The few people who flashed into the backyard of Shaolin Temple were extremely fast. In almost the blink of an eye, they crossed several yards and came to the Sutra Pavilion. Murong Bo broke into the window and pointed the sleeping hole of the four monks guarding the pavilion as soon as he made a move. He turned around and sneered: "Xiao Yuanshan, is it that your father and son who are together, or is it our two elders fighting alone, fighting to the death?"

Xiao Yuanshan blocked the pavilion door and said, "Brother, block the window, don't let him go." Xiao Feng said, "Yes!" Flashed in front of the window, his palm was placed on his chest, and the father and son surrounded him, seeing that Murong Bo could no longer escape. Xiao Yuanshan said, "The deep grudge between you and me is unresolved. This is not a contest of martial arts skills, so naturally my father will join forces to take your life."

"I'm so arrogant!" Murong Fu, who arrived, shouted coldly, but flew in from outside and landed beside Murong Bo.

Seeing his son, Murong Bo laughed and said, "Xiao Yuanshan, you have Xiao Feng, and I have Fu'er. My Fu'er is not worse than yours." As he said, he suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Jiumozhi who came up.

In the Tianlong, Jiumozhi came to challenge Shaolin, but time was delayed a lot, which was inconsistent with the present. However, when Shaolin Temple made such a big noise, Jiumozhi naturally came too. However, in Shaolin Temple, there were countless masters on their side, Jiumozhi never showed up. Later, he saw Murong Bo and followed him secretly.

He bowed to Murong Bo and said, "Mr. Murong, after parting in the past, he heard that Mr. Murong went west and the monk was very sad. It turned out that Mr. Winning in seclusion did not come out, which had a deep meaning. Today, I really liked the little monk."

Murong Bo returned the salute with his fists and smiled and said, "I am so impatient to death because of my family and country, which makes Master Lao worry about it. I feel so deeply ashamed."

Jiumozhi said: "How dare you? How dare you? That day, the young monk met and met with his husband, talked about martial arts and swords. He received guidance from Mr. Meng for several days. His life was doubtful. Once he understood it, he would also give it to him with the key points of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, which was even more touching."

Murong Bo smiled and said, "What are the things that require small things?" He said to Xiao's father and son: "Old Xiao, Xiao, the monk Xiao, is the great wise monk of Jiumo, who is the great lunar king of the Tubo country. He has a deep Buddhist abyss and his martial arts are far better than others. It can be said that he is rarely compared to this world."

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng looked at each other and thought: "Although this monk may not be stronger than Murong Bo, he must do a lot. He has such a deep relationship with Murong Bo, so he naturally has to help him. It is hard to say that he will win and lose this battle."

"Is that so? Master, we have an unfinished competition in Gusu, how about continuing?" Silently, Bai Xiaosheng stood beside Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng said happily: "Second brother..."

Xiao Yuanshan was relieved, turned his head and looked at Murong Fu ferociously, and roared, "Old thief, come on with his life." He flew over and rushed forward, with awesome momentum, like a wounded tiger, and it would take human life if it moved.

Murong Bo's face darkened and he immediately retreated and he immediately stepped out of his palm. With a bang, the two of them had a palm force intersected, and the explosive energy blew the scriptures around him rustled, and the bookshelf that was close to him was even lifted away.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought each other, and their energy flew. Murong Fu wanted to step forward to help his father, but Bai Xiaosheng moved his feet and blocked Murong Fu's body, and Xiao Feng also blocked Jiumozhi's body, not giving the two the chance to intervene.

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan fought for more than ten moves, and the entire three-story Sutra Library bookshelf was knocked over to the ground by them. Suddenly, Murong Bo jumped out of the battle circle and shouted: "Xiao Yuanshan, listen to me!"

When Xiao Yuanshan heard this, he shouted, "Old thief, what else do you have to say?"

Murong Bo breathed a breath of turbid air and said, "Brother Xiao, I have something to ask for. I made a false message back then, which caused a huge disaster. Brother Xiao knows that this is the purpose of doing something that has no deeds and has no virtues?"

Xiao Yuanshan was filled with anger and scolded with a finger of the halberd: "You are a despicable villain, you are a despicable villain and gloat about it. Why do you have any intention?" He took a step and slammed it with a palm.

Murong Bo sealed his palms, and with a wave, the power of the fist wind and palms stirred each other, and the dust on the roof was rustling. He said, "Brother Xiao temporarily suppressed his anger, and listened to him. Although Murong Bo was not worthy, he was still a little famous in the world. He had no resentment or grudges when he had never known Brother Xiao. As for the abbot of Xuanci of Shaolin Temple, I have had a good relationship with him for many years. Since I tried my best to provoke trouble, I wanted both sides to fight to the point of both sides to suffer. It was a big reason to judge it with common sense."

Xiao Yuanshan wanted to spurt fire out of his eyes and shouted: "What's the important reason? You... you said, you said!"

Murong Bo said, "Brother Xiao, you are a Khitan. King Jiumozhiming is a Tubo country. The Chinese warriors all say that you are foreign countries and not the best. The sons are originally great heroes and heroes in the world, but when the people of the world heard that he was a Khitan, they immediately turned against each other. Not only did they refuse to recognize his heroes, but everyone was willing to kill him. Brother Xiao, are you fair in this matter?"

Xiao Yuanshan said: "The Song and Liao Dynasty have been fighting each other for more than a hundred years. On the border, the Song and Liao people were killed when they met, and this has always happened. Since the people of the Central Plains know that my son is a Khitan, how can they be the main enemy? This is the common sense and there is no unfairness." After a pause, he said: "Abbot Xuanci, Wang Jiantong and others killed my wife and subordinates, which was not the original intention. But even if they were intentional, it was a dispute between Song and Liao. It is not surprising that you just designed to frame you, but let you go."

Listening to Xiao Yuanshan's words, Bai Xiaosheng raised his eyes. The following sentence was surprising, but he thought of Xiao Yuanshan's ideals in the first half of his life. As for Bai Xiaosheng, he also understood his thoughts. To be honest, although Xiao Yuanshan was determined to take revenge, his heart was just avenge. As for what he said he wanted to take the Shaolin secret book back to Daliao, it was probably a deliberate speech.

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaosheng looked at Murong Bo coldly and said, "Murrong Bo, you just want to tell your identity."

"Oh?" Murong Bo looked at Bai Xiaosheng unexpectedly and asked, "Do you know my Murong identity?"

"Hmph! Who doesn't know in the world that your Murong family is originally a Xianbei alien. But I'm afraid many people wouldn't have thought that you are not only a Xianbei alien, but also a royal family." Bai Xiaosheng pointed out Murong Bo's words, which surprised everyone present.

Murong Bo laughed and said to Murong Fu: "Fu'er, take out the imperial seal of the Great Yan Kingdom and show it to you."

Murong Fu said, "Yes!" He reached into his arms and took out a square seal made of black jade. The jade seal was carved with a vivid leopard. Murong Fu turned the seal and showed the seal. Jiumozhi saw that the seal carved six big words "The Treasure of Emperor Dayan". The father and son of Xiao did not know the seal text, but saw that the jade seal was carved exquisitely, but the edges were quite damaged. It was obvious that it was a long time ago. There were many disasters. Although he did not know the authenticity, he knew it was extraordinary, and it was not a new paper.

Murong Bo said: "You will also take out the genealogy of Emperor Dayan for a few to show you."

Murong Fu said, "Yes!" He put the jade seal in his arms, took out a bag of oil cloth, opened the oil cloth, shook out a pair of yellow silk, and lifted it up with both hands.

Bai Xiaosheng and others saw two words written in red pen on yellow silk. The right head was curved and unaware of it. They wanted to be written in Xianbei characters. The left head was Chinese characters, with the top of it saying: "The Tale of Emperor Taizu Civilization" and the bottom of it says: "The Tale of Emperor Jingzhao of Liezu" and the bottom of it says: "The Tale of Emperor You". Another line reads: "The Tale of Emperor Wucheng of Shizu" and the top of it says: "The Tale of Emperor Weicheng of Liezu" and the top of it says: "The Tale of Emperor Hui of Liezu" and the bottom of it says: "The Tale of Emperor Kaifeng is Qing", "The Tale of King Zhao of Zhao" and "The Tale of King Zhao" and

The name is Lin". The silk is written on it later: "The Emperor Zhaowu of Zhongzong is Sheng", "The Emperor Zhaowen is Xi", etc. The emperor's name is each lacking in pen. In the sixth year of Taishang, after Murong Chao of Nanyan destroyed the country, his lineage was common people, no longer emperors and princes. The age was long, and his descendants were multiplied. Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, and Jiu Mozhi did not intend to read it in detail. But the last lineage was written on it was "Murrong Pen", and "Murrong Bo".

Jiumozhi said: "It turns out that Mr. Murong is the grandson of the Great Yan King, who is disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Murong Bo sighed: "It is a great blessing for the misfortune of the remnants of the country to be protected by the leader. However, the legacy of ancestors in all generations has been based on the revival. Murong Bo is incompetent and has been traveling around the world for half a lifetime, but he has never achieved anything. Brother Xiao, my Xianbei Murong family intends to restore his homeland. Do you think it should be?"

Xiao Yuanshan said: "If you succeed, you will become a king; if you fail, you will become a enemy. If you are a hero, you will be a enemy. What should we say or not? "

Murong Bo said, "See! Brother Xiao's words are great to me. If the Murong family wants to revive Dayan, they must have an opportunity to take advantage of it. I think the Murong family is weak and has weak power. How easy is it to rebuild a country? The only opportunity is that the world is in chaos and the battles are endless."

Xiao Yuanshan said in a deep voice: "You fabricate information and provoke trouble, and you are trying to cause trouble in Song and Liao to fight?"

"The old thief is so cruel!" Xiao Feng was angry and shouted: "Murong Bo, you have lived for so long. Don't you know that the people of the two countries will suffer from the war between the Song and Liao dynasties? For your own selfishness, you ignore the people of the world. What is the face of such a villain?"

"Okay!" Xiao Yuanshan shouted loudly and shouted: "Murrong Bo, have you forgotten who I, Xiao Yuanshan? Although I, Xiao Yuanshan, have done many evil things, they are all due to family hatred. Is this a disaster to the country? Is this a disaster to my father and son? "

Murong Bo's face darkened and said, "Xiao Yuanshan, your father and son are very skilled in martial arts. You were once the commander of the Liao imperial guards. If you can take action, you will be able to provoke the war between Song and Liao. If you agree to this matter, you can take my Murong Bo's life, otherwise we can take a look with our true skills."

"Haha..." Bai Xiaosheng laughed loudly, and pointed his eyes at several people on him. Murong Fu shouted, "What are you laughing at?"

Bai Xiaosheng looked sarcastic and said, "Murong Bo, your plan is so good. I exchange my own death for the war in the Song and Liao dynasties to pave the way for your son. But do you know whether you can get out of this Sutra Pavilion today?"

"Father, my second brother is right. How can you treat the great revenge of killing your mother as a transaction? If you can get revenge, then my father and son will die here. How could such dirty things be scorned by my Xiao family and son?" Xiao Feng shouted loudly, and slapped the wooden table with anger. He could only hear a slap. The wooden table was broken into several pieces and rushed around, making a sound of dangling, which was extremely intimidating.

"Good, good! Mr. Xiao did not make a big fuss for his own selfishness, but thought of the people of the world as his thoughts. It is really the heart of the Bodhisattva."

The five people were shocked when they heard this, but Bai Xiaosheng deliberately showed a shocked look, not letting himself look special. He quickly turned around and saw a thin monk in a green robe holding a broom on the corridor outside the window and sweeping the floor. The monk was quite old, with a few sparse long beards that were already white, slow to move, weak in energy, and unlike his martial arts.

However, none of the six people have found someone here, so what should I say?
Chapter completed!