The person who came was elegant and elegant, and his appearance was extraordinary, it was Murong Fu.

It seems that I don't know what adventures I have obtained, but my skills have improved greatly, and I have a lot of confidence in my gestures.

Li Qingluo has never been willing to see Murong Fu, not to mention that he mocked his godfather just now, so he ridiculed him.

Referring to the humiliation of being stripped naked and humiliated that day, Murong Fu's fair face was distorted for a while, and he said, "Of course, my nephew is not as good as my uncle, and I still know shame." ”

When he said this, he was ironizing her and Mo Xiaolou for not being clear, and the melon field was down.

The group of heroes was in an uproar, and secretly said that this kid was so kind, and he spoke like this in front of Ding Lao Mo.

Li Qingluo frowned, glanced at him, and said clearly, "Heh, it turned out that he forcibly penetrated the Heaven and Earth Twin Bridges by external forces, and took a large number of genius earth treasures to improve his skills, no wonder he was so confident." But don't you pretend to be your Li Yanzong in the Yipintang of Western Xia, what are you doing in Shaolin? Could it be that you are ready to take the leader of the martial arts alliance and restore the country with the help of the power of martial arts? Hmph, you think it's quite beautiful!"

Murong Fu didn't pay attention to her anymore, and only sneered, "Hmph, what is Yipintang, what is martial arts, how can it be compared to my Dayan Dynasty!"

"Hahaha" Suddenly, another long laugh came from the bottom of the mountain, although it was a one-person laughter, but it directly suppressed the noisy discussion of everyone.

In the midst of the long laughter, a person appeared in front of Murong Fu and said loudly to Murong Fu, "My son is arrogant, reckless, and mediocre, how can he be compared with my Dayan royal family." ”

This person looks to be in his sixties, tall and straight, dressed in black, although he is in his prime, he is clear and beautiful, with a ruler beard and a half-white long beard under his chin, listen to his name, who is not Murong Bo?

The elders of the beggar gang and the monks of the Shaolin Temple paid attention to the mountain gate after hearing the long smile, and now that they saw the person who came, Xuan Ci was stunned for a moment, and shouted in a deep voice, "Murong Bo, you are really not dead!"

It was only at this time that Mo Xiaolou opened his eyes and said loudly, "Since Murong Bo has appeared, Xiao Yuanshan, won't you come to meet your enemy?"

The words fell, but there was no movement, Mo Xiaolou sneered, and said to Xuan Ci, "The matter of Yanmen Pass, Murong Bo reported it to you." ”

"What?" exclaimed, and in the next moment, another old man dressed in black appeared, looking at his appearance, he was seven points similar to Qiao Feng, at this time he glared at Xuan Ci angrily, his eyes showed a fierce light, "Xuan Ci." What Ding Chunqiu said, but is it true?"

"Amitabha. Xuan Ci proclaimed the Buddha's number, looked around at the heroes who were all suspicious, and said gloomily, "Now, the old man is no longer hiding it." Yes, on the day of the Yanmen Pass tragedy, the eldest brother who took the lead was me. ”

Wow –

There was an uproar, if it weren't for someone in the know, who would have thought that the leading brother Qiao Feng had been looking for these days would be the authentic leader of this Xuanmen, Master Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple?

Thirty years ago, Lao Ke also mistakenly believed the slander of the old benefactor of Murong "Xuan Ci had a sad look on his face, and told the events of the year one by one. It's a pity that Qiao Feng is in Dali at this time, otherwise he will have a chance to take revenge.

Xiao Yuanshan suddenly turned around, his eyes were red, he looked at Murong Bo like a fierce wolf, and said to Mo Xiaolou in a low voice, "I heard that Feng'er and Mr. Ding are brothers, and the enmity of brothers, it is not enough to repay it, Feng'er is not here today, can Mr. Ding help the old man kill this fang?!"

Seeing that Mo Xiaolou didn't respond, Li Qingluo took a step forward and said eagerly, "A small role like Murong Bo is not worth the action of his father-in-law. In this way, how about this cute master personally help you understand him?"

Xiao Yuanshan smiled noncommittally, but his eyes looked at Mo Xiaolou seriously.

"Damn, what do you mean!" his disregarded appearance made Li Qingluo furious, pointing at him and saying angrily.

Xiao Yuanshan still didn't bother to look at her.

Fortunately, Mo Xiaolou relieved her in time and said, "Don't worry." This Murong father and son seem to have something to do, and look at how the two of them will perform today. ”

Hearing Mo Xiaolou's expression, the self-organised Star Gate man shouted, "Murong Bo, please start your performance!"

Murong Bo's face flashed with anger, and then put on a posture of looking at the heroes, and said loudly, "Everyone in the world knows that the emperor of the Song State is mediocre and emphasizes literature over martial arts, which has led to my Central Plains martial arts being repeatedly oppressed by foreign clans, and the imperial court regards our warriors as reckless. Alas, thinking back then, the Great Sui Yuwen Taishi, who was also born in martial arts, was ranked as the third duke, and wiped out the Turkic millions of cavalry with a horse and spear, how majestic——"

"Okay!" the man from before stroked his palm and shouted, "Master Yuwen is really a model for my generation. ”

Murong Bo was halfway through speaking, but he was interrupted by Hengjia, the corners of his mouth twitched and he almost forgot to say something, glared at the man, and hurriedly said

"On the other hand, in today's dynasty, it is the general who is not in charge of the army, and the corrupt Confucianism rules the world, isn't it a big fallacy? If you are willing to help my Murong clan recover Dayan, then you will be the founding heroes of my Dayan in the future, and glory and wealth will be at your fingertips. As for the sealing of the prime minister and the sealing of the territory, it is not a problem. I wonder if you think so?"

"Well said!" the previous man praised, "please continue." ”

Mo Xiaolou looked at this person with appreciative eyes, "You are very promising, what is your name?"

When the man saw that the sect master took the initiative to ask, he was so excited that he was shaking and sifting chaff, and replied with great joy, "The villain has a lot of money, he is the third-generation disciple of the Xingzhu Authentic Sect, and he was transferred from the rudder of the Drum Mountain to the main altar half a month ago. ”

"Qian Duoduo" Mo Xiaolou choked, "This name is too ugly, so be it." This seat mentions you as a second-generation disciple, and your name is called Qian Bag. ”

Qian Duoduo was overjoyed, and thanked him, "Thank you to the old immortal for giving me a name!

"Well, get up and go on. ”

Qian Baozi stood up, looked at Murong Bo with an angry face, and said, "Huh, why don't you act?"

"Looking for death!" Murong Bo was repeatedly offended, and finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, snorted coldly, waved his finger, and a stream of true anger went straight to the center of the money bag's eyebrows.

Qian Bag screamed, his figure turned, dodged his fingers between moves, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and scolded, "I'll wipe it." The master who has been famous for decades sneaked up on me, the third generation of the stars, oh no, it's the second generation of disciples, and it hasn't been sneaked up yet. This Murong family is too wasteful!"

This point, the little monk has already understood. "There was a burst of blue smoke, and the cute king Gu Mozhi appeared.

As soon as he came out, he looked at Murong Bo coldly and said, "If it weren't for the eldest brother to wake up, I really didn't know the sinister intentions of you to give me seventy-two stunts back then!"

After sneering, he came to Mo Xiaolou's side, first glanced at him angrily, and complained, "For the sake of the eldest brother, the little monk almost lost his position as a national teacher." ”

Mo Xiaolou knew that he was joking, and said with a smile: "Two brothers for a lifetime, who will you help me if you don't help me." ”

"Huh. ”

Murong Bo saw that after he appeared, all the rhythms were taken away, and he was already angry in his heart, but he was fully prepared this time, but he was not flustered, and said confidently, "Everyone." A certain family can give you another chance, and it is still too late to be willing to attach to our Murong family. If you wait a little longer"

"Bah!" Naturally, some patriots came out and scolded angrily, "Let go of your mother's bullshit! How can we, the people of the Song Dynasty, be attached to you, a foreign dog!

Murong Bo sneered and said, "It seems that everyone, I still don't know the situation at this time. ”

He suddenly pulled a ringing arrow, and suddenly the entire Shaomu Mountain, in the dense forests, was crowded, and it seemed that there were countless soldiers ambushing in the entire mountain.

These people, there is no shortage of bows and arrows, bed crossbows, they are regular troops!

Mo Xiaolou was shocked and said to Murong Bo, "Interesting." It seems that the forces you are attached to are not small, otherwise you would not dare to appear here."

Murong Bo snorted, and said loudly, "My Murong family is the Great Yan royal family, how can I be attached to others?

Mo Xiaolou shook the feather fan, noncommittal.

The others are not as calm as him, although they are all the best in their respective sects, they all know the strength of the bow and arrow in the army. For thousands of years, the reason why martial arts could not compete with the imperial court, and the reason why the imperial court had no fear, was that they relied on a strong bow and a hard crossbow.

The crowd couldn't help but sweat in their palms. A sharp-minded person suddenly thought of something, and glared at Xuan Ci angrily and said, "Abbot Xuanci! As the host, your Shaolin Temple actually let people ambush the soldiers in the Shaolin Mountain, can you give us an explanation!"

Xuan Ci was about to say something, but suddenly an old voice resounded throughout the mountain gate, "Good, good! ”

I saw a thin monk in a green robe standing in front of Xuan Ci. This monk is quite old, his sparse long beard is already white, his movements are slow, he has no strength, and he does not look like he has martial arts. But when he suddenly arrived, no one could see his movements, and the old monk was obviously not as weak as he seemed.

Li Qingluo's eyes lit up, "The stinky monk finally came out." ”

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