Martial Arts World Assassin

Chapter 255: Death by a Sword
Huang Sixi walked forward to look at the Sweeping Monk. He looked like an ordinary old man, with a skinny body, hunched back, and looked very frail. He didn't look like a man with any martial arts skills at all.

But in fact, the Sweeping Monk's martial arts skills have reached the level of returning to nature, and none of the martial arts masters present can see through the Sweeping Monk's true strength.

The Sweeping Monk could easily see through the martial arts skills of everyone present.

Of course Huang Sixi is the only exception.

When Huang Sixi was observing the Sweeping Monk, the Sweeping Monk was also looking at Huang Sixi with interest.

"Young man, you are very skilled in martial arts!" The Sweeping Monk showed his approval.

"You just fought with the benefactor Murong, using the Dali Duan Sect's Six Meridians Divine Sword, the Tianshan Xiaoyao Sect's Light Footsteps, and I think the White Rainbow Divine Palm, which you integrated into your flying sword. However, the palm you used to injure the benefactor Murong was the most exquisite. This palm technique has a lot in common with the Beggar Sect's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Did you break the old and create the new Dragon Subduing Palm?"

When Qiao Feng heard this, he secretly admired the Sweeping Monk's insight.

He already knew that Huang Sixi had improved the power of his Dragon Subduing Palm, but he only discovered that Huang Sixi's palm technique was his own creation through the changes in the first twelve palms.

When Huang Sixi was fighting with Murong Bo just now, he did not use the first twelve palms, but directly used his own creation "Double Dragons Fetching Water" to fight.

The Sweeping Monk only took one look at 'Twin Dragons Fetching Water' and deduced that this was an innovative move of the Dragon Subduing Palm. His eyesight was unparalleled in the world.

Huang Sixi had long been wondering what the three-foot-high Qi wall of the Sweeping Monk came from, so he asked directly, "You use your true Qi to condense the Qi wall. What kind of martial arts is this?"

The sweeping monk chuckled, "This is not a specific martial art. I first studied the Yi Jin Jing, and after making some progress, I practiced the Vajra Body Guard. When the Vajra Body Guard is practiced to the highest level, it can form a layer of invisible Qi outside the body. However, Qi can't reach far, so I combined the internal force of the Yi Jin Jing, built a Qi wall with Qi, and pushed it three feet outside the body."

He combined two Shaolin martial arts into one, and thus created the three-foot-high Qi wall.

He seemed to admire Huang Sixi very much, and said, "In fact, this Kung Fu does not require the study of Shaolin's unique skills to be practiced. As long as the internal strength reaches a certain level and is pure enough, it can be practiced slowly. If you want to learn it, I am willing to share my experience with you."

Jiumozhi had already learned Huang Sixi's Qi wall skills when he was at Tianlong Temple in Dali, and thought: "This fierce little donor has already cultivated a true Qi wall, why does he need Shaolin Temple to teach him?"

Qiao Feng also knew that Huang Sixi knew the magical skill of Qi Wall, but the defense of Qi Wall had different strengths. Huang Sixi's Qi Wall seemed to be weaker than the Sweeping Monk's. Huang Sixi might not be unwilling to ask the Sweeping Monk for advice.

Abbot Xuanci, head monk of Damo Hall Xuannan, head monk of Longshu Hall Xuanji, the three monks were just injured by Huang Sixi's flying sword. They all don't want the Sweeping Monk to pass on the Shaolin magic skills to Huang Sixi. But they also know in their hearts that the Sweeping Monk's promise to pass on the skills is probably a tactful persuasion for Huang Sixi to let Murong Bo and Jiumozhi go tonight and not to kill people in Shaolin Temple.

Huang Sixi also understood the hidden meaning of the Sweeping Monk's words.

He pointed at Murong Bo who was meditating and healing, and asked the sweeping monk: "Do you have to protect him?"

The sweeping monk shook his head slightly: "I am not trying to protect anyone. Buddhism is a pure place. I have the responsibility to stop the killing. If Mr. Murong leaves Shaolin Temple in the future, I can do nothing to help."

He only cares about things inside the Shaolin Temple, and he won't pay attention to the bloody incidents outside the Shaolin Temple.

Huang Sixi was thinking, when Xiao Yuanshan killed Xuan Ku, you, an old monk, didn't come out to meddle in business. Xuan Ku was so innocent, but you didn't help him. Murong Bo was guilty of a heinous crime, but you gave him protection instead.

The Sweeping Monk stared at Huang Sixi and found that Huang Sixi's face was getting colder, showing signs of practicing internal energy.

Moreover, the Sweeping Monk keenly noticed that Huang Sixi was not afraid of him at all. Instead, he was full of fighting spirit. This was the excitement that only comes when facing a strong man.

Huang Sixi obviously regarded the Sweeping Monk as an opponent that could not be found anywhere else and intended to challenge him.

However, the Sweeping Monk had no intention of fighting with Huang Sixi, because once the two started fighting, Qiao Feng would definitely be besieged by Jiumozhi and the monks led by Abbot Xuanci.

No matter who wins or loses, there will be bloodshed in Shaolin Temple.

The Sweeping Monk appeared to stop the vendetta, he must never take the initiative to create vendettas.

Qiao Feng was standing next to Huang Sixi and also sensed the tense atmosphere.

But at the critical moment, Qiao Feng suddenly lost his concentration and recalled the conversation between him and Huang Sixi before they entered the temple. Huang Sixi had already anticipated that an accident would happen.

At that time, Qiao Feng could not guess where the accident came from. Now when he saw the Sweeping Monk come out to intervene, Qiao Feng realized that Huang Sixi's prediction was accurate. Perhaps Huang Sixi had already figured out the Sweeping Monk's background.

Thinking of this, although Qiao Feng knew that the Sweeping Monk's martial arts were unfathomable, he was no longer worried.

"Since you are unwilling to forgive Mr. Murong, I will do it for you and let all the sins of the world be my responsibility."

Before the Sweeping Monk finished his words, he raised his palm and slapped Murong Bo on the crown of his head.

Just now, Murong Bo's bones were broken by Huang Sixi's palm force. If the Sweeping Monk had not appeared in time to rescue him, he would have died on the spot. Therefore, he was completely unprepared for the Sweeping Monk.

When the Sweeping Monk was negotiating with Huang Sixi, Murong Bo was sitting cross-legged next to the Sweeping Monk. The Sweeping Monk did not need to move, he could just raise his palm and touch Murong Bo's forehead.

Murong Bo's eyes turned black after being attacked, and he died on the spot, collapsing backwards.

When Jiumozhi saw how ruthlessly the Sweeping Monk attacked, he became alert, fearing that the Sweeping Monk would also attack him, so he immediately stayed away from Abbot Xuanci and the other monks.

When Abbot Xuanci saw the Sweeping Monk kill Murong Bo with his own hands, he approached with a torch in hand. He just heard the Sweeping Monk call "Donor Murong" and felt very strange. Since Murong Bo passed away, there was only one Murong Fu left in the Gusu Murong family. Who was this Donor Murong?
Abbot Xuanci walked quickly to the sweeping monk's side, squatted down, and looked at Murong Bo's appearance in detail.

The more he looked, the more frightened he became. Suddenly, he blurted out, "Mu...Murong Bo!"

Thirty years ago, during the battle at Yanmen Pass, he received a false message from Murong Bo, warning that the Khitan warriors were going to come to Shaolin Temple in large numbers to seize martial arts books. That was why he gathered martial arts masters and went to Yanmen Pass to encircle and kill Xiao Yuanshan.

Abbot Xuanci has never seen Murong Bo since the Battle of Yanmen Pass.

Thirty years ago, Murong Bo was still middle-aged. Now, Murong Bo has white eyebrows, is over sixty years old, and has shaved his head. Just now, Abbot Xuanci rushed to the scene but did not recognize Murong Bo's identity.

Looking closely now, Abbot Xuanci couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The sweeping monk ignored Abbot Xuanci and shouted to Huang Sixi, "Donor Murong is dead, do you still want to hold him accountable?"

Huang Sixi said, "Old monk, you don't need to be so mysterious here. You can just ask the Shaolin abbot to drive Murong Bo and Jiumozhi out of Shaolin Temple. Just clean up your place and don't meddle in other people's business. This will be good for both of us!"

Qiao Feng nodded secretly, thinking that if Murong Bo and Jiumozhi really left Shaolin Temple, that would be the best thing. This matter could be limited to a duel between the four of them, without involving others.

But Huang Sixi's words were extremely impolite. The Sweeping Monk frowned slightly but did not express his opinion.

Abbot Xuanci did not recognize the Sweeping Monk. Looking at the Sweeping Monk's clothes and appearance, he thought he was a serving monk in the Shaolin Temple, who mainly did rough work such as making fire, farming, and sweeping.

Abbot Xuanci was very puzzled. Why did the Sweeping Monk, who had such excellent martial arts skills, never show them in the temple?
But no matter how high the Sweeping Monk's martial arts skills are, the serving monks have no seniority in the Shaolin Temple and have no power to govern the temple.

Abbot Xuanci took the initiative and said to Huang Sixi: "Murong Bo is dead, you can take the body away. Dalun Mingwang is an honored guest of Shaolin Temple. If he doesn't want to leave, I will never force him."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Qiao Feng and said, "My junior fellow monk Xuan Ku is suspected to have been murdered by Qiao Feng. Our temple needs to keep Qiao Feng for some time to find out the truth!"

Without waiting for Huang Sixi's response.

Suddenly, a strong male voice came from behind: "Old bald donkey, you don't need to check. Xuan Ku was killed by this old man. It has nothing to do with Qiao Feng!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

A black-robed monk flew up from the top of a nearby Sal tree, leaped into the air, and landed next to Huang Sixi and Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng recalled the earlier conversation between Murong Bo and Jiumozhi. The two of them worked together to repel a black-robed monk in the back mountain. He must be the person in front of him.

Qiao Feng's face turned cold, and he questioned the black-robed monk: "Did you really kill my mentor Xuan Ku?" The black-robed monk was stunned, stretched out his hand to remove the veil on his face, revealing a majestic face with big ears and bushy beard.

At this time, there were hundreds of Shaolin monks standing under the Sala tree. They all held torches and surrounded an open space of more than ten feet in radius. Under the light of the fire, the appearance of the black-robed monk was clearly revealed in front of Qiao Feng.

The more Qiao Feng looked, the more he found the black-robed monk resembled himself. He recalled the letter that the elders of the Beggars' Sect had posted in the apricot forest that day, and asked the black-robed monk in a trembling voice, "Who... who are you?"

The black-robed monk laughed: "Who am I? Who am I? My dear child, I am your biological father. We look exactly the same. Do you still need to doubt me?"

Qiao Feng was not surprised. When he heard the black-robed monk say "they look the same", he immediately remembered what Ah Zhu had said, that someone disguised himself as Qiao Feng and was killing people everywhere, deliberately putting the blame on Qiao Feng.

"My father..." Qiao Feng still refused to believe that he was a Khitan:

"My father is Lord Sanhuai!"

"Qiao Sanhuai just raised you!" the black-robed monk said hatefully:
"Thirty years ago, Daddy accompanied your mother to visit your grandmother's home. When passing through Yanmen Pass, they were besieged by Southern Dynasty warriors for no reason. Unfortunately, your mother didn't know martial arts, so she was killed by the Southern Dynasty warriors. Afterwards, they snatched you away and gave you to Qiao Sanhuai to raise. Then they asked Shaolin Temple monk Xuan Ku to teach you martial arts so that you could serve the Southern Dynasty! Hey, they had a good plan!"

"Ah! This..." Qiao Feng was suddenly confused:
"Not long ago, the elder of the Beggars' Sect brought a letter, saying that I am a descendant of the Khitan people. Isn't this fake?"

The black-robed monk did not reply, but suddenly opened his shirt, revealing a tattooed wolf's head.

When Qiao Feng saw the wolf head tattoo, he fell to his knees with a bang. He also unbuttoned his collar, and on his chest was the same wolf head tattoo as the black-robed monk.

At this moment, he became more and more confident in his Khitan identity.

Suddenly he turned his head and looked at Huang Sixi, with a sad look on his face: "Brother Huang, Qiao is not a Han Chinese!"

Huang Sixi said: "I already knew you were a Khitan, but it doesn't matter. It won't affect our joint efforts to deal with the Tibetans!"

The black-robed monk immediately gave Huang Sixi a thumbs up and said, "Little brother, you just helped my son resolve the murderous intent. You are a man of justice. I, Xiao Yuanshan, will remember this friendship!"

The black-robed monk was none other than Xiao Yuanshan himself.

In the original novel of Tian Long Ba Bu, Xiao Yuanshan deeply hated the martial arts heroes who participated in the Battle of Yanmen Pass, so he assassinated all the relevant people one by one, and never revealed the truth to Qiao Feng.

Tonight, Xiao Yuanshan suddenly appeared and admitted that he was the real murderer of Xuan Ku. He also recognized Qiao Feng and his son. He must be concerned about Qiao Feng's safety.

Xuan Ci specifically wanted to keep Qiao Feng in Shaolin Temple, and with the help of the Sweeping Monk, Xiao Yuanshan showed up, which definitely showed that he didn't want Qiao Feng to be bullied by Shaolin Temple.

When Qiao Feng heard that Huang Sixi already knew his Khitan origins, he hurriedly asked, "Brother Huang just said that Murong Bo was the culprit who caused my family to be destroyed. What's going on?"

Huang Sixi briefly recounted the story of how Murong Bo falsely passed on information to Abbot Xuanci.

After hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan flew into a rage: "I thought the whole thing was instigated by the leader, but I never thought the mastermind was Murong Bo! It's good that this old thief dies!"

"die?"

Huang Sixi looked at the sweeping monk and said, "This old monk is proficient in the method of turtle breathing. He will beat Murong Bo until he can't breathe. After we leave Shaolin Temple, he will revive Murong Bo, and this old thief will continue to be at large!"

Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng looked at each other, then suddenly rushed forward together, one on the left and one on the right, attacking Murong Bo.

However, the Sweeping Monk was even faster. He grabbed Murong Bo under his armpit with his backhand and floated back, retreating more than ten feet away.

Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng did not chase after him. The father and son seemed to have a telepathic connection and turned around to launch a surprise attack, attacking from both sides and surrounding Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi was originally watching the show, thinking that Huang Sixi, Xiao Yuanshan, and Qiao Feng would engage in a bloody battle with the Sweeping Monk, but he himself became the primary target of the battle.

Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng exerted all their strength and slapped Jiumozhi's arms.

Behind Jiumozhi were the Sala tree and the Shaolin monks, and he could not escape.

Huang Sixi was standing right in front of him, so he couldn't rush forward.

He could only stand where he was, swinging his palms and using his flaming sword skills to block the attacks from Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng.

When Huang Sixi saw Jiumozhi trapped in the beast trap, he rushed forward and instantly arrived in front of Jiumozhi.

'puff! '

Huang Sixi swung his sword horizontally, and the tip of the sword cut through Jiumozhi's neck.

Jiumozhi instantly lost his strength and stood motionless on the ground. When the night wind blew, Jiumozhi's head was seen falling from the air.

The string of Buddhist beads scattered around Jiumozhi's neck emitted pearly light, which was particularly eye-catching in the night.

Huang Sixi saw the beads emerging on the Buddhist beads, which were exactly Jiumozhi's internal energy and the key to the "Flame Sword".

He immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed the Buddhist beads in his palm, putting them into the Qiankun Yiqi Bag, then said to Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng: "Mr. Xiao, Brother Qiao, you abandoned your enemy Murong Bo and surrounded Jiumozhi instead. It should be to help me. I will remember this favor."

The reason why Qiao Feng gave up Murong Bo and attacked Jiumozhi was indeed to help Huang Sixi defeat the powerful enemy.

But Xiao Yuanshan came to deal with Jiumozhi. This was a decision he made after weighing the situation. The Sweeping Monk's martial arts were too high. Even if he joined forces with Huang Sixi and Qiao Feng, they might not be able to win in a short time. If Jiumozhi was around, it would be very easy for him to launch a sneak attack on the three of them.

In order to solve this hidden danger, Xiao Yuanshan planned to deal with Jiumozhi first.

Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng had different ideas, but they made the same attacking moves, and at the same time created a good opportunity for Huang Sixi to kill him with a sword.

When the Sweeping Monk saw the three men working together to kill Jiumozhi, he loosened his arms, released Murong Bo from his feet, and rushed over.

Upon seeing this, Huang Sixi immediately swung the Dragon Subduing Sword and shot out a series of invisible sword energies.

The Sweeping Monk put two fingers of his right hand together, and with his left hand, he placed his palm horizontally and charged at the sword energy.

His fingers struck the sword energy like a steel knife chopping branches.

"Bang! Bang!" The sword energy dissipated at his side, but the sweeping monk did not stop. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to Huang Sixi, about a foot away. His right hand changed instantly, and his five fingers closed into a fist, and he punched Huang Sixi in the face.

Huang Sixi quickly used the Sixteen Dragon Subduing Palms 'Dragon Snake Sting' to defend against the Sweeping Monk's fist.

As a result, his palm was shaken by the force of the punch, and Huang Sixi's body retreated uncontrollably. He only steadied his feet after more than ten steps.

Huang Sixi was surprised: "This old monk's Yi Jin Jing has reached its peak. Any mediocre martial arts can be transformed into magic in his hands. He only uses the ordinary Luohan Fist of Shaolin Temple, but the power of his fist is equal to my Double Dragons Fetching Water!"

Every punch of the Sweeping Monk can deliver the power of "Double Dragons Fetching Water".

After he repelled Huang Sixi, he suddenly turned his fist and smashed it towards Xiao Yuanshan like a hammer, breaking his palm and hitting him hard in the chest.

Xiao Yuanshan then let out a low groan, and like Murong Bo, he collapsed to the ground.

"what!"

When Qiao Feng saw Xiao Yuanshan being badly injured, he roared and pushed with both palms towards the Sweeping Monk's back. However, even though he used all his strength, he failed to shake the Sweeping Monk at all. Instead, he was repelled by the internal force of the Sweeping Monk's Vajra Bodyguard and was bounced back several feet away.

(End of this chapter)