The Heavens: Reborn Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 143 Proposals
After the two had exchanged their understanding of martial arts, Ye Wuxin suddenly spoke, which surprised Tianshan Child Elder.

"Uncle, I will trouble you to take care of the girls beside me. My nephew will go to the Central Plains sometimes, and he will come back in a few months."

Tianshan Child Elder narrowed her eyes and asked.

"Going to the Central Plains at this time? Is there anything?"

"My senior brother has been at ease for so long, he should have knelt in front of his predecessor's grave for the rest of his life, and his Xingxiu sect should also be destroyed."

Tianshan Child Elder nodded slightly, her face darkened.

"Since you're going, then go. It's time to deal with the scum of my Happy Sect, but how do you know that he will definitely go to you?"

Ye Wuxin smiled coldly, and took out a small tripod from his arms.

"The treasure of Ding Chunqiu's poison kung fu is still in my hands, so it's not bad if he can maintain his poison kung fu, there's no way he can go further."

"As soon as I arrived in the Central Plains, I told Ding Chunqiu that the Shenmu Wangding is in Shaolin. Is there any reason for him not to go?"

"Since you have a thorough plan, go down the mountain as soon as possible, and go back early."

Child Elder got up to leave, but didn't ask him how he handled this matter.

At this time, Ye Wuxin's skill that shocked the past and the present, plus the three magical skills of the Xiaoyao School gathered in the hands of one person.

If this can't deal with a mere Ding Chunqiu, then Ding Chunqiu really has grown three heads and six arms, turning into a monster from beyond the sky.

When Child Elder left, Ye Wuxin handed a letter to the four daughters of Mei Lan Zhu Ju.

"You send this letter to Xixia for me, and ask the princess to forward it to the emperor of Xixia, and say that my son-in-law invites the old man to meet him outside Yanmen Pass."

"It's related to the structure of the Five Kingdoms, please father-in-law to send his capable men to go."

After explaining something, Ye Wuxin slowly walked towards the Vulture Palace and towards the Shaolin Temple on Mount Song.

In the early morning, the mist is hazy and the mist and rain are falling.

Ye Wuxin was dressed in black, and walked slowly on the country road. It was raining continuously, but it was not stained by any raindrops.

Four or five days have passed, and he also returned to the Central Plains from Tianshan.

Walking in the market, you can see people from all walks of life with swords and swords everywhere, and they are all discussing the upcoming hero meeting in Shaolin.

One side is a famous sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, and is also the leader of the righteous way above the rivers and lakes, famous all over the world.

The other party is Gusu Murong who has the title of "Nan Murong", who moves strangely and acts both good and evil.

The confrontation between these two parties made all the gossip-loving people in the world quite curious, and they all wanted to go to Shaoshi Mountain to watch the excitement.

What's more, in order to hold the hero meeting, Shaolin Temple also sent invitations to many young talents and celebrities along the way.

The current big scene can be said to be more lively than Xiao Feng's disturbance in Juxian Village in recent years.

In a certain inn, sensing the ever-changing fate and general trend, Ye Wuxin looked into the distance with a serious expression.

'At first I planned to give you more time, but now it seems that I have to hurry up and urge you to make a final decision, Xu Zhu. '

Eyes flickered, Ye Wuxin twitched his mouth, and slowly rushed towards Shaolin Temple.

At the same time, a group of Dali's retainers protected Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yu, Qin Hongmian and Ruan Xingzhu were also among them, and set off for Mount Shaoshi.

Thinking of the possibility of Miss Wang appearing in Shaolin Temple, Duan Yu became extremely anxious. Since leaving Xixia, he has been thinking about her day and night.

Mu Wanqing, who was walking with him, saw this in his eyes. Although he couldn't help feeling sad, he still cared about his every move.

In a blink of an eye, it was the seventh day of September, two days before the hero meeting.

Although it is not yet the time for the Heroes Conference to be held, many heroes from all corners of the world have already come to pay their respects in the Shaolin Temple.

On weekdays, all the properties in Shaolin Temple are taken care of by Xuan Jing, an old monk of the Xuan family, but there is no shortage of hospitality.

Having said that, the heroes and heroes who came with their nephews and disciples still caused all the monks in Shaolin to beat their heads in the back of their feet.

With the shouts of the visiting monks, more than 30 old monks from Shaolin Temple came forward to receive all the elders in the world.

"All the elders of the beggar gang came to pay their respects!"

As soon as these words came out, Xuanci, who was receiving the guests, looked solemn.

Although the Beggar Gang seemed to be disintegrating after Xiao Feng left, it was still the largest gang in the rivers and lakes, and it should be received by Xuanci himself.

Xu Zhu who was hiding among the group of monks sighed slightly, his expression became helpless and complicated.

He felt that a familiar feeling had already appeared in Shaolin Temple, and was slowly approaching here, presumably it was for this hero meeting.

"Xu Zhu? Xu Zhu! Come, come, lead these old heroes to the side hall and wait for a while."

After Xuandu beckoned to Xu Zhu kindly, he hurried to another place and continued to greet the next group of friends.

Xu Zhu bowed to several people, and led several elders towards the side hall.

There are more than 30 old monks in Shaolin Temple, each of whom has made many friends when traveling down the mountain.

Not to mention anything else, as a respectable and upright sect, the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, Shaolin can be said to be full of face in terms of human relations and sophistication.

It was only the seventh day of September, and at least one or two hundred people came at this hour. There was still one day left until the ninth day of September, and the real excitement would be the next two days.

In the middle of the night, the clouds filled the air, and the endless dark clouds covered the moonlight, adding a lot of chill here.

Xu Zhu walked slowly into a dense forest, and slowly bowed to the figure in black.

"Amitabha, benefactor, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a long time. I planned to give you a while, but unfortunately there was such a little accident."

Ye Wuxin appeared from the dark, with a solemn expression on his expression.

"This time, when you and I are fighting, do you have any last words or unfinished business?"

Xu Zhu pondered for a while, then slowly shook his head towards him.

"My little monk's destiny is not over yet, but he is satisfied to serve his parents for such a long time."

"If you have my memory, then you should be clear that something like fate cannot be solved simply."

"The heaven and the earth have the same power, but heroes are not free. If you want to save your parents' lives, you must be prepared to fight against those masters."

"Whether you want to kill Murong Bo or Xiao Yuanshan, I won't make a move. Your current strength is enough to do it. But it's easy to kill them, but it's hard to keep your parents alive."

"So, I have a proposal, do you want to hear it?"

In the silent deep forest, two figures left one after another.

Xu Zhu's face is calm, with a hint of relaxation and relief.Ye Wuxin remained expressionless, looked up at the sky, and disappeared into Shaolin Temple without a sound.

(End of this chapter)