His feelings for Ah Zhu grew deeper and deeper, and they had almost decided to spend their lives together.

If the gentleman hadn't reminded me, wouldn't I have killed my future father-in-law?

Thinking of this, he felt a chill.

Su Luo nodded and smiled: "Even if I don't tell you, you will know the truth eventually."

"Duan Zhengchun will not die?" Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, and heard another meaning in Su Luo's words.

"Of course, how could Ah Zhu watch her biological father die?" Su Luo shook his head, "She would only go to the appointment on behalf of her father, and then die in your arms."

Xiao Feng's face suddenly changed, he clenched his fists, then slowly loosened them, a deep fear flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you sir for the reminder." He bowed deeply.

Su Luo waved his hand and said, "The leader is Shaolin Abbot Xuanci."

These plain words sounded like a bolt from the blue to Xiao Feng's ears.

Even though I knew my father was not dead, my mother was dead after all.

But he never expected that the murderer of his mother was the highly respected Master Xuan Ci.

"Your father is hiding in the Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple." Su Luo said again.

Xiao Feng opened his mouth, but the series of heavy news made him not know what to say for a moment.

Su Luo was in a good mood today, so he decided not to keep the secret and told the whole story.

Murong Fu's father, Murong Bo, conspired to instigate Xuan Ci to lead the Central Plains masters to besiege Xiao Yuanshan in order to provoke a war between Liao and Song and take advantage of the chaos in the world to seek the cause of restoring the country.

By the time Xuan Ci realized this, the situation was already irreversible, and he had no choice but to hand over Xiao Yuanshan's orphan to be raised by Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, a farmer couple at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

Murong Bo faked his death and escaped, and hid in the Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple with Xiao Yuanshan to secretly learn martial arts.

"If you don't know what to do, you can go talk to your father." Su Luo said with a smile.

Xiao Feng left with a lot on his mind.

…

The second day.

Xiao Feng appeared alone at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

After a night of contemplation, he finally decided to go to Shaolin Temple to see his father.

Of course, he still has to avenge his mother's murder.

Murong Bo actually tried to provoke a war between Song and Liao for his own selfish reasons, disregarding the lives of millions of civilians. He deserves to be put to death.

After nodding at Ah Zhu and telling her to wait for him, he resolutely walked towards the mountain.

Now he is extremely confident in his own abilities.

After selling his own internal energy of more than seventy years, he bought wine of equal value to increase his internal energy. Now his internal energy has reached nearly one hundred and fifty years.

Two days ago, he got a cup of fine wine from Sun Wukong. The spiritual power contained in it greatly increased his strength.

What surprised him most were the advice from Xiao Yan and Ye Fan.

The two men heard from someone that his "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing" was extremely powerful, so they wanted him to show them off.

At that time, he had just entered the tavern and didn't know the two people's background, so he demonstrated it carefully with a teaching attitude.

Then, he got guidance from both.

Ye Fan made some subtle corrections to the trajectory of the internal energy's circulation. This extremely powerful external martial art was strangely combined with his internal strength. With one palm strike, a dragon shadow actually flashed, ready to emerge!

Xiao Yan casually took out the cluster of strange purple fire that the man said he couldn't use but gave him as a gift. It shocked him immensely.

After this purple beast fire was combined with the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing", it exploded with almost mythical power.

At first, he was so shocked that his mind almost collapsed.

Later, he learned from Li Yunlong and others that these two were both top-notch powerful beings from another world, like immortals and gods.

That was also his first lesson in the tavern.

In a short while, Xiao Feng reached the Shaolin Temple.

His face was not unfamiliar to the monks of Shaolin Temple.

After all, his teacher was Master Xuan Ku of Shaolin.

However, Xuan Ku had died some time ago, and Xiao Feng was highly suspected.

Xiao Feng had no intention of fighting with the others. After easily repelling the besiegers, he walked leisurely towards the Sutra Library.

The bells in the temple rang loudly.

He recognized that this was the alarm bell of an enemy attack, and just smiled bitterly to himself, planning to get rid of Murong Bo first and then take his father away.

When he reached the courtyard outside the Sutra Repository, he suddenly paused.

He looked hesitantly at the monk in the distance.

He was a skinny monk in a green robe. He was very old, with sparse white beard, and moved slowly. He looked like he was about to die.

But for some reason, he actually sensed an extremely dangerous aura from the sweeping monk.

"Maybe I made a mistake." Xiao Feng thought to himself.

He stood outside the Sutra Repository and looked inside.

The monks in the Sutra Library had obviously heard the alarm, and the warrior monks came out one after another with long sticks in their hands.

When they saw Xiao Feng outside the door, everyone's faces changed drastically and they stared at him with eager eyes.

Xiao Feng clasped his fists, then raised his head and said loudly: "Murong Bo, come out and die!"

This sound contained internal energy, making his voice like thunder that almost spread throughout the entire Shaolin Temple.

The monks were all stunned.

They originally thought that after Xiao Feng revealed his Khitan identity, he had fallen out with Shaolin Temple, so he killed his master and came to the Sutra Library to loot the martial arts techniques. They didn't expect that this guy was actually looking for someone.

But who is Murong Bo? Many people have never heard of this name, and some who vaguely know this name did not react for a while.

However, the old monk who was sweeping the floor paused for a moment, and a hint of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes.

The Sutra Repository was quiet, without a single unusual sound.

Xiao Feng's expression remained unchanged as he continued, "Murong Fu has been killed by me. The Gusu Murong family has no descendants. Don't you want to avenge your son?"

The monks were in an uproar.

The Gusu Murong clan has a great reputation in the martial arts world.

Could it be that Murong Bo...

Shaolin Abbot Xuanci, who rushed over after receiving the notification, was stunned.

Isn't Murong Bo already dead?

After Murong Bo's trick into assassinating Xiao Yuanshan was exposed, the masters of the Central Plains martial arts world wanted to settle accounts with him, as he knew every detail of his death.

But what surprised him even more was something else.

Why did Xiao Feng look for Murong Bo? Could it be that he knew everything that happened back then?

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly saw a gray shadow attacking Xiao Feng.

"You're looking for death!"

When Xuan Ci saw that the person who made the move was a gray-robed monk who appeared out of nowhere, he was visibly stunned.

But when he saw the opponent's agile movements and powerful methods, as well as the Shaolin secret Boluo Palm he used, his expression suddenly changed.

This kind of thing is definitely not something that an ordinary gray-robed monk can use!

Xiao Feng tentatively stretched out his hand to block.

A surge of pure internal energy rushed into his body, causing him to step back several steps.

Seeing this scene, Xuan Ci was even more shocked.

He knew Xiao Feng's talent very well.

As the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, his martial arts attainments were not inferior to his own, but he was forced back by a palm strike from this gray-robed monk of unknown origin.

During this test, Xiao Feng clearly understood the gray-robed monk's strength.

His internal strength is so profound that it must have been accumulated for more than a hundred years. If it were me in the past, I would have been no match for him!

This person must be Murong Bo! Seeing that the other party's right hand turned into a finger and was about to attack him again, Xiao Feng decided not to hold back.

Just at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared between the two.

(End of this chapter)