But it was said that Xiao Feng was shocked when he heard the bitter words, raised his head, was extremely surprised, and asked, "Master, the child is Qiao Feng." But when am I going to kill you?"

Master Xuanku sat down on the ground with a thud, and said, "Good, good, good!" and said three "good" words in a row, and then his head tilted, and he didn't say a word, and the muscles on his face stiffened and didn't move, and he was actually angry to death.

"Senior brother!" a tall, thin old monk exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly stepped forward. There were also 17 monks in the room, all of whom were called "senior brother" and "senior brother". Three or five people rushed towards Xuanku together with the old monk. The remaining dozen or so turned pale, and they surrounded Xiao Feng in the center. Seeing this change, the four monks who had sent Xiao Feng here before also rushed in, blocking the road to the outside with two on one side.

Zhao Xuan looked at all this helplessly, the thing was obvious, it was Xiao Feng's father Xiao Yuanshan who killed Xuan Ku and the Qiao couple. The two of them looked exactly the same, so Xuan Ku mistakenly thought that Xiao Feng had come to kill him. In the end, he was angry and died.

At this time, the tall and thin old monk had already probed Xuan Ku's snort and knew that Xuan Ku had lost his breath. He is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ci, listened to Xuan Ku's dying words, especially the sentence "The good apprentice I trained with my own hands wants to kill me?", where will he give Xiao Feng a good face? His face sank, and he said solemnly and majestically: "Although the donor is no longer in the beggar gang, he is finally a mature thing in the martial arts." Today, I came to our temple and shot to kill the Xuanku junior brother, I don't know why I came, and I still hope to give advice. ”

Xiao Feng only felt a chill pouring down his back, and said in his heart: "Yes, that murderer is pretending to be me to blame me." Master heard me coming back. Ben Ji rejoices. But as soon as they saw my face. Seeing that I looked like the murderer who injured him, he said: 'It turns out that it is you, you are Qiao Feng, a good apprentice trained by me. Master and I haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and my appearance has long been different since I became an adult. Thinking about the three "good" words that Master Xuanku said before he died, he should be as sincere as a knife: "Master is heavy-handed, but he doesn't know who the enemy is." When they saw me, they recognized that I was similar to the murderer, and they were so sad that they died in mourning. Master was seriously injured and was already dying, so he didn't think about it: If it was really me who harmed him, why did I come to see him again for the second time?" he sighed and said, "This master, dare to ask when Master was injured?"

"Obviously you killed him, but you still asked us when Senior Brother Xuanku was injured?" a monk was furious. is going to teach Xiao Feng a lesson.

Xuan Ci waved his hand to stop him and said to Xiao Feng: "Senior Brother Xuanku's hand was not long before you came. ”

Xiao Feng said: "That's it." I think the murderer is pretending to be me, so as to blame me. My parents were killed not long ago, and I have been with these four masters ever since, and these four masters can testify!" he said, pointing to the four monks who had brought him at the door.

The four monks said in unison: "Not bad!" But then, the tall and thin monk said again: "Even so, Qiao Feng's suspicion cannot be reduced. Facing Xiao Feng and said: "You said that someone pretended to be you, but what evidence do you have? Although we were with you before, but what about before? Who can testify that you didn't go back to the Qiao couple's house to play after you hurt Uncle Xuanku?

Xuan Ci nodded and said, "The nephew is reasonable. Qiao Feng, what evidence do you have to prove that it wasn't the Xuanku junior brother you killed?"

Xiao Feng said bitterly in his heart, knowing that if he couldn't produce evidence, he was afraid that he would be left here today. looked at the monks surrounding him, suddenly bowed to the ground in front of Xuan Ku's body, and said loudly: "Master, when you were dying, you also said that it was the disciple who harmed you, so that you died of hatred. It is not a pity for the disciple to die today to thank the master, but from then on, the master's great revenge will not be avenged. The disciple has now violated the dignity of Shaolin, and I hope that the master will forgive the sins!" After speaking, he snorted twice and exhaled two long breaths. The two oil lamps in the hall went out in response, and it was pitch black.

But it turned out that when he spoke, he had already calculated a way out in his heart. As soon as he blew out the oil lamp, he slammed his left hand on the vest of the monk, this palm was full of feminine power, not hurting the opponent's internal organs, but slapping the opponent's fat body through the hall and breaking out of the door. In the dark, the monks heard the rumors, and Qiao Feng went out to escape, and each used a grappling technique to catch the monk. But Xiao Feng took this opportunity to quietly get under the bed where Master Xuanku slept before his death, inserted ten fingers into the bed board, and his body was close to the bed board. That way, even if someone looked under the bed, they couldn't see him.

Zhao Xuan saw this and immediately stopped staying, this may be the so-called small trend that can be changed, and the big trend cannot be changed.

Xiao Feng's coming to Shaolin Temple is a small trend, so whether he comes by himself or someone else brings him, it will not affect the general trend of "Xuan Ku was beaten to death by him". can't change everyone's opinion of him for the next period of time.

Zhao Xuan may be able to stand up and prove it to Xiao Feng, but he doesn't have much prestige, and what he says is in vain. And even if it can really prove success, Xiao Feng is not with Ah Zhu at this time, and after proving it, it may not be possible to be together again. Inevitably, things are not going to be perfect. So he never intended to excuse Xiao Feng at this time.

After leaving the meditation room of Xuanku, he went straight to the Bodhi Temple.

This Shaolin Temple is not the first time he has come, although it is not a world, but the pattern is not much different. Soon he found Bodhi Monastery. On one side, I found the Yijin Sutra behind a huge bronze mirror engraved with the words "everything is promising, such as a dream bubble, such as dew and electricity, as if it is a view". As for the original of the Yijin Sutra, it is better to leave it to Azhu who came later.

Reciting the content of the scriptures, even the hidden figures inside were clearly imprinted in the mind of the original spirit. Zhao Xuan directly drove the Yuan Shen to return to his body, left the Shaolin Temple, and went to Xiaojing Lake.

Along the way, he read all the martial arts secrets, and after arriving at Xiaojing Lake, he lived in seclusion in the depths of a green mountain to the west of it.

Retreat!

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Half a year later

On the second floor of an inn in Xinyang City, a young Taoist in green clothes and white hair sat by the window, firmly attracting the attention of all customers on the entire second floor.

But seeing that his expression was calm, his demeanor was gentle, and his every move seemed to be shrouded in an invisible Dao meaning, which made people feel extremely comfortable at a glance, like a living immortal. But if you look closely, you will feel that his movements are nothing, no different from ordinary people, which is really incomprehensible.

However, they all looked at him, but he looked past everyone and looked straight downstairs in the lobby. But I saw a man and a woman sitting in the inner seats on the first floor. The man is in his thirties, with a Chinese face, revealing an innate boldness, and the woman is seventeen or eighteen, petite and exquisite, gentle and lovely, and her appearance is even more unique.

The two sat there, the man gulping down his wine, and there was a slight look of depression on his face. The woman whispered softly beside her, as if to comfort and persuade her. After a while, the woman took out a small oilcloth bag from her bosom and handed it to the man. The man's face changed slightly, and the two said something again. It was as if the woman wanted to give the bag to the man, but the man was unwilling to accept it and kept prevaricating. It was only under the persuasion of the woman that the man finally took the small bag in his hand and opened it, and inside was a book. The book suddenly had three big characters written on it, but unfortunately it was all Sanskrit, and the man couldn't read a word.

The two are Xiao Feng and A Zhu.

As in the original book, Xiao Feng happened to meet Azhu who stole the scriptures in the Shaolin Temple, and rescued Azhu by the way. It's a pity that Ah Zhu was injured by the master of Shaolin Temple, so Xiao Feng took her to find Doctor Xue and participate in the Juxianzhuang Conference. Then after some experience, the two of them swore an alliance with each other, and then returned to Middle-earth. finally "learned" from Kang Min that the leading brother was Duan Zhengchun. The two didn't know if it was fake, so they searched all the way.

Ah Zhu knew that Xiao Feng was bent on revenge, so he gave Xiao Feng the "Yijin Sutra" stolen from Shaolin Temple. I didn't expect that the scriptures were all in Sanskrit, and I couldn't read a word, so I couldn't help but be very frustrated, and sighed: "It turns out that it's all Sanskrit, and that's bad." I thought this book was going to be read by my son-in-law first, and then burn the scriptures. I shouldn't have read it first, so after I got the scriptures, I didn't dare to turn it over and take a look. It's no wonder that those monks stole the secret of martial arts, but they didn't care much, it turned out to be a book of heaven that no one could understand......

Although Xiao Feng was also disappointed, with Ah Zhu caring about himself so much, what more could his husband ask for? smiled slightly: "When you gain or lose, you don't have to mind too much." "Wrap the Yi Jin Sutra again and hand it over to Azhu again.

Azhu said: "Isn't it the same when it is placed next to you?"

At this time, the two had already complained about their feelings and made a lifelong commitment, so Xiao Feng smiled when he heard this, and took the small bag into his arms. I poured another bowl of wine, and was about to drink it again, when I suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, and someone yelled loudly.

I saw a big man on the street, full of ribs and beard, with a mighty demeanor, but his eyes were scattered, his behavior was crazy, covered in blood, holding two plate axes in his hands, dancing and chopping wildly up and down. Standing on the thoroughfare, two bright axes slashed horizontally and vertically, and pedestrians avoided it from afar. And the big man rushed towards the inn lobby in a daze.

On the second floor, Zhao Xuan has been here for a long time. Seeing this, I didn't see any movement from him, and his figure disappeared.

Many customers on the second floor, who had been staring at him, wiped their eyes, and exclaimed in a ghostly voice, I really couldn't understand how a person could disappear so abruptly in broad daylight without any warning.

At this time, Zhao Xuan had already rushed to the small mirror lake outside the city. The big man just now was Duan Zhengchun, Yu Qiao, Geng Reading, Gu Ducheng among the four major guards. Obviously, the plot of Little Mirror Lake has begun.

He went all the way to the west, and met Fu Sigui and Zhu Danchen one after another, but they didn't stop to take pictures. It was like a gust of wind blowing through them, and the two first-class masters who became famous didn't even notice it.

After twenty-one or two miles in a row, he saw a large lake like a mirror, the clear water was like jade, the waves were flat like a mirror, and a fisherman on the shore of the lake was wearing a hat and was fishing. This is the Little Mirror Lake.

And the person who fishes should be the "fisherman" in fishing, woodcuttering, ploughing, and reading: Chu Wanli! (To be continued......