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On this day, the abbot of Xuanci was discussing countermeasures with the rest of the Xuanzi monks in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and suddenly a monk hurriedly entered the hall, holding a large stack of famous posts in his hands, holding both hands high, handed to Xuanci, and said: "Qiyu Abbot, Heshuo is a group of heroes worship the mountain." ”

Xuan Ci looked at the famous post, there were more than 30 of them, and the names were all famous heroes and heroes in the north, and they suddenly arrived at the same time at this moment, and they didn't have to think about it to know that they were here for that thing.

Xuan Ci raised his head slightly, glanced outside the main hall, and only heard the endless voices outside the temple, obviously the group of heroes had arrived at the door. Xuan Ci said: "Senior Brother Xuansheng, please go out to greet you, so as not to wait for distant guests." He immediately stood up and walked to the eaves of the main hall.

After a while, I saw dozens of heroes accompanied by Xuansheng and Zhike monks to the front of the main hall.

Xuan Ci, Xuan Lonely, Xuan Sheng, etc., although they are diligent practitioners of Buddhism, but after all, they are good at martial arts, and when they meet their colleagues in the martial arts, they all have the intimacy of sympathy.

Shaolin monks in the layman's way, make a lot of friends outside the party, among the heroes who came, quite a lot of Xuanzi generation, wisdom generation monks of the close friends, each holding hands to see each other, happily said goodbye, welcome into the hall, if not the old acquaintance between the heroes, but also admired for a long time.

Xuan Ci and the others had just welcomed Heshuo Qunhao into the main hall, and the monk came in to report again, saying that dozens of martial arts figures from Shandong and Huainan came to worship the mountain.

Xuan Xuan went out to welcome him into the temple.

A black-faced man muttered loudly: "That sword demon is so big, let our heroes of the world wait for him alone?"

A person next to him said with a smile: "Brother, what are you anxious about? Since you are here, you want to see the excitement, do you still have a share?" Of course, let's play first, and the right corner will slowly come out. ”

Xuan Ci said loudly: "You all came to our temple, and Shaolin Temple is very honored. It's just that the hospitality is not good, and I beg your pardon. ”

Qunhao said: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the abbot doesn't have to be polite." ”

Wang Chan said in front of everyone that he wanted to worship the mountain in Juxian Village that day, and in addition to the propaganda of those disciples of the Xingzhu faction everywhere, now no one in the entire Jianghu is afraid that no one knows that the sword demon has made an appointment to fight Shaolin.

This clearly shows that he wants to defeat the Shaolin monks with martial arts, suppress the prestige of the Shaolin faction that has been famous in martial arts for hundreds of years, and have a posture of being the first in the world.

This matter is related to the reputation of Shaolin for a hundred years, so Xuan Ci did not invite the heroes to the Shaolin Temple to help the fist, but the martial arts characters are all happy and do not like to be quiet, for the sword demon and Shaolin to compete for each other's strength, which one does not want to witness it in person, and participate in the grand event? At this time, the most said by everyone in the hall was one sentence: "Can Shaolin stop that sword demon?"

Xuan Ci glanced at all the senior brothers, his mood was extremely heavy, these **** found those lay disciples who had fought with Wang Chan and carefully inquired about the details of the battle between the two sides, and then discussed with Xuan Lin for a few days, but still failed to find a way to deal with Wang Chan. Even Xuan Jian couldn't make Wang Chan make a second move, and they didn't even know the details of Wang Chan's martial arts at this time, so how could they deal with it.

After a short time, the heroes of Lianghu and Jiangnan arrived, the heroes of Sichuan and Shaanxi, and the heroes of Liangguang also arrived. The heroes are thousands of miles apart from the north and south, but they all arrive in one day.

On this day, the heroes of the world gathered in Songshan Shaolin.

On the Songshan Mountain Road.

"Cousin, are we really going to deal with that sword demon?" A woman in white looked at the handsome boy in front of her and asked, only to see that she was thinly dressed and pitiful, but her eyes were full of love at this time.

The woman in white is Wang Yuyan, and the handsome son in front of her is naturally Murong Fu.

Murong Fu ran in all directions, thinking of reviving the country wholeheartedly, and he couldn't even concentrate on the cultivation of martial arts, and his love for his children was even more light. Hearing Wang Yuyan's words at this moment, I felt slightly bored in my heart, but I saw that his brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't reply.

"Miss Wang, don't worry, with the strength of the princess, she will definitely be able to beat that bullshit sword demon all over the ground to find teeth, and she has to let out this evil breath. Bao Wei remembered the humiliation he had suffered that night in front of the perfume pavilion, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

"That is, who can match the martial arts of the prince in this river and lake, Miss Wang, you can rest assured. Abi's face was full of adoration.

Murong Fu's eyes were resolute, and his right hand under his sleeve robe held the hilt of the sword tightly, and his green tendons were violent. He is bound to win this trip to Shaolin, just wait for the sword demon and Shaolin to fight for a defeat, and then he will come out at the most critical time to defeat Wang Chan, envelop the martial arts heroes, and when the time comes, it is hoped that Dayan will return to the country.

As for the failure, he Murong Fu never considered it.

The other side.

"Dad, why do we have to come to Shaolin, it's not easy for the family to be reunited. ”

"It's like, what's so nice about a herd of bald asses. ”

If Wang Chan could recognize the two of them at a glance, even if they were dressed as men now, it was Ah Zhu and Ah Zi, and the father in their mouth was naturally Duan Zhengchun, the king of Dali Town.

Duan Zhengchun glanced at Ah Zi and reproached: "Ah Zi, don't be rude." Shaolin Temple is my friend of Dali Duan, Shaolin Xuanbei Master died in our Dali, we have so far to help him find the murderer. Now that Shaolin is in trouble, how can we stand idly by. ”

"Okay, Ah Zi is wrong, just say it. Why bother to keep a straight face, who to show the murder? When the child has suffered for so many years, there is no trace of you, and now I want to be a strict father. A beautiful "Brother Gongzi" beside him looked at Duan Zhengchun and said with white eyes.

I saw that this person's big black eyes were shining, shining like stars, flowing and looking forward to, extremely flexible, as if he could speak with only one eye, with a beautiful face, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, about thirty-five or sixteen years old. Whether it is his expression or eyebrows, he is vaguely similar to Ah Zhu, and it is Ruan Xingzhu who is dressed as a man.

Looking at the noisy appearance of the family, Azhu's face showed a happy smile.

Duan Zhengchun and his entourage, accompanied by four retainers from Yuqiao and Gengyu.

With Wang Chan's tips, it is not surprising that Ah Zhu can find Ruan Xingzhu and Duan Zhengchun, but Ah Zi, who has been abolished in martial arts, can also stage a scene where father and daughter recognize each other, which makes Wang Chan have to sigh at the impermanence of providence.

The two groups met unexpectedly at the Shaolin Mountain Gate.

Whether it is Gusu Murong who "repays the other with his way", or Duan Zhengchun, the king of Dali Zhennan, whose fame is far away in the Central Plains, it stands to reason that no matter which one of them is destined to attract the attention of everyone on the field, but in fact, at this time, everyone's eyes fell on a man in a green shirt behind them.

Murong Fu sensed something, turned around and looked at the man, his brows furrowed slightly. (To be continued.) )