Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 229 The Father and Son Meet
Yuanyou four years, April

West of Luoyang City
With a high crown on his head, Huang Lin was dressed in a black and white chiming Taoist robe, holding a long sword with a black scabbard, and walked all the way to Anyefang.

The main rudder of the beggar gang is located here.

"You are. Huang Daxia?"

As soon as they reached the gate, the beggar gang disciples on duty recognized Huang Lin. They could always remember Huang Lin's figure descending from the sky in Yingchou Gorge last year.

"It's Huang. Is the leader Qiao here?"

Huang Lin greeted with a smile.

The disciple looked a little excited, and said quickly:

"Yes, please, Mr. Huang, I'll go and inform our guild leader right away."

"It's work!"

Following the disciples of the beggar gang entered the gate, passed through the vestibule, and entered a side hall. After the disciple served some tea, he rushed away.

Huang Lin has been looking around at the head of the beggar gang since he entered the door.

Although it is a little simple, but the layout is quite grand, it is no loss that it is the largest gang in the world.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Before anyone arrived, Qiao Feng's laughter had already been heard.

Huang Lin turned his head and saw a tall and burly figure crossing the threshold and stepping in.

"Brother Huang, long time no see, you still have the same style!"

"Haha, I can't compare to Brother Qiao. In the past year, Brother Qiao's reputation on North Qiaofeng has become even louder."

Huang Lin stood up and cupped his fists, and saluted Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng laughed and waved his hands.

"Hey, it's all friends from the rivers and lakes who love you, and it can't compare to Brother Huang's idle clouds and wild cranes."

He said it humbly, but Huang Lin could see that he was quite pleased with it.

After seeing the ceremony, after the two sat down again, Qiao Feng asked:
"Brother Huang is coming to Luoyang this time, yes."

"Passing by Luoyang, I thought the leader of the beggar gang is here, so I came to drink with you, what's the matter? No welcome?"

Seeing Huang Lin pretending to be angry, Qiao Feng laughed.

"Hahaha, Qiao is happy and not in a hurry, why not welcome? It's just that Qiao's drinks here are not comparable to Brother Huang's fine wines."

After hearing this, Huang Lin was very happy.

He was just about to find an excuse to pull Qiao Feng out for a private talk, but he didn't expect the other party to hand him a ladder, so he said along the way:
"What's so difficult about it? Huang even put a batch of good wine in Xue's Zhuangzi, how about..."

Hearing this, Qiao Feng's thoughts changed rapidly, and he already knew it.

Sure enough, she didn't come to see him for a drink, she must have something important to talk to him alone.

Dang even waved his hand, stood up and said:

"Brother Huang, this wine really misses me, let's go, let's set off now, if we don't get drunk today, we won't return!"

"Haha, brother Qiao is refreshing, let's go out of the city right now, and take Xiaojin out!"

As soon as he heard Xiao Jin, the embarrassment flashed across Qiao Feng's face.

He still remembered the incident in Xue Zhuang last year, when he almost worshiped that big eagle.

After arranging the Clan Leader's affairs, Qiao Feng left Luoyang with Huang Lin.

"Brother Diao, long time no see!"

Seeing Xiao Jin walking down slowly, Qiao Feng laughed, stepped forward and patted Xiao Jin.

"Cuckoo cluck cluck"

When Xiao Jin saw Qiao Feng, his eyes lit up, and he screamed excitedly.

It remembers the drinking Twoleg.

Xue Zhuang, front yard

Old man Mi is in the courtyard, lying on a deck chair basking in the sun.

He had correspondence with Shen Jie, and every time he received a letter, he would ask someone who was literate in the village to read it to him, and then asked someone to answer the letter for him.

Shen Jie mentioned in his letters several times that he was invited to Misty City, so that it would be more convenient for the grandpa and grandson to meet.

But old man Mi has been hesitating, he always felt that it would be too much trouble for Mr. Huang, but he really missed Shen Jie in his heart.

"Wow~"

A high-pitched eagle cry woke Old Man Mi up, and he quickly got up from the recliner.

He clearly remembered this special carving sound, it was Young Master Huang's mount.

Could it be that Mr. Huang is here?
Immediately look around.

Sure enough, in the southern sky, a huge golden eagle was flying rapidly.

Seeing this, old man Mi stepped forward and walked towards the gate of the manor.

"Mr. Mi, long time no see, how are you?"

As soon as he landed, Huang Lin stepped forward to say hello to old man Mi.

Old man Mi grinned and said with a smile:

"Thanks to Mr. Huang, the old man is fine!"

"Haha, I'll take you to Misty City after I'm done with the work at hand. Little Jie'er has been thinking about it for a long time."

Hearing this, old man Mi was overjoyed, since even Mr. Huang had spoken, he no longer hesitated.

"Thank you, Young Master Huang!"

Immediately saluted.

Huang Lin waved his hand and said:

"You are Xiao Jie'er's grandfather, so I should pick you up, don't be polite."

"Ask the servants to prepare some food and move to the lake in the backyard."

After explaining the matter, Huang Lin took Qiao Feng and Xiao Jin into Zhuangzi and walked directly to the backyard.

The small courtyard by the lake was still empty, Huang Lin went in and brought out a few jars of wine, then sat opposite Qiao Feng in the pavilion.

"Good wine. Qiao has been looking for some wine to drink this year, but it's not as strong as brother Huang's."

After finishing the drink in the bowl in one gulp, Qiao Feng let out a long sigh of relief, his face full of admiration.

Huang Lin smiled, and after drinking the wine in the bowl, he lit the bottom of the bowl at him.

Qiao Feng lifted the jar, filled the two wine bowls, and then asked with a straight face:

"Brother Huang's trip to Luoyang this time is not just as simple as drinking with Qiao, right?"

Huang Lin was not surprised at all, if he couldn't even see this, Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang, would be in vain.

"Thank you Brother Qiao for your trust. Huang doesn't beat around the bush, so let's just say it straight."

Seeing Qiao Feng nodding his head, Huang Lin went on to say:

"Brother Qiao, do you know the origin of that wolf head tattoo on your chest?"

Qiao Feng was bringing the wine bowl to his mouth, but he paused for a moment, then drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

Then he frowned and asked with doubts on his face:

"How did Brother Huang know that Qiao has this tattoo? According to my father, Qiao was weak when he was young, so he tattooed a wolf's head on Qiao's chest to get a lucky head."

Huang Lin smiled, took out a letter from his pocket, put it on the table, and pushed it towards Qiao Feng.

"Brother Qiao, read this letter first."

Qiao Feng looked at it suspiciously, and was attracted to it.

Sword beard, my brother personally opened.

A letter to your teacher?Judging by its color, it is quite old.

Looking up at Huang Lin, seeing him drinking wine on his own, Qiao Feng picked up the letter and opened it with a frown.

There were two pieces of letterhead inside, he opened one casually,
I saw that the letter said:
"Words to the Vice-Master Ma of the Beggar Gang, the Elder Chuangong, the Elder Law Enforcement, and the Elders Ji Zhu:
If Qiao Feng was close to the Liao Dynasty and rebelled against the Han Dynasty, and helped the Khitan to suppress the Song Dynasty, the whole gang would join forces to kill them immediately, there must be no mistakes.Poisoning and assassination are all possible, and the perpetrators have made meritorious deeds and are not guilty.

Written by Wang Jiantong himself.

The seventh day of May in the sixth year of Yuanfeng in the Song Dynasty. "

Qiao Feng recognized it clearly, it was indeed the handwriting of his mentor Wang Jiantong.

But why would the teacher give such an order?Pro-Liao and traitor to Han?He, Qiao Feng, is such a good man, how could he act like this? !
Thinking of this, he was full of doubts and couldn't help asking:
"Brother Huang, do you know the reason?"

"Brother Qiao, don't worry, you will understand after you read the other letter."

Huang Lin shook his head without explaining to him.

He let Nine Wings steal this letter. As for what would happen to Ma Dayuan after he found out, Qiao Feng would probably have resigned from the position of leader by then.

Qiao Feng took a deep look at Huang Lin, and opened another piece of letter paper.

"Brother Jianbeard:
After several nights of long talks, my brother's intention of passing on the throne has never changed.However, I have been thinking about it for days, and I still think it is impossible.

Qiao Jun is outstanding in talent, great in meritorious service, and a man of daring and blood. Not only is he an out-of-the-ordinary figure in the noble gang, but even if he is regarded as a fellow in martial arts in China, he is rarely able to match him.

With this talent and succession to my brother's position, the prestige of the Beggar Clan will grow stronger in the future, which is expected.

However, the bloody battle outside Yanmen Pass that day, and the thrilling scene, haunted me all day long.

This son is not of my race, his father and his mother died at the hands of both of us.It is enough for this son not to know his origin, otherwise not only the beggar gang will be destroyed by him, but also the Central Plains Wulin will suffer great catastrophe.

There are very few people in this world who are as talented in martial arts as this one.

The important matters in your gang are beyond the reach of outsiders, but our friendship is extraordinary, and this matter is too involved, please think twice.

Handwritten by the foolish brother Xuanci.

The thirteenth day of February in the sixth year of Yuanfeng in the Song Dynasty. "

Qiao Feng's complexion became worse and worse. After seeing the words Xuanci, he raised his head suddenly, stared at Huang Lin and said word by word:

"This is impossible!"

Qiao Feng's eyes were red, and his anger rose.

"Qiao treats you like a brother, how can you deceive Qiao with such a fake letter?!"

Seeing that he might strike at any time, Huang Lin was not nervous at all, took a sip of his drink slowly, and then raised his head to meet Qiao Feng's gaze.

"You don't recognize Xuanci's handwriting, and you don't recognize Wang's handwriting either?"

In one sentence, Qiao Feng was in a daze.

He couldn't help picking up Wang Jiantong's handwriting again, only to notice that the date of inscription was the day when he took over as the leader of the beggar gang.

Thinking that my mentor has always treated me like a loving father, but I didn't know that I would secretly make this will on the day when I took over as the leader of the beggar gang, I couldn't help but feel sore in my heart.

He also believed in Xuanci's letter to some extent.

"You gave me this letter, why?"

His voice was rather hoarse, and this incident had too much impact on him.

"Ugh"

Huang Lin put down the wine bowl, sighed, and continued:

"Huang will tell you about the Yanmen Pass, 27 years ago."

".The baby was finally fostered at the farmhouse at the foot of Mount Shaoshi."

Qiao Feng's face was a little ashen, his expression was in a trance, and his heart was at a loss.

From what Huang Lin said, combined with the two letters from Xuanci and Wang Jiantong, he was able to confirm that he was really a Khitan and not a Han.

In that case, Wang Jiantong is not his mentor, but killed his father and enemy?

In the early years, his mentor Xuan Ku knew about his background, so he often looked at him and sighed when he was young.

However, Qiao Sanhuai and his wife treated him as if they were his own, they were all close to him when it came to food and clothing.

For a moment, Qiao Feng was in a state of confusion.

At this moment, an old voice sounded not far away:

"Hmph! Whether it's Khitan people or Han people, is it that important?!"

Hearing this, Qiao Feng turned his head to look.

But I saw a burly figure standing outside the pavilion.

The man was dressed in a black robe, with a felt hat on his head, his eyebrows were gray, and he looked at him lovingly.

the most important is.

That person looks almost exactly like him!
Qiao Feng stood up involuntarily, his eyes wide open.

"you"

(End of this chapter)