Games come to all worlds

Shaoshi Mountain, the monks of Shaolin Temple have been very agitated recently.

Because a martial arts conference was about to be held at their doorstep, but they were the last to know.

But in fact, what is even more depressing is that they don't know that their precious Sutra Pavilion is now a mature girl, and anyone can enter it.

In the Sutra Pavilion, three big men each stood in a corner, locked in a stalemate.

"Xiao Feng, did you bring us here?"

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo naturally received the news early and came here to wait for the opportunity to hold a martial arts conference in Shaoshi Mountain.

One wants to take the opportunity to take revenge, and the other wants to take the opportunity to restore the country. Their goals are not simple, so they want to prepare in advance.

But as soon as they arrived, Xiao Feng noticed them and immediately attacked and led them all the way to the Hidden Gold Pavilion.

Xiao Feng looked at the two of them, sighed deeply, and said, "Dad, Senior Murong, please take off your mask."

Their eyes trembled, and they were both a little surprised, but they still slowly took off their face scarves. Murong Bo sneered and asked:

"Oh, there are rumors in the world that Xiao Daxia has obtained the fate of immortality. Is it true?"

The situation on Leigu Mountain has long been spread, but not many people know the identity of Immortal Li En.

It was also because of the words of Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan that the people at Piaomiao Peak believed in the immortal's deeds.

What Murong Bo was talking about were the rumors spread by Azi and the Xingxiu Sect.

"it is true."

Hearing his admission, the two of them couldn't help being shocked again. Xiao Yuanshan even jumped down excitedly, hugged Xiao Feng and said:

"Great! Feng'er has a promising future!"

"Dad." There were tears in Xiao Feng's eyes, but he found that he was not as excited as he imagined, but rather a little sad.

Obviously his father used to be a good man and had never killed a Central Plains person. It was because of those messy disputes that he was destroyed.

Looking at him, Xiao Feng strengthened his belief.

After telling his parting feelings, Xiao Yuanshan pointed at Murong Bo and said: "Feng'er, dad has investigated clearly. He is the culprit behind your mother's death. Today, we, father and son, will join forces to kill him. In a few days, dad will I’ll take you to find the leader again!”

Hearing this, Murong Bo did not run away, but even laughed a few times: "Okay! Let me see what the immortal disciples are capable of!"

Just as Xiao Yuanshan was about to take action, he was caught by Xiao Feng. He was so strong that he couldn't break free for a moment.

"Feng'er?" Xiao Yuanshan raised his head in confusion and asked, "He is the murderer of Niang Niang!"

"I know!" Xiao Feng replied calmly.

"It's good to know! He has ruined our family. Today, his head will be cut off as a memorial to your mother!"

Xiao Yuanshan was about to charge forward again, but found that Xiao Feng had not let go yet.

From his expression, Xiao Yuanshan felt something was wrong, and said heartbrokenly: "Feng'er, are you blaming dad for not seeing you for thirty years? Do you think dad doesn't want to get to know you?"

"All this dad did was to avenge you and your mother!"

Xiao Yuanshan tried to play a set of emotional cards. He had watched Xiao Feng grow up over the years, so he naturally knew his character.

But Xiao Feng's calm demeanor made him a little less confident, and even Murong Bo next to him was a little confused.

The righteous Xiao Feng knew that he was his enemy, but he was indifferent and stopped Xiao Yuanshan, which was a bit strange.

"Dad, how have you been...in these years?" Xiao Feng suddenly asked.

"No!" Xiao Yuanshan said without hesitation: "Dad lives in hatred every day and every night. I can dream about your mother dying in my arms every day!"

Xiao Feng took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and actually showed a smile: "Compared to me, dad, you are doing pretty well."

"...?"

At this moment, both of them thought that Xiao Feng was stupid, otherwise, how could he say such nonsense.

Xiao Feng ignored their looks and continued with the smile on his lips:

"I have personally killed my most beloved woman, experienced many brothers turning against each other and killing each other, experienced the tragic death of my best adoptive parents, and experienced the death of my dearest master in front of my eyes, and was misunderstood as a murderer by him, haha. "

Xiao Feng slowly turned his head and looked at Xiao Yuanshan, "Oh, by the way, both master and adoptive parents were killed by their biological father, and they were finally framed on himself."

"Dad, have you ever experienced these things? No, it seems that the pain I have experienced is far greater than yours!"

"Feng...Feng'er, you...you know everything?"

Every word Xiao Feng said was like a knife, piercing into his heart. Xiao Yuanshan had no way to quibble.

Moreover, Xiao Feng found out these things by himself, and he took the initiative to tell them, which mean two different things.

Taking the initiative to admit it might be possible to get over it, but when he was singled out in person and there was no one else around, Xiao Yuanshan felt a little uncomfortable and was speechless for a while.

Did he unknowingly cause so much harm to the child?

After solving the first one, Xiao Feng looked up at Murong Bo next to him and said: "Senior Murong, sent a message to Abbot Xuanci to make him mistakenly think that my father wanted to steal the Shaolin secret book, which caused the tragedy thirty years ago, right? "

Murong Bo's eyes flashed and he said, "You do know a lot."

"I do know a lot!" Xiao Feng slowly took a few steps outside, "I just have a question I don't understand. I wonder if Senior Murong can answer it?"

"Haha, senior, what do you want to know? Tell me. I will never hide it!"

"I want to know, when will you wake up from this dream of recovering Dayan?"

"You...what do you mean!" Murong Bo said coldly.

"I want to ask, when will you realize that the Yan Kingdom no longer exists!"

"You fart! As long as I, Murong Bo, am still alive, Dayan will not die! As long as one person from my Murong family exists, Dayan will never die!"

"Other than Murong? Who else remembers Yan Kingdom?"

"Except...Murong?"

Murong Bo fell into a trance. Seven hundred years ago, even if there were records in history books, there were only a few people in the world who could remember the Yan Kingdom.

The Sutra Pavilion fell into silence. Seeing this, the sweeping monk knew that it was time for him to appear.

"Amitabha, Almsgiver Xiao is worthy of being a hero for having such understanding. The old monk admires and admires him."

Xiao Feng clasped his hands together, bowed slightly to him, and said, "Master, please forgive me for the rest."

Before coming, Xiao Feng had already met the sweeping monk. He knew that his eloquence could not completely convince these two people, and he had to take action to let them escape from the line of life and death.

When the two of them saw someone coming, they immediately became vigilant. However, the sweeping monk chuckled and said, "There is no need to meet the two donors. We are old friends. I think that when you two came to the Sutra Pavilion for the first time, I was right next to you." Woolen cloth."