Chapter 389 A scholar dies for his confidant
When everyone's attention was focused on the scene, Qiao Feng quietly said to Xin Zhen: "Brother, we are trapped here now, and the siege should not be underestimated. Although you and I have martial arts skills, it is probably difficult to escape unscathed when facing thousands of enemies."

Hearing this, Xin Zhen's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. He patted Qiao Feng on the shoulder, and said firmly and calmly: "Brother, you don't have to worry. Shaolin Temple is a sacred place for martial arts, and it will never allow such a large-scale siege to happen. Besides, even if there are thousands of troops, I have a way to get you out."

Qiao Feng looked at Xin Zhen's confident expression and felt a little relieved, but he still couldn't help asking, "What's your plan?"

Xin Zhen shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "It's not a brilliant plan, but I have some knowledge of the terrain of Shaolin Temple. Moreover, although there are many of these people, not all of them are masters. We just need to find the weak points and break through quickly.

If it really comes to a point where you have no other choice, Brother Qiao, you just need to take your sister-in-law and get out of here as soon as possible. Don't worry about me, I have my own way to get out."

Qiao Feng nodded. He knew that Xin Zhen’s martial arts were far better than his own, so he felt relieved.

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Brother, I understand your intention. You just need to focus on protecting Ah Zhu, and leave the rest to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xin Zhen took out a map from his bosom and quietly unfolded it in front of Qiao Feng. The map marked the various exits and hidden paths of Shaolin Temple. Xin Zhen gently pointed at one of the paths with his finger and said, "Let's go from here. This road leads to the back mountain, which is steep and easy to defend but difficult to attack. As long as we can reach the back mountain, we can escape smoothly."

Qiao Feng looked at the map carefully and felt relieved. He patted Xin Zhen on the shoulder, his eyes full of gratitude: "Brother, I feel more at ease with you around."

At this time, four Shaolin Temple Xuan-generation monks walked up to Xiao Feng, clasped their hands and said, "Master Xiao, the abbot of our temple invites you to come to the inner hall to talk."

An old monk turned to the crowd and said loudly: "Excuse me, my friends. Master Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, wants to see Master Xiao Feng to discuss an important matter with him. After that, Master Xiao will come out to meet you. Please take a rest for a while."

After hearing this, the noise stopped for a while, and some of them sat down. Even Tan Qing and Duan Zhengchun, who were fighting in the arena, stopped.

Qiao Feng was afraid that Xin Zhen would be besieged after he went in, so he said to Xin Zhen: "Brother, come in with me!"

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Brother Qiao, you can go in, I will handle this."

Qiao Feng looked somewhat worried, but seeing Xin Zhen's determined expression, he had no choice but to follow the four old monks inside.

Qiao Feng followed the four old monks inside. Immediately, there was a commotion outside, with people shouting to kill Xin Zhen.

Xin Zhen looked at the heroes with a sneer. These people shouted loudly, but when they were really asked to come up, they did not dare to do so.

At this time, Murong Fu took a few steps forward and said loudly: "Xin Zhen, today the heroes of the Central Plains want to kill you for revenge, and I will be the first to do it."

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "You want to seek revenge on me, and that's right. I expelled your Murong clan from Pingjiang Prefecture, and you feel dissatisfied. I understand, so just come here."

You Tanzhi stepped forward and said, "The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable. Mr. Xin, let's settle it today."

Xin Zhen nodded and said, "Although I had no intention of killing your father that day, he insisted on rushing in front, so I had no choice but to kill him. It is right for you to seek revenge from me, but, have you given birth to an heir? If not, it is better not to come here. Go back and marry a wife and have a few children before seeking revenge from me, otherwise the You family will be extinct!"

You Tanzhi thought of the battle at Juxianzhuang that day, and his neck shrank instantly. But when he thought of his father's body being torn apart, he became furious again and said angrily: "Even if the incense is cut off, I will fight you to the death!"

The heroes immediately applauded You Tanzhi's courage.

Duan Zhengchun also took a step forward and said, "Xin Zhen, you and I have no hatred, but you are mixed up with Duan Yanqing, so I can't tolerate you today!"

Xin Zhen saw that the three great masters had surrounded him in a three-way formation, and the Shaolin monks were scattered in groups in the east and west. It seemed disorganized, but in fact they were hiding a very powerful formation. This situation was much more dangerous than the battle of Juxianzhuang that day.

Duan Yanqing and Tan Qing closely guarded Xin Zhen's back. Duan Yanqing whispered, "Master, we will cover your escape and help you break through!"

Tan Qing's face turned pale, but he did not retreat. He whispered, "Master, please leave quickly. Master and I will cover you from behind!"

Xin Zhen looked back at the two men and saw that they looked determined. He changed his mind and said with a smile, "Old Duan, don't you want to go back and take back the throne? Stay behind to cover us. With your master and disciple's bad reputation, they will not let you go. Once I leave, you will surely die!"

Duan Yanqing smiled carefreely and said, "I used to indulge in deep hatred every day, but after following you, I gradually lost interest in it. If I die today, I will die. This is the end of my life.

Sir, I also have a request. If I die today, the disciples in Gusu would like you to give them more guidance and not let them go astray.

In addition, you may as well go to Dali for me and beat Duan Zhengming and the monks of Tianlong Temple, but you have to get the Six Meridians Divine Sword yourself."

Xin Zhen frowned and asked, "Why, I mean, why are you willing to die for me?"

Tan Qing seemed to have recovered by now, and said with a smile: "Let me guess, maybe it's "A gentleman dies for his friend", or "If you hear the truth in the morning, you'll die in the evening."

Duan Yanqing smiled and said, "My disciple seems to have a good understanding. He guessed it right."

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "I taught you sword techniques and internal strength, but it was just to meet your needs. It's a bit too much to say that a scholar will die for his friend. As for hearing the truth in the morning, I am willing to die in the evening, what's that saying?"

Duan Yanqing was silent for a moment, a trace of memories and emotion flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said: "Sir, you may not know that before I met you, my life had been wandering in darkness.

At that time, I was like a lone wolf lost in the wilderness, without direction and without hope.

Until you appeared in my life, taught me swordsmanship, taught me inner strength, and helped me untie the knot in my heart, allowing me to face life again. This was like giving me a new life. "

Xin Zhen was slightly shocked when he heard Duan Yanqing's words. He looked at the poor man in front of him who had been trapped in hatred and couldn't extricate himself, and now had a peaceful and relieved look on his face. He couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions in his heart.

Duan Yanqing continued, "The saying 'A gentleman will die for his confidant' may be a little exaggerated, but in my heart, you are not only my lord, but also my confidant. It is you who let me see the hope and light of life.

As for "I am willing to die in the evening if I hear the truth in the morning", for me, what you taught me is not only swordsmanship and inner strength, but also a kind of wisdom and belief in life."

Xin Zhen was silent for a moment, then looked at Duan Yanqing with a soft look in his eyes, and said slowly: "Old Duan, I understand your intentions, but none of us will die today. How could I, Xin Zhen, let you stay behind and die? Hahahaha.

I want to see how many people they have to die before they are scared and hesitate to move forward. It's a pity that after today's battle, Shaolin Temple will be desolate for at least a hundred years, and the Central Plains martial arts world will also be interrupted for thirty years!"

Although the three of them spoke in a low voice, they did not avoid others. Those with strong strength in the audience could hear them, and when they heard Xin Zhen's arrogant words, they immediately started to curse in anger.

Xin Zhen glanced at the group of heroes and said with a smile, "Come on, Murong Fu, Duan Zhengchun, and You Tanzhi, the three of you come together." Duan Yanqing immediately said, "Sir, I will deal with Duan Zhengchun!"

Duan Yanqing's eyes were sharp and a sneer appeared on his face. Suddenly, he flashed and pounced on Duan Zhengchun like a ghost.

Duan Zhengchun was shocked when he saw this. Although he had been prepared, he was still a little surprised by this sudden attack. He quickly mobilized his internal energy, raised his right hand, and used his family's unique skill "Yang Finger" to attack.

Duan Yanqing also raised his staff and faced off against Duan Zhengchun's One Finger Zen.

Duan Zhengchun had just faced Duan Yanqing when he felt a powerful force coming at him. His arms went numb and he almost couldn't hold on to his moves.

He secretly thought that something was wrong and realized that he had underestimated the opponent's strength.

Duan Yanqing struck again with his staff, and Duan Zhengchun met it with his hands clasped together, but the force from Duan Yanqing's staff still made it difficult for Duan Zhengchun to breathe.

At this critical moment, Ba Tianshi and the other three retainers reacted quickly, and rushed forward in unison, forming a circle and surrounding Duan Yanqing in the center.

The four of them each used their unique skills, and the flashes of swords and shadows of sabers intertwined into one, trying to distract Duan Yanqing's attention.

Duan Yanqing snorted coldly, and then his body moved as fast as lightning, with his moves becoming unpredictable. He was able to handle the siege of five people with ease.

Each of his attacks was accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, as if it was tearing the air apart. Although Ba Tianshi and the others tried their best, they still found it difficult to resist and were nearly knocked down several times.

Duan Zhengchun was extremely anxious when he saw this. He knew that if the battle could not be resolved quickly, he and his four retainers would not be able to escape unscathed.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, concentrated all his internal strength on his fingertips, and performed the "One Yang Finger" again. This time, he placed all his hopes on this move.

The fingertips were shining with golden light, like a flash of lightning that cut through the sky and went straight to Duan Yanqing's vital point.

A hint of surprise flashed in Duan Yanqing's eyes. He moved his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack, and then turned his hand and hit Duan Zhengchun in the chest.

Duan Zhengchun only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his whole body was blown away, falling heavily to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to get up, but all his strength seemed to be drained away, and even moving was extremely difficult.

Upon seeing this, Ba Tianshi and others became furious and intensified their offensive.

Xin Zhen smiled and still had confidence in Duan Yanqing.

Tan Qing said: "Sir, please hand over the leader of the Beggars' Sect to me!"

Xin Zhen frowned when he heard this, and thought to himself. You Tanzhi's internal strength is extremely strong. If Tan Qing can't handle it, won't he be in danger?
Xin Zhen was about to refuse, but Tan Qing moved and pounced towards You Tanzhi like a wisp of green smoke.

The two men fought each other in an instant, with fists whistling and strong energy overflowing.

Tan Qing's body movements are agile, like a swimming dragon, his steps are light, his moves are unpredictable, and every move and every style carries a fierce momentum.

Although You Tanzhi has profound internal strength, his moves seem clumsy, and his hand and foot skills are mediocre, making it difficult for him to bring out the true power of his internal strength.

Xin Zhen stood aside, watching the confrontation between the two nervously, and couldn't help but worry for Tan Qing.

However, as time went by, Xin Zhen gradually felt relieved.

He discovered that although You Tanzhi had strong internal strength, he was unable to touch Tan Qing's body, and was instead suppressed by Tan Qing's flexible body movements.

Every move of Tan Qing was extremely precise, as if he had already seen through You Tanzhi's flaws. Every attack of You Tanzhi was easily resolved, and he was even forced to retreat by Tan Qing's counterattacks.

Tan Qing's eyes became sharper and sharper, and he already had confidence in his heart. As long as he continued to maintain this rhythm, You Tanzhi would definitely lose.

Suddenly, Tan Qing spotted an opening, flashed, and quickly approached You Tanzhi. He swung out his thin staff, and with a sharp gust of wind, he hit You Tanzhi's chest directly.

You Tanzhi could only barely parry in a hurry, but although his internal strength was strong, his moves were not as agile as Tan Qing's. He was knocked back several steps in an instant, and he let out a muffled groan, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Xin Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. Tan Qing had already gained the upper hand. Although You Tanzhi had strong internal strength, Tan Qing's moves were far superior. In this way, even if Tan Qing couldn't beat him, You Tanzhi couldn't hurt him either. So let him hone his skills.

However, the battle ended faster than Xin Zhen had imagined. Tan Qing did not give You Tanzhi a chance to catch his breath and launched another fierce attack.

His thin staff was like a violent storm, swift and fierce, forcing You Tanzhi to retreat again and again, making it almost impossible for him to fight back.

You Tanzhi was horrified, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead. He had never encountered an opponent with such powerful moves, and the fear in his heart gradually spread.

Finally, under the blow of Tan Qing's thin stick, You Tanzhi could no longer hold on, his body swayed, and he fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but Tan Qing was already standing in front of him, staring at him coldly and said, "You Tanzhi, you lose."

You Tanzhi's face turned pale, and he was once again filled with weakness. He lowered his head and said tremblingly, "I... give up."

The members of the Beggars' Sect were in an uproar. They didn't expect that their leader would be defeated by Tan Qing.

Xin Zhen looked at Murong Fu and said with a smile: "Come on."

Murong Fu's face turned pale. He originally thought that as long as he came up first, the heroes behind him would rush in, or at least a few people would besiege Xin Zhen. But he didn't expect that Duan Zhengchun and the Beggar Gang leader You Tanzhi were so useless!
But at this point, he could not retreat. With a clang, Murong Fu drew out his sword and shouted, "Xin Zhen, today it's either you or me who will die! Please attack!"

Seeing that Murong Fu looked like a villain, Xin Zhen sneered and said, "How dare you challenge me?"

(End of this chapter)