Under the residual light, Juekong's always gentle face was extremely hideous.

When he first saw Yan Kang, Juekong knew that this ten-year-old boy could be directly accepted as a disciple by Tianwu and given special care, which must be an extraordinary background. He attacked tonight, and it was by accident that he learned the identity of Wan Yankang that he had murderous intent.

Originally, Juekong still had doubts, but after reading the letter, he had no doubts in his heart. When he asked this, he originally hoped that this little uncle would answer no, so that his hatred would be deeper and he would not hesitate to start.

How do you know that Yan Kang admitted it.

This person's throat is pinched in his hands, as long as he works harder, he can let his soul return to the underworld, but Juekong, who has never killed a life, looked at Yan Kang's innocent eyes, but he couldn't make a ruthless move.

Wan Yankang asked, "Why?" ”

Juekong said in a deep voice: "My whole family died at the hands of the Jin people!" ”

"How do you know who I am?"

Juekong was silent, and his hands gradually strengthened.

Wan Yankang struggled and asked, "Don't let me be a fool, I'm only twelve years old!" ”

When Juekong heard this, his hand loosened slightly, and he sighed and said, "Okay, let you understand when you die!" ”

After Juezhi and Juehui entered Yan Kang's small gang, they had reached a relationship with Tian Dali and a few people, in addition to practicing martial arts and stealing food, they would also talk about their own lives and pasts from time to time, and inadvertently leaked Yan Kang's identity.

After Juezhi, Juehui, Juexi, and Juexing learned that Yan Kang was originally the prince of the Jin Kingdom, they were even more in awe, and joked with Tian Dali and others from time to time, maybe the little uncle would ascend the throne as the emperor in the future, and everyone was a minister of the dragon.

Wan Yankang just smiled at this, and asked a few people not to spread it, but he didn't care.

Juezhi Juehui and Juekong have always been good friends, and they often ask this senior brother for some martial arts problems, and a few days ago, he inadvertently revealed Wan Yankang's identity.

When Juekong heard it, there was nothing unusual on the outside, but his heart was turbulent.

Fifteen years ago, Juekong lived thirty miles on the outskirts of Tangzhou, when Tangzhou was still under the rule of the Song Dynasty. Although Juekong's family is not wealthy, his ancestors have worked diligently for three generations, and by the time he was born, he had saved 200 acres of fertile land, and he had hired a husband since he was five years old.

Juekong has two older sisters, the second sister is in her early tens, and the eldest sister is just twenty-eight years old, and she has already promised someone, and she will marry after the autumn harvest.

The Jin army has invaded!

Tangzhou was originally the place where the Song and Jin battlefields were located, and Juekong's grandfathers set up a mechanism in the well at home, which could hide from three or four people.

But that day, Juekong's father only had time to put this young son in a bucket and send him to the well!

The short screams of the parents and the continuous cries of the two sisters were faintly transmitted from the courtyard to the well. Juekong burst into tears, but he could only cover his mouth with one hand and pick at the cold well wall with the other.

"Don't even move if you die!" These were the last words of Juekong's father when he sent him down the well.

A day later, Juekong climbed out of the well. Seven-year-old Juekong, seeing the tragic situation of the whole family being slaughtered, fainted directly from crying, and was later found by passing Shaolin monks, who helped him collect the bodies of his relatives and took him to Shaolin.

Juekong worshiped under the Wuxiang Sect, practiced martial arts extremely hard, and was bent on avenging his family.

Seeing each other and feeling empty and full of hatred, he asked him to read more Buddhist scriptures and use Buddhism to resolve hatred. Not to mention the advanced martial arts of Shaolin, so as not to practice martial arts desperately and blindly immerse himself in hatred.

Juekong's martial arts talent is really good, and the Luohan boxing, which is only an introductory cultivator, has also practiced to the point of being superb, and Wuxiang asked Juekong to take a group of little junior brothers to practice, wanting to let the innocence of all children gradually influence Juekong.

In recent years, Juekong's Buddhist cultivation and martial arts have become more and more profound, but he has never let go of revenge. Juekong regarded the entire Jin Kingdom as an enemy, but he also knew that he could not fight against one country by himself.

When he dreams back at midnight, Juekong is often secretly confused, not knowing where revenge begins.

If there is no accident, Juekong should have been his senior brother of Shaolin Temple all the time, and over time, he may be able to let go of his hatred and become a Buddha.

But he knew the identity of Wan Yankang, the son of King Zhao of the Jin Kingdom, the favorite grandson of the current emperor!

It was simply providence that sent the enemy to himself!

After listening to Juekong's words, Yan Kang looked at Juekong's firm eyes, and knew that he was going to make a move.

"I'm a Han!" Wan Yankang let out a moan of mercy.

Jue's empty hand was relieved, and he smiled disdainfully: "Little prince, don't lose the face of the Yan family in vain!" ”

Wan Yankang gasped twice, and said hurriedly: "My mother's surname is Bao, she is a person from Lin'an, and my biological father's surname is Yang, and he is behind the Yang family!" ”

Juekong shook his head and said, "Little Golden Dog, no matter how clever your tongue is, it's useless!" With that, he gradually strengthened his hands.

Feeling the coming of death, Wan Yankang only felt that his mind was extremely clear, he knew that he could not convince Juekong just by talking about it, and suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but struggle desperately: "I don't... It's not that I lied to you, you take off... Take off my socks and look at me... The toes believed. ”

Juekong was a Buddhist disciple after all, and after hearing this, he hesitated for a moment, then stopped and took off Yan Kang's socks.

Juekong glanced at Wan Yankang's toes twice, and found nothing abnormal, so he looked up at Wan Yankang again, his eyes were even more solemn.

Wan Yankang hurriedly said: "Look at my little toe toenails, do you have compound toes?" ”

Juekong glanced at it, but it was so, and said coldly: "So what?" ”

Wan Yankang said: "Only pure Han people have compound toes, don't believe in senior brother, look at yourself." ”

Juekong has never paid attention to his toes on weekdays, but now he took off his shoes and socks to see that he really had compound toes on the toenails of his little toes.

Juekong felt like a numb heart at this time, and after ordering Yan Kang's dumb acupoint, he paced in the room from time to time, and sometimes sat down, and his breathing was a little heavy.

Wan Yankang wanted to continue to persuade Juekong, but at this time he couldn't speak, and his heart was also extremely anxious, for fear that Juekong would not listen to the reason, and if he was not careful, his life would be lost.

This night was extraordinarily long, and after every breath, Wan Yankang felt that it was torment, and when he couldn't do anything, Wan Yankang tried to mobilize his internal force to rush to the acupoints, and as his mind moved, the acupoints that were sealed by Juekong actually loosened slightly.

Wan Yankang was overjoyed, and mobilized a trace of internal force to break through a hole with all his strength.

After breaking through one acupoint, the internal force he could mobilize was a little stronger, and the remaining acupoints were gradually washed away.

Seeing that the last acupoint could be passed, Juekong suddenly walked up to Wan Yankang, grabbed his throat again, and said in a deep voice: "You lied to me!" ”

Wan Yankang was dumb at this time, and even if he did, he didn't dare to make a sound, so he had to blink his eyes desperately.

Juekong relieved Yan Kang's dumb point again, and his hand was slightly loose.

Wan Yankang gasped a few times and begged for mercy: "Master nephew, what I told you is true, if there is a lie, the sky will thunder!" ”

After staring at Yan Kang's eyes, Juekong saw that the eyes were clear and did not seem to be fake, so he believed a little more and asked: "You said that only Han people have compound toes on their toenails, but don't Hu people have compound toes on their toenails?" ”

Wan Yankang nodded again and again, and took a bite to hold.

"How to prove the truth or falsehood, maybe the Hu people and the Han people are the same!"

Although the so-called saying that Han toenails have compound toes is just a theory in the previous life, Wanyankang is fast in the acupoints at this time, so he naturally has to try his best to make Juekong believe: "You go down the mountain and catch a Hu person to check it!" ”

Juekong snorted coldly: "I'll go down the mountain to catch a Hu man, and leave you here?" ”

"Of course not, the master nephew, you are strong in martial arts, you don't need to solve my acupoints, take me down the mountain to find someone to compare, if you find out that I have deceived you in the slightest, you will immediately take my life, I will not blame you!"

After hearing Yan Kang say this, Juekong believed a little more in his heart, after a little thought, he sealed Wan Yankang again, and tore a sheet into strips of cloth in the room to tie Wan Yankang behind him, turned off the lights, quietly came out of the meditation room, closed the door, and found the way to go down from the back mountain.

When Wan Yankang was pointed, it was in a big shape, and at this time, only one big point could not be opened, and his feet were actually able to move. When Juekong tied him behind him, he was afraid that Juekong would notice that something was wrong, so he controlled his body to remain stiff while thinking about countermeasures.

If you really go down the mountain and find that the Hu people also have compound toes on their little toes, it goes without saying that they must see the king of Hades. According to the progress of the acupuncture points, Wan Yan Kang thought to himself that he should be able to unlock all the acupoints before Juekong left the temple.

But after unlocking the acupoint, how to deal with Juekong is the most dangerous time.

In the Shaolin Temple, there are also monks patrolling at night. The moonlight was slightly bright this night, and Juekong was clear about where there were people patrolling the temple, and he walked dozens of steps when he could walk, and hid in the dark when he encountered a patrol, and after a while, he walked half the way out of the temple.

Wan Yankang had already figured out where to get out at this time, and the dumb acupoint was also unlocked first, and the last big acupoint was also carefully opened halfway, but he was afraid that the moment he opened it all, the body changes would make Juekong notice.

Juekong carried Wan Yankang to the side of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, stretched out his head and turned to the back of the pavilion to look, two monks carried lanterns and hit the back thirty steps away, Juekong quickly retracted his head.

At this moment, the person on Juekong's back moved!

The moment Yan Kang rushed out of the acupoint, he first hit the back of Juekong's head with a hammer, and at the same time poured a double wind into his ears and hit Juekong's temple.

Juekong's body reacted very quickly, and when Wan Yankang moved, he raised his hands and blocked Wan Yankang's fists, but after eating a head hammer, his eyes suddenly burst into stars.

Wan Yankang met his head with his head, although he took advantage of it, he was not very comfortable. He knew that Juekong's martial arts were much higher than his own, and he had already thought about how to change his moves after his fists missed.

Sure enough, Wan Yankang's fists were blocked by Juekong, but Juekong urged him to exert force, but he failed to open Wan Yankang's fists.

Wan Yankang took advantage of the momentum, put his knees on Juekong's back, broke the tied cloth with a snort, and rolled backwards while shouting.

"Help!"

After Yan Kang found out that Juekong planned to go from the back mountain, he knew that the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was a must-pass place, and he knew that there were senior monks stationed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion day and night, and if there was a situation around, he could immediately arrive, so as to set the preset place to get out here.

After Yan Kang got out, he continued to shout while guarding against Juekong turning around and pounced. At this time, he was in an open place, he could dodge as much as he wanted, how could he also survive ten moves and eight moves in Juekong's hands.

If there are no monks to save people after ten moves and eight moves, the sign of Shaolin Temple can be taken off and burned.

When the patrolling monks heard the shouting, they rushed from the left.

A sound of breaking wind came, and a senior monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion arrived first.

Juekong wanted to fight again, and then he would talk after capturing Yan Kang first, but when he saw the figure of the person who rushed from the Scripture Pavilion, he loosened his posture, turned around slowly, and showed a sad smile in the faint moonlight.