The swords and palms struck, and the strong wind rolled up from the two of them, but a nearby maple tree was damaged, and it was swept away by the strong wind, and it suddenly made a loud noise, and the leaves of the tree fell in a row. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After a short silence, the broom in the sweeping monk's hand suddenly snapped from the middle, and the front end fell to the ground.

The old monk took two steps back and said lightly:

"Concession."

Xiao Yu blinked, "Hmm, 'concede' is usually forced by the victor's low-key pretense......"

At this time, I looked at the clear wind, but he stood in place like drinking alcohol, and his face was happy and sad, as if he had realized. On the short sword in his hand, a crack appeared, and the crack became bigger and bigger, and finally "Dangchang" shattered into two.

There is no doubt that Feng Qingyang is also defeated.

Seeing that the old man stood silently in place with a stunned face, as if he had lost his soul, Lao Yue asked with concern: "Uncle Shi, are you okay?" Today's physical strength is not good, let's fight again in the future......"

Feng Qingyang's eyes glared, "You kid shut up for me!" All the good feelings have been disturbed by you! ”

The corners of Lao Yue's mouth twitched, and he closed his mouth.

When Lao Yue worshiped Huashan, he was only a hairy boy of seven or eight years old, and he was reprimanded by the old man at that time, and now he ...... It's still the part of being trained.

"Losing is losing, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Feng Qingyang's eyes were clear, and he solemnly bowed to the sweeping old monk, and sighed, "Today's fight with the master has made me feel a lot, but it is worth the trip." ”

The old monk put one hand on his chest, lowered his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Amitabha." ”

The friends made a fuss——

"Sure enough, I said that Feng Qingyang would not be the opponent of the sweeping monk, after all, he is nicknamed 'Open Hanging Monk'."

", what the hell is the monk?"

"Then again, what kind of martial arts does the sweeping monk use? I don't know each other. ”

"It should be a Shaolin stunt that has been practiced to the realm of perfection, and the shot is dignified, with a compassionate atmosphere everywhere."

"Then it should be Guo Jing's turn to make a move next, right? I'm looking forward to it. ”

“……”

Xiao Yu looked at the sky with both eyes and said that he no longer planned to win the sweeping monk.

Although with his means, if he secretly uses a trick, he can completely take down the old monk unconsciously. It's just that he came this time, firstly, for the Shaolin 72 stunts, and secondly, he also wanted to see the demeanor of the sweeping monk.

If you can defeat the opponent in a dignified duel, it will be good. But if he can't beat it, he will use yin tricks, and he himself will feel disdainful.

Guo Jing stepped out and said loudly:

"The strength of the monk's martial arts, Guo has never seen it, and he admires it very much. Today, I have a bit of an itch, and I want to ask for a few tricks, but I also ask the master to take a break for half an hour. ”

How else to say that Guo Jing abides by the law of etiquette and never does anything that exceeds the etiquette, even now, he doesn't want to take advantage of the sweeping monks, and only thinks about fighting uprightly.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of light footsteps, but it was a masked man dressed in black, floating in.

As soon as it appeared, it attracted everyone's attention, after all, it was difficult to wear black in broad daylight, and it was difficult not to attract people.

A flash of excitement flashed in Xiao Feng's eyes, and he turned his head to look at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu thought about it, and simply asked directly: "Xiao Yuanshan?" ”

Anyway, there are only two people in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion who are secretly learning martial arts, either Xiao Yuanshan or Murong Bo, and when they take off the veil later, they will naturally be able to distinguish who it is.

"Do you know who I am?" The man in black paused, his tone full of surprise. He jumped off the cliff and didn't die by luck, and then he went incognito in the Shaolin Temple, how could anyone know his identity?

Xiao Yu suddenly confirmed eight or nine points in his heart. Yes, it seems that he didn't run away, and if he wanted to come to Murong Bodong to hide in Tibet for decades, he wouldn't jump out at this time.

Seeing Xiao Yu nodding, Xiao Feng's eyes suddenly flashed with excitement, and his voice trembled: "Dad, it's you?" ”

Xiao Yuanshan was in the shock of being called out by his name, and when he heard Xiao Feng call his father, he also trembled, was silent for a while, and finally took off the veil, revealing a face that was the same as Xiao Feng:

"That's right, it's you and me."

The father and son, who had been separated for nearly 30 years, looked at each other silently, and they were stunned for a while.

After a long time, Xiao Feng asked:

"Dad, Zhao Qiansun, they were all killed by you?"

Xiao Yuanshan did not deny it, and directly admitted: "I killed them, because they deserve to die!" ”

The tone was bone-chilling, and it was obvious that the hatred in his heart had not diminished with the passage of time.

"Hmm." Xiao Feng nodded, and asked again, "What about Daddy Qiao and Niang?" ”

Xiao Yuanshan's face turned cold: "The Qiao couple don't tell you their true identity, they only treat you as a Han lackey and support you to kill your fellow clansmen!" Damn it too! ”

"But I don't think they made them feel pain when they raised you."

Xiao Feng closed his eyes, his fists clenched, his lips trembled, and he was speechless for a while.

With his biological father on one side and his adoptive father and adoptive mother on the other, he really didn't know how to choose.

Fortunately, there was also a Zhu beside him, this gentle and lovely girl walked up to him and held his hand gently but resolutely: "Brother Xiao, no matter what, I will be by your side." ”

Xiao Feng took a deep breath and his face returned to calm: "Then after the apricot forest, why don't you come out to meet me?" ”

Xiao Yuanshan's face was complicated, and he said:

"I was lucky not to die that day I jumped off the cliff, but I was also seriously injured, and I struggled at the bottom of the valley for more than a month before I escaped. I only said that you are dead, and I only want to avenge your mother and you, but later I learned about you, but found that you regarded yourself as a Han Chinese, so only by letting you taste the taste of being betrayed and bullied by the Han people, can you wake up and kill all enemies! ”

Xiao Feng was silent for a long time, shook his head and said, "I just want to live in seclusion with Azhu now, herding sheep and horses." ”

"Is this your mother's feud?!" Xiao Yuanshan asked angrily.

Seeing that Xiao Feng was about to speak, but he didn't know what to say, Xiao Yu also shook his head helplessly, these things were already destined and could not be changed.

However, it can deflect the contradictions, so that they will not turn against each other.

"Uh-huh," he cleared his throat and said, "The man who delivered the news to the leading brother thirty years ago is actually not dead......

"What did you say?!" Xiao Yuanshan's leopard's eyes widened, and he asked awe-inspiringly.

Xiao Yu slowly told the story of the year, mainly Murong Fu's son Murong Bo, in order to provoke the Song Liao fight, so as to take the opportunity to restore his Great Yan Kingdom, and gave false news to Abbot Xuanci. This is what happened 30 years ago, the tragedy outside Yanmen Pass, and all kinds of things after that.

Later, Murong Bo faked his death, and Abbot Xuanci thought that this friend died because of misplaced news and guilt, so he didn't suspect it. After all, death is great, and Abbot Xuanci is merciful, and then he will never say anything about it.

In fact, from the point of view of fairness without emotion, Murong Bo is still worthy of admiration, because he puts national affairs first, personal grievances and happiness second, and is determined and difficult for ordinary people to reach.

It's just that all this has nothing to do with Xiao Yu, and he doesn't mean to help hide it-

Fight, fight to the death, anyway, you are not the opponent of the sweeping monks, can you still tear down the Shaolin Temple?

"So, Murong Bo is the culprit who killed my wife and separated my father and son?!" Xiao Yuanshan thought that he had been with the hatred of the sky for decades and didn't know it, and he was suddenly angry, "Old horseman, take your life!" ”

The roar was like thunder, and he turned around and ran towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The crowd followed and chased after them. (To be continued.) )