The heavens begin with the bright sword

Chapter 180 You Are Crazier Than A Monk
Jiumozhi felt that his life had been unlucky recently.

The day before, he had just fought with a man in black of unknown origin, and in the blink of an eye he ran into Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang.

"The master stands and stays."

If not for the sympathy between masters, Qiao Feng could tell at a glance that Jiumozhi was not simple. This person was dressed as a monk from the Western Regions, not from Dali, let alone from the Central Plains. At this juncture, he came to Dali, obviously his purpose was not pure.

Qiao Feng didn't recognize Jiumozhi, but Jiumozhi knew Qiao Feng. After all, as the leader of the largest gang in the Central Plains, the ambitious Jiumozhi had already seen this person's portrait. Sure enough, being famous was not as good as meeting him. A heroic spirit rushed towards his face, and the heroic demeanor on his body was admirable.

Seriously, he is older than Qiao Feng, already two generations old.

Before meeting, he thought that he who carried Tubo with his own strength was not inferior to Qiao Feng in Central Plains and Murong Fu in Jiangnan, but he had lived in Tubo for a long time and had no reputation in Song Dynasty.

But now, just looking at it roughly, I feel that I may only be able to draw with Qiao Feng, and it is really difficult to beat him.

As Qiao Feng was like this, what about Nan Murong who was as famous as him?
Jiumozhi was quite looking forward to it.

"Amitabha." Jiumozhi stopped and performed a Buddhist salute to Qiao Feng, with a solemn and solemn expression, and asked in confusion, "This benefactor, what is the purpose of calling the little monk to stop?"

Qiao Feng just subconsciously called this person to stop, he didn't make up the reason inside, so he paused for a while, but in the blink of an eye, he thought of a countermeasure, and said: "Oh, Master Xia Guan looks hurried, it seems that there is something urgent, I don't know what else I can do Where can I help?"

Now it's Jiumozhi's turn to feel uncomfortable. The little monk quickened his pace, isn't it because he wants to avoid you?

But this can't be said clearly. We are all decent people. If Qiao Feng was offended by direct swearing, he would not do such a stupid thing.

But Jiumozhi didn't panic, and said with a smile: "My little monk heard that all the eminent monks of Dali Tianlong Temple are superb in Buddhism, and this time I am going to Tianlong Temple to discuss the Dharma."

This is a serious matter, to tell the truth, today I, Jiumozhi, are also going to discuss the Dao.

Qiao Feng was in awe when he heard that, Dali Tianlong Temple has a high reputation in the Jianghu. Apart from Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain and Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain, the reputation of Tianlong Temple is first-class whether it is Buddhism or martial arts.

The fact that this Tibetan monk was able to go to Tianlong Temple to discuss the Dharma must have a lot of background, Qiao Feng thought about it carefully for a while, and suddenly a name appeared in his mind, and he said in surprise: "Could it be that the master is the Tubo national teacher, Jiumozhi?" ?”

Jiumozhi's heart skipped a beat, it's not good. The little monk was recognized!
When I was thinking about whether it was Sa Ya running away, I felt that something was wrong, and quickly stabilized my mind. The little monk didn't do anything bad, why did he run?
But Qiao Feng's ability to recognize him still took him by surprise: "Your Excellency actually recognizes this little monk?"

Feeling a little complacent, it seems that the little monk is not completely unknown in the Central Plains.

"I heard about it from a fellow Jianghu." Qiao Feng squinted his eyes, and his air force faintly locked on Jiumozhi. If he remembered correctly, Brother Dongfang once mentioned that he had met a monk who had mastered several Shaolin stunts. That fan monk claimed to be Jiumozhi, the Tubo national teacher.

Wuxiang Jie refers to the martial arts used by this monk when he competed with Brother Dongfang.

If it weren't for the sudden thought of this person who almost forgot that he knew Shaolin's unique skills in the Jianghu, there would be someone else!
Seeing Qiao Feng's appearance, Jiumozhi immediately became vigilant. Although he didn't know where he had provoked Qiao Feng, he was not afraid of Qiao Feng, so he dared to touch him first. Said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency seems to want to do something to the monk."

Seeing that Jiumozhi pointed it out, Qiao Feng also said in a deep voice: "Master Xuanbei of Shaolin Temple died in Shenjie Temple in Lu Liangzhou a few days ago, what do you think?"

Jiumozhi replied: "According to Your Excellency, it seems that you suspect that the monk is the murderer?"

Qiao Feng said in a cold voice: "Xuan Bei died of the Wuxiang finger. I don't know this kung fu, can the master know it?"

Jiumozhi narrowed his eyes, and thought that he was slightly relieved, after all, Xuan Bei really didn't kill himself.

"The monks don't lie, the monk does know the kung fu of Wuxiang Jiezhi, but the death of Master Xuanbei really has nothing to do with the monk."

"The Wuxiang Jiezhi is the secret of Shaolin Temple, I don't know where you learned it?" Qiao Feng was secretly lucky, as long as the other party's answer was even slightly wrong, he was ready to take it down at any time.

Jiumozhi frowned secretly, this Qiao Feng is really difficult to deal with. Otherwise, he might as well just fight with him, what if he wins?
Even though he thought so in his heart, his momentum was already at a disadvantage, and he was firmly suppressed by Qiao Feng. Even if he wanted to make a move at this moment, under the suppression of Qiao Feng's aura, there was no room for him to make a move. The main reason was his belief. The nonsense of "Qiao Feng and Dongfang Unbeaten ended in a tie".

"To be honest, the little monk's Wuxiang Jie finger was also passed down by an old man, and it was not obtained from Shaolin Temple."

"Who is it?"

Of course Jiumozhi didn't want to take the blame, so he betrayed Murong Bo directly. After all, the monks don't lie: "He was the head of Murong in Gusu, old Mr. Murong Bo. It's a pity that he disappeared from the world 30 years ago. , I found out later that he had passed away.”

"30 years ago?" Qiao Feng is very sensitive to this "time point" recently.

Jiumozhi was also taken aback when he heard Qiao Feng's question. Was there any problem 30 years ago?

"There's one more thing I need to tell Chief Qiao about." Jiumozhi thought for a while, and he couldn't just let himself be the one to blame.

"Have you recognized me?" Qiao Feng raised his eyebrows a little, he didn't expect his reputation to have spread to Tubo, he nodded slightly, and said, "What's the matter?"

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, and praised without hesitation: "Sect Leader Qiao is so powerful in the Jianghu, who else in the Jianghu can have the demeanor of Sect Leader Qiao?" A man in black, this person has mixed learning, he is proficient in many kinds of martial arts from Central Plains, Khitan and Shaolin, including Wuxiang Jiezhi, and his skill is even higher than that of junior monks."

I would rather trust it to have it than to trust it to have nothing.

But this was not enough to clear Jiumozhi's suspicion, and it made the current suspects even more confused, including Gusu Murong Fu, Jiumozhi, and the man in black that Jiumozhi said.

"Master, be careful, Qiao Feng is about to make a move."

After all, Qiao Feng's hands were itchy, no matter whether Jiumozhi was the murderer or not, let's see how his martial arts are.

Good guy, Jiumozhi's complexion changed, I didn't expect you to do it as soon as you say it, do you think the little monk is easy to bully?
If you want to deal with the little monk, you have to see how much you weigh!
Anyway, the fact that I know Shaolin's unique skills has been exposed, so I don't need to hide my strength at this moment
not good!

As soon as they fought, he noticed it. If he dared to hide his hand, he would definitely be beaten to death.

This is the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon!
There really are dragons flying!

After some discussions, the two sides ended in a "tie".

Qiao Feng looked at the panting Jiumozhi, nodded and said, "I believe that Master Xuan Bei was not killed by the master."

Jiumozhi was slightly surprised when he heard the words, isn't this too hasty?Where did you see that?
"Grandmaster Xuanbei's martial arts is the second best in Xuanbei's generation. I am honored to have fought against Master Xuanbei. Although your Excellency's Wuxiang Jiezhi is also extraordinary in craftsmanship, it is not enough to surpass Master Xuanbei." Qiao Feng Seeing Jiumozhi's doubts, he explained it tactfully.

Jiumozhi's face turned dark. What do you mean, you mean the little monk's martial arts are not good enough?

It's really not happy to be cleared of suspicion in this way.

But Jiumozhi also deeply felt that Qiao Feng was terrifying. This person was more than 20 years younger than him, but his martial arts were so powerful.It seems that the news of his tie with Dongfang Bubai is not just rumored by people in the world.

Judging by his appearance, it seems that he has not used all his strength, Jiumozhi sighed in his heart. Wait for the little monk to learn the Six Meridians Excalibur, and then I will compete again with you!

Now that he was "caught" by Qiao Feng, Jiumozhi had no choice but to go with Qiao Feng temporarily. Although the suspicion was cleared for the time being, Qiao Feng invited him to go to Shenjie Temple with him, and he did not refuse to reason. To completely clear up his suspicions, the current Jiumozhi still has a little awe towards Shaolin Temple, unless it is necessary, he is really unwilling to offend Shaolin Temple for no reason.

Shenjie Temple.

Qiao Feng and Jiumozhi had already sneaked into it, Qiao Feng pointed to the trace of Wuxiangjie finger left on the wall, and asked Jiumozhi: "Look, master. How is this person's finger strength compared to the master's? "

Jiumozhi looked at it for a while, then said helplessly, "Young monk, I feel ashamed."

Hearing this, Qiao Feng sighed lightly: "But even with this kind of finger strength, it's still a bit inferior to Master Xuan Bei."

Is Xuan Bei so strong?

But why did Xuan Bei, who was so strong, still die under the force of his fingers?

It seems that this is the key to solving the puzzle!

Jiumozhi thought of a possibility: "Acquaintances committed the crime!"

But when an acquaintance commits a crime, why do they have to use the Wuxiang Jiezhi?
Could it be that they intend to stir up conflicts between Gusu Murong and Shaolin Temple?Create chaos?
It doesn't make sense.

Jiumozhi fell into deep thought.
"Someone is coming!" Qiao Feng moved his ears slightly, pulled Jiumozhi's sleeve, and hid behind the golden Buddha statue.

At this time, a young son sneaked in, stood where they were standing just now, looked at the traces of Wuxiang Jiezhi left on the wall, with a sad face.

Qiao Feng only felt that he had seen this person somewhere, and Jiumozhi had obviously recognized this person, but he opened his mouth but did not make a sound: "Murong Fu!"

He is Murong Fu?

Qiao Feng looked at Jiumozhi intently, and Jiumozhi nodded repeatedly, expressing his affirmation.

Why is he here too?
This thought came to the minds of both of them at the same time.

Could it be that the murderer was not Murong Fu?

At this moment, there was another sound of footsteps outside the door. Seeing that Murong Fu was about to find a place to hide, Qiao Feng and Jiumozhi froze their eyes for a while, but saw that Murong Fu jumped onto the beam for the last time. , still breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily they didn't collide.

creak-

The door was opened, and four people entered.

The one who walked in front was the abbot of Shenjie Temple, and the three people who walked behind were Duan Zhengming, Duan Zhengchun and Huangmei monk. The three of them also came for the death of Master Xuanbei. After all, Master Xuanbei died in Dali. They also have to assume a share of responsibility on the surface.

After some discussion, they came to the same conclusion as Qiao Feng, that is, the skill of the assailant was slightly inferior to that of Master Xuan Bei, but the skill of killing people was indeed the technique of Wuxiang Jiezhi.

"Could it really be that Gusu Murong who used his way to give back to him did it?" the yellow-browed monk asked suspiciously.

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Feng and Jiumozhi looked at Murong Fu's hiding place one after another, and said in their hearts: "Murong Fu is still a bit young, just one word made him lose his breath."

Sure enough, Duan Zhengming, the one with the highest martial arts among the three outside, had already noticed the movement on the beams, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said coldly: "Since your Excellency is interested in this matter, you might as well show up and meet!"

Swah——

Murong Fu saw that he couldn't hide it for a long time, this group of people corrupted people's innocence for no reason, they wanted to come out and argue, but now they were called out and they showed up to meet each other, and jumped off the beam , landed in an extremely chic and handsome posture, but before he could speak, Duan Zhengming had already bullied him. After two moves, Murong Fu and Duan Zhengming each took a step back.

Duan Zhengming looked at the young master in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Looking around in today's martial arts world, only Nan Murong and Bei Qiaofeng are the ones who can catch up with the next two moves."

Jiumozhi behind the Buddha statue saw everything in his eyes, and said in his heart: "You are madder than the little monk, and only Nan Murong and Bei Qiaofeng are behind you by one or two moves. It's just you. Qiao Feng was beaten to death."

Jiumozhi, who had just fought against Qiao Feng, had a very clear understanding of Qiao Feng's strength. Perhaps the woman in white that he met in Xixia could defeat him.

Although the question is like this, but looking at the costumes of the person in front of him, he can basically guess the identity of the person in front of him, otherwise there is no need to put Nan Murong in front.

"This is Murong Fu who you all accused of being the murderer." When Murong Fu hadn't broken the defense, he was still a modest young man, quite magnanimous.

Although Murong Fu tried his best to explain, Duan Zhengming and others didn't seem to believe what he said, and even wanted to "twist" him to Shaolin Temple, which can be said to be not speculative.

In addition, Murong Fu's martial arts were indeed over-hyped, with his two actions alone, he might not be a match for Grandmaster Xuan Bei.

Because it was just the siege of Duan Zhengming, Duan Zhengchun and Huangmei Monk, Murong Fu was stretched and hard to parry.

Jiumozhi and Qiao Feng looked at each other, and Jiumozhi saw a familiar taste in Qiao Feng's eyes. It was the appearance when he made the judgment that he was not a "murderer".

Ah.

brush--

The three fingers shot at Murong Fu who was in the dead corner. At the very moment, Murong Fu hugged his chest, and a mysterious aura immediately wrapped the three fingers, as if there was a strange force that wrapped the three fingers. Pulling, before everyone could react, the three fingers that were originally aimed at Murong Fu were actually reflected back!
Jiumozhi's eyes widened: This is Murong's unique skill, "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi!"Even though I have seen it many times, I still feel that it is very mysterious. It is a pity that Murong Fu is not a weapon, not as powerful as his father.

Qiao Feng frowned, this move. It was him, Li Yanzong!

During the last trip to Xixia, the Xixia warrior Li Yanzong relied on this move to block his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!

Thinking of this, when Qiao Feng was about to rescue him, a red shadow suddenly flashed, and there were four people lying on the ground.

When Jiumozhi looked over, there was a person standing in the middle of the hall, wearing an arrogant and domineering red dress, and two people stepped in at the door, one was wearing a blue sword robe, and the other was dressed as a scholar.

(End of this chapter)