He Xie looked at Chen Guyan again, "In this case, the death of Elder Xi Shanhe of your gang will naturally be blamed on our brothers?"
Chen Guyan nodded slowly: "The injustice has its owner, and the debt has its owner. Qiao Feng killed Master Xuanku. That proves that we were right in besieging Qiao Feng that day. We, the Beggar Gang, must seek justice for Elder Xi's mortal enemy."
"If there is knowledge under the spring of Xi Shanhe, I should be more gratified..." He Xie sighed.
Chen Guyan's expression did not change when he heard this, but Wu Changfeng on his side turned red and lowered his head.
"Since it was Qiao Feng who committed the murder, and He was messing around and protecting Qiao Feng..." He Xie looked around with a smile, "Then the heroes who gathered at Xianzhuang that day will naturally have grudges and revenge. No matter what, today
We’re going to leave a few of us here.”
Everyone was silent.
He Xie chuckled lightly and said: "The martial arts comrades who were not in Juxian Village that day, in order to punish evil and promote good, and purge the martial arts world, they would not sit idly by and watch Qiao Feng and I, two treacherous and evil people, escape.
We must take action, isn't He right?"
"That's right!"
Finally someone couldn't help shouting.
He Xie remembered this person's appearance.
"He thinks that he is good at martial arts, and my second brother fought one against a hundred that day, and everyone knows that." He Xie continued, "Once we start fighting later, you will naturally have no confidence in fighting alone, and you will only suffer casualties in vain.
, I guess you don’t have to talk about martial arts scum like us, you will naturally swarm us and cut us into pieces, right?"
These words made everyone in the group have unnatural and weird expressions on their faces.
He Xie sighed: "You think that because there are so many people, we must be dead today, but I can tell you clearly that once the fighting breaks out, everyone present today will die here, and I will be safe, because
Since entering the martial arts world, I have never used more than 30% of my power."
As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar on the scene!
Everyone was surprised and doubtful, some were disdainful, and some were frightened.
He Xie smiled and looked around. Everyone who met his eyes subconsciously felt awe in their hearts.
However, the next moment, He Xie turned his head and asked the young monk with a pleasant look: "Little Master, you said that my second brother Qiao Feng is a murderer, then naturally the man in black you saw in Taishi Mountain that night was not the murderer.
,right?"
Zhijing recalled the voice of the man in black and the half of his face he saw that night. He shook his head affirmatively, pointed at Qiao Feng and said: "The big evil guy that night was also him, but he used the old man's name at that time.
His voice is not his current voice."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the monks in Shaolin Temple changed again.
He Xie reminded him with a smile: "Little Master, after you were kidnapped that night, my second brother was still in Shaolin. He didn't know the art of clones and couldn't appear in two places at the same time. Think about it again, you are
Didn’t you remember it wrong?”
When the heroes heard He Xie's question, they all felt confused and couldn't understand his intention. Even Xuanci, who had originally planned to ask him to stop, couldn't help but swallow his words, because no matter how he answered He Xie's question, Zhijie couldn't understand it.
Not good for Qiao Feng.
Zhijing's eyes were blank, and he thought for a long time before saying: "The man in black that night, whether it was his demeanor, body shape, voice or eyes, was clearly the person who killed my master, but...but he..."
Zhijing looked at Qiao Feng again, scratched his head and said, "Maybe, maybe the young monk really remembered it wrong."
He Xie nodded with a smile and said: "The hatred of the murderer is irreconcilable. Since you have seen the murderer's face, you will never forget it for the rest of your life. Take a closer look at my second brother's face. Is he like that?"
The murderer who killed your master late?"
Hearing this, Zhijing looked at Qiao Feng honestly for a long time, with a look of fear in his eyes. He pointed at Qiao Feng and shouted, "It's him! It's him!"
"Amitabha." Xuanci finally spoke slowly, staring at He Xie solemnly, "He Shouzun, what else do you have to say?"
He Xie became famous all over the world twice after entering the martial arts world in the Central Plains. The first time was when he cleared Qiao Feng of the suspicion of killing Ma Dayuan in the Swallow Forest, and the second time was in Juxian Manor. In addition to his mysterious swordsmanship,
What left the deepest impression on the Central Plains martial arts community was his careful planning and verbal fighting skills.
At this time, everyone thought that He Xie would find a flaw and defend Qiao Feng from an angle that no one could have imagined. Even the Shaolin monks were all excited, waiting for He Xie to take action.
But He Xie smiled slightly, looked at Qiao Feng and said: "Second brother, it seems that you are indeed the murderer of Master Xuanku. You had a hard time hiding it from me."
Qiao Feng was shocked and suspicious, and for a moment he couldn't help but feel despair. Did even my eldest brother doubt me?
But when everyone heard this, they all looked at each other with strange expressions in their eyes.
Those who are astute as they are, the first thing they think of is that He Xie wants the strong man to cut off his wrists and give up on Qiao Feng.
How does this work?
Today's killing spree was planned specifically by He Xie, and Qiao Feng was just passing by. You He Xie wants to "kill relatives for justice" and then retreat peacefully, that's a good idea!
He Xie stared at Qiao Feng with a smile and said: "Second brother, let me ask you, since you killed Master Xuanku, why do you still stay in Shaolin? Do you covet the martial arts of Shaolin?"
Qiao Feng looked at He Xie blankly and smiled miserably: "Brother, my little brother's heart can be learned from heaven and earth, but now that things have happened, I, I can't even defend myself."
"Yes, you must be coveting the martial arts of Shaolin." He Xie sighed, "So you killed Xuan Ku, then secretly sneaked into the Golden Pavilion of Shaolin Temple to steal the secret book, and then you were caught by the eminent monks of Shaolin.
.”
Qiao Feng was filled with despair at this moment. He felt that the sky was huge and there was no place for him to stay. But when he heard He Xie said that he went to the Scripture Pavilion to steal scriptures, he could no longer bear it. He said sadly: "Brother, little brother, from
I have never been to the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion. That day, I was led by a man in gray to my teacher’s Zen room, and he stayed on the roof of the Zen room the whole time! When we went there, my teacher had already encountered something unexpected..."
At that moment, he recounted everything he had experienced that night. At the end, he glared at Xuanci with grief and anger and said, "Abbot Xuanci, are there any lies in what Qiao said?"
Xuanci thought about it for a moment before saying: "When Lao Na and other junior brothers arrived, Junior Brother Xuanku was already on the verge of death. There was only the man in gray in the room, and Donor Qiao had indeed been hiding on the roof, and Lao Na had already noticed it. But this was not the case.
It’s not enough to prove that you didn’t kill Junior Brother Xuanku, and the thief who pretended to be a Shaolin disciple and stole the Yi Jin Jing was indeed rescued by Donor Qiao, so what’s the explanation?”
Qiao Feng was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer.
But at this moment, He Xie took over and said: "The person who stole the scripture must be my second brother's accomplice. He coveted Shaolin's Yi Jin Jing, so he killed Xuan Ku and hid on the roof, and then his
The accomplices took advantage of the chaos to steal the scriptures. As a result, the Dao was one foot tall and the Demon was ten feet tall. He was spotted by the Shaolin masters. "
After a pause, He Xie looked at Xuanci with a smile: "Master Abbot, do you think my explanation is very reasonable?"