At the foot of Shaomu Mountain, the breeze and stream, the pine waves and bamboo sea, the flowers and birds, are quiet and peaceful, and the place of Qing Xiu should be so. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, who would have thought that this place would be destroyed?

The abandoned temple on the mountain, the wind passed by, the lonely sound, and the half-cut wall next to it stood dumbly, telling the sadness of that day.

Halfway up the mountain, a figure looked up at the mountain, and continued to go up the mountain, this person was Mo Xiaotian from afar, and behind him was a little monk.

Mo Xiaotian was walking, and suddenly saw a monk not far behind him carrying a bucket and rushing to the mountain, with shackles on his feet, and two huge buckets full of water were carried by him one by one, which was very relaxed.

When the little monk of Shifang saw this person, he immediately became happy, and hurriedly waved his hand and greeted: "Hello Senior Brother Shangwu, I haven't seen you for a long time, hey, what's the matter with your shackles?" Shifang also saw the shackles.

When the great monk saw it, it turned out to be his junior brother, and he roared excitedly: "Why are you back?" No, you better go quickly, ...... here" as he spoke, as if he realized something, he stopped talking, turned around and lowered his head, and went to the mountain again.

Mo Xiaotian was puzzled in his heart, and said that this monk should guard against arrogance and rashness, why did this person look angry? So he asked the little monk curiously: "Shifang, what's wrong with your senior brother? What a big temper!"

The little monk of the Ten Directions touched his head, frowned, and said, "He is not usually like this, and his shackles, what the hell is going on?"

Mo Xiaotian was even more curious, and hurriedly said, "Let's go forward and ask clearly," he said, pulling Shiyi to chase after him.

However, the great monk seemed to be deliberately avoiding the two of them, and kept accelerating, no matter how much the two of them chased after them, they could never catch up.

Seeing that the martial monk was getting farther and farther away, the two of them also stopped, and could only watch him disappear from sight.

"Shifang, your Shaolin faction, are you all so powerful? Your master is like this, and your senior brother is like this," Mo Xiaotian asked breathlessly.

Shifang smiled: "Hehe, in fact, it's not, not to mention the master's decades of skills, as for Senior Brother Shangwu, he is just simply practicing foot strength, and he doesn't know martial arts."

"Oh, you can actually just train your foot strength," Mo Xiaotian was surprised.

"It's just that I always feel that something is wrong, Senior Brother Shangwu seems to have something unspeakable," Shifang said.

"Then let's hurry to the temple, anyway, he escaped from the monk, and he can't escape the temple!" Mo Xiaotian smiled.

Shifang also smiled, and followed Mo Xiaotian to continue walking towards the mountain.

After about half an hour, the two came to the gate of the temple, and Shifang stepped forward to ask the guard disciples: "Two senior brothers, please tell the abbot, Mo Xiaotian, the heir of the remnant sword, came to visit."

The disciples immediately went to pass the word, and soon more than ten monks came to greet them, led by a middle-aged monk with an extraordinary bearing, and several monks beside him were also the same size as him.

"Shifang, we heard you're back," the leader smiled.

Seeing this, Shifang introduced them one by one, "This is my uncle, these brothers are his apprentices" and then said: "Uncle, this is Mo Xiaotian Shaoxia"

The monk smiled and said: "The poor monk is called Xuanci, thank you Shaoxia for taking care of the ten directions along the way"

Seeing that he was also a Xuanzi generation, Mo Xiaotian guessed: Presumably, this person should be the senior brother of Master Xuanzhi. So he opened his mouth and asked, "Master Xuanci, I don't know where Abbot Xuanzhi is?"

The monk's expression changed suddenly, and he quickly turned to smile and said: "Senior Brother Abbot has withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't care about the accidents in the rivers and lakes, and now Shaolin is managed by Lao Qu."

"Oh, agh...... The rivers and lakes have really been turbulent over the years!" Mo Xiaotian sighed, thinking that Master Xuanzhi would ask himself that the Shaolin Temple was destroyed in his own hands, and he would have no face to take on the position of head again.

"Please Mo Shaoxia, in addition to weapons, go to the temple to rest and rest!" Xuan Ci said.

"Oh, remove weapons?" Mo Xiaotian was a little puzzled.

"It's been our rule for years," Shifang explained.

Mo Xiaotian arched his hand and said: "Master Lao, I don't think it's necessary, I came this time, but I was entrusted by Master Fuji of the Ten Directions to send him back to the temple, and now that the task is completed, I should also go."

"Hey...... Where is the young man's kind deed, if we Shaolin don't treat the young man well, and spread it, won't the rivers and lakes laugh at us?"

"Thank you, master, don't do anything more, there is still something to do, don't pass it" Mo Xiaotian still refused.

"Brother Xian, I heard that you are coming" At this time, a loud voice came from behind everyone.

Mo Xiaotian looked up and saw a man in black standing at the gate of the temple.

"Big brother, you are really in Shaolin" Although I had heard the Fuji monk Ming say that the wind was in Shaolin, Mo Xiaotian was still a little surprised when he suddenly appeared at this time.

"Brother Xian, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss my big brother" said, and Juefeng hugged Mo Xiaotian.

"I'm the same!" Mo Xiaotian smiled.

"Since the virtuous brother is here, why are you in a hurry to leave? Don't you even give the eldest brother face?" he said and stretched out his hand to snatch the Xingchen sword and shouted: "Come on, put away my virtuous brother's sword."

Mo Xiaotian wanted to say something, but he had no choice but to agree to stay.

Entering the temple, it is still generally quiet, and it is indeed worthy of being a place for pure cultivation, but it seems to be too quiet and a little less popular.

"Brother Xian, let's get together tonight, if we don't get drunk, we won't return!" said Jue Feng.

"Big brother, isn't it forbidden to drink alcohol in Shaolin Temple?" Mo Xiaotian asked.

"It doesn't matter, Engong and Shaoxia are not monks, as for the temple, it is true that you can't drink alcohol, and now it doesn't hurt to make an exception for Engong once" Xuan Ci laughed.

Entering the temple, they exchanged a few words of greeting, and the abbot of Xuanci led everyone down to go down to their own business, and Juefeng accompanied Mo Xiaotian to visit the temple everywhere.

Back in the mountain, the two sat down, picked up the teacup, and enjoyed this rare leisure.

"This Shaolin Temple is really a treasure land! Just sit down like this, enjoy the breeze, it is also a great joy in life, don't you say?

"This is natural, eldest brother, do you still have some questions to ask?" Mo Xiaotian said.

"Oh, it's okay to ask," said Jeefeng.

"Big brother, didn't this Shaolin faction fall apart a long time ago, why did so many people pop up again?" Mo Xiaotian asked.

"Hehe, the monks of Songshan are naturally either dead or fleeing, but these monks are not from the Shaolin faction of Songshan," Juefeng said.

"Oh, are there still two Shaolin sects in this world?" Mo Xiaotian said in surprise.

"Brother Xian doesn't know, this Shaolin faction is competing for the position of host, the internal fighting was divided into two factions, one faction stayed, and the other faction ordered to go elsewhere, although it is the same Shaolin, but it is divided into north and south, Songshan Shaolin faction, it can be said that it is North Shaolin, and there is a South Shaolin, just in the land of Fuzhou, Shaolin Temple was destroyed, Master Xuanzhi begged me to find his southern Shaolin junior brother, rebuild Shaolin, so that there can be today, so they call me Engong!"

"I see, big brother, I heard that the Tianlong Gang of the Martial Arts League lost both sides, and the world was in chaos, I don't know what the big brother has planned?"

"You came just in time today, now, I have formed an alliance with the major factions, Brother Xian might as well join us, with your reputation as the heir of the remnant sword, my resourcefulness, let's join forces, don't say that you dominate the martial arts at that time, even if you dominate the world!" said Juefeng.

"Dominate the world, is it possible that the eldest brother still wants to go against the imperial court?" Mo Xiaotian was very surprised.

"Hehe, when it seems to be uncertain today, it seems to be quiet but not quiet, as the saying goes, heroes are born in troubled times, isn't the virtuous brother only willing to be the leader of the martial arts alliance?" asked with a smile.

"No, I don't want to do anything, I just want to be able to stop this catastrophe, the destruction of Wudang Shaolin, too many people have died, it's really a sin" Mo Xiaotian said in a mournful voice.

"Jianghu catastrophe?hehe, you are too naïve, you might as well tell you that this Jianghu catastrophe has been caused by the imperial court for many years by taking advantage of the grievances between the major factions, and the black and white reversal of Gao Blazing Sky is their minions!"

"What? Is this true?"

"Can this be fake? Am I deceiving you? I've investigated it all these days, they are afraid that our Jianghu Sect is too powerful and wants to destroy us, how can you still bear it?"

Mo Xiaotian had an epiphany in his heart: "It turns out that the real mastermind behind the scenes is the imperial court, no wonder the power of Gao Chi can be so big"

"Brother Xian, now you understand, they caused everything, and we have to take revenge!" roared Absolute Wind.

"Revenge? I always thought I could take revenge, but I found that hatred is not everything," Mo Xiaotian said softly, as if he didn't answer the question.

"What are you talking about?"

"Did the eldest brother ever think that once the Jianghu sect fought with the imperial court, the world would inevitably be in chaos, and how many innocent people would die at that time?"

"Have you ever imagined how many of us would die if we sat still?" roared Storm.

Mo Xiaotian did not speak.

"I've already inquired that the imperial court will soon issue a ban on martial arts, but the imperial court is struggling with each other, does the virtuous brother still want to be alone?" said Juefeng.

"That's it, the eldest brother and I are different, so naturally we don't conspire with each other, so the virtuous brother will say goodbye and ask the eldest brother to return the Xingchen Sword" said and wanted to leave.

"Brother Xian, go slowly, since this is the case, I will no longer be reluctant, but now that it is getting late, you might as well have dinner and leave tomorrow!"

Nodding, Mo Xiaotian agreed: "It's okay!"

The dinner was very embarrassing, everyone was silent, Juefeng knew that he couldn't convince Mo Xiaotian, and Mo Xiaotian also knew that he couldn't stop Jiefeng, they weren't the same kind of people.

"Big brother, please return the Star Sword to me, and I'll leave tomorrow," Mo Xiaotian said softly again.

"Brother Xian really doesn't want to work with us?" said Jue Feng lightly.

Mo Xiaotian lowered his head and did not speak, which was regarded as a tacit acquiescence.

Seeing this, Juefeng smiled and said, "In that case, Brother Xian, please dine first, and I will return the sword tomorrow!"

After saying that, the crowd continued to eat.

After having dinner in a hurry, Mo Xiaotian returned to the room, at night, the moonlight was bright, through the window, sprinkled in front of the bed, Li Bai said well, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown", Mo Xiaotian has no hometown, he should have been able to sleep with peace of mind, but Mo Xiaotian on the bed couldn't fall asleep, he was thinking about the words of the wind. There must be a battle between the imperial court and the martial arts, no matter who wins or loses in this battle, it will definitely be ruined, this is not the result he wants, and he must not let the tragedy of the Wudang faction repeat.

Thinking of this, Mo Xiaotian suddenly sat up, he wanted to stop the wind.

At this moment, a figure quickly flashed by the window, and he immediately chased out.

This person's light skills are extremely high, chasing dozens of steps, this person turned around, and disappeared.

Mo Xiaotian looked around, and saw that there were blood stains under his feet, and he seemed to feel bad in his heart, and he followed the blood stains to find it, and he came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the door was open, and the two disciples who guarded the door had already lost their breath.

Then, I heard a low shout, "There is a thief, catch a thief!" A bloodstained monk walked out of the pavilion and fell in front of Mo Xiaotian.

Mo Xiaotian hurriedly picked him up and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you, who did this?"

The monk's eyes widened and he muttered, but he couldn't hear clearly.

Immediately afterwards, the monk completely lost his breath, and Mo Xiaotian hugged him, not knowing what to do for a while.

At this time, suddenly the grass swayed, and Mo Xiaotian clearly saw that a black shadow not far away seemed to be looking here, and hurriedly chased after it.

Just chased to the corner, but bumped into the disciples who rushed over.

Both sides were stunned at the same time and stopped.

At this time, the temple was brightly lit, and the disciples in the temple seemed to have all gotten up and rushed over, and Shifang was also among them.

Master Xuanci bowed down and asked, "It's so late, why is Mo Shaoxia hanging around here?"

Mo Xiaotian suddenly felt bad, and subconsciously turned his head.

At this moment, a disciple shouted: "Look, there is a person lying in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

"It's Uncle Xuande," Shifang said mournfully.

Seeing this, Master Xuanci hurriedly walked over.

Leaning over to look, he probed his breath, he had already lost his breath, and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid Mo Shaoxia should explain."

"Why does the master suspect that I did it?" Mo Xiaotian said in a deep voice, pretending to be calm, although he had already expected it, this situation was no longer inextricable.

"Then please explain what is the blood stains on your body, you won't tell me that this is your own blood!" Xuan Ci drank.

"It seems that you won't believe anything I say," Mo Xiaotian said softly.

"You are a friend of Engong, we will naturally find out about this matter, but before that, you can't go anywhere" Xuan Ci snapped.

"Why are you detaining me without evidence or evidence?" Mo Xiaotian asked.

"Evidence? Isn't this obvious? The disciples obey the order, take him down for me now," Xuan Ci roared.

So everyone rushed up and wanted to hold Mo Xiaotian.

Mo Xiaotian reacted quickly, pushed away the Shaolin disciples who came with one palm, and hurriedly retreated.

Seeing Mo Xiaotian fleeing, everyone immediately chased him out.

Mo Xiaotian fled all the way, although he had the ability to fight his way out, but this could not solve the problem, it could only deepen the problem.

It's just that Mo Xiaotian never expected that this group of Shaolin monks had really amazing foot strength, and their light skills were not good, and they were almost surrounded several times, so they could only go deep into the back mountain, where the forest was deep and the grass was dense, and it was easy to get out.

Sure enough, when he came to the back mountain, he soon seemed to get rid of the pursuit, however, he panicked and came to the edge of the cliff, but he could never go over again.

"I can only hide for the time being," Mo Xiaotian thought to himself.

At this time, a figure suddenly rushed over and slapped Mo Xiaotian with one palm.

Mo Xiaotian reacted quickly, hurriedly retreated, and saw that this person was dressed in black and masked, obviously coming to himself, and immediately understood, it seems that the matter of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion is most likely done by this person, just wanted to ask clearly, that person slapped again, Mo Xiaotian raised his hand to contact, and was beaten back half a point, this amazing palm power is really surprising, and he is amazed, but where does the man in black still let him, that person does not speak, just blindly attack, fists and soles exchange with each other, I can't see what sect or sect at all, but the skill is amazing, it is difficult to deal with.

Mo Xiaotian can only retreat again and again, he has never learned boxing, palming, legs, Mo Xiaotian, who has no sword, has an empty body of internal strength, and can only shoot at will, if it is an ordinary person, he will definitely not be able to stop Mo Xiaotian's fists and feet full of internal strength, but this person is obviously a top master, Mo Xiaotian's undisciplined moves, where is still an opponent.

Mo Xiaotian punched out, and the man's body shook easily and dodged, raising his leg towards his chest, and with such a kick, Mo Xiaotian flew away.

It was difficult to get up again, seeing that his footwork was like this, Mo Xiaotian also wanted to use his legs to meet the enemy, but he thought too beautifully, where was he this person's opponent? roared, just raised his legs, but the man took the first step to raise his legs, kicked on his legs, Mo Xiaotian stumbled, and then stood unsteadily, and the person punched again, hitting him with gold stars in his eyes, his head was white, his mouth was spitting blood, and he was lying on the edge of the cliff, and it was difficult to get up.

The man looked at Mo Xiaotian who fell to the ground, and didn't seem to have any pity, a pair of beast-like eyes, emitting a fierce light, Mo Xiaotian clearly saw his smug face behind the mask, suddenly, Mo Xiaotian smiled, a hazy smile, and then, he turned over and rolled off the cliff......

Maybe we are all like this, facing enemies stronger than ourselves, and more choose to sit idly by, but are you really willing?

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