Chapter 59 Shaolin War 8

Murong Bo broke through the window and entered. As soon as he took action, he clicked on the sleeping hole of the four monks guarding the pavilion. He turned around and sneered, "Xiao Yuanshan, are you two father and son together? Or are we two fighting alone and fighting to the death?

Xiao Yuanshan stopped at the cabinet gate and said, "Child, you block the window and don't let him go."

Xiao Feng said, "Yes!" In front of the window, his palms were on his chest, and the father and son gathered together, and it was difficult for Murong Bo to get out again.

Xiao Yuanshan said, "The deep hatred between you and me is incomprehensible. This is not a competition for martial arts. Naturally, my father joined hands to take your life.

Murong Bo laughed and was about to answer. Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and walked up. It was Jiu Mozhi. He saluted Murong Bo and said, "Mr. Murong, after saying goodbye in the past, I heard that Mr. Wei went west. The little monk was so sad. It turned out that Mr. Fan could not live in seclusion, but he had another deep meaning. Today's meeting is really a happy little monk."

Murong Bo returned his fist and returned the salute, laughing, "Because of my family and country, I faked to die, which made the master of labor worried about me, and I am deeply ashamed."

Himo Zhidao "How dare, how dare you. On that day, the little monk met with his husband and talked about martial arts and swords. Once the doubts of his life were solved, Mr. Cheng gave him the gist of the 72 stunts of Shaolin Temple, which was even more engraved in his heart.

Murong Bo laughed and said, "What's the matter?" He said to Xiao's father and son, "Xiao Laobin, Xiao Daxia, this Jiumo Zhishen, is the Ming King of the Great Wheel of the Tubo Kingdom. Buddhism is deep, and his martial arts are far better than the bottom, which can be said to be rare in the world."

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng looked at each other and thought, "Although this Fan monk may not be stronger than Murong Bo, he must also get it. He has such a deep relationship with Murong Bo that he naturally needs to help him. It's hard to say that he won this defeat."

Ji Mozhi said, "Mr. Murong, Liao Zan. At that time, the little monk listened to his talk about swordsmanship and took the "Six Veins Sword" of Tianlong Temple in Dali as the first sword in the world. He hated that he had not seen it, which was a regret in his life. When the little monk learned of his bad news, he went to the Tianlong Temple in Dali, wanted the six-vein magic sword spectrum, burned the color in front of his husband's tomb, and reported it to his confidant. Unexpectedly, the withered monk of Tianlong Temple was cunning and intelligent, and burned the inner power of the sword spectrum at a critical moment. Although the little monk has the idea of hanging a sword, he does not fulfill his wish and shake the deep.

Murong Bo said, "The master only has this idea, and I am very grateful!"

At this time, the figure flashed, and there was another person in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, who was Murong Fu. A few steps behind, as soon as he arrived at the temple, he lost the trace of his father and Xiao Feng's father. When he was found in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, he was driven to the head by Jiu Mozhi. He just heard his father say that Duan Yu's six-vein sword was better than himself, and he couldn't help but be ashamed.

Murong Bo said again, "Here, Xiao's father and son are willing to kill me. What does the master think?"

Ji Mozhi said, "If you are a confidant, how can you stand still?"

When Xiao Feng saw Murong Fu arrive, he became three people on his side and only two people on his side. Although Murong Fu was a little weak, he could not be underestimated. He was afraid that he could not kill Murong Fu, and his father and son would die in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. But he was bold and brave, and did not mean to be in adversity. He shouted, "Today's matter will never stop without life and death. Let's take it!" With a slap, he rushed to Murong Bo. Murong Bo pointed with his left hand and condensed his power to remove his palm. There was a sound, and the wood chips of the first two bookshelves on the left were broken into several pieces, and the books on the shelf were about to collapse. Xiao Feng's palm was strong. Although Murong Bo brushed it away, it was not resolved. He just shifted his palm and hit it on the bookshelf.

Murong Bo smiled and said, "South Murong! North Qiaofeng! It really lives up to its reputation! Brother Xiao, I have a word, do you listen or not!"

Xiao Yuanshan said, "No matter how clever you say, don't ask me not to avenge my wife."

Murong Bo said, "If you want to kill me for revenge, I'm afraid you may not be able to do it today. The three of us are against your father and son. Who has the advantage?

Xiao Yuanshan Road, "Of course, you have more than one. The man is outnumbered, so why are you not afraid?"

Murong Bo said, "Xiao's father and son are famous. Who have been afraid of in their lives? But who is not afraid? It is very difficult to kill me today. I'll do a business with you, and I'll let you go against your revenge, but your father and son have to promise me one thing.

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng were surprised, "I don't know what tricks this old thief has?"

Murong Bo said, "You only need your father to agree to this matter, and you can come forward to kill me for revenge. He is ready to be killed and will never resist, and Brother Jiumo and Fu'er will not be rescued.

As soon as he said this, Xiao Feng and his son were surprised, but Jiu Mozhi and Murong Fu were also shocked and inexplicably. Murong Fu said, "Dad, I'm one of them..."

Ji Mozhi also said, "Why did Mr. Murong say this? The little monk has a breath, and he will never allow anyone to extend his finger to Mr.

"Bang!" The window was knocked open again and three people came in. It's God's farewell, Han Feng and Zuo Feike!

"Hiumachi?" Tian Beiqing couldn't help frowning when he saw Jiu Mozhi. He did forget that there was the participation of Jiu Mozhi in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion!

But God doesn't know that Jiu Mozhi was injured by a phaseless monk, so he is still very afraid. You should know that several people here are very good at martial arts. Although Zuo Feike was injured, he was only injured!

"Third brother! Fourth brother!" Xiao Feng shouted when he saw Tian Beiqing and Han Feng

"Haha... Murong Dog Thief! Didn't you just say that there are many people? What about now?" Xiao Yuanshan laughed

"Not bad! There are many of you now, but you may not be able to kill me!" Murong Bodao

Ji Mozhi also said, "Why did Mr. Murong say this? The little monk has a breath, and he will never allow anyone to extend his finger to Mr.

Murong Bo said, "Master Gao Yi, I have made such a friend. What's the regret of death? Brother Xiao, I have something to ask you. In those years, I faked a message and caused a huge disaster. Can Brother Xiao know what is the meaning of doing this immoral thing?

Xiao Yuanshan was full of anger and scolded, "You are a scumbag. Why do you have to do evil and gloat?" Take a step and hit it with a slap.

Jiu Mozhi flashed in the oblique thorns, with a wave of palms, the fist wind and palms stirred each other, rushing up, and the roof dust and sand fell. This palm fists intersect, regardless of the height, and both sides secretly admired themselves.

Murong Bo said, "Brother Xiao suppressed his anger for the time being and listened to the following words. Although Murong Bo is unworthy, he is finally well-known in the world. He has no acquaintance with Brother Xiao and has no grudges. As for the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he has been friends with him for many years. Since I tried my best to provoke trouble, I want both sides to fight for both sides. With common sense, it should be a major reason.

Xiao Yuanshan wanted to spit fire out of his eyes and shouted, "What's the major reason? You... say, say!"

Murong Bo said, "Brother Xiao, you are from Khitan. King Jiumo Zhiming is a native of Tibet. The local martial artists all said that you are Fanbang Yidi, not the crown of the country. Ling Langming is the leader of the beggar gang, and he has a little martial arts skills. He is really a rare hero in the medieval and modern beggar gang. However, as soon as the beggler knew that he was a Khitan alien, they immediately turned against him. Not only did they not recognize him as the master, but everyone was willing to kill him. Brother Xiao, do you think this is fair?

Xiao Yuanshan said, "The hatred of Song and Liao, the two countries have fought against each other for more than 100 years. Above the frontier, the Song and Liao people met and killed each other. Since the people in the beggar gang know that my son is from Khitan, how can they be the enemy? This is normal, and there is nothing unfair." After a pause, he said, "Xuanci abbot, Wang Jiantong and others killed my wife and subordinates, which was not the original intention. But even if you do this, it's not surprising that it's the battle between Song and Liao. It's just that you designed to frame you, but you can't let you go.

Murong Bo said, "According to Brother Xiao's opinion, the two countries compete and fight against each other. They only want to defeat the enemy and achieve great achievements. Is it necessary to pay attention to benevolence, righteousness and morality?" Xiao Yuanshan said, "The soldiers are never tired of cheating, which has been the case since ancient times. What do you say about these unspeakable words?

Murong Bo smiled and said, "Brother Xiao, which country are you talking about?"

Xiao Yuanshan was slightly awe-inser and said, "Of course, your aunt Murong is from the Southern Han Dynasty. Are you still a foreigner?"

Xiao Yuanshan, a Khitan Wufu, didn't know the past history, so he didn't know the reason.

"Haha... They are not the Xianbei royal family, after the State of Yan!" Tianbie smiled and said, "Murong Bo, you want to use my eldest brother's hand to pick out the war between the two countries. At that time, you will revolt in Shandong, and Jiu Mozhi encouraged the king of Tibet to attack the Song Dynasty. The calculation is quite loud!"

"Haha... Although Cen Jing hurt me twice, he still can't kill me. That's what I mean. As long as Xiao Daxia and his son agree, I will judge myself immediately!"