Facing Cao Xu's tortoise shell, Xiao Feng, who was rushing over, took advantage of the situation to jump up, and with a push of both palms, it was the most fierce and domineering style among the twenty-eight palms of the dragon descending, and the flying dragon was in the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Facing Xiao Feng's palm that fell from the sky, Cao Xu didn't dare to slack off. With both hands, the left palm is weak and powerless, and as soon as it is pulled and drawn, most of the strength is deflected, and the dignified right palm is slowly struck out.

With a "boom", the palms struck each other, and a strong wave of qi surged around, Cao Xu took three steps back, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

Xiao Feng flew up with his strength, retreated a few zhang, and landed on the ground.

Wu Xingyun on the side waved his hand to disperse the surging qi waves, and after seeing Cao Xu's two moves, he bowed slightly.

Although these two moves are not the original moves in the Tianshan Six Yang Palms, they are both deeply related to the Yin and Yang Dao contained in the Tianshan Six Yang Palms.

One palm is suitable for movement and stillness, and the other palm is both virtual and real, which are all rare tricks.

"Good handwriting. Xiao Feng praised loudly.

As he spoke, Cao Xu had already swooped in, as fast as the wind, his left palm was like a big river rushing out of the valley, and his right palm was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and they all attacked Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng was not in a hurry, his left palm was round, his right palm was straight, and he made a move to "see the dragon in the field", this move was purely defensive, but a strong wall was laid between the two, and the enemy was blocked, and the enemy was invisible.

"Boom", the air waves are rolling, the momentum is even greater than before, Cao Xu refining the qi into Gang, Xiao Feng is born brave, it is the chess opponent, will meet the good talent.

The two people who fought were fighting in the dark on the top of the drum mountain, and some of the moves in the twenty-eight palms of the dragon descending were gradually abandoned by Xiao Feng, and between the changes in the moves, they became more and more natural.

And the Tianshan Liuyang palm in Cao Xu's hand is also more rounded, rigid and soft, fast and slow, light and heavy, dynamic and static, virtual and real, between the changes in the palm, all kinds of mysteries are pinched at will, no longer as clear as before, and truly integrated.

"Hahaha, happy, happy. After stopping, Xiao Feng said with a laugh.

"Thank you Uncle Xiao for your advice. Cao Xu said.

"The depth of your skill is beyond my imagination, and the only thing I can guide is this palm. Azhu has recovered, and I plan to go down tomorrow. Xiao Feng said.

"At the foot of the Drum Mountain, it's not peaceful now. Uncle Xiao should not be careless. Cao Xu said.

"Those clowns who jump off the beam under the mountain are vulnerable. Xiao Feng said.

The news that Xiao Feng and Ah Zhu appeared in Drum Mountain can't be hidden from those who have a heart. If it weren't for Su Xinghe coming forward to block it, those people would have been killed up the mountain long ago.

"I've also heard about Uncle Xiao. It's not hard to guess who the 'big brother in the lead' is. Uncle Xiao set out from Henan, made a big circle, and finally returned to Henan, but in the end he found nothing. But in Henan, there is a sect that has been ignored by you, Uncle Xiao, intentionally or unintentionally. Cao Xu said, stretching out his hand and pointing in the direction of Songshan.

"Shao, Lin, Temple?" Xiao Feng said word by word.

"In this world, apart from the Shaolin Temple, except for the famous 'Fuhu' Arhat, who can make so many people rather die than speak?" Cao Xu said.

Cao Xu's words were like the cold wind on the top of the mountain, blowing away the fog in Xiao Feng's heart.

For a long time, he didn't think about Shaolin Temple, but because of the guilt in his heart, he didn't want to think like this. The gold-lettered signboard of Shaolin Temple has always been sacred and inviolable for Xiao Feng, who grew up at the foot of Shaolin Mountain since he was a child.

In his mind, all the trivial clues were connected, Xiao Feng looked in the direction of Songshan, and two lines of tears welled up in his eyes.

"Over the years, Master Xuanbei has gone to Gusu Yanziwu many times to explore something from the Murong clan. A few months ago, Master Xuanci died under the 'Dawei camel pestle' that he was best at on the way to Dali, so it is very likely that the person who spread the news back then was Murong Bo, who had disappeared from the rivers and lakes for more than ten years. Cao Xu finished his words in one breath.

"Ahh When Azhu on the side heard this, he exclaimed.

"Nan Murong, Gusu Murong clan. Xiao Feng muttered these two words and said in disbelief: "If it's really them, then what's it for?"

"The Gusu Murong clan prides itself on being a nobleman of Tianhuang and a royal family of Yan Kingdom. The greatest thing to ask for is nothing more than the matter of 'restoring the country'. Uncle Xiao, don't you think that the name 'Murong Fu' has revealed a lot of information. Miss Azhu should know more or less about these things. Cao Xu said.

Xiao Feng set his eyes on Ah Zhu on the side, only to see Ah Zhu uncertain, at a loss, on one side is a benefactor, on the other side is a lover, she doesn't know how to choose?

Many things don't really need to be said, and Azhu's performance has clearly told Xiao Feng that what Cao Xu said is the truth.

"In order to restore the country, the Murong clan deliberately provoked the war between the Song and Liao Kingdoms, and what happened more than thirty years ago is likely to be just one of them. Now Murong Bo's life and death are a mystery, and Murong Fu's whereabouts are secret, but as long as Uncle Xiao investigates according to this clue, he will definitely get something. Cao Xu said.

The mystery in his heart was solved, but Xiao Feng was not happy at all. National hatred and family hatred, right and wrong, are all entangled together, making it difficult for him to express his nostalgia.

At this time, Cao Xu changed the topic and said: "Miss Azhu's appearance is very similar to a girl Azi I once saw, she was also separated from her parents since she was a child, with the word 'Duan' engraved on her shoulder, and another golden lock on her body as a token ....... ”

When Azhu heard this, she immediately came back to her senses, she trembled her hands, took a golden lock from her neck, handed it over, and said, "I also have a 'paragraph' on my shoulder, and I also have a golden lock on my body. ”

Cao Xu stretched out his hand and took it, this golden lock was very exquisite, and there were two lines of small words rusted on the lock plate: "The stars in the sky, shining, forever brilliant, long and peaceful." ”

He nodded and said, "On the golden lock of that Ah Zi girl, the rusty one is 'Lakeside Bamboo, full of green, peace, and joy.'" 'Twelve words. Perhaps, you really are sisters. Miss Azhu can go to the South Wangfu of Dali Town in the future. Duan Zhengchun, the king of Dali Zhennan, should also be your biological father. ”

The next day, Xiao Feng and Ah Zhu went down the mountain.

Cao Xu quietly looked at their distant backs, and Wu Xingyun on the side said, "You don't plan to follow secretly, take care of one or two." ”

Cao Xu shook his head and said, "Uncle Xiao is thick and fine, since he still chose to go down the mountain, he must have thought it through. Why should I worry? Besides, everyone should not be responsible for their own choices, what does Sister Wizard think?"

Wu Xingyun didn't answer, flicked his sleeves, and drifted away.