Chapter 391 Reasonable
Just as the heroes were rushing forward, a majestic voice suddenly shouted, "Who dares to touch my brothers!"

This loud shout was like thunder, shaking the whole area and immediately stopping the heroes.

The voice contained immense majesty and anger, like an awakened beast, which made people feel terrified. Some people with shallow skills were even shaken to the point of losing their balance, their faces turned pale, and they could hardly stand.

Everyone turned around and saw Qiao Feng striding out of the hall. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his eyes were as sharp as lightning, and he looked very majestic.

Qiao Feng's appearance was like a powerful force that instantly suppressed the arrogance of the heroes. His piercing eyes swept across the entire audience, his gaze like a knife, piercing people's hearts. Many of the heroes had witnessed Qiao Feng's martial arts with their own eyes and knew his terrifying strength. Seeing him come out at this moment, they couldn't help but feel a little bit of retreat in their hearts.

"Master Qiao..." A man standing in the front row stammered, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead, "We are just... just..."

Qiao Feng snorted coldly, his voice piercing like ice: "Just what? You guys are bullying others by taking advantage of your power, and you are bullying my brothers because no one is helping them?"

His words were filled with anger and disdain, like a sharp sword piercing the hearts of the heroes. Those who were originally furious, at this moment, seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into Qiao Feng's eyes.

Seeing the heroes' momentum being suppressed, Murong Fu thought it was not good and immediately shouted loudly: "Qiao Feng is a Khitan dog. He colluded with Xin Zhen and started a massacre in Juxian Manor. I don't know how many heroes died at his hands. Today is the day to take revenge. There is no need to be afraid of him. Even if he has unparalleled martial arts, facing thousands of heroes, none of them can escape today! Everyone, follow me!"

Murong Fu's voice was high-pitched and passionate, carrying a force that stirred people's hearts. His words were like a spark, instantly igniting the anger in the hearts of the heroes. They drew their weapons, their eyes flashing with hatred, and surrounded Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng smiled coldly, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. His body moved slightly, and he pounced forward like a tiger. His palms flew, and the wind from his palms whistled, and in an instant, several heroes who were rushing to the front were knocked to the ground. Those people screamed, covered their chests, and stepped back a few steps, their faces as pale as paper.

Murong Fu was secretly surprised when he saw this. He knew that Qiao Feng was a powerful martial artist, but he didn't expect him to be so terrifying. He gritted his teeth and swung his sword at Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng's eyes flashed coldly, and he easily avoided Murong Fu's attack by turning his body to the side, and slapped Murong Fu on the shoulder with his backhand.

Murong Fu felt a numbness in his shoulder, and was thrown backwards, falling heavily to the ground. He covered his shoulder, his face pale, and he was shocked and angry. He never thought that he would be so vulnerable in front of Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng looked at Murong Fu coldly, his eyes full of contempt, and said, "Murong Fu, are you worthy of being called a hero?"

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up. He knew that if he didn't fight to the death today, he would have no place to stand. He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and rushed towards Qiao Feng again.

"Qiao Feng!" Murong Fu roared, his voice filled with anger and determination.

Qiao Feng looked at Murong Fu coldly, and dodged Murong Fu's first attack by slightly turning his body. Murong Fu's fist brushed Qiao Feng's shoulder, bringing a gust of wind. Qiao Feng quickly counterattacked, and hit Murong Fu's chest with a palm.

Murong Fu felt a huge force coming at him, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. Just as he was about to fall heavily to the ground, a gray figure suddenly caught up with Murong Fu like lightning, put his hand on Murong Fu and caught him.

It was the gray-robed monk who had been defeated by Xin Zhen before. The gray-robed monk put Murong Fu down, patted his shoulder, and then pounced towards Qiao Feng like a flying kite.

Murong Fu felt his blood boiling, anger and shame surged like a tide, almost drowning him, and the only sounds in his ears were his own rapid breathing and heartbeat.

The grey-robed monk rushed straight towards Qiao Feng. Suddenly, at this moment, a black-robed figure appeared in the air and swooped down like an eagle, landing right between the grey-robed monk and Xiao Feng.

This man suddenly fell from the sky, so abruptly that everyone was surprised and shouted together. When his feet landed on the ground, they could see clearly that he was holding a long rope in his hand, and the other end of the rope was tied to the top of a big tree more than ten feet away. The man was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

The black-robed man and the gray-robed monk stood facing each other for a long time, and no one spoke. The crowd saw that both of them were very tall, but the black-robed man was more burly, while the gray-robed monk was very thin.

After a long time, the two men in black and gray suddenly said at the same time: "You..." But as soon as the word "you" came out, the two men immediately stopped talking. After another long while, the gray monk asked: "Who are you?" The man in black said: "Who are you?"

The gray-robed monk asked, "You have been hiding near the Shaolin Temple for decades. Have you stolen enough of the Shaolin martial arts secrets?" The black-robed man said, "I was just about to ask you, have you stolen enough of the manuscripts in the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion after hiding near the Shaolin Temple for decades?"

As soon as the two of them said these words, all the Shaolin monks, from Abbot Xuanci down, were surprised: "Why are these two people accusing each other of stealing the martial arts secret book of our temple? Is this true?"

The gray-robed monk said, "I am hiding next to the Shaolin Temple to borrow some things."

The man in black said: "I hid beside the Shaolin Temple to borrow some things. Our three contests should have resulted in a winner."

The gray-clothed monk said: "That's right. Your martial arts skills are excellent. I'm very grateful for the guidance."

The man in black said: "Your Excellency is not complacent and is diligent and diligent. My brothers admire you very much."

The gray-robed monk said, "In that case, there is no need for you and I to compete anymore."

The man in black said, "Very good." The two nodded, walked together to a big tree, sat side by side, closed their eyes, and then seemed to be in a trance, and no longer spoke.

The heroes looked at each other.

Qiao Feng was also a little at a loss, and the whole place was silent for a while.

When everything was quiet, someone suddenly laughed softly, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

It was the Sword Demon Xin Zhen.

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Brother Qiao, you have been wronged so many times. Today is the day to clear your name."

Qiao Feng said, "Abbot Xuanci has just cleared me. He has confirmed that I was not the one who killed my parents and Master Xuanku."

Xin Zhen nodded and said, "But do you know who killed them?"

Qiao Feng was furious when he heard this and asked, "Brother, do you know?"

Xin Zhen smiled and pointed at the gray-robed monk under the tree and said, "Everything here was caused by this man. The gray-robed monk is Murong Bo from Gusu, the father of Murong Fu, the one who spread the false information back then.

Murong Fu was suddenly shocked and looked at the gray-robed monk. The gray-robed monk laughed loudly, stood up and said, "Xin Zhen, you have a sharp eye. You actually recognized me." He stretched out his hand and pulled off the veil, revealing a handsome face with clear eyes and long white eyebrows.

Murong Fu was surprised and delighted, and shouted, "Daddy, you...you are not...not dead?" Then countless doubts surged in his mind: Why did Daddy pretend to be dead? Why did he even hide it from his own son?

Xuanci said, "Old donor Murong, I have been friends with you for many years and I have always respected you. When you told me this that day, I believed it without a doubt.

"After that, I accidentally hurt a good person, and I never saw you again. Later, I heard that you died of illness. I was very sad. I always thought that you were just like me at that time, believing what others said, causing an unintentional mistake, feeling guilty, and dying young. Who knew... Alas!"

His long sigh actually contained endless regret and blame.

Qiao Feng didn't know until this moment that the person who spread false information and instigated the disaster was Murong Bo. Qiao Feng thought to himself: "Although the tragedy outside Yanmen Pass was led by Abbot Xuanci, he is the abbot of Shaolin Temple and cares about the Song Dynasty and the temple's scriptures. He devoted all his efforts to it, which was his duty. After realizing his mistakes, he tried his best to make up for them. The real villain is Murong Bo, not Xuanci."

After hearing Xuanci's words, Murong Fu immediately understood: "Dad spread the false message to provoke a big fight between the Song and Liao warriors, and even a war between the Song and Liao countries, so that we, Great Yan, can benefit from it.

Afterwards, Xuanci had to question my father. My father had no way to defend himself. As a great hero, he could not admit the incident and ruin his reputation.

He expected that Abbot Xuanci's character would be such that as long as he died, Xuanci would not reveal the truth and damage his reputation after his death."

Then he thought again: "Now that my father is dead, the Murong family's reputation is intact, and I can continue to restore the country. Otherwise, the heroes of the Central Plains will rise up against the Murong family, and it will be difficult for me to survive, let alone gather people to restore the country? Therefore, he had to fake his death. I think my father was afraid that I would be exposed due to my youth and impetuosity, so he simply hid it from me. Apart from my mother, I am afraid that even Brother Deng and the others don't know."

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Who is that man in black, Brother Qiao?"

Qiao Feng looked at Xin Zhen.

Xin Zhen pointed at the man in black and said, "That's your biological father, Xiao Yuanshan."

The man in black laughed and took off the black mask, revealing a man with big ears, a bushy beard and a very imposing appearance. He was about sixty years old.

Xiao Feng was pleasantly surprised. He rushed forward, prostrated himself on the ground, and shouted in a trembling voice: "You...you are my father..."

The man laughed loudly and said, "Good boy, good boy, I am your father. We have the same body shape and appearance. No need to recognize each other, everyone knows that I am your father."

He stretched out his hand, tore open the front of his shirt, revealing a wolf head with tattoos on it, and with his left hand he pulled Xiao Feng up.

Xiao Feng opened his clothes, revealing the green wolf head with its mouth open and teeth bared. The two walked side by side, and suddenly they howled at the sky at the same time. The sound was like the howling of a violent wind, and it was heard far away, shaking the valleys and echoing. Thousands of heroes heard it and felt a chill in their ears.

After the long howl, Xiao Yuanshan took two steps forward, pointed at Murong Bo and shouted, "Old thief Murong, you are the culprit. I fought you three times back then. I deeply regret not knowing your true face and not killing you with force. Come up and accept your death!"

Murong Bo laughed loudly, jumped up, and rushed up the mountain. Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng shouted at the same time: "Chase!"

They chased up the mountain from the left and right. These three people were all masters of martial arts, and in the blink of an eye, they were already far away.

Murong Fu shouted, "Daddy, Daddy!" and followed him up the mountain. His Qinggong was also very good, but he was not as good as the three people in front of him.

Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng ran towards Shaolin Temple. A grey shadow and two black shadows disappeared between the yellow walls and green tiles of Shaolin Temple.

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Let's go together!" He stretched out his hand and grabbed Ah Zhu beside him and ran towards Shaolin Temple. Although he was only carrying one person, he was much faster than the three people in front.

Duan Yanqing and Tan Qing immediately followed, also as fast as lightning. The people behind wanted to catch up, but they heard Xuan Ji shouting, "Form a formation to stop them!"

More than a hundred Shaolin monks responded in unison, and lined up in the road, some holding their Zen sticks, some holding their swords, to prevent the crowd from approaching. Xuan Ji said sternly, "Our Shaolin Temple is a good place for Buddhists, not a place for private fights. Donors, please do not enter without permission."

When the heroes saw the Shaolin monks' momentum, they knew they could not get through anyway, so even though they were worried about their master, they had to stop.

Xin Zhen took Azhu and followed behind Qiao Feng and others, and followed everyone, gradually going deeper into the back mountain.

The mountain behind Shaoshi is steep, with dense forests and steep paths. Duan Yu walked for several miles and could no longer hear the noisy sounds from the temple below. The mountain was silent except for the chirping of birds among the trees. The sun could not reach the forest between the mountains, and it was quite chilly.

Ah Zhu was very shocked. In her mind, Brother Qiao's martial arts were already as good as those of a god, and Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan were even more top masters. However, with Xin Zhen's support, she was able to keep up with them. Even Murong Fu was left behind!
Xin Zhen carried Ah Zhu and followed behind, watching Qiao Feng and his son fighting with Murong Bo while chasing and escaping. He was not in a hurry and just followed like this. When Murong Bo escaped into the Sutra Repository, he followed them in leisurely.

Seeing Qiao Feng guarding the door, Xin Zhen put Ah Zhu down, smiled at Qiao Feng and said, "Qiao... I should call you Brother Xiao. Today we can avenge our deep hatred."

Xiao Feng looked a little bitter when he heard this. Some grudges can be avenged, but some cannot.

Mr. and Mrs. Qiao Sanhuai, Master Xuanku...

Xin Zhen patted Xiao Feng on the shoulder and said, "Your father did nothing wrong. To him, he was just the one who ruined his happiness. If it were you, you would do the same."

Just as Xiao Feng was about to speak, he heard footsteps on the stairs. Someone walked up, and it was Jiumozhi.

Murong Bo was overjoyed and was about to speak when Xin Zhen suddenly asked, "Jiumozhi, what are you doing here?"

Murong Bo and Jiumozhi were both startled and looked at Xin Zhen.

Murong Bo said: "Master Xin, my Murong family and you don't have any deep hatred. On the contrary, you have seized my Murong family's territory. You don't have to be so aggressive, right?"

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "That's not the case, but your Murong family has been stirring up trouble in the Central Plains and plotting to restore the country. As a Song person, isn't it reasonable for me to attack and kill you?"

(End of this chapter)