no one greeted them.
When Xuan Nan was approaching, he saw the injured Xuan Ji and Xuan Tong at a glance. His expression changed drastically, and he immediately stepped forward to inquire about the injuries regardless of others.
Xuanbei, on the other hand, had a look of compassion on his face, shook his head and sighed, walked up to the heroes, put his hands together in salute and said: "Xuanbei, I have met all the donors. What an injustice. I came a step late, sin, sin!"
Everyone returned the greetings, and Xuanbei looked at He Xie again, and said in a slightly slower tone: "Donor He, I have to say goodbye in Dali. I didn't want to see each other again today, but in this situation, I really can't feel the joy of being an old friend. I hope that the benefactor Haihan will be here."
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He Xie returned the gift and said straight to the point: "Master Xuanbei, you were a little late when you just said that. What did you mean by that?"
At this time, Xuan Nan had already learned from Xuan Ji that the person who injured them was He Xie. He was annoyed and said to himself that the two of us brothers came here in a hurry to report the news because they were afraid that the heroes would accidentally hurt your sworn brother. You
Fortunately, he actually injured Lao Na's two junior brothers.
Master Xuanbei sighed and said: "I came here in a hurry to clarify that the murder of Mr. and Mrs. Qiao, as well as the murder of Junior Brother Xuanku of our temple, was not caused by Donor Qiao. Who knew..."
Before he finished speaking, the heroes were in an uproar!
However, Xuanji and Xuantong were stunned for a moment, and felt like a thunderbolt exploding in their hearts.
A smile flashed in He Xie's eyes, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It's good. It seems that the young monk still took the words to heart. I just don't know if Xuan Bei came here because of his own intention or Xuan Ci's intention?
Wu Changfeng jumped out excitedly: "Master Xuanbei, tell me, you said Qiao Feng didn't kill anyone?"
"Crime, sin!" Xuanbei sighed, "Donor Qiao just happened to meet him, and he did not kill anyone."
Wu Changfeng stood stunned for a while, then suddenly raised his head to the sky and hissed: "Elder Xi, you died so unjustly!"
His voice was full of pathos and anger.
And among the heroes present, who is not feeling inexplicably sad and angry?
They fought life and death and paid such a heavy price, but in the end, they made a mistake?