Start with the gods

Chapter 35
"My second brother is right. If Murong Bo had not died, he might have been the one who delivered the news."

Qiao Feng said in confusion: "But why would he do this? What good would it do to him?"

"About this point, my younger brother also has some guesses." Guo Yu explained, "I don't know, the Murong family is the descendant of the Xianbei Murong royal family, and they have always been determined to restore their Yan Kingdom."

"So Murong Bo most likely wants to use this matter of uncle to stir up a new war between Song and Liao, so that his Murong family can benefit from it."

"My little brother even suspects that Murong Bo was responsible for some of the recent murders in Jianghu, in order to stir up disputes in the martial arts world and obtain property."

"So that's how it is." Qiao Feng was furious when he heard this, "For his own selfishness, he ignored tens of millions of people in the two countries, so he really deserves to be killed."

"I remembered, the old man seemed to have seen this person before." Xiao Yuanshan thought for a while, and then solemnly said to the two of them: "We met occasionally in Shaolin, we fought against each other a few times, and it was a close call."

"If I had known this person might be Murong Bo, I should have shot him with all my might."

"Uncle is right." Guo Yu testified, "That man is indeed proficient in many Shaolin 72 unique skills, which is rare in the world."

"Then what should we do?" Qiao Feng asked with a frown, "Murong Bo hides his head and shows his tail. It's very difficult for us to catch him, so how can we avenge him?"

"That's right, the old man has been staying in the Shaolin Buddhist scriptures pavilion all these years, and he has only been vaguely aware of the existence of this person, and has met him occasionally."

Xiao Yuanshan echoed, "If you want to find him specially, I'm afraid it's not so easy, it's hard to find out where he's hiding."

"About this, uncle and elder brother don't need to worry, my younger brother has an idea."

Guo Yu smiled lightly and said, "Murong Bo only has one son, Murong Fu, so we can definitely use Murong Fu to lure him out."

"That's one way." Qiao Feng frowned, "It's just a bit ungentlemanly."

"Brother, Murong Fu has been instilled with the idea of ​​restoring the country since he was a child, which is more extreme than his father."

Guo Yu explained, "I heard that he also used the pseudonym Li Yanzong, joined Xixia Yipintang, and has been making troubles on the border between Song and Xia. He is really not a good person."

"Murong Fu has been well-known in the world for more than ten years. I never thought he was a sinister and sneaky person. He and Murong Bo's family are like a nest of snakes."

Hearing this, Qiao Feng's face became extremely ugly, and he said angrily: "It's a great shame to be as famous as this kind of person."

"Brother, in your capacity, we can send a letter to invite Master Zhiguang, Zhao Qiansun and other people who ambush my uncle back then to gather in Shaolin Temple."

Seeing that Qiao Feng understood, Guo Yu breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Let's hold a martial arts conference here to resolve the grievances between the two parties. At the same time, we invite heroes from all sides to serve as witnesses and explain clearly what happened back then."

"When the time comes, there will be kindness and revenge, and elder brother and uncle can make a deal with them together."

"I believe that Murong and his son will not miss this kind of scene. When the time comes, we will find the opportunity to find Murong Bo and avenge our aunt."

"Nephew's plan is very good, I think it can be done in this way."

Before Qiao Feng could open his mouth to agree, Xiao Yuanshan first agreed, nodded one after another and said, "Just in front of the heroes of the world, expose the true face of Xuan Ci, that old bald donkey, and let the world hear what good things he, the abbot of Shaolin, has done all these years. "

"Okay, then we will follow the second brother's plan." Qiao Feng has never been a timid person, and he thinks Guo Yu's plan is good.

Next, the three of them sat in the yard to discuss the details.

"Uncle, brother, someone is coming." Guo Yu's hearing was sharp, and he could feel footsteps approaching from a long distance. "There are about 20 people, probably Shaolin monks."

"Forget it, let's leave the shelter first, there is no need to conflict with them now."

After Qiao Feng learned of his life, he knew that meeting the Shaolin monk would definitely cause unpleasant troubles, so he planned to avoid it first.

Guo Yu and Xiao Yuanshan naturally would not refuse, after Qiao Feng told Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, they left the courtyard together with Qiao Feng and flew away.

"Feng'er, for my father, I'm going to the Shaolin Buddhist scriptures pavilion to see if I can find any traces of Murong Bo."

Now Xiao Yuanshan hated Murong Bo to the bone, naturally he wished to see him sooner, if there was a chance, he would not mind killing Murong Bo in advance.

So after arriving in a safe area and finding an inn to stay in, Xiao Yuanshan began to think about looking for Murong Bo.

"The child will accompany you for a walk."

Of course, Qiao Feng was worried about letting his old father whom he had just met go alone, and turned to look at Guo Yu, "Second Brother, then you can wait here for a while, our father and son will come as soon as we go."

"Okay, I will follow what elder brother said." Guo Yu nodded in response.

Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan are the top masters in the world. Even if they really meet Murong Bo, it will not be difficult for them to defeat him together.

As for those Shaolin monks, there was no way Xiao Yuanshan and his son could be left behind.

So even if Guo Yu doesn't go, I believe they won't be in too much danger.

The most important thing is that Guo Yu still doesn't want to see the sweeping monk in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion.

He has just entered the grand master now, and his cultivation base is absolutely rare in the Jianghu.

But compared to the sweeping monk, Guo Yu still has a long way to go, and there is a big gap between the two sides.

Therefore, he plans to save up for a while, and then personally meet this monk who is known as the ceiling of the Tianlong world.

So he stayed alone in the inn to rest. After running around for a long time, he was really tired and needed a good night's sleep.

……

"Second brother, second brother..." At midnight, Qiao Feng suddenly called out urgently.

Guo Yu lit the oil lamp, opened the door, and saw Qiao Feng holding a beautiful girl in a monk's robe, standing anxiously outside the room.

"Brother, come in quickly." Guo Yu hurriedly moved out of the way.

Qiao Feng walked quickly to the bed, and gently placed the little girl on the bed.

Turning around, he said anxiously: "Brother, take a quick look, how is Miss Azhu's injury?"

Guo Yu stepped forward and saw A'Zhu lying on the bed with a pale complexion, his breathing was getting weaker and weaker.

He grabbed A'Zhu's arm and put it lightly on his wrist, he felt that his pulse also became intermittent, the situation was very dangerous.

"Brother, Miss Ah Zhu was injured by the powerful vajra palm of Shaolin, and the injury is quite serious."

Guo Yu got up and turned to Qiao Feng to comfort her, "But you don't have to worry, with my little brother's medical skills, I guarantee that she will be fine."

Guo Yu stood upright directly in front of the bed, using the Yiyang Finger Kungfu, pointing his fingers at Azhu's wrist, and slowly channeling his true energy.

One yang finger is indeed a very special magical skill, especially after Xu Zhu improved it, he maximized the healing effect.

Therefore, with Guo Yu's great master's skills at this time, A'Zhu's pale face improved significantly in just half an hour, and gradually returned to rosy.

Immediately afterwards, the breathing also became stronger and stronger, only slightly worse than ordinary people.

"Huh..." Another half an hour later, Guo Yu recovered his energy and exhaled a long breath of true energy.

"Brother, Miss A'Zhu is fine." Guo Yu explained in a soft voice, "Just rest for a few days, and you'll be back to normal."

"That's good, that's good..." Qiao Feng also let out a long breath, his expression changed from anxious to tired.

"Brother, how did you meet Miss Azhu?" Guo Yuming asked knowingly.

Qiao Feng, finally relieved, sat at the table with Guo Yu and explained slowly.

Finally, he took out a sutra book from his arms and told Guo Yu thoughtfully, "A'Zhu finally thrust this sutra book into my hand, not knowing what was recorded in it."

Qiao Feng opened the cover lightly, several pages in a row, finally closed and sighed softly: "Ah Zhu said he was not angry with the Shaolin monks who underestimated her, so he stole this scripture and wanted to anger them."

"But for this scripture that no one can understand, she almost lost her own life."

"Brother, let me take a look." Guo Yu narrowed his gaze, and carefully took the scripture from Qiao Feng's hand.

Looking at it, I saw that the book was filled with many exotic characters, which were obviously different from the characters of Eastern countries. It was impossible for ordinary people to understand them.

Fortunately, Guo Yu once studied Sanskrit for a period of time in order to study martial arts and medical skills, and he could read it easily.

(End of this chapter)