Chapter 50: The Heroes (I)

Deng Baichuan has heard a lot of absurd and strange things, and has also seen a lot of treacherous and insidious traps, walking on the rivers and lakes every year, he will brush shoulders with death several times a year, so he is not afraid of death, and can already deal with it calmly. However, when he heard Wang Yuyan come up with that 'absurd' answer, he had an unprecedented fear, and in an instant sweat had soaked his clothes.

Glancing at Deng Baichuan, who had a look of disbelief, with a beautiful and fragrant face, Wang Yuyan, who was wearing a lilac fringed skirt, showed an expected look, she looked at the green lake surrounded by the fence in Qingyun Villa, and sighed softly: "I hope my guess is wrong, otherwise it is true, then it proves that the ink pouring pool is about to launch a shocking conspiracy with ancient and modern times and careful thinking, and the rivers and lakes and even the world will be bloody because of this." After that, Wang Yuyan looked at Deng Baichuan, who was still stunned, and said, "Brother Deng, if my cousin comes back, please be sure to tell him my speculation." ”

At this moment, Deng Baichuan, who was experienced in the rivers and lakes, looked up at the woman in the city in front of him, who was unfamiliar to him, and sighed: "Miss Wang, the prince has arrived in Suzhou City this morning, and now he has been invited by Qiao Feng Qiao to the Dazhi rudder." ”

Wang Yuyan's delicate body trembled violently, and she didn't say anything, but Deng Baichuan saw that Wang Yuyan's eyebrows and eyes were like spring mountains, and there was an unprecedented sadness between her eyebrows, melancholy, the innocent Miss Table actually revealed her sorrow, was Miss Table's judgment correct? In the past, Deng Baichuan would never think like this, he never took Wang Yuyan's words as a serious matter, but now he has to think about it.

Wang Yuyan's analysis is methodical, logical, and meticulous, and it is difficult to find the slightest reason for doubt. "I'll go and meet my son immediately!" Deng Baichuan has always been a decisive person, and immediately walked out of the room, this matter is very important, so he can't hesitate at all.

Deng Baichuan, who walked out of the door, didn't notice that Wang Yuyan, who was standing in front of the window and looking at the green lake, did not stretch a little because of his words, and a faint sigh sounded in Qingyunzhuang: If my estimate is right, it should be too late.

Bao is different, the turmoil is evil, Gongye Qian, and Murong Fu were entertained by the disciples of the beggar gang when they entered Suzhou City, and the famous 'Ten Directions Xiucai' Quan Guanqing personally greeted him by the Dazhi rudder master beggar gang, and asked Murong Fu and others to move and discuss important matters.

Therefore, Murong Fu took three retainers and went with Quan Guanqing, and met Qiao Feng in a very secluded but spacious mansion outside Suzhou. This was the third meeting between Murong Fu and Qiao Feng.

In this mansion that can accommodate more than thirty people at the same time, Murong Fu not only met Qiao Feng, but also met several unexpected figures: Shaolin Xuanci Abbot, the first Xuansheng of the Prajna Academy, the first Xuansheng of the Precept Academy, the Tubo National Teacher Jiu Mozhi, the two owners of Juxianzhuang, You Ji, You Juju, Songyangzi, the seven heroes of Shan Jiazhuang, Xu Zhuocheng, the swordsman of Xiaoxiang, the owner of Zuojiazhuang, Kunlun, Diancang, the head of the iron sword, and many other famous characters on the rivers and lakes.

Between Murong Fu's slightly stunned eyes, led by Xuan Ci, Xuan Sheng, Xuan Lian, and Qiao Feng, more than 20 heroes from all over the world saluted Murong Fu. Qiao Feng, as the inviter and host of this gathering, said: "Brother Murong was invited to come this time just because he asked for one thing, and I hope that Murong Gongzi can allow it." ”

Murong Fu, who has always been good at observing words and colors, and distinguishing between truth and fiction, immediately noticed the unusual aura in Qiao Feng's words, which was completely different from the usual heroic dry clouds but showed a dull, depressed and angry look, which was obviously a person who could suppress his anger, he remained silent, suppressed the murder incident that he wanted to explain the recent rumors of 'returning the other way to the other' in the rivers and lakes, bowed his hand slightly, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with a smile like a spring breeze, and said: " If Murong Fu has the ability to help the helper, he will not dare to refuse. ”

"Thank you!" Qiao Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of gratitude, and then he waved his hand to signal Murong Fu to sit beside him, Shaolin Xuanci, Xuansheng, and Xuanlin, the three highest-ranking Shaolin monks, Murong Fu's face was calm and obedient, but a trace of discoloration flashed in his eyes, and he secretly wondered in his heart: Qiao Feng attaches so much importance to me, and there are so many martial arts people gathered here, obviously there is a big matter to discuss, but I don't know why this matter is?

The high and majestic tone sounded, interrupting his thoughts, only to see that Qiao Feng had already risen from the ground, arched his hand, and swept his sharp eyes one by one over the more than 20 chivalrous and famous people who were not weak in the rivers and lakes, and said: "On behalf of the beggar gang, thank you for coming here with your fellow martial arts people, and the reason for inviting you to participate in this matter today is because of a big man who has risen above the rivers and lakes in recent years. ”

"Qiao Gang Master, please speak up, who is this person, and why did you invite us here?" Qiao Feng's words landed, and Xiaoxiang swordsman Xu Zhuocheng spoke.

Qiao Feng smiled softly and said lightly: "This person lives in Suzhou and lives in Wenyi Longyuan, and he is the young talent who has risen in the rivers and lakes in recent years. ”

Although the words are light, they are a stone that startles a thousand waves.

The two owners of Shan Jia Zhuang Qixiong and Juxian Zhuang even couldn't help but stand up under the gaffe, and in an instant, the originally lively hall seemed to be blocked by cold ice and the cold wind was raging, showing the silent coldness and cold into the bone marrow.

After a while, someone asked: "Oh, it's Mo Dump Chi Mo Gongzi, I Zuo don't understand what Qiao Gang Master means, Qiao Gang Master invited us to gather here to crusade against Mo Dump Chi Mo Gongzi, or because Mo Gongzi has something big, so that he needs us to rescue and help?" Hehe, if it is the former, if Qiao Gang Master does not come up with specific evidence, I Zuo Qiu Ming will be the first to disagree, if it is the latter, I Zuo Qiu Ming has received the great favor of Mo Gongzi, naturally it is incumbent on me, although I have no regrets. A cold-faced man slapped the table and stood up from behind the two owners of Juxian Village, his eyes flashing with cold light.

Zuo Qiu Ming, the owner of Zuojiazhuang, a famous hero in Hebei, was a disciple of Shaolin layman, and then broke through the rivers and lakes, there were occasional adventures in the rivers and lakes, and the Shaolin fists and feet learned from Shaolin and the swordsmanship obtained by chance were integrated, and he created a set of fists and feet for the sword, and the sword was a mysterious move for the fists and feet.

In the past, Zuo Qiu Ming was not well managed, coupled with his bold nature, and he helped others, which led to the almost demise of the famous Zuojiazhuang, so there was a thing in Zuojiazhuang that made the whole martial arts know about it, that is, two years ago, a young man visited Zuojiazhuang, promised Zuojiazhuang 10,000 taels of silver, and then helped Zuojiazhuang to run the family business himself, making the sluggish Zuojiazhuang a rare wealth family in Hebei, which Zuo Qiu Ming remembered, so listening to Qiao Feng's vague words, the cold-faced and enthusiastic Zuojiazhuang owner immediately slapped the table and directly expressed his attitude。

Words are like knives and guns piercing the harmonious atmosphere carefully arranged by Qiao Feng, Xuan Ci and others.

The suffering of turning the war into a jade silk is incomparable, and the fight is only a moment away from drawing the jade silk.

Xiaoxiang swordsman, Shan Jia Zhuang Qixiong, Juxian Zhuang owner, and Ouyang Qingfeng, the person from the Iron Sword Gate, all got up to express their agreement with Zuo Qiu Ming's words, and asked the beggars to help Shaolin Mingcha, but many people said that they were opposed to Zuo Qiu Ming and others, and in an instant, the situation turned into an uncontrollable situation that Qiao Feng and Xuan Ci did not expect.

The two martial arts people are competing against each other, and it seems that they are about to clash at any time.

Xuan Ci and Qiao Feng couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts, most of these people in front of them were people they trusted and relied on very much, but even if these people had such a good impression of Mo Dumping, not to mention the people in the rivers and lakes who were relatively unfamiliar?

The two of them couldn't help but sweat coldly in their hearts, but they can imagine how much effort the fledgling ink pouring pool has put into buying people's hearts on the rivers and lakes in the past few years.

Qiao Feng and Xuan Ci had discussed the main topic of the crusade against the Ink Dumping Pool in a relatively calm atmosphere, but they didn't want everyone to react so violently that they had to change their plans and discuss the matter of the Ink Dumping Pool in a way that tried to get a dagger out of sight.

At this moment, in addition to Qiao Feng, Xuan Ci and other people who knew about Mo Dumping's conspiracy and ambition, they were shocked, and at the same time, there was another person who couldn't help but look gloomy, and this person was Murong Fu.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Murong Fu felt an indescribable sense of crisis, when Songshan Shi Mo Dump Chi had talked to him about plans, one of which was to weaken the prestige of Shaolin and the Beggars Gang Taishan Beidou in the rivers and lakes, and then fight for the leader of the martial arts alliance in the opportunity of the empire's disruption, and then try to plan a follow-up plan.

Originally, in his eyes, this plan could not be completed in a moment, but in the current situation, it seems that the ink dumping pool has completed most of these plans, and now it seems that he only needs to weaken the prestige of Shaolin and the beggar gang in the hearts of the people of the rivers and lakes to complete this plan.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu, who was originally troubled and depressed because of Xiaojinghu's mistakes and the rumors of killing people in the rivers and lakes these days, now saw that Mo Dumping Chi had such a terrible reputation on the rivers and lakes, thinking of this, Murong Fu's heart couldn't help but sink even more, he looked at everyone present coldly, and his mind was gloomy and uncertain.

After restraining himself a few times to prevent himself from thinking wildly, Murong Fu restrained his emotions, but then Qiao Feng's words almost shattered Murong Fu's desire to stand still, and a crazy thought took root and quickly filled Murong Fu's mind.

"Although I, Qiao Feng, also hope that Mo Gongzi is a righteous person who creates well-being for the martial arts world, but the facts are all there, and the evidence is ironclad, so I invite you to come here today to gather together for the crusade against the Mo Dump Pool in the Seven Apricot Forest in the beginning of July. "It's not a loud voice, but it's just enough to drown out everyone's noise and reach everyone's ears.

Xuan Ci, who had been paying attention to the changes in the situation, saw that the situation was suddenly incomparably sharp and conflicting, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart, and sighed secretly.

On the one hand, like Qiao Feng, he sighed at the prestige of the ink dumping pool in the eyes of many people in the rivers and lakes, and on the other hand, he was glad that if it was not for the timely discovery of the ink dumping pool's conspiracy, I am afraid that the martial arts of the rivers and lakes would really fall into the hands of this conspiracy and traitor, he slowly stood up, and at this moment he knew that it should be time for his Shaolin abbot to stand up.

Hatama Zhi, who was silently watching this scene, lowered his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile that others could not see.