Tang Dynasty: Starting from Kou Zhong, the heavens rise!

Zhong Ling jumped into the hall with Mu Wanqing.

Recently, as the princesses of Dali Kingdom and in charge of Zhennan Palace, the two of them stole the show and became more and more mature.

The grievances of the previous generation still rarely involve them, not to mention that the current leader of Dali is Duan Yu, who has a gentle nature and naturally has no objections to them. Instead, he indulges and dotes on the two girls.

"Sister Linger, sister Wanqing."

"Why are you here?"

Looking up from the mountain of memorials, Duan Yu looked at Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing in surprise.

"elder brother!"

"Eldest brother sent Jin Yiti to deliver Aunt Qingluo and Aunt Qingzhu's daughters."

"Sister A'Zhu seems to be okay, and she speaks very softly, but that sister Yu Yan doesn't seem too smart and keeps talking about my cousin."

"Also, Aunt Qingzhu's little daughter Azi is really naughty. Several uncles have been teased by her and she has a very domineering temper."

"It won't be a problem if this continues. Aunt Qingzhu loves her daughter, but I'm afraid that after this Azi goes to Dachu, it won't be as good as ours."

Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing both had a look of worry on their faces.

A few days ago, they also went to Dachu, so they naturally knew the situation in the world of Dachu. There were Houtian warriors everywhere, just like Azi, who were beaten to death before they could survive. Furthermore, the laws of Dachu were strict, even if it was the Duke of the country, None of his sons dared to break the law.

Although the Duan clan of Dali in Dachu has two worlds, Shediao and Tianlong, and has a large number of people, after all, it is too weak compared to Yitian and Fengyun worlds. There are only some innate warriors, and Duan Zhixing of the Shediao lineage is only Gang. Early stage.

If Azi really messes with someone she shouldn't mess with, the Duan family will not be implicated.

"This matter really shouldn't be taken lightly. Let's do this. Later, I will go and tell my mother in person, and she will educate A'Zi."

After thinking for a moment, Duan Yu spoke.

"it is good!"

Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing looked at each other, somewhat gloating.

Dao Baifeng is not a good person. After taking Zhuguo and studying the Great Chu Martial Arts, he once entered the middle stage of Xiantian. Only Duan Zhengming, Duan Yanqing, and Duan Yu could beat him. Even Duan Zhengchun was defeated. Don't win against her.

Furthermore, she is the empress dowager of Dali and the princess of Zhennan. If she comes to educate Ah Zi, can Ah Zi still be able to jump? .

Chapter 171: Take Shaolin for your own use, Tianlong’s matter is over!

On this day, the weather was sunny and the wind was gentle.

Zhongyue Songshan Mountain lies east to west and dominates the Central Plains. It is lush and green, with ancient trees and vines intertwined with their roots.

At the northern foot of Shaoshi Mountain sits an ancient temple. It is the thousand-year-old Shaolin Temple, a leader in the world.

"What are you waiting for, you bald donkey from Shaolin Temple? Come out quickly."

Ten thousand Lantian troops were fully equipped and surrounded the ancient temple. The leader was Kou Zhong.

Behind him, Murong Fu and Xu Zhu were both being held captive, kneeling on the ground, at a loss.

"Squeak!"

The originally closed door of the Shaolin Temple suddenly opened to both sides, and a large group of monks holding swords and Zen staffs came out.

The leader of the old monk even clasped his hands together and said with a kind look on his face: "I wonder who you are, Master? What's the point of having soldiers approaching the border today?"

"Don't rush, take your time."

Waving his hand, Kou Zhong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and shouted: "Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo."

"What are you two doing hiding in this Shaolin Temple? Maybe you don't want your own son."

The voice just fell.

"Shh! Shh!"

Two hooded figures emerged from the Shaolin Temple and landed in front of Kou Zhong.

"What do you mean by that?"

The figure on the left is slightly burly, with a pair of big eyes staring straight at the young man in black clothes in front of him.

The figure on the right was particularly thin. His eyes were always on Murong Fu. In just a short moment, his eyes had changed several ways, including anger, sadness, and even regret.

"Xiao Yuanshan."

"The Qiao family and Master Xuanku have all been sent to the Beggar Clan by my orders."

"Qiao Feng has now served under my command and contributed his modest efforts to help Dachu control this world."

"I know what you are looking for. The person you have been searching for is by your side. You fought with him three times in the Shaolin Temple."

Looking at the burly figure on the left, Kou Zhong said calmly.

what?

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan's eyes burst with blazing anger, he stared at the sales figure and said sternly: "It's you, it turns out it's you, you beast."

"To be precise, the mastermind behind all this is indeed Murong Bo."

"If he hadn't wanted to start the Song-Liao war and planned all of this, you wouldn't have been reduced to the situation where your wife is dead and your son's whereabouts are unknown."

"Someone, bring Ye Erniang up."

With an indifferent expression, Kou Zhong waved.

"promise!"

Two Jin Yiti cavalry escorted a woman with disheveled hair to the gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Second Mother!"

After Shaolin Abbot Xuanci saw this, his pupils shrank severely and he exclaimed.

"Xuanci."

"Back then, you followed Murong Bo's words and led people to intercept and kill Xiao Yuanshan's family."

"Did you ever think that you would also end up in a miserable state, with your wife and children separated and you still don't know who it is?"

Looking at Xuanci, Kou Zhong said calmly: "Xiao Yuanshan is the person who separated your wife and children."

"Ye Erniang, who has lost her son, has been plundering her fat and white babies in the world all day long. After playing with them, she threw them away at will. How many innocent lives were lost in vain at the hands of Ye Erniang. Don't you want to say something about all this? "

pedal!pedal!pedal!

Upon hearing this, Shaolin Abbot Xuanci was shocked and took ten steps back.

All the disciples of Shaolin present were in an uproar. They didn't expect that abbot Xuanci actually had a wife and children. Wasn't he a monk since childhood?

At this time, Xiao Yuanshan laughed with hatred: "You thief, when you intercepted and killed my wife and children, the sky was wise and you allowed Xiao to jump off the cliff and survive. From that day on, the only purpose of my life, Xiao, is to let them die without mercy." Burial place.”

"I have been hiding in the Shaolin Temple for many years. I have known your identity for a long time, but I have never done anything. Do you know why?"

"Because I want you to feel the pain of separation."

"Ye Erniang, when you gave birth to a child out of wedlock, you were looked down upon, but you tolerated it like this. You never said who the adulterer was."

"Even I didn't expect that even if I snatched your child away, you would still be able to endure it without saying anything."

"What kind of magic power does this bald donkey Xuanci have that allows you to do this?"

"Did you know that the little monk kneeling on the ground has nine ring scars burned by incense~"

what?

Ye Erniang's disheveled face suddenly burst out with hope. She threw herself at Xu Zhu at all costs and took off his clothes. Sure enough, she saw the ring scar she had burned with her own hands. She couldn't help but burst into tears. Next: "My child, my child!"

"Er Niang Ye!"

"Back then, I snatched your child and threw him in the vegetable garden of the Shaolin Temple. The Shaolin monks picked him up and taught him martial arts."

"Because my child was also snatched away, and a Shaolin monk taught him martial arts. Don't you want to see my true face?"

As he spoke, the burly figure lifted the dark curtain from his face.

Boom! ! !

Everyone present was shocked, especially the monks from Shaolin Temple, whose expressions changed greatly.

Because the face of the burly figure was exactly the same as that of Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan, but a little older.

"At that time, I did not win the heart of Shaolin Kung Fu, but someone wronged me. For 30 years, I hid in the Shaolin Temple and watched Shaolin Kung Fu all over. Listen to the bald donkeys present, if you have the ability, kill me, otherwise , Shaolin martial arts will surely flow into Daliao."

"It's good. Once you create a cause, there will be a result."

Shaolin abbot Xuanci looked at Ye Erniang and Xu Zhu, then at Xiao Yuanshan, with an incomprehensible expression: "I made a big mistake with just one thought. I am responsible for everything today. If I can settle all these grievances with my death, I would like to Kill yourself and apologize!”

"Abbot!"

The surrounding Shaolin monks couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Not urgent."

With a slight smile, Kou Zhong said meaningfully: "Since you are watching a play, you must watch it from beginning to end."

"This little monk just recognized his father and mother, how could he say goodbye to his parents so quickly?"

"What's more, there's an important person who didn't show up, right? Murong Bo."

"Hahaha!"

Amidst the laughter, the thin figure also took off the black mask, revealing a face similar to Murong Fu's.

"Dad! Are you not dead?"

Murong Fu exclaimed, his face full of disbelief.

"Man proposes, God disposes."

"The failure back then was indeed something I didn't expect."

"In order to avoid being chased by his enemies, he had to fake his death and hide in the Shaolin Temple."

"I originally wanted to save strength for my Dayan, but visitors from another world have already appeared in this world, and there is no chance."

"His Majesty the Emperor of Chu actually went to such great lengths to fight for a mere subordinate. I am deeply moved."

Murong Bo, who ignored Murong Fu, instead focused on Kou Zhong. Unlike Xiao Yuanshan, he was always paying attention to the situation in the world. Naturally, he knew that a black-armored torrent was running through the Northern Song Dynasty, Liao Kingdom, Xixia, and Tubo, and was invincible. Even Soldiers are all acquired warriors.

From Dali Kingdom to the Northern Song Dynasty, Murong Bo heard clues about Da Chu, and naturally guessed the identity of the young man in Xuanyi in front of him.

"Ha ha!"

With disdain on his face, Kou Zhong sneered: "Do you think I'm here for you? Even you, an ant, are worthy of it!"

"I am here today indeed for the Shaolin Temple, because the Shaolin Temple hides a great master who is the best in the world."

"Senior, after staying here for so many years, it's time to show up."

The words, accompanied by the majestic power of true energy, spread throughout Songshan Mountain and echoed frequently.

In the eyes of everyone, a figure walked through the air and appeared in front of the Sutra Pavilion at the back of the Shaolin Temple. It turned out to be a skinny monk wearing a green robe. It could be seen that he was already quite old, with a few sparse hair. The long beard is all white.

"The layman is good at cultivation!"

"Before the old monk passed away, it was difficult to predict whether he would encounter such an opportunity."

"Jushi Murong, Jushi Xiao, you two have lived here for decades and have turned over the scriptures in the pavilion in a mess. You don't know why."

Facing everyone's gaze, the old monk shook his head and sighed.

"How come I've never seen you?"

Xiao Yuanshan looked at the old monk with a puzzled expression.

"The layman Xiao was addicted to the martial arts classics and had no other thoughts. Naturally, he couldn't see the old monk. He remembers that the first time he came to secretly read was a book of Wuxiang Jie finger manuals. From then on, the layman became obsessed. It's a pity. Oh, what a pity!”

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan's doubts deepened, and he asked again: "How do you know so clearly?"

"The second time Master Xiao came to secretly read a book called Prajna Palm Technique, the old monk sighed at that time."

"Knowing that the layman had fallen into the devil, and was getting deeper and deeper, he couldn't bear it, so he placed a Lotus Sutra and a Zagama Sutra in the place where the layman usually collects books."

"I just hope that the layman can borrow it for study and enlightenment, but the layman doesn't care."

Then, the old monk continued: "Murong is a member of the Xianbei tribe, but he has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for several generations."

"Old monk, I thought you had gotten involved with some of the literary talents of the Southern Dynasties, but unexpectedly you came to the Sutra Collection Pavilion and discarded all my ancestor's subtle French words and the sayings of eminent monks of all ages, like old shoes, and picked up a small book. The flower finger technique is like finding a treasure."