The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 131 The World is Full of Filth
Wuxi, Xingzilin.

The atmosphere in the forest was quite strange.

There were more than 200 members of the Beggars' Sect, all in tattered clothes and with dishevelled hair. Some of them held broken bowls, some held bamboo poles, and were on guard against each other, vaguely split into two factions, and there seemed to be a tendency of internal strife. Many old masters of the Jianghu stood quietly to the side, frowning and watching the situation in the arena.

Everyone in the forest had a myriad of thoughts and their expressions were complicated and unpredictable.

Qiao Feng had several magic knives stuck in his body, and his blood had stained his linen clothes red. He stood proudly among the crowd, his heroic spirit soaring to the sky and captivating everyone:

"Who was responsible for Deputy Gang Leader Ma's murder? Who stole my folding fan and framed Qiao? We will eventually get to the bottom of this."

"Madam Ma, with my skills, if I want to take something from your house, do I need to use any incense? I will not return empty-handed, and I will not lose anything I carry with me."

"Let alone Madam Ma's house, where there are only a few women, even if it is the inner courtyard of the imperial palace, the prime minister's tent, or among thousands of troops, it may not be impossible for Qiao to take something."

After Qiao Feng finished speaking, he clasped his fists and bowed to everyone: "The mountains remain unchanged, the rivers flow forever, my good brothers, we meet again. Whether Qiao is a Han Chinese or a Khitan, I will never hurt a Han Chinese life in my lifetime. If I break this oath, I will kill him with a knife."

As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand, snatched the single sword from Shan Zheng's hand, and flicked his finger towards the back of the sword. With a clang, the single sword broke into two pieces, the blade flew several feet away, and the handle was still in his hand. He looked at Shan Zheng, apologized, threw down the handle, and was about to leave.

"Boss, don't go!"

"The Beggars' Sect relies on its leader to run the overall situation, and we can't do without you!"

"Boss, come back soon!"

Just as the heroes were stunned and the Beggars' Sect members were shouting in desperation, a long and melodious voice was heard from afar.

"In the apricot forest, we discuss lifelong righteousness. The causes of the past and the intentions of today. The grudges between the Hu and Han require the tears of heroes." The words were melodious and clearly heard by everyone, and the trees in the forest rustled.

Everyone's faces changed color and they looked quickly in the direction of the sound.

Leading the group was a young man wearing a purple gold Taoist hat and a green robe, leading a yellow robed monk and three beautiful girls who were walking slowly towards them.

Such a strange combination made everyone feel surprised and confused.

Qiao Feng stopped walking, turned around, frowned, clasped his fists, and asked loudly, "Who are you? What brings you to this Beggars' Sect gathering place?"

He did not say that since he had left the Beggars' Sect and came to the place where the Beggars' Sect gathered, he had no reason to call himself a member of the Beggars' Sect.

The reason why he stayed was because the person who came just showed his extremely deep internal strength. The arrival of such a strong man made him a little worried about the people of the Beggars' Sect.

Wang Yi walked closer and raised his hand in a formal greeting: "Master of the Niming Pavilion, Taoist Taiyi, greetings to Boss Qiao."

Qiao Feng shook his head and said self-deprecatingly: "I am not worthy of the title of Qiao Gang Leader. If Taoist priest thinks highly of me, you can just call me Qiao Feng."

Wang Yi looked at Xiao Feng, who was covered in blood, and couldn't help but praise him: "Boss Qiao, you are a good man!"

The heroes in the martial arts world looked at each other in bewilderment and whispered to each other. They were all confused. Is there a force called the Ni Ming Pavilion in the martial arts world? Who is this Taoist Tai Yi?
"Hmph! How can we allow unknown villains to disturb the gathering place of our Beggars' Sect? Leave immediately!" Quan Guanqing, who had an elegant face, saw that the overall situation was already decided, but suddenly an outsider showed up to disrupt the situation. He could not help but snorted in anger.

Although the situation has changed today, he still achieved his wish.

He cleared the Khitan alien Qiao Feng from the Beggars' Sect and paved the way for himself to take power in the future. But before he could be happy, unexpected changes appeared again, which made him angry.

"Shut up! How dare you disrespect the Pavilion Master! Die!"

Jiumozhi glared, took a step forward, crossed his hands into a circle, gathered his internal force in his palms, and swung a flaming knife at Quan Guanqing.

"Be careful!" Qiao Feng's face changed, he took a step forward, lowered his waist and sat cross-legged, raised his hand and slapped out from a distance, a dragon-shaped palm force whistled towards the void in front of Quan Guanqing.

The dragon-shaped palm force collided with the flame energy, and a roaring sound exploded in the sky, and a hurricane spread out, blowing everyone's clothes and hair into the air. Wherever the energy reached, people vomited blood and flew backwards, and immediately fell to the ground.

"Who is this monk? How could he resist Boss Qiao's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

"Hmm? This big monk seems to be the Tibetan state teacher Jiumozhi, who wields a flaming sword to intimidate the Tibetan strongmen. He is just a state teacher, why would he call a young Taoist the master of a pavilion?"

"Who is this Taoist Taiyi? How could he make such a master follow his lead? And who is this Niming Pavilion? Why have I never heard of its name?"

……

The heroes around were talking about it. After guessing Jiumozhi's identity, they looked even more surprised and puzzled about Wang Yi's identity and the so-called Niming Pavilion.

Quan Guanqing was unsteady, shaking his head and backing away. Fortunately, the Beggars' Clan members behind him helped him to steady himself, otherwise he would have made a fool of himself. He shook his head, pointed at Wang Yi and his group, and shouted in shock: "All disciples, listen to my order, form a formation and kill the enemy!"

Upon hearing the order, more than thirty Beggar Gang disciples subconsciously raised their bamboo sticks and moved around nimbly, with the shadows of the sticks crisscrossing up and down, blocking all four directions, and using the dog-beating formation to strangle Wang Yi and his four companions.

"I... this formation makes me a little sick of it, please disperse."

Wang Yi shook his head and whispered, and pointed his sword finger at random. The Qi in his Dantian surged out, and with a whoosh, more than thirty Thunder Sword Qis condensed in front of him. Then, like a celestial being scattering flowers, they followed a mysterious trajectory, avoided the blocking of more than thirty Beggar Gang disciples, and knocked them all out.

Puff puff……

The Beggars' Clan members who formed the dog-beating formation all spit out blood and flew backwards. If Wang Yi had no killing intention, it would not be as simple as spitting out blood and flying backwards.

With just one move, the famous Beggar Gang's unique skill, the dog-beating formation, was broken. All the heroes in the forest were shocked. When they looked at Wang Yi and his group, their eyes were filled with fear and dread.

The arrogance of the Beggars' Sect suddenly disappeared. In addition to fear, they were more resentful of Quan Guanqing.

Ah Zhu looked at Qiao Feng curiously, then tilted her head to look at Wang Yuyan beside her, and asked with a smile, "Hehe, cousin, why does Master feel bored when surrounded by this formation?"

Wang Yuyan looked at Wang Yi fearfully, and after a moment of hesitation, she slowly said, "This is the dog-beating formation that the Beggars' Sect uses to fight the enemy. It is also called the dog-killing formation or the wall-sturdy formation. With a large number of people working together, they form layers of human walls to form a solid defense."

"If the enemy wants to break the formation, it will be as difficult as an ant trying to shake a tree. This formation is not only extremely strong in defense, but also has great offensive power. With this formation, the Beggars' Sect can often defeat the strong with the weak."

"Master...Master, you probably think the name of this formation doesn't sound nice..." Wang Yuyan's tone was awkward, and she was very reluctant to call him "Master".

Ah Bi smiled and covered her mouth, saying, "Being surrounded by the dog-beating formation is quite disgusting. No wonder Master doesn't like it." "Amitabha, the Pavilion Master's profound skills are becoming more and more terrifying..."

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes to hide his fear, and praised with a flattering smile.

Qiao Feng frowned and signaled Wu Changfeng and the others with his eyes. They understood and quickly called the other Beggars' Sect disciples to help the more than 30 disciples who had fallen to the ground away.

"Thank you for your mercy, Master. What advice do you have for me?" Qiao Feng clasped his fists and bowed solemnly.

Wang Yi glanced at everyone present and said with a faint smile: "Come to see a group of people pretending to be asleep, come to see you, a real man, a real hero, and by the way, settle an old grudge."

A'zhu, A'Bi, Jiumozhi, and Wang Yuyan all looked at Qiao Feng curiously.

After spending a long time with Wang Yi, they knew that he was indifferent. It was a kind of indifference that looked down on the world. Apart from practicing and attaining enlightenment, he seemed to be indifferent to everything. Qiao Feng, who was praised by him as a good man and a true hero, naturally made the four of them curious.

"A true man, a true hero, I, Qiao, am not worthy of being called such a hero." Qiao Feng laughed at himself, shook his head, and asked in confusion, "What does this person pretending to be asleep have to say? What does this old grudge have to say?"

"Hmm...it seems you have also learned how to pretend to sleep..." Wang Yi laughed and shook his head, slowly telling a story from the past: "Thirty years ago, Shaolin Temple received a secret report saying that a group of Khitan warriors were going to Song territory, intending to seize the Shaolin Temple's martial arts secrets."

"The Khitans have been fighting the Song Dynasty for many years. If we seize the Shaolin secret manual and spread it, and everyone in the army practices it, how can the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty be our opponents on the battlefield?"

"So the Shaolin Temple convened a meeting of heroes and decided to take the initiative and ambush the Khitan warriors. Well, in order to protect the country, it was a very high-sounding reason."

"Although the reason is a bit high-sounding, it involves national justice and the safety of the Song Dynasty. As a top figure in the martial arts world, I should risk my life to kill the barbarians and fight for my country."

"Tsk... Wansheng Knife, Wang Weiyi, Huangshan Dijue Sword, Taoist Heyun, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Wang Jiantong, Master Zhiguang, Zhao Qiansun, the leader..."

"Amitabha, it's all injustice, Taoist priest, there's no need to say anything..."

Among the crowd, Master Zhiguang, who was wearing a red monk's robe, suddenly uttered a Buddhist name. His face looked very sad, and his eyes were filled with earnestness.

"Haha, what an injustice! A conspiracy that lasted for decades, the tragic death of innocent people, how can you just say it's an injustice?"

"You guys who realized the key points more than ten years ago, are you sleeping well? Well... you should be sleeping well, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten involved in this Xingzilin situation."

Zhao Qiansun and Master Zhiguang's faces turned pale, their bodies shook, and they almost lost their balance. They looked at Wang Yi in shock, not understanding why he knew all this.

When the heroes around saw the shocked expressions of the two men, they couldn't help but be moved, frowned and fell into deep thought.

People like Kang Min and Quan Guanqing wanted to speak up to disrupt the situation, but they were restrained by an invisible divine will and could not move or speak. They could only stand there with fear in their eyes.

Qiao Feng was silent for a long time, then he said in a dry voice: "Qiao... is he really a Khitan?" He still didn't want to believe it, but the well-reasoned words of the Taoist in front of him and the shocked expressions of Zhao Qiansun and Master Zhiguang forced him to choose to believe it.

As for the idea of ​​joining the game, it was obvious that I was being schemed against. Or in other words, my whole life was being schemed against by others.

Wang Yi smiled faintly and said, "No, you are from the Great Xia Dynasty. All sentient beings in the world are from the Great Xia Dynasty. Well, a certain small island country does not count."

Everyone was confused after hearing this. What was this Great Xia Dynasty? Why were there so many things that were incomprehensible?
"Master, is this Great Xia Immortal Dynasty the court of immortals?" Ah Zhu asked with a curious look on his face.

"Don't ask too much. You will understand it later."

Ah Zhu rolled her eyes speechlessly: "Tsk, later again." She was tired of hearing the word later. Whenever she asked about key matters, she would always get such an evasive answer.

"Hahaha... No wonder! No wonder! The Khitans are indeed not qualified to be the leaders of the Beggars' Sect!"

"Born and raised here, Qiao doesn't hate it, I just feel sad."

Qiao Feng laughed up to the sky, his expression was indescribably complicated and sad. He had given so much, but in the end he ended up like this because of his background. It was really tragic.

"Sister Azhu, this man is so pitiful..." A-Bi tugged at the corner of Azhu's clothes and muttered softly.

Ah Zhu came back to her senses, frowned and looked at the heroes present, pretending to be disdainful and said loudly: "The Beggars' Sect can only be what it is today because of Bei Qiao Feng. I don't know if these guys are crazy or they really don't understand this? If Bei Qiao Feng is driven away, the reputation of the Beggars' Sect will plummet. How many people in the martial arts world will believe in the title of the world's largest gang? It's really like what Master said, they are all a bunch of people pretending to be asleep!"

She really felt sorry for Qiao Feng. He had given so much to the Beggars' Sect, but he ended up like this. It was really not worth it at all.

"The cause of the past is the intention of today. The grievances between the Hu and Han peoples must be shed with heroic tears."

Wang Yi sighed, and his divine sense reached out to freeze Master Zhiguang and Zhao Qiansun, and continued to narrate:

"Xiao Yuanshan and Empress Xiao of Liao are from the same clan. Because of this status, he made a lot of efforts in the peace talks between Song and Liao. He made efforts with good intentions, but you surrounded and killed him in front of Yanmen Pass."

"Because his wife was killed, Xiao Yuanshan was so grief-stricken that he chose to jump off a cliff to be buried with his wife... With his strength, he could have killed all of you, but he still let you go. All he wanted was to let his offspring live well."

"But what did you do? You handed it over to an ordinary farmer at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain to raise. I don't want to say more about your idea."

"Qiao Feng finally grew up with his own abilities, and you guys played this trick again today. Tsk...monks...Buddhists...jianghu..."

"There is always so much filth in the world. Sometimes I wonder if the world is filthy again... Should I clean it up a bit? Otherwise, it will pollute people's eyes."

When Wang Yi said this, his eyes became indifferent.

Although these are just his personal opinions based on the few words in his memory, it is not important what others think, what is important is what he thinks.

I entered this martial arts world mostly to try to change Qiao Feng's fate. When I became a Tianlong, I had to do something while becoming stronger, I had to leave something behind, and I had to make more different changes to this world.

Master Zhiguang's face turned pale, and the invisible force that bound him quietly dissipated. Noticing this, he quickly put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I am willing to use my remaining body to resolve this evil relationship. I hope that the Taoist priest can show some mercy."

He was sure that the other party must know the whole story of the Yanmen Pass incident thirty years ago. Although he didn't know the details, it was enough.

If the true identity of the leader were to be revealed, the consequences would be disastrous.

(End of this chapter)