Chapter 175 Why Suffer?

Qiao Feng had a magnificent physique and a heroic appearance. He pushed out with both palms. Although the momentum was not fast, it was a move of "Dragon Fighting in the Wilderness!"

The wooden door at the entrance creaked when it was swept by the wind from his palm, just in line with the saying that clouds follow the dragon and wind follows the tiger.

The man in black seemed to be overwhelmed by his momentum and took a step back involuntarily. His bones crackled like frying beans, and he pushed out his palms flatly.

Qiao Feng knew very well that the black-clothed man's martial arts skills were not inferior to his own, so he immediately attacked with the "Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms" taught by Wang Jiantong.

This is a profound martial art, which is neither too hard nor too soft, and has both Confucian and Taoist philosophies. However, Qiao Feng was born with extraordinary talents and was blessed with unique martial arts. His 28 Dragon Subduing Palms was powerful and indestructible, and was even better than that of Gang Leader Wang.

He used four points of strength in his left and right palms and six points inside, retaining most of the strength.

Infinite residual strength is the essence of the Dragon Subduing Palm, but even so, the power of this palm is as heavy as a mountain and extremely fierce.

The man in black did not dare to neglect it either. He exhaled and started to fight. In an instant, there was a dull sound of "pop". The four palms of the two men met. Qiao Feng did not move at all. The man in black was like a long flag that was blown up by the strong wind and fell on the roof of the street opposite. He laughed and said, "This 28 Dragon Subduing Palms is really extremely sharp."

Qiao Feng sneered, "Old villain, the Shaolin palm technique you used is not very good! I will not give up until we die!" He jumped up and chased after him.

It turned out that the man in black had no intention of fighting with Qiao Feng. Instead, he used the power of his palm to escape, mocking him.

The "Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms" was taught to him by his mentor Wang Jiantong. How could Qiao Feng allow himself to be humiliated?

It can be said that all the new and old grudges turned into a raging fire, burning his body.

Although Qiao Feng decided to retire from the martial arts world, that was based on the fact that he was unaware of his enemies. But with his enemies right in front of him, how could Qiao Feng still say he was retiring from the martial arts world? That would not be himself!

As soon as Qiao Feng moved, the man in black shook his body, as if gliding, and flew several feet away, floating down from the roof. He laughed to himself, "You lowly boy, you still want to chase me? Dream on!"

Qiao Feng was secretly shocked: "This man is really amazing, he is indeed one of the best masters in the martial arts world. If he were not such a person, he would not have been able to kill my master." He stood on the roof, glanced at Azhu and said, "Wait for me!" and rushed away.

He was extremely ruthless. Although he knew that the other party had deep internal strength and high martial arts skills, from his voice, he could tell that he was old and not as old as himself. He had to catch up with this man and kill him.

Qiao Feng's martial arts skills originated from Shaolin and were cultivated by the Beggar Gang's leader Wang. It is a purely masculine style. He took a big step, which was about ten feet long. He jumped into the air, clasped his fists towards Feng Yi, and took another big step. He moved at an incredibly fast speed, like a meteor across the sky, and had already landed on the roof.

Feng Yi and A'zhu watched the two men disappear from view, each thinking something in their hearts.

Feng Yi thought that Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts skills were not easy to come by, and he was a well-known hero in the past!

However, his hard-earned half-lifetime reputation was ruined when he killed Qiao Sanhuai and his wife as well as Master Xuan Ku!

It can also be said that he also contributed to the death of Qiao Feng in the original plot.

It was he who made all of Qiao Feng's previous bold words about revenge for his parents and mentor become empty words, and he no longer had the face to face the Central Plains martial arts world.

Yelu Hongji would not let him set foot in the Liao territory again, leaving Qiao Feng, a brave man, with nowhere to go in the world.

His lover was beaten to death by his own hands, and his parents and mentor were killed by his own father. He was unable to seek revenge, and wanted to find Murong Bo to avenge his mother, but was stopped by the Sweeping Monk.

For a heroic figure like Qiao Feng, this kind of shitty life seems to make living meaningless.

Ah Zhu was thinking that this man was scolding Qiao Feng and looking down on the "Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms". It was obvious that he wanted to rekindle Qiao Feng's ambition to step into the martial arts world, but how could he guarantee that Qiao Feng would be safe?

"well……"

Feng Yi sighed deeply, retracted his gaze, and said, "This man is crazy. He will not stop until Qiao Feng feels hatred in his heart!"

"Stir up hatred?" Ah Zhu looked at Feng Yi, thinking for a moment. Seeing him sighing in dismay, she asked, "Brother Feng, why can't you help Brother Qiao?"

"Help?" Feng Yi glanced at Ah Zhu: "How?"

Ah Zhu had a worried look on her face, frowning and said, "This man followed us, and even though Brother Qiao is such a powerful martial artist, he didn't notice it.

It's obvious that this is the real murderer who framed Brother Qiao for killing his parents and master. If Brother Qiao kills this man, everything will be over! You should have stopped him!"

"Kill him?" Feng Yi laughed and said, "End? You think too simply."

Feng Yi knew very well that Xiao Yuanshan looked exactly like Qiao Feng. Once he helped Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan was defeated, he only needed to tear off the scarf and the situation would be resolved in an instant.

Because everyone can tell at a glance that they are father and son.

Qiao Feng will definitely not take action again. If he takes action, Qiao Feng will still help his father, so it would be a useless effort. Feng Yi will never do that.

Ah Zhu suddenly stared straight at Feng Yi and said word by word: "Brother Feng, let me ask you, is the leader the abbot Xuanci?"

Feng Yi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why do you ask?"

Ah Zhu said, "The bloody battle at Yanmen Pass was in the name of Khitan warriors trying to seize the martial arts manuals of Shaolin Temple. How could there be no one from Shaolin Temple involved? Compared to Duan Zhengchun, he is more capable of making the leader of the Beggars' Sect obey his orders. And you just used Shaolin Temple as an example, talking about the dangers and admonishing us, so I sensed something."

Feng Yi smiled, and leaped down from the second floor like flying catkins, landing silently. He poured a bowl of wine and said, "Sure enough, love can make people blind. If you don't talk about love, you are smart, but why don't you tell Brother Qiao!"

Ah Zhu sighed, "Abbot Xuanci fits the status of the leader, so Brother Qiao must have guessed it. But his teacher was a senior monk from Shaolin Temple, and he died in Shaolin Temple. He was very loyal and righteous, so how dare I make random guesses about this?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Since you can think of this, then come with me to see if you can confirm your guess."

As he spoke, he took Ah Zhu's arm, floated out of the shop, leaped up onto the roof, and chased in the direction that Qiao Feng and the man in black had left.

Ah Zhu couldn't help but ask, "Can we still catch up?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Brother Qiao will not fight with them in the city. He must have left the city. It is enough to know the approximate direction!"

Feng Yi pulled her onto the roof and ran towards the outside of the city, as if chasing the stars and the moon, faster than a galloping horse. Soon, they were out of the city.

After running for a few more miles, I saw some broken trees and overturned soil along the way, like the traces of a hurricane.

Ah Zhu was shocked, thinking that this must be caused by the palm power. The two saw a forest in the distance. When they entered the forest, many trees were knocked down. Ah Zhu was worried about Qiao Feng when Feng Yi suddenly stopped.

Feng Yi looked back, tapped his feet lightly, crawled into a big tree, and hid among the branches.

Ah Zhu was about to ask, but Feng Yi hushed her.

Ah Zhu looked around among the branches and leaves. After a while, she saw two people coming towards her and Feng Yi at a quick pace.

Ah Zhu saw that their sleeves were fluttering and their movements were very agile. Feng Yi could see even more clearly that both of them were not young. Each wore a grey robe and a grey cloth hat. Their movements were swift and they flew out of the forest in an instant like an arrow.

Seeing the two men's skills, Ah Zhu was surprised and asked, "Who are they?"

Feng Yi said faintly: "I don't know!"

Ah Zhu rolled his eyes at him and said, "Who are you trying to fool?"

Feng Yi said: "I'm just lying to you!"

Ah Zhu was so angry that he was about to speak.

Feng Yi hissed again, and suddenly a figure flashed. The two men in gray came back side by side again, but this time they walked back.

I saw a slightly younger man with half-gray eyebrows said, "I wonder where Feng Yi and that woman have gone?" with a worried look on his face.

Then I heard another old voice "hmm", sounding very absent-minded.

The man continued, "If Feng Yi and the woman hadn't been so slow to come out, we wouldn't have lost them. Senior Brother, the man in black just exchanged blows with Qiao Feng..."

"Yes, it is our sect's Prajna Palm!"

The young man said again, "Brother, I am just wondering why we could have just killed Qiao Feng that day. Why did we go through so much trouble, not only did we make Qiao Feng famous, but we also lost the scriptures of our temple."

"Brother, you don't know!" the old man sighed, "This matter is of great importance. The abbot is still worried about whether Qiao Feng was the one who killed Qiao Sanhuai and his wife and Brother Xuanku.

That's why you and I followed him to investigate his actions. If we kill Qiao Feng directly in the temple, he will be afraid that he will be tricked by the thieves to kill him with a borrowed knife. The abbot was harmed by that fool in the past!"

"Brother, will the man in black be in league with Qiao Feng?"

When the two heard this, Feng Yi thought: "This is Shaolin Temple."

After all, when Qiao Feng took Azhu away from Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ci, Xuan Ji and Xuan Nan were by his side. All they needed to do was to give them a shout. Even with Qiao Feng's great abilities, he would not be able to escape with Azhu.

Ah Zhu knew that the Prajna Palm was a Shaolin unique skill, and they spoke with a northern accent. Thinking that the leader was the one who caused Qiao Feng's family to be destroyed, the meaning of their words made her suspect that Qiao Feng and the man in black were in the same group. She couldn't help but stand up and shouted: "The dignified Shaolin..."

Before he could finish his words, they both raised their palms at the same time, hitting the tree trunk with a bang.

With a creaking sound, the branch under Ah Zhu's feet was broken and she immediately fell down from the tree. As she was about to land on the ground, there was a sudden strong force pulling her from above, causing her to somersault and slow down her fall. Ah Zhu had a good foundation in Qinggong, so she landed safely and asked immediately, "Are you two high monks from Shaolin?"

The two looked at each other, and then looked at Ah Zhu and Feng Yi who had landed on the ground.

The two men took off their hats. The younger one's eyes were like two thin slits, shining with light, while the other one had a solemn look. He put his hands together and said, "The donor has good means and good vision."

Feng Yi clasped his fists and said, "Two masters, please come in!" He grabbed Ah Zhu and turned away.

Suddenly, the old monk shouted, "Wait a minute!"

The young monk even stretched out his hand to grab Feng Yi's back, and all five vital points were under his grasp, and this time it was swift and powerful.

Feng Yi felt a sudden gust of wind behind him, and he turned his foot and kicked backwards, but when his foot was halfway there, he was hit by another strong force, and his calf couldn't help but sink.

Feng Yi cheered secretly, swung out his left hand, and with a pop, his palm and foot intersected at the same time.

Feng Yi grabbed Ah Zhu and shot out from the air, flying several feet away. With a somersault, the two of them landed lightly on the top of a big tree, stepping on the branches and rising and falling.

The two monks' faces flushed, and they each retreated three steps. The fight was swift and agile, and the difference in strength was immediately apparent. The two monks were ultimately at a disadvantage.

"Master Feng, your kung fu is so handsome."

The old man put his hands together and said, "I am Shaolin Xuan."

"Shaolin Mysterious Stone."

Ah Zhu felt a strong wind blowing around her body, and felt the pain unbearable. She thought to herself, "These two people are really good at martial arts. I'm afraid even the young master can't compare to them. Shaolin Temple is indeed the best martial arts in the world!"

Suddenly, Feng Yi chuckled and said, "Is it not enough for the two monks to follow me all the way? Do you want to keep me here?"

Xuan Gou smiled slightly and sighed, "Don't tell lies in front of a real person. Now that things have come to this, the donors should understand.

Qiao Feng was born in our humble temple. He once caused a big disturbance in the temple. We were unable to capture him and he escaped. Junior Brother Xuanshi and I followed the orders of Senior Brother Abbot to track him down secretly.

Hero Feng stopped Qiao Feng from turning against the heroes of the world at Juxian Manor, thus avoiding a bloody incident. We both admire him very much.

It is only because of the strict order from the abbot that the two of us are to find out what Qiao Feng did and whereabouts, and we are not to engage in combat with him, so the two of us cannot show up, please forgive me if we offend you."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Okay, okay. It seems that Shaolin Temple is indeed full of masters, and its reputation is well-deserved. The whereabouts of Hero Qiao are all under your surveillance."

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Ah Zhu was ashamed and angry when she heard this. Her body was boiling hot. She pouted and shouted, "A Shaolin monk would do something like peeping. It's disgusting!"

Xuanshi couldn't help but frown.

Xuan shook his head and said with a smile, "Don't be angry, lady. Qiao Feng and Feng Daxia are both masters of the time. They are very smart. How dare we follow them closely? We can only follow from a distance."

What this means is that we don’t know about the sweet words you two are saying to each other, so you don’t need to take it to heart.

Ah Zhu's anger finally subsided a little. After all, no one likes to be eavesdropped on.

Then Xuanshi said, "I have something to ask Master Feng."

Feng Yi asked: "What?"

Xuan Shi asked, "Do you know the identity of the man in black?"

Feng Yi shook his head and said, "As time goes by, we'll meet again." He twisted his body, stood up, and disappeared with Ah Zhu in an instant.

The two Shaolin monks were dumbfounded and extremely confused. They didn't know why Feng Yi left suddenly, but it was not a good time to chase him now.

Qiao Feng is a Shaolin disciple. He is suspected of murdering his parents and mentor. According to the sect rules, it is acceptable to follow him. But since he took the photo, if he follows Feng Yi again, they will be enemies.

Shaolin Temple would not take the initiative to provoke such a master.

When Ah Zhu saw the two Shaolin monks, she felt hopeful. She was very reluctant to be captured by Feng Yi, and said, "Master Feng, please let me ask them about the person who sent false information to Abbot Xuanci. I will never forget him."

Feng Yi said: "The reason why I brought you here is because you guessed the Shaolin abbot correctly, and I also want you to understand that Qiao Feng has been trapped in the situation for a long time. If you want to make up your mind, just listen to me and hide your identity!

If you must ask the person who brought the news, wait until Qiao Feng comes back and you can go find Xuan Ci yourself."

After hearing this, Ah Zhu stopped talking. She tried to figure out Feng Yi's words in her heart. Her mood fluctuated with Feng Yi's flying figure, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

After Feng Yi and Azhu returned to the inn, Feng Yi went back to his room and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already dark.

His stomach was empty and he felt uncomfortable. It was past dinner time in the inn, so he immediately asked the waiter to start cooking. While the food was not ready, he opened the "Yi Jin Jing" from his arms and read it.

When Feng Yi saw the Shaolin monk, he couldn't help feeling guilty, so he didn't want to say much.

He thought again at this time, since the Yi Jin Jing could not be translated, could he wet it with water and get out the Shen Zu Jing hidden inside it first?

But after looking at it, I thought that if this thing touches water, the Shenzu Sutra will appear, but what about the Sanskrit content of the original book? If the Shenzu Sutra appears when it touches water, but the Yijin Sutra is lost, it will also be a loss.

He also didn't know why the dark pages of the scripture would appear when exposed to water, and would disappear on their own when dried, and would not affect the Yi Jin Jing, or what.

After thinking about it, he felt that there were only two ways to be on the safe side. Either he had to transcribe the Sanskrit first, then soak the scripture in water and take the Shenzu Sutra. Or he had to wait until the Yijin Jing was translated before taking the Shenzu Sutra. But if he transcribed it, he would not recognize the Sanskrit, and if he made a mistake, the translator would be in trouble.

For him, transcribing was also a laborious task, so he immediately decided to wait until the translation was done. Although it would take a long time, good things come late after all! As for the translator, Feng Yi had already considered it.

This is Henan, and he will rush there as soon as Qiao Feng returns.

As he was pondering, he heard the door open and Ah Zhu pushed it open and walked in, holding a tray with a few side dishes and a pot of wine.

Feng Yi was immediately shocked and asked, "Young lady, why are you doing this?" He wrapped the secret book up again and kept it close to his body.

Seeing his surprised expression, Ah Zhu stepped forward and placed the tray on the table, saying, "I heard you calling for food. You have helped me and Brother Qiao so much, so what's a big deal for me to treat you to a meal?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "We are just doing business, it can't be considered as helping."

Ah Zhu let out a breath and said, "The person who spread false information to Abbot Xuanci was my master Murong. You didn't want to tell him because you were afraid that my big brother Qiao would find out and you would feel uncomfortable. Aren't you trying to help us?" After saying this, she looked at him with bright eyes.

Feng Yi looked at Ah Zhu, stunned and speechless.

Suddenly, Ah Zhu's tears welled up in her eyes, and she thought to herself, "It is so, it is so! I don't want it, I don't want it!"

It turns out that Ah Zhu is a very smart person, but anyone who falls into the whirlpool of emotions will lose their proper judgment when facing the person they care about. This is the confusion caused by caring.

Whether it is Azhu, Huang Rong or even Zhao Min, they all sound extremely smart, but when it comes to their lovers and family, their IQs seem to be worrying. However, this is not the case for others.

She combined Feng Yi's example of Shaolin and made an analogy, saying that the abbot was indeed the leader. Then Feng Yi said that Qiao Feng's enemy was the Murong family, so why did you say that?

Combined with some of the actions of Master Murong and the Young Master, he immediately became suspicious. Taking advantage of Feng Yi's sleep and begging for food, he personally prepared a few side dishes, using this as a starting point. With just a few words, he understood the truth from Feng Yi's expression.

At this point, Feng Yi could only close his eyes and remain silent. He didn't know what to say at all.

Ah Zhu was very generous. She pushed the plate hard and shouted, "I'm treating you to a meal. Why don't you eat?"

Feng Yi knew that she was sad and was taking advantage of the situation to make a fuss about it, so he kept his eyes slightly closed and said nothing.

Ah Zhu felt an inexplicable anger surge through her heart and shouted, "You are the most annoying person. You asked us to seek revenge on Duan Zhengchun. What's wrong with that?"

As he said this, his eyes became hot and he was afraid that if he stayed here any longer, he would burst into tears on the spot. He turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, a man suddenly appeared at the door of the room, and Ah Zhu screamed, "Brother!"

Feng Yi opened his eyes slightly, and saw Qiao Feng, who was chasing the man in black. But he saw that his shirt was torn, his face was pale, his eyes were dazed, but his body was motionless.

Feng Yi sighed secretly.

Ah Zhu was stunned for a moment, then she calmed down, took Qiao Feng's hand, and said softly, "Brother, did you fight? Who won?"

Qiao Feng glanced at her, followed her in, held onto the chair, swayed a few times, and then fell back on the chair.

Ah Zhu trembled and asked, "Brother, are you hurt?"

Qiao Feng grinned, but the smile disappeared in an instant. He sighed softly and stared at Feng Yi in a daze.

Ah Zhu felt sad and silent for a while, then forced a smile and said, "Brother, don't worry, you can definitely get revenge!"

Feng Yi turned his head and looked at her, frowning slightly and said: "Don't be too clever. It's ok to cause Qingqing's life, but I'm afraid it won't help."

Qiao Feng immediately expressed the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time: "Brother Feng, did you know who he was?"

Feng Yi hummed, thinking: "Is my hint too obvious, or are they just smarter than ordinary people?"

Qiao Feng's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he said bitterly, "Before, I thought everyone was wrongly accusing me, but now I know that no one is wronging me!"

"What does it have to do with you?" Feng Yi sighed. "This mixture of grudges and hatred makes people entangled and painful. I have seen this before, so I wanted you to stay away from him. I never thought that his desire for revenge was so strong that he would not hesitate to tie you firmly to his chariot of revenge.

Alas, perhaps this is fate.

Before leaving, I still say, if you can't get what you want, why bother yourself, just let it go?"

After Feng Yi finished speaking, he picked up the package, went out, climbed onto the roof, and floated away.

At this point, Qiao Feng and the others have to save themselves.

From the look of things, it was obvious that Xiao Yuanshan had taken off his mask in front of Qiao Feng.

Otherwise, both of them have reached the pinnacle of martial arts, but Qiao Feng is in his prime, which is a huge advantage. Since he regards Xiao Yuanshan as his enemy and is determined to kill him, he will not give up until he dies.

It seems that apart from this method, Xiao Yuanshan has no way to escape from the brutal Qiao Feng.

After all, Xiao Yuanshan's brutality could not be directed at his son, so he always suffered.

Since Qiao Feng knew that his father was the murderer of his adoptive parents and master, it didn't seem to matter much whether he heard that Murong Bo was the fool who informed Xuan Ci.

Because compared to his father's resurrection, he was the villain in his heart. Qiao Feng could digest such explosive information, so what did this matter? But the one who was in indescribable pain was perhaps Ah Zhu.

And this is something Feng Yi can't help with.

All development depends on fate! (End of this chapter)