The scenery along the way kept flying upside down, and Xuan Bei had been away from the Murong family for a few days, and he rushed towards Dali with all his might. Abandoned the horses, the light work was run to the extreme, and the speed did not decrease but increased.

In the middle of the day, Xuan Bei stopped his body, found a shadow in the forest, sat cross-legged on a big stone and opened the dry food, ready to eat some food to replenish his physical strength. He didn't care about the itinerary of the Murong family, it didn't matter whether there was rescue or not, in his opinion, Master Kurong of Dali Tianlong Temple was the target he wanted to find rescue. It's just about the Murong family, Xuan Bei couldn't help frowning when he thought about it, although he wasn't very attentive, he still found something unusual.

Xuan Bei shook his head, he couldn't understand what was wrong with the Murong family, but he always had an uncomfortable feeling. With a self-deprecating smile, Master Xuanbei didn't think about it, and suddenly, his afterglow swept to the side, but he didn't know when a figure stood there.

The man was dressed in black, independent in the shadows of the woods, and the aura of his whole body was as if there was nothing, if it wasn't for the other party deliberately exuding an internal qi, Xuan Bei might not have noticed.

"Poor monk Xuan Bei, dare to ask who the donor is?" Xuan Bei put down the dry food in his hand and walked towards the figure. He didn't dare to be careless, after all, he must be a master who could appear in this dense forest, not to mention that the other party's martial arts must be above him, otherwise how could he hide his detection.

The sun is hidden in the forest, and the mysterious person is relatively unaware of the solitary shadow. Xuan Bei looked at the other party only showing his back, and couldn't help but feel a pressure coming, if it wasn't for absolute confidence, he would definitely not behave like this in front of strangers. Pitch-black clothes, white in the black hair, obviously old, a sharp sword at the waist, set off it proudly.

The man turned around and said, "Xuan Bei, I haven't seen you for many years. You're old. Xuan Bei's body suddenly took two steps back, and he said in surprise, "Murong Bo." ”

The person who came was Murong Bo, he walked out of the shadows, the sun shone on his face, thin and resolute, although there was wind and frost, it was difficult to reduce the demeanor of the year. The gaze that used to be as deep as ink is now always revealing the coldness of all kinds of calculations, which makes people feel uncomfortable. "Not bad. It is the old man, the head of the previous generation of the Murong family. Murong Bo. I'm not dead, are you surprised?"

Xuan Bei raised his vigilance, he made a defensive posture, stared at Murong Bo and said, "Murong Bo, you really didn't die. In this way, you cheated to death and got out back then, so sue the poor monk that you didn't secretly plan what happened back then. ”

"Don't be nervous. Actually, didn't you already have doubts back then? That's right, the Yanmen incident back then was indeed my doing, and even the subsequent assassination was done by me. Murong Bo frankly admitted that his demeanor was the same as back then.

Xuan Bei was confirmed. His expression showed a look of grief, "In vain, we trusted you so much back then, even when Senior Brother Xuanci was suspicious, he instantly let go, but I didn't expect that the mastermind behind the scenes was really you." It's just that we don't understand. Why are you doing this?"

Murong Bo put his hands behind his back, standing side by side with Master Xuanbei opposite him, without the slightest appearance of attacking. It made the nervous Master Xuanbei feel ashamed. "Sue sù You are defenseless, my Murong family was originally a royal family of Dayan, a noble family, and a descendant of Xianbei, but the ancestors were defeated and had to be admitted to the Great Song Dynasty. But for a hundred years, the Murong family has always wanted to make a comeback and rebuild Dayan. More than thirty years ago, the Khitan delegation went to the Central Plains to sign a peace alliance with the Great Song Dynasty, which was very unfavorable to my Murong clan, so the old man had to destroy it. ”

Xuan Bei couldn't believe it when he heard this, he was furious, "Murong Bo, your wolf ambition is actually for the sake of your own selfishness, and tens of millions of people have ignored it. In the first battle of Song and Liao, how many people died in the war, and the blood flowed like a river. How many heroes of the rivers and lakes died on the battlefield for the safety of their homeland. Murong Bo, you are simply damned. ”

Murong Bo paced, he looked at Xuan Bei indifferently, "If you can make Master Xuanbei, a senior monk of Shaolin, say that I deserve to die, then I may really have a lot of karma." ”

Xuan Bei's wide monk's robe flicked, and he asked, "Murong Bo, since you are a descendant of the Dayan royal family and the head of the Murong family, you want to have a deep background, why do you choose me to come out in Shaolin." ”

"Shaolin is the head of the world's martial arts, a decent family, if you have to hear that the Khitan is coming secretly, and you want to be unfavorable to Shaolin, you will naturally deal with it. And Shaolin is strong, and my Murong family does not dare to fight head-on, and as long as the Shaolin Temple ascends to the top, it will inevitably follow the clouds, and it is good to weaken the power of the Central Plains martial arts in advance, so that Shaolin and Khitan can both lose, why don't I do it. Murong Bo explained disdainfully, it seemed that Xuan Bei was so angry that he didn't even know such an obvious truth.

Xuan Bei was furious, and said on the spot, "Murong Bo, let's not talk about what you did for the time being, you have been hiding for so many years, and Lao Na can guess some results, but why do you want to reappear now?"

Murong Bo's face sank on the spot, this matter was simply a shame for him, but he couldn't help but come. "It's none of your business. He refuted Xuan Bei's question angrily, and his hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword.

Xuan Bei said, "If you don't say it, I can guess it, but I'm afraid that it was because the poor monk dared to go to your Murong family, for fear that Lao Na would see some clues, and I was afraid that you would ruin the big thing you wanted to rebel against." Xuan Bei finally understood that something was wrong with the Murong family, those rockeries, lakes, flowers and plants, and buildings constituted a formation, and it was a pattern of the emperor winning the championship. Thinking about it, there must be many secrets in Murong Shi's family, but he has not had a detailed understanding of them.

Murong Bo didn't deny it, "It's a pity that you go fast and go faster." I guess I didn't see anything wrong, but at most I was a little confused. Xuan said with grief and hatred, "It's only that I was too anxious, thinking about the battle of Shaolin, but ignoring the important things in front of me." However, Murong Bo, don't be too complacent, Lao Na's senior brother Xuan Ci already suspects you, and the truth is destined to come out one day. ”

Murong Bo's long sword was raised, pointing directly at Xuan Bei and said, "Even if he is sure of me, at least you can't see it." Xuan Bei's heart tightened, "You want to kill me?" Murong Bo, you are too conceited, although the old monk is not your opponent, but if the old monk wants to leave, I am afraid you will not be able to stop me." ”

Murong Bo's eyes narrowed, and his expression was extremely solemn, "Yes, Great Monk Xuanbei, you think too highly of yourself." Xuan Bei didn't want to have a verbal dispute with him, so he asked, "Murong Bo, Lao Na asked you one thing at the end, where have you been hiding for so many years?"

The sword qi rushed through the night, and the long sword in his hand crossed an arc, and the strength of the true qi flashed in a crescent moon. Murong Bo moved, his figure rushed towards Xuan Bei, "Sue sù you are defenseless, the old man has been staying in Shaolin Temple." ”

"What. Xuan Bei was taken aback, he didn't expect it to be such an answer. He immediately reflected, his body avoided raising his hand to be a great Vedic pestle, and he turned the pestle into a fist with his bare hands, which was powerful and intimidating.

Murong Bo didn't expect Xuan Bei's skills to be so superb, he took back the long sword without noticing the enemy for a while, the sword side blocked the fist strength, and his body exploded.

Xuan Bei did not hesitate, and swept in the opposite direction, he knew that he was not Murong Bo's opponent, so he was not fighting with him, he turned around and ran. Murong Bo sighed secretly, but he was not annoyed, his figure jumped out of the air, chasing in the direction where Xuan Bei left. (To be continued......)