From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 96: Accepting Yue Fei as his disciple, Xuan Cheng, the twenty-three outstanding monks, angrily rebuking Xuan Ci! (-word chapter)

Although the plan to go to Shaolin was made, Xu Xing did not lead the group on the journey immediately. This was because Qiao Feng and the others were seriously injured and needed some time to recuperate before they could make the long journey.

There is another important reason:
We finally won a great victory, so how can we not celebrate?

At least that's what Qiao Feng thought.

After the war, Qiao Feng gradually relaxed.

Looking at these old friends who came from thousands of miles away, risking their lives, to come to his aid, no matter how deep the emotion of the chief leader was, he could not help but feel emotional.

What's more, Qiao Feng is not the kind of person who likes to hide his emotions.

Therefore, he waved his hand and took everyone to the tavern to start celebrating.

However, before leaving, Qiao Feng specifically instructed Liang Dian to use a secret method to cremate Murong Fu's body into ashes.

He wanted to carry the ashes with him, and when the world was at peace one day, he would send them back to the Murong family in Gusu.

When Xu Xing asked him why he did this, Qiao Feng just sighed and said:
“When I was young, I was indeed as famous as Master Murong, and the Beggars’ Sect at that time was indeed not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as the Murong family.

So, actually, in the beginning, it was me and the Beggars' Sect who borrowed the power of the Murong family.

Even if it's just for this favor, I should give him a decent ending. What's more, I can see that he didn't want to harm me just now, he just wanted to die at my hands.

well……"

At this point, Qiao Feng sighed again and said with emotion:
"He was dragged down by the family's reputation, and ended up in this situation. The words fame and gain really do harm to people."

After hearing what Qiao Feng said, the others felt a little emotional. They recalled Murong Fu's story and felt that it was absurd, but also felt an indescribable sadness.

Once a martial artist acquires a reputation in the martial arts world, he will never be able to get rid of it and will have to fight for it his entire life.

If Murong Fu is like this, why not them too?
After all, they are all poor people who have no choice.

However, Murong Fu got lost in it and lost his sense of self, which led to such a messy ending.

Thinking of this, everyone's bad feeling towards him faded, and Jiumozhi even took the initiative to cremate Murong Fu's body with a "flaming knife" and recited a rebirth mantra for him.

After dealing with this matter, Qiao Feng led a dozen masters and left the place in a mighty manner. After walking for dozens of miles, they finally found a country tavern that was still open.

As there have been a lot of martial artists coming and going these days, this boss is obviously a man who has seen the world.

So even though almost everyone in Qiao Feng's group was covered in blood, he didn't even blink and continued to receive them as usual.

It was only when he saw Duan Yu and Xiao Jianseng, two handsome young men whose temperaments were completely different from the others, that the boss's gaze moved, realizing that this group of people were not ordinary mountain bandits.

——A young man with such a stern temperament must have a special background and extraordinary experiences, otherwise he would not be able to develop such a demeanor.

However, if Duan Yu and Xiao Jianseng stood out from the crowd, then Xu Xing who came in later was completely unique, making the handsome looks of the other two immediately pale in comparison.

The boss has been in business for decades and has met countless people from all over the world, but he has never seen such a beautiful person.

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't come up with a suitable adjective, so he could only use the word "beautiful" instead.

After everyone came in, the boss noticed that behind Jiumozhi, there was actually an unconscious, charming and beautiful woman on his back.

Noticing Jiumozhi's conspicuous lama attire and Wu Xingyun's cool and beautiful face, a hint of horror flashed across the boss's eyes. His words became more respectful and his behavior became more cautious.

Anyone who dares to open a tavern in the countryside of this world must have some unique skills, and this boss is no exception.

Twenty years ago, he was also a well-known figure in the underworld, with rich experience, so he knew one thing:

Anyone who could abduct such a beauty and parade her around like that must be a habitual criminal, a bloodthirsty bandit who must not be offended.

No one cared about the boss's psychological changes. They just sat down and prepared to celebrate.

The content of the celebration is very simple, nothing more than four words:
Drink wine and eat meat.

When it comes to drinking, Qiao Feng, Yan Zhao and Zhui Ming are the best. Shen Huchan and Zhan Seng are also very excited when they hear this.

Qiao Feng recalled that he had not been able to drink to his heart's content with Xu Xing during the previous visits to the Shenhou Mansion, so he pulled him to his table, wanting to take advantage of today's happy event to have a good drink.

There is no need to say much about the three great drinkers, Qiao Feng and Zhui Ming Yan Zhao. As for the others, Shen Huchan and the war monk, they are also huge drinkers.

The rest of the people had heard of this group of people's reputation for being good drinkers, so they didn't dare to step forward to challenge them. They all distanced themselves from them and sat down separately.

Only Duan Yu, still remembering the embarrassing incident when he was drunk by Qiao Feng and others last time, took the initiative to step forward.

He secretly thought to himself, I have made great progress these days. Even if I can't win, I won't repeat the mistake of last time. Now that the eldest brother, the head of the sect, and Boss Qiao are all here, it's a good opportunity to get back at him!
With this in mind, Duan Yu also sat down at the table with his horse and golden sword, drank three jars of wine in one gulp, and was finally carried away by Tie Shou with his horse and golden sword, thrown aside, and continued to talk drunkenly.

In front of his senior brother and people he admired like Qiao Feng and Xu Xing, Duan Yu would never dare to use his internal force to force others to drink. However, because he wanted to show off so much, he drank three jars of wine in one go, so there was no reason for him not to pass out.

Seeing that Duan Yu, who had volunteered, was so useless, everyone at the table burst into laughter. The atmosphere became more and more lively, and everyone drank to their heart's content.

In fact, everyone who is qualified to sit at this table is an expert among experts. A little bit of alcohol is nothing to worry about, as it will dissipate once the internal energy is rushed.

It’s just that the real purpose is not drinking, but brotherhood and the ethics of the underworld.

Since there is affection and righteousness, even if there is only some inferior wine, it will not prevent everyone from having a good time.

On the other side, Xiao Jianseng and others also mingled with the Beggar Gang and Su Mengzhen, toasting and chatting, making it very lively.

Only Jiumozhi, Liang Dian and Cai Kuang, three Tantric lamas who neither drank nor liked to chat with others, gathered together alone and actually discussed how to convert Wu Xingyun in this occasion.

As Xiao Jianseng and the others drank, differences began to emerge.

These people used to be undercover under the command of the general, and they were walking on thin ice. Their temperaments were more gloomy and restrained than each other.

But now that they have been suddenly liberated, these former undercover agents are actually more relaxed than the members of the Beggars' Sect.

Even someone as gloomy and unpredictable as Yang Jian, after drinking a few bowls of wine, began to sing loudly to the sky, angrily cursing treacherous officials and traitors to the country, with such impassioned enthusiasm that it was hard to stop.

Xiao Jianseng, who was usually cold, arrogant and stern like an iceberg, slammed the table and loudly agreed with his sworn brother.

When the two of them started talking, Laughing Auntie, Zhang San's father, and Su Mengzhen were not to be outdone and started shouting and scolding.

Later in the quarrel, even Liang Dian and Cai Kuang, who were fighting fiercely with Jiumozhi, joined in, their faces flushed, and they cursed to their heart's content.

In the end, Jiumozhi was the only healthy foreign monk who didn't drink. He squatted at the doorstep, watching them cursing the foreigners with an embarrassed look on his face.

As a Tibetan, it was neither right for him to participate nor not participate in this kind of topic. In the end, he could only look at Wu Xingyun and figure out how to convert the Palace Master of Lingjiu Palace according to Xu Xing's requirements without damaging his mind.

——Or, put a hoop on her?
When Jiumozhi was concentrating on his research, the cursing in the tavern was getting louder and louder, and could be heard even a mile away.

Among this group of people, almost all of the Zizaimen faction held positions in the imperial court. Needless to say, the elders of Liang Dian and Cai Kuang had participated in the reform and were still concerned about state affairs.

Su Mengzhen was even more miserable. His father was originally loyal to the Song Dynasty. He looked south for the royal army but failed to get it. Instead, he was implicated and his family was destroyed.

He didn't say it on weekdays, not because Su Mengzhen didn't hate him, but because he knew it was useless.

Now that there was such an occasion, even a man as cunning as him couldn't help but vent his inner depression.

At this time, Xu Xing was drinking and playing finger-guessing games with the war monk and Shen Huchan. He was fighting one against two and was not at a disadvantage at all. When he saw this scene, he looked over and felt quite emotional.

When he read novels in his previous life, he already had a holistic understanding of the Northern Song Dynasty world described by Teacher Wen. He knew that this was a place where righteousness was not prominent, kindness was not promoted, treacherous people were in power, and evil spirits were rampant.

When Xu Xing came to this world that combines the works of teachers Jin and Wen, his understanding deepened.

Knowing is knowing, seeing is seeing, and the impact is completely different.

When Xu Xing first arrived in this world, he saw dozens of beasts who relied on their martial arts to do evil on his way to the capital, so he started killing them.

After arriving at the Shenhou Mansion, Xu Xing gained a deeper understanding from the daily conversations of Zhuge Zhengwo, Tie Shou and others, just how rotten the world has become.

Because martial arts are well developed in this world, those who do evil and harm the common people will cause more harm than Xu Xing could imagine.

With his character, upon hearing about this kind of thing, he would be filled with anger and indignation, and would want to rush out and start killing again.

This was one of the reasons why Xu Xing had so brazenly attacked Prime Minister Fu Zongshu's residence:

——He had endured for too long and could no longer hold back his murderous intent.

However, thinking of this, Xu Xing turned his head, glanced at the old and new friends around him, and smiled again.

——At the very least, he is not without like-minded people in this world.

Just by looking at their laughter, Xu Xing felt that everything he had done was worthwhile and meaningful.

People who keep themselves upright, do good deeds and act chivalrously should hold their heads high, live honestly, and always live happily and contentedly.

As the crowd was cursing, a young man suddenly smashed his wine bowl to pieces, slammed the table, stood up, and roared at the top of his voice, expressing his true feelings:

"Fuck the imperial court! Fuck Cai Jing!"

As soon as this sentence was shouted, the originally chaotic hall suddenly became silent.

The tavern owner immediately crawled under the counter and covered his ears, his face pale. He knew that his business might no longer be able to continue.

——Anyone who dares to curse the imperial court in public, or even curses Grand Tutor Cai, is not a lawless and unscrupulous bandit?

How can he continue to run his tavern after receiving such a person today?
However, despite being shocked, the boss did not feel much anger in his heart. Instead, he felt a sense of relief, and an indescribable sense of happiness.

There are two reasons for this:

One:

No matter how bad someone is who dares to scold Cai Jing, he can't be that bad. At least he doesn't have to worry too much about being ruined by these gangsters today.

Second:

Everyone in the world has seen what Cai Jing and other traitors did, and some even feel pain about it, but most people dare not speak out.

Now seeing a brave man who dares to speak out, even a cautious businessman like him can't help but feel a little excited.

Qiao Feng, Zhui Ming and others who had been immersed in the drinking contest just now also looked over and looked at the young man who suddenly jumped up.

In the battle just now, Xu Xing only glanced at everyone's faces and did not pay too much attention to each of them. Now when he looked at the young man again, he immediately found the difference.

He felt an incomparable familiarity from this person, as if although the two of them had just met at this moment, they had a previous connection.

That young man was naturally Yue Fei.

Being looked at like this by everyone, the young man, who had dared to act crazy due to the alcohol, immediately blushed and sat down.

He wanted to pick up the wine bowl to hide the expression on his face, but when he stretched out his hand, he found nothing. Then he remembered that he had just broken the bowl.

In the silence, Duan Yu, who was lying on the table, stood up and kicked the wine table in front of him, shouting:

"Yeah, fuck his mother!"

The kick inadvertently exerted real force, and the entire wine table seemed to be cut by an invisible sword. It immediately broke into pieces and broke into several pieces of wood, scattering all over the ground.

After hearing these words, the person who couldn't hold back the most was not anyone else, but Duan Yu's senior brother Shen Huchan.

This tiger-like man can face the enemy calmly and without changing his expression even when facing an enemy that is ten times his size. Even when challenging the three great masters Shenshan Shangren, Ye Shenyou, and Duozhi Toutuo with a seriously injured body, he can still maneuver calmly and look for opportunities to win.

But when he saw Duan Yu like this, his eyes widened, a look of shock appeared on his face, and he stood there in a daze.

After looking for a while, Shen Huchan turned around, looked at Qiao Feng, then looked at Xu Xing, and said hesitantly:
"Boss Qiao, Master Xu, this is... what did you teach?"

In Shen Huchan's impression, his junior fellow apprentice has always been a gentle, well-educated and modest gentleman. How could he say such vulgar words?
"Uh……"

Qiao Feng couldn't stand Shen Huchan's gaze, so he lowered his head, picked up the wine bowl, looked around, hummed, and didn't know what to say.

Xu Xing seemed not to notice and just raised a thumb and praised:

"There is no fist in the fist, no intention in the intention, and the true intention is in the unintentional. Xiao Duan's swordsmanship is indeed a true inheritance of my teachings."

After hearing this, Qiao Feng and Shen Huchan both looked strange, and Yan Zhao and Zhui Ming also felt a little uncomfortable.

They all knew that Duan Yu's swordsmanship was the Six Meridians Divine Sword passed down from generation to generation in the Duan family, and had nothing to do with the Xiaoyao Sect. So how could he have "inherited the true tradition"?
Besides, how can you, a barbarian who only knows how to swing your arms and fists, talk about swordsmanship?
Only the warrior monk who was not familiar with Xu Xing and Duan Yu sighed in his heart:

——As expected of the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, not only has he mastered martial arts to perfection and is extraordinary, he has also trained his disciples so well.

However, after a brief silence, Qiao Feng suddenly felt a sense of awe for Xu Xing.

——Look at how shameless he is. No wonder he was able to build up such a big business like Xiaoyao Sect in such a short time.

Shen Huchan had not expected Xu Xing to have such a solution. After thinking for a long time, he finally said:
"Master Xu, you are truly a god."

However, what everyone didn't know was that although Xu Xing had always been a clownish person who liked dry humor, he was always sincere and upright in his approach to martial arts, without any false words or pretense.

The move that Duan Yu just used was indeed taught by him, but it was not from the Xiaoyao Sect, but a skill that Xu Xing himself learned from the "Tianyu Qijian".

In fact, Xu Xing only gave Duan Yu a few pointers on the way to rescue Qiao Feng.

Even he himself did not expect that Duan Yu could master the sword technique in such a short period of time while practicing on the road, and he could perform it so well without even realizing it, so he sighed.

Hearing Shen Huchan's praise, Xu Xing laughed, picked up the wine bowl, and saluted him from a distance:
"Brother Shen, thank you for your praise. This bowl of rice is a celebration for Xiaoduan's martial arts accomplishment. Congratulations to Zizai Sect and Xiaoyao Sect!"

After he said this, Zhui Ming and Yan Zhao also picked up their wine bowls, and Shen Huchan had to drink as well. Qiao Feng had wanted to skip this matter in the first place, so he actively urged them to drink, and the atmosphere became lively again.

After such a commotion, Duan Yu was dragged back by Tie Shou again. This time, he was not only drunk, but fell asleep directly.

After drinking for a while, Xu Xing came to Qiao Feng's side, looked around, and found that Zhui Ming and the others were not paying attention to this place, so he asked quietly:
"Brother Qiao, that person just now... is he from your Beggars' Sect?"

Upon hearing these words, Qiao Feng’s originally sleepy eyes suddenly widened.

He looked at Xu Xing's thief-like demeanor and immediately realized that the Xiaoyao Sect leader was interested in talent, so he shouted:
"What are you doing? You're poaching my people and it's my turn. Tafa, how can you treat your brothers like this?"

Xu Xing rubbed his hands together, looking like an old farmer squatting in the fields, with an extremely honest face, even revealing a shyness that Qiao Feng had never seen before, and he laughed:

"Brother Qiao, Boss Qiao, Brother Qiao, why do you have to keep people at a distance?

You are the chief leader of the Beggars' Sect, the leader of the ten major branches, and the youngest overlord in the world. You shouldn't have such a superficial sectarian view, right? "

Without even blinking an eye, Xu Xing put several compliments on Qiao Feng.

The thing about Qiao Feng in his life is that he can't stand flattery, especially when the one flattering him is someone like Xu Xing. He just felt goosebumps all over his body and sweat was pouring down his face.

But even so, he still stuck to his bottom line.

"No, no, no, I have already decided to recruit this little brother into the Beggars' Sect and train him as the successor. Other things can be discussed, but this one is really not possible."

At this point, Qiao Feng sighed slightly, his expression became serious, and he said in a hoarse voice:
“You also know that in my current situation, no matter what my background is, I am not suitable to continue to be the gang leader.

The lesson of old leader Qiu is still fresh in my memory. No matter what, I must train a leader for the Beggars' Sect who is capable of uniting everyone before I abdicate.

I think he has the potential.”

Xu Xing frowned:
"You want to leave the Beggars' Sect and seek revenge on your own?"

Qiao Feng nodded solemnly, but Xu Xing scolded him without hesitation, "Foolish! This Beggars' Sect is the foundation you built with your own hands. If you leave, who will be able to control the situation? Wouldn't that allow Cai Jing to succeed in his plan?
No matter how talented this young brother is, he will not be able to have your prestige within ten years. If you want him to take over quickly, that would be like drying up the pond to catch fish, forcing things to grow faster, and would simply kill his potential.

I cannot accept this kind of thing.”

Qiao Feng had concerns in this regard, but after hearing what Xu Xing said, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and sighed:
"But I am a Khitan after all..."

Xu Xing was so angry that he slammed the table, causing all the wine bowls on the table to bounce. He ignored the surprised looks from everyone and said angrily:
"Khitan Khitan, shit Khitan!"

Xu Xing stood up and laughed angrily:

"If I could choose my birth and my circumstances, I wouldn't be standing in front of you today. What's wrong with the Khitans?
You are the fucking Beggars' Gang, not the fucking Central Plains Gang or the Han Gang. I don't believe it. There are no poor people or beggars in the Liao Kingdom?"

After saying this, Xu Xing picked up a bowl of wine, gulped it down, wiped the corner of his mouth, pointed at Qiao Feng's nose, and scolded:
“I’m telling you, Qiao Feng, if you are a good man with great ambitions and are willing to think about the Beggars’ Sect and the righteousness of the world, then you should make the Beggars’ Sect bigger and stronger, and make it the Liao Kingdom, the Jin Kingdom, the Western Xia Kingdom, and even the Western Regions!”

Even Tie Shou, Qiao Feng and Duan Yu, who were most familiar with Xu Xing, had never expected that this friend who was always quite calm and composed, and who occasionally expressed emotion but never felt sad, would have such a fierce side.

After being scolded by Xu Xing, Qiao Feng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

He was not the only one in deep thought, but everyone else as well.

Although they were not members of the Beggars' Sect, they could not help but be shocked when they heard the question, "Are there no poor people or beggars in the Liao Kingdom?" They felt that Xu Xing's words were simply eye-opening.

The person who was most shocked was Yue Fei.

Regardless of the occasion and his status, he picked up a wine jar and moved towards where Xu Xing was. His eyes sparkled and his face flushed with excitement. After a long pause, he finally uttered a few words:

"Master Xu, I salute you!"

Without waiting for Xu Xing to reply, Yue Fei raised his head and drank the whole jar of wine immediately.

Seeing him like this, Xu Xing just thought it was funny, so he picked up a jar and said with a smile:

"Little brother, although you are young, you are able to stand up and help Boss Qiao. This is incredible. In time, you will definitely be a great talent.

I also salute you with this, salute your courage and ambition!"

After saying this, Xu Xing picked up the jar of wine with one hand, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The same movements were performed by Xu Xing, and his every move was relaxed and easy, with a kind of elegant and free-spirited demeanor, which was much better than that of Yue Fei, a slightly immature teenager.

Yue Fei stood by with his hands hanging down, his heart still agitated. Although he had only been in the martial arts world for a short time, he had heard of the great reputation of the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Killing Fu Zongshu and Zhan Heiguang, beheading Ding Chunqiu, seizing the blessed land of Langhuan, slaughtering Ling Jingbu, and occupying Chaotian Villa, each and every one of these was a great event, enough to make military men all over the world celebrate endlessly.

In addition to this outstanding military achievement, what Yue Fei admired most was what Xu Xing had just said.

His mind was full of random thoughts, and he couldn't hide them on his face. Xu Xing saw through it, but he just smiled and said in a casual voice:
"Little brother, what's your name?"

Yue Fei said loudly:
"Tangyin Yue Fei, meeting Master Xu!"

Yue Fei?!
When Xu Xing heard the name, he raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing.

Just this loud laughter without any internal strength shook the entire tavern.

The boss behind the counter could hear his chest heaving and his heart pounding. He felt a surge of generosity penetrating his lungs and rising to his soul.

When the boss heard the laughter, he knew that it was from a great master he had never seen before, but at this moment, he did not feel the slightest fear towards him. Instead, he felt a sense of respect and admiration.

After laughing three times, Xu Xing calmed down and looked at Qiao Feng again, saying in a deep voice:
"Boss Qiao, I'm sorry. This little brother and I have a good affinity. I have decided to accept him as my disciple today.

Although Qiao Feng was still thinking in his heart, when he heard Xu Xing say this, he raised his head and sighed a few times.

But Xu Xing ignored him, turned to look at Yue Fei, and said with a smile:
"My master's name is Yue Daohai. The first set of boxing I learned was called Yue Family Sanshou. Now I am passing it on to you, which can be regarded as returning it to its original owner. What do you think, little brother?"

When Yue Fei heard the name "Yue Family Sanshou", his heart was suddenly touched.

It seemed as if it was not Xu Xing who wanted to teach him this martial art, but that this martial art was calling him, longing for him to learn it.

Yue Fei turned his head and looked at Qiao Feng, then he clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to Xu Xing, and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you for your kindness, Master!"

Qiao Feng sighed again, but ultimately said nothing.

Qiao Feng also realized that what Xu Xing had just said, "pulling up the seedlings to help them grow, draining the pond to catch fish," was indeed true.

Even if it was for the sake of the inheritance of the Beggars' Sect, he should not have disregarded the future of a young genius and strangled Yue Fei's possibilities.

Xu Xing explained:

"Boss Qiao, I, your disciple, do not want to join the Beggars' Sect because I do not want to repay your kindness.

He knew that if he joined the Beggars' Sect, given your character, you would definitely not treat him unfairly, even if it was just for the sake of helping him today, but this was exactly what he didn't want to see."

Only then did Qiao Feng understand what Yue Fei meant. He felt even better about this little brother and could not help but stamp his feet and sigh.

Hearing Qiao Feng's sigh, Xu Xing started to smile again with a wink. His laughter was hearty and full of undisguised pride.

After laughing, he beat his chest and sighed:

"Alas, this kid is so ambitious at such a young age. I don't know whether it will be a blessing or a curse in the future."

Qiao Feng's face immediately turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He turned his head away, not wanting to look at Xu Xing's current expression.

Yue Fei didn't quite understand what Xu Xing said, and actually thought that Xu Xing was criticizing him, so he nodded several times to show that he was learning.
"Master is right."

Xu Xing was just joking, and seeing his silly look, his mood was brightened. Jiumozhi and other people from the Xiaoyao Sect came over and congratulated him:
"Congratulations, Master, you have gained a great disciple today!"

Xu Xing waved his hand, accepting all the congratulations, and comforted Qiao Feng, saying:

"Boss Qiao, why do you have to do this? When my apprentice has finished his training, I will let him find a job in your Beggars' Sect like Brother Yan did. Isn't that the same thing?

If you want to pass the leadership of the Beggars' Sect to him, I have no objection at all."

Xu Xing was just joking, but Qiao Feng actually showed some interest, muttering:
"That's a good idea. Your martial arts and intelligence, Xu Tafa, are ten times better than mine. You can be used by the Beggars' Sect to train a new leader."

Xu Xing was stunned when he heard this.

It was the first time that everyone saw him like this, and they laughed even more happily.

So, the drinking session lasted until dawn.

Early the next morning, Xu Xing and others packed up and prepared to leave. Jiumozhi took out a Buddhist treasure and paid for everyone.

In fact, the boss recognized their identities yesterday when he was listening to their conversation behind the counter.

In his excitement, he even offered several bowls of wine to Qiao Feng and Xu Xing. But now that he saw Jiumozhi wanted to pay the bill, he refused to accept it.

The boss straightened his clothes, clasped his hands to everyone, and smiled in an extremely carefree manner:

"Today I have the honor of meeting heroes like you. It is the honor of my life. If I ask for money, it means you look down on me and don't want to be my friend."

Everyone looked at each other and burst into laughter. Although the boss was determined not to do it, Qiao Feng, Xu Xing, and Su Mengzhen insisted again and again.

In the end, Qiao Feng and Su Mengzhen taught him many secret codes and formulas of the Beggars' Sect and the Golden Wind and Rain Tower, while Xu Xing handed him an iron plate engraved with the words "Xiao Yao".

Finally, Qiao Feng said seriously:

"I hope you'll be able to use us someday."

The boss, who was already past the age of knowing his destiny, was like a young man who had just entered the arena. He was extremely excited and shouted:
"Boss Qiao, Master Su, and Master Xu, have a safe journey!"

Finally, he mustered up his courage and said:
"I hope you can really fuck Cai Jing's mother one day!"

Everyone was stunned and smiled at each other.

They expressed respect and said goodbye to each other amidst their blessings.

After they broke up in the wind.

Although this was just a chance meeting and they might not meet again, they both felt the warmth in their hearts and would not forget their expectations and high hopes for each other.

Perhaps, this is what the world of martial arts should really look like.

Songshan.

The mountains are steep and the peaks are undulating, like flags surrounding a mountain. They also look like Vajra Arhats created by heaven and earth, guarding Mount Shaoshi in the center and the temple standing among the green pines and cypresses.

It is the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, Northern Shaolin.

Compared with the Southern Shaolin of the Ming Dynasty that Xu Xing had visited, this place was even more magnificent, solemn and majestic, and extremely spectacular.

In addition to the particularly magnificent main body of the Shaolin Temple in the center, the peaks of Songshan Mountain are dotted with courtyards, pavilions, and even spacious martial arts arenas.

At a cursory glance, there are probably hundreds or even thousands of buildings of various kinds, just like the so-called Buddhist mandala mentioned in Buddhist scriptures.

This is also a common feature of the bases of martial arts forces in this world.

Because there are too many warriors and they are too powerful, their transformation of the natural environment is far better than that of the Ming Dynasty world, and in order to facilitate martial arts training, they often occupy a very large area of ​​land.

Of course, in terms of the vastness of the land and the size of the territory, looking around the world, I am afraid that only Wudang Mountain, the source of Taoism, can be compared with Shaolin Temple. Even Piaomiao Peak of Tianshan Mountain is inferior to it.

The previous abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Tianzheng, was once known as one of the "Three Pillars of the Wulin World" along with the head of Wudang Mountain, Taichan Zhenren, and the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, "The Invisible God" Qiu Wuyi.

Unfortunately, in the power gang turmoil, the three of them died one after another.

The difference is that the Beggars' Sect was established unintentionally by Qiu and does not have a systematic and complete system.

Therefore, after Qiu Wuyi's death, the Beggars' Sect immediately showed signs of splitting, and the disciples were a mixed bag.

If it weren't for the fact that the great hero Xiao Qiu Shui was grateful for his fighting side by side with Qiu Wuyi and had not taken good care of the Beggars' Sect, the sect would have fallen apart before the previous leader Wang Jiantong took over.

But Tianzheng and Taichan are different. They and their sects achieve mutual success, or it can be said that it is the sects that achieve success for them.

Therefore, even though the two masters died in battle one after another, Shaolin and Wudang were not seriously injured.

After all, Shaolin still has the "Five Disabled Elders" who, when working together, are enough to make Yan Kuangtu surrender, and Wudang also has the "Three Nine True Men" who are equally famous.

In addition to these high-end combat forces, the two factions have an orderly inheritance and a sound mechanism for cultivating talents. They quickly completed the renewal after a brief period of pain.

Before the complete death of Shaolin's "Five Disabled Elders", eminent monks of the Xuan generation had gradually grown up and become the backbone of Shaolin Temple, capable of supporting the school and maintaining the prestige of this ancestral home of Zen Buddhism.

In fact, the reason why Shaolin and Wudang were not selected as the "Four Great Masters of Jiangshan" is that their status in the martial arts world is so transcendent that they do not need any prefixes or descriptions.
The simple four words "Shaolin" and "Wudang" are enough.

The various unique skills from the two major martial arts holy places have become popular in the world, and any martial artist can show off a trick or two.

Even advanced martial arts such as Wudang's "Tai Chi Fist and Sword" and "Shaolin's 72 Unique Skills" can be seen everywhere.

Over the past few hundred years, every talented martial artist who created his own martial arts, and even the peerless masters who founded a school, have more or less comprehended the martial arts derived from these two schools.

It can be said that they are the solid foundation of the great martial arts in this world, and they will surely last for a long time as martial arts develop and be passed down through the ages.

Compared to the lonely top of the world, this is undoubtedly a greater and more praiseworthy achievement.

Moreover, although Shaolin has always been low-key and does not participate in the competition for supremacy in the martial arts world, there have been many outstanding figures born since Master Tianzheng.

In the past, among the Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation, there was a genius who was so amazing that he mastered 23 Shaolin unique skills at the young age of twenty-three.

This person's Buddhist name is Xuan Cheng, and he is known as the "Twenty-three Unique Monk". Shaolin Temple has been established for hundreds of years, and he is the only one who can master twenty-three unique skills.

Almost everyone believed that this was a natural-born Buddhist who was better than Master Tianzheng, or even better than the "Five Disabled Elders", and that he was destined to make Shaolin prosperous for another hundred years.

It's a pity that I heard that due to his great talent and ambition, he went astray while practicing martial arts, and all his skills were lost. After that, he stopped practicing martial arts and devoted himself to Buddhism, but he passed away due to an old injury.

However, even so, Shaolin's heritage still attracts the attention of many people.

One of the “Twenty-three Supreme Monks” is so terrifying. Who knows how many masters there are in Shaoshi Mountain?

During the years when Xuan Cheng was at the height of his fame, there were even rumors that even an old man sweeping the floor in the Sutra Library at the Shaolin Temple was a peerless master.

This is of course just a joke in the martial arts world, but it is enough to show the respect and fear that martial artists have for the Shaolin Temple.

However, the Shaolin abbot at this moment was not as calm and composed as many people in the martial arts world imagined.

On the contrary, he is now quite anxious. Not only is he indecisive, he is even in a dilemma and torn between two options.

The Main Hall is solemn and dignified. Under the gilded Buddha, the current abbot, Master Xuanci, sits cross-legged on a cushion, his left hand supporting his knees and his right hand silently twirling rosary beads. His face is gloomy and his mind is deep.

After Xuan Ci sat cross-legged for a while, a tall, thin old monk rushed in angrily from outside the palace and shouted:

"Abbot! What's going on with Feng'er?!"

The old monk's voice was so powerful and resounding that even the gold-painted Buddha statue behind Xuanci was shaken slightly, which showed how deep his internal strength was and how great his merits were.

Xuan Ci was unmoved. When he saw the old monk coming in, he did not try to explain anything. He just nodded and admitted:
"It was indeed me who spread this matter."

After hearing the news, the old monk traveled thousands of miles from somewhere else to return to Shaolin Temple to call the shots.

On the way, he imagined many scenarios, but the only thing he didn't expect was that Xuan Ci would admit it so straightforwardly.

After being stunned for a moment, the old monk looked miserable, stamped his feet and sighed:
"Brother, Feng'er is an upright person. Even if he knew his origins, he would never do evil. Why did you force him to this point?"

The old monk was none other than Xuan Ku, Qiao Feng's teacher. Although he had the greatest respect for the abbot throughout his life and had a deep understanding of Buddhism, able to suppress his seven emotions and six desires, he still couldn't help but speak with resentment at this moment.

Because the victim now is not him, but his most beloved disciple!
Xuan Ci did not dare to look at Xuan Ku's face. He just lowered his brows and bowed his head. After chanting a few Buddhist names, he sighed deeply and said in a serious tone:
"Brother, this is what he meant. With his power and his kindness to Shaolin Temple, how can I disobey him?"

"It's him?!"

Xuan Ku suddenly raised his head, and obviously realized who Xuan Ci was talking about. After exclaiming, he stamped his feet and said:
“Even if it was his request, how could it be like this?

Since he left Shaolin, he has become more and more unscrupulous in his actions, but brother, you and I are still Buddhists, this action, this action..."

Xuan Ku looked at Xuan Ci's extremely haggard and lonely face, and ultimately he couldn't utter those fierce words. He could only wave his sleeves in hatred and sigh.

Xuan Ci whispered:
"Feng'er's identity is of other use to him, and he also promised me that he would not easily harm Feng'er's life."

"Promise?" Xuan Ku finally couldn't help himself and laughed angrily, "Senior Brother is also a fool. A person like him has always been concerned about practical benefits. How could he care about a small promise?!"

Xuan Ku lowered his head again, stared at Xuan Bei, and said word by word:

"Brother, don't you know that the reason he set up this trap was to target Zhuge Shenhou?
Everyone knows that although the Shenhou Mansion and the Beggars' Sect are one in the temple and the other in the underworld, they are closely related. If you want to bring down the Shenhou Mansion, you must first eliminate the Beggars' Sect and Feng'er.

If he really uses this incident to defeat the Divine Marquisate and harm Mr. Zhuge, how will we in Shaolin face our fellow martial artists? ! "

In the end, Xuan Ku was really angry. He stomped his foot on the ground, making a big hole in the solid floor tiles, pointed his finger and shouted:

"Brother, you are so confused!"

After saying this, Xuan Ku stopped talking. He took one last look at Xuan Ci, flicked his sleeves, and stormed out of the main hall.

Xuan Ci just watched this upright junior fellow disciple leave, sighed deeply, and finally turned his head back to look at the golden Buddha, saying in a sad voice:
"Buddha..."

(End of this chapter)