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Chapter 203 The top of Huashan Mountain, right and wrong, today’s discussion! (middle)
  The gray-robed monk said: "I am hiding next to the Shaolin Temple to borrow some things."

The man in black said: "I hid beside the Shaolin Temple to borrow some things. Our three contests should have resulted in a winner."

The gray-clothed monk said: "That's right. Your martial arts skills are excellent. I'm very grateful for the guidance."

The man in black said: "Your Excellency is not complacent and is diligent and diligent. My brothers admire you very much."

It's just that although the two of them spoke modestly, their eyes were always watching each other's every move, as if they were always on guard against the other's sneak attack.

Looking at the two people who suddenly appeared, Deng Baichuan couldn't help but look strange. Only Ma Dayuan and Xuanci had complicated expressions. After a moment, Xuanci put his hands together and took a step forward and said: "Amitabha, for many years No, I wonder how the two donors are doing?"

As soon as Xuanci said these words, the expressions of the monk in gray and the monk in black changed slightly at the same time, but the two just looked at each other strangely and did not answer directly.

But Xuanci seemed to have guessed the reaction of the two of them. He spoke slowly, his voice still calm and calm as usual, and said: "Old donor Xiao, there was news from someone's family that caused me to kill a good person by mistake in front of the rocky valley outside Yanmen Pass. You have been hiding in the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion of our temple for more than twenty years in order to take revenge, which can be said to be very deliberate!"

Before the monk in black could show his surprised look, Xuanci raised his voice again and said: "Murong Bo, old benefactor Murong, you falsely sent a message that day, saying that Khitan warriors were coming to Shaolin Temple to seize martial arts books in large numbers, which led to all kinds of big mistakes. You But have you ever felt the slightest bit guilty?"

Deng Baichuan and the others were all shocked when they suddenly heard him say the word "Murong Bo". It is well known in the world that Mr. Murong's father's last name was "Bo", but he has been dead for many years. Why did Master Xuanci suddenly call him by this name?

Could it be that Murong Bo was the one who falsely reported the news?

Deng Baichuan and the others followed his gaze, but their eyes were focused on the gray-robed monk standing in front of Murong Fu.

The gray-clothed monk looked a little surprised when he heard this, but soon gave out a long laugh, and then said: "Master Abbot, you have such sharp eyesight that you actually recognized me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and pulled down the curtain, revealing a face with clear eyes and long white eyebrows.

When Deng Baichuan and the other four saw this, they were all surprised and shouted: "Old sir, you... you are not... not dead?"

Immediately, countless doubts arose in the minds of the four of them: The old gentleman passed away that day. Everyone, including the young master, tried to stop him more than once, and personally accompanied the young master to bury his old family members. How could he be resurrected?

Naturally, he used his magical power to hold his breath and fake death.

But why fake death?

Why even the young master had to hide it?

Deng Baichuan and the others couldn't help but change their expressions when they thought about this. Even Feng BoE and Bao BuTong, who had always been quite impatient, couldn't help but speculate...

Xuanci said: "Murong, old benefactor, I have been friends with you for many years, and I have always respected you as a person. When you told me about this that day, I believed you deeply. Later, I accidentally killed a good man, and I will never see you again." Not here. Later I heard that you passed away due to illness, and I mourned very much. I always just said that you were just like me at that time. You misbelieved people's words, made unintentional mistakes, felt guilty, and died young. Who knew... Sigh... !”

His long sigh actually contained endless regret and blame.

When Qiao Feng heard this, he couldn't help but look at Murong Fu. At this moment, although he already knew the whole story, he still couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

When Murong Fu heard this, he just stared at the back of the monk in gray with an incomprehensible expression, his thoughts drifting far away.

As the power of his subordinates grew, he also gradually captured Murong Bo's secret actions in recent years. For example, a few years after Murong Bo faked his death, he became very quiet and thought about things, and transformed into Yan Longyuan, doing business in the Lianghuai area. Claiming to be a subordinate of the "Gusu Murong" clan, he issued the Yanqi Order with black characters, used his superb martial arts to intimidate the surrendered heroes, and expanded his power without revealing the slightest news.

As Murong Fu grew older, he became handsome in appearance, accomplished in martial arts, and made a name for himself in the world of martial arts. He became known as "Southern Murong" and "Northern Qiao Feng" and was recognized by the world. They are also known as the two masters of martial arts in the Central Plains.

Xuanci said: "Murong, old benefactor, you and I have known each other for many years, and we claim to be the reason for each other, but I never thought that you had planned such a big thing for yourself, but you had killed so many innocent lives in vain!"

When he said this, Xuanci's tone rarely sounded sad.

The two old friends hadn't seen each other for many years, and because they were involved in the unjust case back then, Xuanci obviously talked a lot more than before.

"Old abbot, it seems you do know a lot of things!"

Hearing Xuanci mention the big thing he was planning, Murong Bo's expression that was still smiling just now became obviously more solemn.

"Wait a minute, old monk, do you think this person was the mastermind behind what happened back then?"

The masked monk in black said suddenly.

"Now that things have happened, is Donor Xiao still unwilling to reveal his true face?"

Seeing Xiao Yuanshan finally speaking, Master Xuanci asked instead without answering.

"it is good!"

Xiao Yuanshan's answer was also extremely decisive.

Without waiting for Xuanci to reply, he reached out and pulled away his veil.

Ma Dayuan exclaimed "Ah" and saw that he had big ears, a bushy beard, and a very majestic appearance. He was about sixty years old.

If it weren't for his age, his appearance would be almost identical to Qiao Feng's.

At this moment, Ma Dayuan was completely convinced by the handwriting left by the former gang leader Wang Jiantong, and understood that the mighty and domineering old man in front of him was Qiao Feng's biological father.

"Good boy, do you still remember daddy?"

The first thing Xiao Yuanshan did after revealing his true appearance was to suddenly look at Qiao Feng beside him.

"Are you my father?"

Qiao Feng's tone was slightly complicated, and he was surprised but not happy, but rather bitter.

Xiao Yuanshan laughed heartily and said: "Good boy, good boy, I am your father. We have the same body shape and appearance as father and son. No need to remember, everyone knows that I am your father." He stretched out his hand and said, He pulled open his chest and revealed a tattooed wolf head.

When Qiao Feng saw this, there was no hint of surprise on his face. Instead, his heart became increasingly bitter.

Just because he also has this tattooed wolf head tattooed on his chest.

Looking at Qiao Feng in front of him, Xiao Yuanshan's tone seemed a little excited. He just heard him say: "Haha, good boy, that day I was so sad that I jumped off a cliff and committed suicide. Who knew that my life was not meant to be cut off, so I fell into a big tree at the bottom of the valley. On the branches, he was immortal. Now that his father's desire to die was gone, he wanted to take revenge. That day outside Yanmen Pass, the heroes of the Central Plains killed your mother who didn't know martial arts without asking the reason. My child, do you think this revenge should be avenged?"

Seeing that his whereabouts were still exposed today, he simply recognized his son.

Of course, there are other reasons for this. For example, today on the top of Huashan Mountain, we are outnumbered and the enemy is outnumbered. Not to mention Murong Bo and his son, they have four generals and other subordinates waiting for help.

This is not to mention the old members of the Murong family and others who are guarding the foot of Huashan...

Next to him was Master Xuanci, who was the leader back then. Twenty years ago, Xuanci's martial arts was far inferior to him. But after twenty years of hard training, Xuanci's martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds. Even if Xuanci is alone, he can Don't dare to win easily.

This was not intended to boost others' popularity, but because he had secretly learned the seventy-two stunts while hiding in the Shaolin Temple over the years, and he did not know that his practice of one martial art had gone sideways, causing him to feel pain in a key point from time to time.

As time goes by, this pain has not been relieved, and has even intensified in recent years.

Due to this, Xiao Yuanshan has never walked around the Central Plains martial arts world in these years...

Today, their father and son recognize each other. It is not only a reunion of flesh and blood after many years of separation, but also the potential meaning of uniting the power of father and son to fight against the heroes of the Central Plains present today.

"Dad..." Looking at the seemingly heroic and majestic old man in front of him, Qiao Feng felt as if a huge boulder had been pressed down on his heart. He just called out dad, but couldn't say the rest.

"The child has met his father!"

At this time, Murong Fu raised his hands and bowed.

"Good boy!"

Looking at Murong Fu who was handsome and accomplished in martial arts and lived up to his expectations, Murong Bo couldn't help but have a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

In order to revive Dayan, he did not hesitate to fake his own death and escape. It took him many years of scheming to recruit a team of people on Shandong Road. However, in just a few years, his son established a Fuwei Escort Agency that almost covered the borders of the Song Dynasty.

Not to mention that his current prestige in the martial arts is comparable to that of the Shaolin Temple, and he has become the first person in the martial arts in the future.

The only flaw is that he is too young. For example, today's appointment with Qiao Feng on the top of Huashan Mountain seemed to him to be too much of a fight of spirit.

Although he has created a considerable foundation now, one of them has no heirs left, and the other two major achievements have not been completed yet, and he is competing with others for this moment of bloody courage!
  At the same time, Xiao Yuanshan seemed not to notice the low tone of Qiao Feng's tone. He suddenly took two steps forward, pointed at Murong Bo opposite him and shouted: "Old thief Murong, you are the culprit, you and I exchanged palms three times back then. I regret that I didn’t know your true colors and didn’t kill you hard. Come up here and die!”

When Murong Bo heard this, he suddenly laughed.

In his eyes, today is no longer what it used to be, and the offense and defense have changed.

Back then, when he witnessed Xiao Yuanshan descending to earth like a god from heaven, killing more than twenty Central Plains heroes as easily as he slaughtered chickens and sheep, he was so frightened that he trembled all over and was forced to hide in a dry well for several days...

Now the two of them have fought against each other three times, but they are both equal, so there is no need to be afraid of him.

All this is not to mention his proud son...

But before he could speak, Murong Fu suddenly said: "Mr. Xiao, do you want to seek revenge on my father?"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered and said: "That's right! Murong Bo, should you and your son come together, or should we two elders fight alone and fight to the death?"

"father……"

Looking at Xiao Yuanshan with hatred in his eyes, Qiao Feng felt inexplicably tired in his heart.

Xiao Yuanshan looked back at Qiao Feng, thinking that he was not willing to bully the minority, and then said: "The deep hatred between you and me will never end. In the three competitions in the past, I was restrained and my subordinates were merciful. Today Now that I have seen through your true colors and you have greatly improved your martial arts skills, my father and son will join forces to take your life."

Murong Fu said: "Mr. Xiao, all the blame for what happened back then comes from my father. The younger generation is not talented. I am willing to atone for my father's sins!"

"you……"

When Xiao Yuanshan heard this, a strange light suddenly shot out from his eyes.

He originally thought that he would face the siege of Murong Bo and his son next, but he did not expect that Murong Fu would take the initiative to admit his mistake.

Xiao Yuanshan suddenly said solemnly: "No! How can you easily atone for the murder of your wife? If you can avenge this revenge, then you can avenge it. If you can't avenge it, then my father and son will die. Such a dirty business, how can it be done by my Xiao father and son?" Disdainful!"

"Reinstated, why should you and my son be afraid of others when we join forces?"

When Murong Bo heard this, he frowned slightly.

In his opinion, things are different now, and they no longer need to be afraid of the Xiao family.

"Old sir, my four brothers are willing to die for the old gentleman and the young master!"

Deng Baichuan and four others stood up at the same time and cupped their hands.

"Brother Deng, there are some things you can do, but some things you can't do. What happened back then was indeed our Murong family's fault first!"

Seeing the loyalty shown by Deng Baichuan and the others, Murong Fu shook his head.

"Reinstatement..."

When Murong Bo heard this, he couldn't help but have a strange look in his eyes, obviously he didn't expect this scene.

"Dad, it was indeed our Murong family who made the mistake back then. I have confessed my mistake to Master Xuanci personally, and he has promised to forgive you. I just need you to live in Yanziwu for a long time in the future!"

Having said this, Murong Fu once again took the initiative to plead guilty.

"You want to confine me?"

Hearing this, Murong Bo's face changed slightly and his tone was solemn.

Murong Fu cupped his hands and said, "I don't dare, I just want to invite my father to go home and spend his old age in peace. As for the atonement, I can leave it to my son!"

When Murong Bo heard this, he seemed to have thought of something. He turned back to look at Xuan Ci and the others, and said in a cold tone: "It seems that you are specifically trying to lure us out when you are fighting Qiao Feng today!"

Murong Fu said calmly: "Not bad!"

Xuanci put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Back then, Dad, you deliberately spread false news that caused Master Xuanci to kill a good person by mistake. That's why what happened today happened. Due to emotions and reasons, the child must atone for what happened to Dad back then!"

Murong Fu said.

"Master..."

Hearing this, Deng Baichuan and the others were a little hesitant...

"Brother Deng, you four brothers don't need to interfere in today's matter!"

Murong Fu understood the helplessness of Deng Baichuan and the others and explained slowly.

"My child, you..."

On the other side, Xiao Yuanshan seemed to notice something and turned back to look at Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng said: "Dad, Master Murong has already explained to the kid the story of the tragedy that year, and Master Xuanci has also explained the whole story to the kid. The kid doesn't want to..."

Having said this, there is no need to say more.

Xiao Yuanshan's face instantly turned ugly.

Xiao Yuanshan's eyes widened angrily and he shouted: "You are my child, Xiao Yuanshan, a Khitan. How come you have stayed in the Central Plains for many years and become as weak as the southerners? This old Murong killed your mother first. Could it be that you can't even do this?" Are you unwilling to avenge blood?"

"Father, I..."

When Qiao Feng heard this, his expression couldn't help but show a hint of pain.

It’s not that he is clumsy, it’s just that it’s too painful to be suppressed by the morality and reality in his heart!
  (End of this chapter)