A month later, early in the morning.

At the foot of Shaomu Mountain, all the main roads are full of martial arts people with swords and swords. All the public servants in the yamen were also dispatched, and they were nervously monitoring these people.

When it arrived, the army finally moved, the monks of Dali Tianlong Temple, the Tubo national teacher Gu Mozhi, Kongtong, Xingsu, Linghu Palace, beggar gang, gathered into three or five shares, and slaughtered to Shaolin Temple.

After another half an hour, the vanguard entered the Shaolin Temple.

A young man from the Kongtong faction with a long sword in his hand shook his head and stepped out of the Scripture Pavilion.

"It's empty, and I don't see a book."

Dozens of Shaolin monks dressed as farmers with scars on their heads ran into the courtyard, and when they heard this, they quickly rushed into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and after a stick of incense, when the monks staggered out of the courtyard in a trance, a large group of people had gathered in the courtyard.

Among them, Shaolin monks and beggars have the most people, and there are some charlatans. Among them are Dali Dao Bai Feng, who is worried about his son's disappearance, Qiao Feng's newlywed wife A Zhu, and Murong Fu's maidservant A Bi, who wears linen and filial piety. There is also a Western Xia princess who describes the withered tree.

"What about people? Why didn't you see a bald donkey. A six-bag elder of the beggar gang shouted left and right.

"Who does the bald donkey scold?" A monk who was originally sitting at the door of the Scripture Pavilion with his head down in frustration jumped up when he heard this and said angrily.

"Hmph, whoever doesn't have the ability to be kicked out of Shaolin Temple is who." The six-bag elder said bitterly.

"You-!"

The monks all jumped out, these Shaolin monks were all young and of low rank, and most of the monks of the older generation were killed by the Iron Monk in that war.

The beggars also flocked with bamboo poles, and the two groups of people pushed and shouted. The smell of gunpowder is getting stronger. It's about to be a big fight.

Ah Zhu and the others looked at the chaotic scene in front of them in despair. felt that it was impossible to rescue Qiao Feng and the others by relying on this group of rabble.

They waited for Qiao Feng in the beggar gang for a long time and they didn't return, and they all had a bad premonition, so they mobilized their respective energies, and Dao Baifeng found the monks of Tianlong Temple.

Abi relied on different bags to gather people from three mountains and five mountains;

Azhu also said that the beggar gang was moved.

In fact, it is not so much about moving, but rather about the invitation of Shi Wu that gave them a sense of crisis, coupled with the uncertainty of Qiao Feng's life and death, they realized that Shi Wu and they were definitely not good. That's when they united.

"Shut up!" A middle-aged Taoist man who was nearly a foot tall shouted, slowly walking between the two groups of people who had quieted down a little.

Someone whispered, "Who is this man?" ”

"The head of the Kongtong faction."

I only heard the head of the Kongtong faction wiping his beard and said loudly: "The predecessors of the Shaolin Temple are now being captured by the iron monk and are missing. The two gang leaders Qiao Daxia and Murong Daxia were either missing or dead. In this autumn of the survival of the rivers and lakes, we have no energy to fight! Listening to what someone in my Jiang said, Monk Tie's hiding just means that he is afraid of us, and we should take advantage of the fact that there are more of us to find him, otherwise we will be easily defeated by Monk Tie after we disperse. ”

"Found, found!" A big man with a beard like a silver needle rushed into the courtyard.

"Where?!" Azhu was pleasantly surprised. The women looked at the visitor expectantly, and everyone in the courtyard looked at them too.

The rough man showed a fluttering expression under the gaze of everyone, but he felt that the occasion was inappropriate. What I was about to say was also inappropriate, so I forced my excitement down. Put on a sad expression and said, "Madame's Day mourns." Qiao Daxia, Duan Yu Gongzi, and Ma Xuzhu have been poisoned. ”

Dao Baifeng and Princess Xixia immediately fainted, and Ah Bi and the others hurriedly supported them.

Azhu was silent for a moment, her expression was calm and terrifying, and she said in a steady tone: "Where?" ”

The rough man looked at her calm face and became uneasy, and stayed for a while before he hurriedly said, "Here, in the back mountain." It's weird there—"

Before he finished speaking, Dao Baifeng and the others launched light skills and flew out of the courtyard.

People from all the sects also ran or jumped out of the courtyard. When they went out of the main gate, went up the mountain road, turned the hill, and got out of the woods, and came to the back mountain, the people who were running in the first few rows stopped in horror. The people in the back crowded, pushing the people in the front row forward.

The crowd was like a stranded wave, surging forward for a moment before stopping.

Everyone saw it clearly and felt it from the ground beneath their feet.

They were stepping on a strange pouring of flat ground.

The mountain behind the Shaolin Temple is like being slashed diagonally.

The flat ground is very eerily smooth, there is not a single plant, it is the size of two football fields, it is tilted 35 degrees from left to right, and if you place a football on the far left, it will roll all the way to the right and finally fall off the cliff.

At the end of the flat land stood two people, one tall and one short, one of whom looked like he was made of steel and was two feet tall, and the other was short and stocky, with long flowing hair and a weapon in the shape of a crossbow arrow.

It was the Iron Monk and a man whom no one knew.

Beside them stood three tall bamboo poles, and three corpses hung from the poles.

One of them was Qiao Feng.

There was also a corpse wearing a black gauze hat, tall and thin, and the Xixia princess squeezed out of the crowd, saw the black gauze hat corpse, and fell to her knees weakly.

"Son!" Dao Baifeng saw another corpse, dressed in white brocade, dressed as a scholar, she cried and rushed over.

A dazzling straight red light suddenly shot out from the strange weapon in the hand of the short, fat, long-haired young man, striking a man-high earth wave in front of Dao Bai Feng.

Master Kurong of Tianlong Temple jumped out of the crowd and grabbed the shoulder of Bai Feng, who was covered in mud, with one arm, and rescued her.

In the air above Shaolin Temple, above a strange cloud, there is a strange space, and the Qiong Pavilion of the Immortal Mountain is arranged in the meantime, and the pavilions are intertwined. Tranquil and elegant.

Colorful clouds drifted out of the incense burner, enveloping the entire fairyland.

Between the pavilions, in the middle of one of the courtyards, Zhou Zhou and the others sat together, each holding a telescope, looking at the Shaomu Mountain below. (To be continued......)

PS: It seems that there are only 20 people reading my book, and suddenly I feel completely unmotivated, and I feel that I may not be suitable for writing novels. I can't grasp the cool point, and the writing is not to taste. Is it going to go the heavy route, or imitate it entirely. I saw a review of my book on a website before, and it said that I didn't want to read the first sentence when I saw it. Really a little disheartened.