Scripture Pavilion.

Qiao Feng's father and son, Murong Fu's father and son, actually started to discuss how to destroy the Great Song Dynasty and how to lead Da Liao and Da Yan to dominate the world in front of so many Great Song Dynasty martial arts colleagues, and they didn't seem to take the onlookers in their eyes at all, and they were unscrupulous.

At this time.

"Amitabha, Mr. Murong, when I heard that Mr. went west, the little monk was very sad, it turned out that Mr. has been living in seclusion here, and there is another deep meaning, today to see Mr., the little monk is very happy, long gone. ”

Just as the four of them were confronting each other, a voice sounded, and then a figure was seen sweeping up the roof of the Scripture Pavilion and coming to Murong Bo.

Harumachi!

"Hahaha, because of the affairs of my family and country, I pretended to be dead, so that the master you are worried. ”

Seeing that the person who came was his former old friend Gu Mozhi, Murong Bo stroked his beard and said with a smile.

This old boy really hasn't left Shaolin yet! It seems that it is really a raccoon dog, people are divided into groups, and things are gathered by like.

Xiao Jun, who was standing on the wheel, saw the sudden appearance of Gu Mozhi, pursed his lips, and thought to himself.

"How dare you, how dare you, when I was guided by Mr. and gave the little monk Shaolin 72 stunt gist, the little monk remembered it in his heart, and today I see that Mr. is still alive, it is really happy. ”

Kumachi clasped his hands together and said with a smile.

Looking at Murong Bo and Gu Mozhi, who were starting to reminisce as if no one was around, Qiao Feng couldn't help but snort coldly, his face unhappy.

Hearing this cold snort, Murong Bo took a few steps forward and pointed at Qiao Feng's father and son.

"This Xiao father and son are willing to kill me, what does the master think?"

Murong Bo looked at Gu Mozhi and said slowly, with a look of meaning between his eyebrows and eyes, as if he felt that he had an extra chance of winning.

"Hehehe, since the little monk and Mr. are confidants and friends, how can they stand by and watch?"

Gu Mozhi seemed to have guessed the meaning of Murong Bo's words, and bluntly stated his position.

"Hmph! Today's matter, regardless of life or death, I will not give up! Even if you trick everyone into making enemies of my father and son, how can I, Xiao Feng, be afraid!

Qiao Feng snorted coldly, with a look of disdain, and as soon as his words fell, he had already slammed his palm towards Murong Bo, accompanied by a roar of tigers and dragons!

Murong Bo didn't dare to take it hard, his body was slightly sideways, and he used his palm power to pull Qiao Feng's palm power away, and the rubble flew sideways for a while, which showed how strong Qiao Feng's palm strength was.

"You are really called Bei Qiao Feng in vain, you call yourself a hero but you forget that you are a courtier of Da Liao, you only remember your personal enmity, but you don't take into account the foundation of Da Liao, I think you have long been assimilated by the people of the Great Song Dynasty and have forgotten where you come from!"

Murong Bo was still shocked, took two steps back, shook his head, and said disappointedly.

"I don't need you to point fingers at me! With the temperament of your Murong family, even if our father and son help you revive Dayan, I'm afraid you will turn the spearhead at Da Liao at that time, don't try to hide it from me!"

Qiao Feng said coldly, unmoved.

"Eat the king's lu, be loyal to the king, don't think about serving the country, how can you be worthy of Da Liao!?"

Murong Bo questioned loudly, as if it was not Da Yan who he wanted to revive, but Da Liao.

"Have you ever seen the tragic situation of the Song and Liao people killing each other at the border gate? Is it a scene of wives being separated and families ruined? The Song and Liao have finally stopped fighting for decades, and if the swords and soldiers rise again, and the Song and Liao iron cavalry will go toe-to-toe, how many Song people will be killed tragically, and how many Liao people will die unexpectedly? !

"We fought a river of blood, and the bones were like mountains, but we let your Murong clan wait for the opportunity to revive the Yan Kingdom, I, Xiao Feng, are loyal to the Great Liao Jing to serve the country, I am protecting the land and the people, and I am not for killing people and taking land, and making meritorious contributions!"

Qiao Feng looked at Murong Bo coldly, and said arrogantly, categorically.

Listening to Qiao Feng's words, Xiao Yuanshan on the side couldn't help but nod again and again, and his heart seemed to be open for a while, and his face was full of relief.

"Good and good, Xiao Daxia is kind-hearted, so thinking of the common people in the world, it is really a bodhisattva's heart. ”

At this moment, an old voice came and reached the ears of everyone present.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, looking around, looking for the owner of the voice. Immediately afterwards, I saw an old monk hunched over, holding a broom, snatching out of the back of the Scripture Pavilion, obviously walking very slowly, but moving extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye had walked to the door of the Scripture Pavilion.

It's finally out of the picture, old man!

Xiao Jun, who was standing outside the crowd, finally showed a smile on the corner of his mouth after seeing that the sweeping monk was innocent, and the person he was waiting for finally came.

The five people standing on the roof of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion also saw the sweeping monks below, and they couldn't help but look at them all, with a suspicious expression. When this person appeared nearby, none of them even noticed.

"How long have you been hiding here?!"

Murong Fu looked coldly at the old monk who was sweeping the floor and shouted.

"The donor is asking me how long I've been hiding here?"

Innocent said without replying, still sweeping the piles of fallen leaves on the ground, and his tone was calm, although the voice was low, but it was enough for everyone to hear clearly.

"Yes, who else but you!?"

Murong Fu replied coldly.

"I don't remember exactly, I don't know if it was forty years or fifty years. ”

Innocence thought about it, shook his head and said.

Hearing his words, the five people on the roof all frowned, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

Especially Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, they have been hiding here for decades, but they have never seen this old monk at all.

"When Xiao Jushi first came to peek at the scriptures, I had been here for more than ten or twenty years. ”

Innocence continued to speak slowly, and after speaking, he sighed and shook his head, as if he remembered many past events.

"Later, Murong Jushi also came, you came and I came, and I turned the scriptures in the pavilion into a mess, and I don't know why. ”

Innocence said slowly while reminiscing.

"How is that possible? I've never seen you. ”

Xiao Yuanshan frowned, shook his head and said.

"The old man has never seen him. ”

Murong Bo on the side also began to echo.

"The two of them are indulged in martial arts classics, they have no distractions, and it is not unusual if they haven't seen it, since the first time Xiao Jushi borrowed the Wuxiang Tribulation Finger Book, the layman has already entered the Demon Dao, it's a pity, it's a pity. ”

The innocent monk shook his head, and as he spoke, he returned to the place he had just swept away, and swept away the leaves that had been blown away by the wind again, but as soon as he finished sweeping, the leaves were blown by the wind again, but he was unmoved at all, and seemed to be enjoying it.

If it were replaced by ordinary people, I am afraid that it would have become popular a long time ago, and even threw down the broom and ignored it.

"How do you know so well?!Who the hell are you!?"

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Innocence in surprise, unable to believe his ears.

Although they hadn't met, the old monk seemed to know everything and knew everything well, which couldn't help but make Xiao Yuanshan's back ridge chill.