[comprehensive] as a system

Murong Bo didn't dare to use the Shaolin stunts he had learned secretly in public, but Qiao Feng also gave up the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and only countered Murong Bo's moves with the No. [-] long fist combined with Shaolin claws.

Fortunately, Qiao Feng has been practicing martial arts diligently since he was a child, and the martial arts taught by his mentor Xuan Ku have been perfected after these years of beating; in addition, Qiao Feng himself is of foreign blood, with a strong physique, and his meridians are not like ordinary people. Instead, they are extremely strong and broad. Compared with Murong Bo who has learned too much and calculated too much, the difference is actually very small, so it is difficult to distinguish between the two of them for a while.

Qiao Feng slapped his palm like the wind, and in a set of long fists, he suddenly flashed out a move of cloud-dispelling palms, and slapped Murong Bo's left shoulder; Rubbing secretly in the sleeve and tapping repeatedly, it is actually a way to join fingers!

Unexpectedly, Qiao Feng was listening to all directions, and he knew something was wrong, he stepped back half a step sideways to avoid Murong Bo's pointing wind, the hand that was slapping Murong Bo's left shoulder was not idle, and took advantage of the situation with the kung fu of a dragon's grasping hand Just grabbed it, firmly grasped Murong Bo's left shoulder blade, and pulled it hard!

Murong Bo let out a cry of pain, and then accidentally used the Prajna Palm with his backhand, and slapped Qiao Feng's waist heavily.

"Ah! Prajna palm!"

"This thief really stole my Shaolin martial arts!"

Qiao Feng didn't care about the exclamation of the Shaolin monks, he pushed Murong Bo's palm away with a little skill, but he had to let go of the hand holding his shoulder.

The two separated slightly, and everyone took a closer look, Qiao Feng was fine, Murong Bo's left sleeve was completely torn off, and from shoulder to elbow, there were five glaring streaks of blood dripping down his arm. Bleeding.

The two fought fiercely for a while, and their breath became unstable.

Qiao Feng acted openly and aboveboard, only staring at Murong Bo's movements with piercing eyes, and followed up with a public case from that year, but Murong Bo thought too much...

Murong Bo knew in his heart that if there were no uncertainties today, he might not be able to escape; but this kid is so difficult, even if he was really killed, would the monks around him be able to watch him leave?

Therefore, the two people in the battle looked at each other, Qiao Feng was taken aback for a moment - Murong Bo suddenly pulled back, everyone's eyes were blurred, and the next moment they saw Murong Bo's injured left hand grabbing a Shaolin monk's shoulder , the intact right hand was about to grab that monk's throat!

Unexpectedly, before the people present came forward to rescue him, the monk turned his side slightly, and Murong Bo yelled angrily: "What a thief..." His subordinates were merciless and strangled the monk's neck!

Master Kongjian cried out in mourning: "Yuanzhen!!"

When he jumped up and split Murong Bo with his palm, he saw that the man didn't resist at all, like a kite that has been unthreaded, he flew straight upside down without making a sound.

Qiao Feng didn't dare to be careless and chased after him, he was surprised to find that Murong Bo's face turned black, he had been hit by a poison and he was already dead!

He himself is a lay disciple of Shaolin, and most of the monks gathered in the square today are familiar with Qiao Feng.

Immediately, several monks holding torches surrounded Qiao Feng, fearing that Murong Bo would sneak up on him in the dark, and wanted to help him illuminate the surrounding situation, but as soon as Qiao Feng rolled over Murong Bo's body, these monks I was also surprised!

"What's wrong?"

"It seems to be poisoned..."

Qiao Feng and the people around him were all in shock, they looked at each other, and worked together to untie Murong Bo's messy clothes. On the left side of his chest, there really was a small purple-black hole, and there was a piece of the end of a needle inside...

Then a monk went to report to the abbot: "Abbot, Murong Bo is dead, it seems that he was hit by a hidden weapon!"

Abbot Kong Wen heard the words, hurried over with a few elders to check on Murong Bo's body, suddenly he heard Master Kong shouting angrily behind him: "You guys!! Traitors!!!"

Everyone turned their heads to take a look—for a while, they saw that the master was stunned on the ground, and several other monks were violently hurting others. It seemed that they wanted to take Yuanzhen's body away!

Master Kongjian is a master of Shaolin's unique skills. Although when he faced Xie Xun, he was severely injured and fainted by the seven-injury punch of the golden-haired lion king, but Xie Xun respected him and went all the way. Protecting Kongjian's heart, he sent him back to Shaolin Temple.

After the master was rescued, no matter how difficult it was to improve his martial arts, Kong Jian had already recovered his previous martial arts. Back then, he was able to forcibly resist the golden-haired lion king Xie Xun's seven-injury fist. How could he be underestimated?

Even if people like Grand Master Kong were knocked down after meeting each other, why don't everyone understand?

Master Kongxing was already furious: "What a thief, you actually use such a vicious hidden weapon! You are a monk in vain!!"

Kong Wen, Kong Xing, Fang Sheng, Fang Zheng, Xuan Ku and others who were present at the scene stopped talking and went off in person to fight with those monks who made trouble. Only Master Kong Zhi hurried over to check Kong Jian's situation.

At this time, Master Kongjian was indeed hit by the same poison needle as Murong Bo, but the injury was in a different place, and the poison didn't reach his heart for a while.Master Kongzhi protected Kong Jian's heart veins, looking at the past, the victory and defeat have been divided.

Now most of Shaolin masters are here, how can these traitors be allowed to be presumptuous?

All the masters left the field in person, and the sudden chaos was quickly suppressed; but the incident broke out without warning, and the monks present were injured a lot at once, and several of them were injured by the needles, including being subdued It turned out that the common people in the square lost their combat power all of a sudden.

When something like this happened, everyone in Shaolin, from the abbot Kongwen to the monks in the Discipline Hall, frowned. I really don't know where it started?

When they went to check Yuanzhen's body again, they found a hidden weapon for firing a needle on him...

Murong Bo is dead, yet another culprit has been brought out within Shaolin.

The Shaolin monks escorted the rebel monks to the discipline hall for interrogation, and some injured people needed to be helped to the room for treatment. After a while, the people in the square gradually dispersed.

After all, Qiao Feng was only a lay disciple, and he couldn't be too involved in Shaolin's internal affairs, so he had a few words with his master Xuanku, and stayed in the square with Monk Liaochen to talk.

It was already late at night, and the mountain wind was a bit chilly, but Kang Min didn't dare to move, for fear that Qiao Feng would notice her presence, so he could only silently wait for them to leave.

Over there Qiao Feng knelt in front of Xiao Yuanshan and said in a low voice: "Father, why didn't you wait for the child to come back? I..."

Liaochen was originally a resolute person, but after suffering a catastrophe, this resoluteness became stubborn and extreme.

But since he was enlightened by the sweeping monk outside the Sutra Pavilion, and saw his enemy die with his own eyes today, Liao Chen's whole body became peaceful.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground with a sturdy body exactly like Qiao Feng, he stretched out his hand and patted his son kindly, and said with a smile: "Son, I had a good life in the first half of my life, but then I lived a miserable life, and now I feel that I have converted to Buddhism." There is nothing wrong with reaching peace of mind. Since I have chosen this path, what difference does it make sooner or later? I am fine, so why should you be sentimental?"

The feelings in Qiao Feng's heart were really complicated. He was happy for his father, but also felt unspeakably sad, so he changed the subject and said, "Father, so that you can know that the boy has already engaged a marriage with Miss Zhou Zhiruo Zhou from the Emei School..."

Although Liaochen has entered Buddhism, his temperament is still as bold as it was more than twenty years ago. Hearing this, he laughed happily: "Okay! Feng'er is going to have a family!" He stretched out his palm like a cattail fan and patted Qiao Feng. and asked, "Miss Zhou Zhiruo, is it the girl Zhou who just took over as head of Emei?"

"It's her." When mentioning his fiancée, Qiao Feng couldn't help but smile: "Father, Miss Zhou is gentle, kind, smart and easy-going. If you meet Miss Zhou, you will definitely like her!"

Hearing this, Liaochen was stunned, with a mixture of sadness and joy on his face, and said in a low voice: "Your mother is actually from Song Dynasty, and she is also a gentle and kind lady... Well, Feng'er, I think your mother will like Zhou Zhou. A daughter-in-law like a girl, good, good!"

It was the first time Qiao Feng heard about his biological mother, he was taken aback, and said: "Father, when Miss Zhou is free, I will definitely bring her to see Daddy."

Liao Chen shook his head: "Feng'er, why do you think I don't want you to change your name? Firstly, it's true that the elder brothers and sisters-in-law of the Qiao family raised you all these years, so you must not forget your kindness; secondly, it was me Xiao's surname is actually the great surname of Khitan, and I'm afraid it will interfere with you in the future; come three times..."

"Father?" Qiao Feng looked at the suddenly silent old father with some incomprehension, and asked softly.

Liaochen smiled freely: "Feng'er, after all, I have already shaved ordained to become a monk, and now all my enemies are dead in front of my eyes, except for one, you have nothing to worry about. This old monk is already a foreigner, what difference does it make if your surname is Xiao or Qiao?" ? It’s just me, a monk. It’s nostalgic for you to visit me from time to time. How can you still see your daughter-in-law? What’s the matter?”

Qiao Feng was sore in his heart, he forced a smile and said: "You don't want to see your daughter-in-law, I'm afraid it's difficult—Miss Zhou is the head of Emei now, if there are any major events in the martial arts in the future, she will definitely attend. Even if you don't come with the abbot Temple, you will always see her when Lao Shaolin, head of Emei, visits her."

As he spoke, his voice trembled: "Besides, do you even plan not to attend your son's wedding?"

Liao Chen's eyes were sore when he said: "You child, why bother to recruit me? I'm afraid that in class tomorrow morning, I will be punished by my brother for copying scriptures again."

Qiao Feng knew that his father was being persuaded, and he didn't dare to hinder his father's cultivation, so he said with a smile: "But daddy hasn't said yet, which master did you worship? And what is this senior brother talking about?" Master?"

"I am your elder after all, what if I am inferior to Senior Brother Xuan Ku? What should I do? I just worshiped Master Du Nan as my mentor."

Liao Chen smiled, helped his son to stand up, and patted the ashes on his son's pants that had been kneeling for a long time, which made Qiao Feng feel even more uncomfortable. Instead, he didn't pay attention, only holding Qiao Feng's arm, leading the He went to the mountain gate, intending to send him down the mountain.

Kang Min heard the two people walking and saying from a distance: "Who else can there be? Brother Kong Xing is the most strict, and the Dharma is advanced, so the master asked him to guide me to learn Buddhism from the beginning..."

The author has something to say: Yuan Zhen is Cheng Kun... He died so simply...

Master Kongjian is Cheng Kun's master in Shaolin. The original book is about being beaten to death by Xie Xun's thirteen punches and seven injuries, but...he is still alive