Chapter 109: The Number One Big Devil [10,000 words please read]

Shaoshi Mountain in the Northern Song Dynasty.

The gathering of the Shaolin Temples of the Ming Dynasty, Southern Song Dynasty, and Northern Song Dynasty can be said to be a wonder in the martial arts world for hundreds of years.

People habitually call the Shaolin of the Ming Dynasty the Shaolin School, the Shaolin of the Southern Song Dynasty the Southern Shaolin, and the Shaolin of the Northern Song Dynasty the Northern Shaolin.

In the past, when the three schools met, open and secret fights were inevitable, and they had to choose between martial arts and Buddhism to determine who was better.

Unlike now, there is harmony.

In addition to Shaolin, other sects with similar situations also showed an attitude of being of the same blood.

The appearance of Chu Yang actually brought a rare peaceful atmosphere to the martial arts world that had been in chaos for hundreds of years.

In the main hall, heroes gathered.

There were nearly a hundred sects participating in the martial arts conference alone. The heads of each sect were almost full, and the core senior leaders and true disciples could only stand at the door and watch.

Abbot Xuanci, as the host, did not sit in the first seat, but gave his seat to a Taoist and a martial artist.

The Taoist was Zhang Sanfeng, and the martial artist was Feng Qingyang.

As the only two senior masters who can escape from "Mr. Chu" unscathed, they are the confidence of the crowd, and can also be said to be the support of the entire martial arts world.

Even though they were praised to such a high position, the two did not show any joy on their faces, but were very helpless.

Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang knew very well that the reason they did not die was only because Chu Yang was not a person who killed indiscriminately. If it was really a matter of life and death, they might not survive.

The reason why they came to participate in this useless martial arts conference was simply because they did not want to see these idiots annoy Chu Yang and increase the killing.

Zhang Sanfeng is a monk, and Feng Qingyang is afraid that the Huashan Sect will be cut off from inheritance.

The hall was in an uproar.

The many heads who came to participate in the conference quarreled, and they had a very serious disagreement at the beginning.

The original intention of holding this martial arts conference was to negotiate with "Mr. Chu" and hope that the other party would stop killing the major sects.

Some people had some thoughts that they shouldn't have after seeing such a powerful team.

Perhaps...

We should unite and fight against the demon who is in the limelight?

So, another opinion suddenly emerged in the team, hoping that everyone would fight against "Mr. Chu" with a tougher attitude.

It's just like the old saying.

The only lesson people can learn from history is that people can't learn any lessons from history.

Those who put forward the idea of ​​fighting often have never had any intersection with Chu Yang, and their impression of him is hearsay.

Those who really suffered, whose mountain gates were broken by Chu Yang and whose sects were disbanded on the spot, are actually active supporters of peace talks.

The last time, the head of the sect was killed. If it happens again, he might really confiscate the family and destroy the whole family!

Even a clay Buddha has a temper, let alone a man who acts recklessly and is dubbed the "Demon Lord".

Who dares to bet that he still has patience?

Seeing that the situation was gradually getting out of control, the host, Abbot Xuanci, looked helplessly at Zhang Sanfeng, who was sitting in the first seat.

"Master Zhang, what do you think we should do?"

Zhang Sanfeng turned his head and looked at Feng Qingyang, who nodded slightly.

Then, Zhang Sanfeng stood up.

The hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone focused their attention on Zhang Sanfeng. Everyone present was a smart person. Although they were noisy, their attention was always on the two with the highest martial power.

"Hahaha, everyone continue, don't worry about the old Taoist!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly and walked straight out of the hall, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of the heads.

Yue Buqun hurriedly walked in front of Zhang Sanfeng and stopped the old Taoist priest, "Where are you going, Master Zhang? The meeting is not over yet."

"Haven't you all made a final decision? Aren't you going to attack Mr. Chu and restore the world to a clear and bright world?"

Zhang Sanfeng pretended to be surprised.

"Although all the leaders are united, we still need the support of the two old seniors..."

Yue Buqun showed an embarrassed look.

The reason why he was able to become the leader of the Five Mountains was because the original leader Zuo Lengchan was killed by Chu Yang.

Just taking office, no one is popular. Yue Buqun urgently needs to do something to secure his position as the leader of the Five Mountains, so he shouted the slogan of attacking Chu Yang the loudest.

"Support?"

Zhang Sanfeng sneered and looked around. There were many ambitious people like Yue Buqun in the crowd, who ignored the safety of everyone just for their own reputation in the world.

"I have lived for more than a hundred years, but I still love the world. I will not go to the underworld with you. Next year, I will definitely prepare more paper money for you leaders."

After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he waved his Taoist robe to push Yue Buqun away and walked out of the main hall.

And his words were like cold water poured on everyone's hearts.

Yue Buqun's face was ashen and speechless.

For a moment, all the sects and schools began to panic again, without the previous momentum.

Feng Qingyang felt that the time was almost right, so he jumped up and stopped Zhang Sanfeng who was about to leave, and comforted him loudly: "Brother, please be patient, aren't you still discussing? They haven't seen the power of that young man, so it's understandable that they say a few big words."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, stood there, and watched them silently, as if waiting for their answers. If they were not satisfied, they would go their separate ways.

Feng Qingyang did the same.

At this time, a novice monk hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, and Abbot Xuanci's face changed when he saw him.

He sent the novice monk to contact Chu Yang, and the other party's return meant that Chu Yang had arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

"Abbot, the donor Chu... is here!"

Inside and outside the hall, gasps of cold air could be heard one after another.

Just hearing this name made everyone feel numb.

The disciples who had been disbanded from the sect changed their expressions upon hearing this and trembled in fear.

Seeing their fearful expressions, other disciples from the sect who had never seen Chu Yang suddenly became curious.

Zhang Sanfeng said in a deep voice: "If you want to walk out of the Mahavira Palace alive today, then heed the old advice and don't do stupid things!"

All the heads, including Yue Buqun, looked stern.

After a while, a carriage climbed up the steps without any bumps, which attracted disciples from various sects standing in the square to stop and watch.

"The driveway of Shaoshi Mountain has been cut off at the Xiangtang below. How did this carriage get up?"

"Look, the wheels of that carriage are floating!"

"Have you been drinking so early in the morning? How could the wheels of the carriage float... It's true!"

"This is a flying carriage!"

"That red horse doesn't look like a mortal thing!"

An honest voice rang out from the crowd, "Master, isn't that my little red horse?"

The blind man with a piece of black cloth covering his eyes said solemnly: "Shut up!"

The blind man's palms and forehead were covered in cold sweat. The stupid apprentice disappeared inexplicably last time. They searched for him for most of the Southern Song Dynasty and finally reunited. Along the way, they kept hearing him mention a strange man named "Mr. Chu".

They never dreamed that the Mr. Chu mentioned by the silly apprentice and the young scholar on the carriage were actually the same person!

All eyes were focused on the carriage.

One male and one female.

The man is wearing a sky-blue scholar's robe, as gentle as jade, while the woman is wearing a light yellow skirt, cute and cute.

The two of them were like a couple coming out of a painting.

Many people who have never seen Chu Yang's appearance thought that the legendary "Demon Lord" would have a sinister face and a fierce look.

When the real owner arrived, this group of people was not as tense as before, and behaved like rabbits.

The crowd naturally divided a path for the carriage.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the steps of the Main Hall.

"What should I say? It doesn't take much effort to get through the iron shoes and find nowhere?"

Chu Yang, who was sitting on the shaft of the car, looked around and saw many familiar faces.

Yue Buqun and other leaders had stiff expressions.

"Amitabha... today we invite Almsgiver Chu to come. This temple hopes to turn conflicts into friendship."

Abbot Xuanci stepped out from the crowd, walked down the stairs, walked slowly, walked to the front of the carriage, and looked directly at Chu Yang.

"Monk, you are wrong. Whether the war can be turned into friendship is not up to me, and I am not the one who suffers."

Chu Yang looked at him with a half-smile.

"Well, then, please ask, Donor Chu, if you can ask that disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect to come forward and talk to you and give you a chance for reconciliation?"

Abbot Xuanci Gujing Wubo stared at the carriage.

Huang Rong raised her eyebrows and wrinkled her nose, "Humph! Old monk, who wants to negotiate peace with you? If you don't want to settle things once and for all, I won't even come to Shaoshi Mountain if you invite me!"

Whether it was Huang Rong or Chu Yang, their words were filled with the intention to catch all the people in Shaoshi Mountain, which made many people feel uneasy and began to whisper.

Abbot Xuanci also found it difficult. He originally thought that no matter how arrogant Mr. Chu was, he would be a little more restrained when he saw so many fellow martial artists.

Who knew that the other party's arrogance was far beyond his imagination.

“Haven’t Benefactor Chu done enough to exterminate the family?”

"Old monk, why don't you ask them why they are not satisfied with stealing the secret book and insist on embarrassing the women and children of the Tomb Sect?"

Abbot Xuanci was speechless and could only look at Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang behind him with helpless eyes.

Zhang Sanfeng took the lead and walked forward, laughing and saying, "I haven't seen you for many days, but my demeanor remains the same."

Chu Yang smiled and nodded, "Zhenzhen Zhang seems to have made a breakthrough, which is gratifying."

Zhang Sanfeng rolled up his Taoist robe, bowed his head and saluted, "I have to thank Taoist friend Chu for the discussion that day, so that I can make further progress."

Chu Yang waved his hand, "Master Zhang, don't say any polite words. If you want to stop me today, then show your true skills and don't make ugly remarks. I won't be merciful this time."

Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "The old Taoist believes that he is no match for Taoist friend Chu. Even if Taoist friend Feng helps, the result will be similar. It's just that as a monk, the old Taoist still hopes that the Taoist friend can commit fewer crimes."

Feng Qingyang echoed: "Little friend Chu, Master Zhang and I do not intend to be enemies with you. We just hope that you can find another way to resolve the hatred between the two parties."

"I am not the master of suffering, and it is not my turn to resolve the hatred with anyone, but for the sake of both of you, I can let Mochou come out."

Chu Yang jumped off the carriage and walked to the two of them.

Of these two old men, one provided Chu Yang with Tai Chi, and the other provided Chu Yang with Dugu Nine Swords, which was not a big favor.

Huang Rong got into the carriage, and after a while, she appeared in front of everyone with Li Mochou.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief and felt that as long as people were willing to come forward, peace talks would be possible.

"Amitabha~~~"

Abbot Xuanci looked at Li Mochou with a look of compassion in his eyes, "This benefactor, I deeply regret the disaster that has happened to your sect. However, most of the culprits have been killed, and only a few small disciples are left." Pai, can the girl show mercy and spare their lives? "

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda..."

Li Mochou gritted her teeth and glanced fiercely at the heads behind Yue Buqun. Just seeing their faces, nightmare memories came flooding back.

Grandma Sun’s tragic death.

Xiao Longnu was forcibly mute.

Thinking of this, Li Mochou couldn't stop trembling, her eyes were scarlet, and she said coldly: "Spare their lives? What about me?! I knelt on the ground that day and begged, but Granny Sun still died. I His face is still ruined, and Long Er is still mute..."

"Old monk, tell me, who spared us?!"

Li Mochou's shrill voice echoed on Shaoshi Mountain, like an evil ghost coming from the depths of the Netherworld. The deep-seated hatred made those who heard it tremble.

Abbot Xuanci hesitated to speak, unable to look directly into Li Mochou's hateful eyes. He could only close his eyes with a compassionate expression.

"Little girl! Don't be impulsive. Everything you want can be discussed!"

"Hero Li Mochou, you don't remember the faults of villains, please let us live!"

"Yes, yes, Miss Li, just ask if you want anything, and we will definitely find a way to get it for you!"

Begging for mercy kept coming, and some leaders even knelt down on the ground and kowtowed frantically. They had just heard Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang's words and no longer had any hope in their hearts.

Li Mochou sneered, "What I want has not changed from the beginning to the end, which is your heads."

The faces of those leaders who begged for mercy were ashen.

"It seems that you can't convince the sufferer, that would be a pity..."

Chu Yang shrugged helplessly, turned to Li Mochou and asked, "Let's identify them and see which ones they are. Don't be embarrassed if you kill the wrong ones."

Li Mochou stretched out her finger and pointed at a few people in the main hall. When she pointed, the people around them quickly pushed away, leaving a vacuum.

"There really isn't much left." Chu Yang smiled with satisfaction.

Once the matter is over, he can go home and have a good rest.

Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang smiled bitterly.

"That's all, that's all. Every injustice has its own owner, and every debt has its own owner. It's your own fault that you can't live without."

Zhang Sanfeng flicked the fly whisk, shook his head helplessly, and led the Wudang disciples to prepare to go down the mountain. Before leaving, he cupped his hands and said to Chu Yang: "This matter has nothing to do with Shaolin. I hope fellow Taoists can be merciful."

Chu Yang smiled and said, "That depends on whether Abbot Xuanci is a person with general knowledge."

Feng Qingyang also led the Huashan faction to prepare to go down the mountain. Yue Buqun, who screamed the most fiercely at first, lowered his head and did not dare to look at Chu Yang.

"The traitor Xian Yutong has been killed by my little friend, and the grudges between the two parties have been settled. I hope that my little friend will keep his promise and don't come to trouble my Huashan sect in the future."

As if he was afraid of embarrassment, Feng Qingyang used the sound transmission method and his tone was very kind.

Chu Yang nodded.

But just as the two old men were leaving with the disciples of their respective sects, wild laughter suddenly sounded from the roof of the Main Hall.

"Heroes from all over the world gathered here, but they were shocked by a demon Xiaoxiao. Be it Zhang Sanfeng or Feng Qingyang, they are all people who are seeking fame and reputation!"

"If you don't want to die, then join me in encircling and suppressing this devil!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure wearing a gray robe fell in front of Chu Yang. The person's face was covered and his appearance could not be seen clearly. His temples were gray and he looked a certain age.

His index finger stabbed Chu Yang's throat with force, as fast as wind and thunder.

Cheng Yaojin came out halfway, which was unexpected by everyone.

Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang both gave in. Whose general is this, so brave?

Chu Yang was also a little confused.

The man in front of him used one of Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, the Flower Finger, but the man with his white hair was obviously not a monk.

His finger strength is fast and his skills are quite deep. He is at least the first-level eminent monk in the Shaolin Temple.

Chu Yang frowned and struck back with his palm.

The palm of his hand blocked the fingers of the old man in gray robe, and then his five fingers stood upright and turned into a "claw" shape, clasping the fingers of the old man in gray robe.

The old man in gray robe wanted to pull away, but found that his fingers were tightly held tightly and he could not break free.

There was a crisp sound.

The two fingers of the old man in gray robe were broken.

This man was also a ruthless person. Not only did his finger not make any sound when it was broken, he actually used it to break free from Chu Yang's control.

However, after suffering the loss, the old man looked at Chu Yang with more and more resentment.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Abbot Xuanci looked at the back of the gray-robed old man and felt familiar.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that today we should work together to eliminate the devil and defend the law, and we can't let this devil run rampant anymore!"

The old man in gray robe avoided talking about his identity.

"The person who hides his head and shows his tail!"

Zhang Sanfeng stood on the long steps of Shaoshi Mountain, looking coldly at the mysterious gray-robed old man.

"Wudang Mountain and Shaolin are both known as Mount Taishan and Beidou in the martial arts world. They are respected by fellow martial artists in the Three Kingdoms. You, Zhang Sanfeng, are the leader of martial arts in the world. Now the demons are rampant, but you sit back and watch these masters die!"

The old man in gray robe kept sneering, and many people nodded silently in agreement after hearing what he said.

They originally placed their hopes on Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang, hoping that the two of them could defeat Chu Yang together, but they were disappointed.

The discussion became louder and louder, and there was even a sense of anger.

Zhang Sanfeng saw their expressions in his eyes, and suddenly felt inexplicably depressed.

Unless these people were allowed to witness Chu Yang's horror with their own eyes, they would not be able to understand why they tried so hard to avoid fighting.

Feng Qingyang was originally tired of the entanglements and stupidity of the world, and then chose to withdraw from the world. These people successfully aroused his anger.

He felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

He was looking forward to Chu Yang's expression of butchering their heads.

Feng Qingyang's mouth corners slightly raised.

After the gray-robed old man finished scolding, Zhang and Feng also became the target of public criticism. Suddenly, a young man in gorgeous clothes came out from the crowd. He was handsome and dignified.

"I am Gusu Murongfu. I heard what the senior said just now and felt indignant in my heart. That's why I couldn't help but speak out!"

Murongfu bowed to the people around him: "This senior is right. Our martial arts are not as good as this demon. We should unite as one. Only in this way can we eliminate the demon and defend the way."

"I want to see how powerful the demon that even Master Zhang dare not fight against is!"

The gray-robed old man laughed loudly and looked around, "Everyone, just stand by and watch. After I die in battle with this young master Murong, you can consider whether to fight this demon or kowtow to him."

The two men's actions were extremely heroic in the eyes of others. Many people were ready to join them.

Chu Yang had been observing the gray-robed old man until Murong Fu appeared and stood with him. He suddenly thought of his true identity.

"Murong Bo, you old bastard are quite good at taking advantage of loopholes."

"You made up a false intelligence to fool Abbot Xuanci and a group of people to kill Qiao Feng's parents and family. Now you are here to encourage these fools to be my enemy. Tsk, tsk, it's a pity that you don't do pyramid selling."

Chu Yang shook his head and laughed.

As soon as these words came out.

Abbot Xuanci and the gray-robed old man's faces suddenly changed.

Murong Fu was stunned.

Many people who knew about this old story also had very interesting expressions.

"Murong Bo? This name sounds a bit familiar..."

Zhang Sanfeng twisted his beard and fell into deep thought.

Song Yuanqiao knew this person. He was not much different in age from the other party. When Murong Bo was famous in the world, he had been training at the foot of the mountain for several years and was deeply impressed.

And he had also heard some rumors about the past events at Yannan Pass.

Song Yuanqiao walked to Zhang Sanfeng and whispered a few words, and the latter showed a look of understanding.

On the other side, Abbot Xuanci stared at Murong Bo, and even completely ignored Chu Yang's existence. The biggest regret of his life was the Yanmen Pass tragedy.

When Murong Bo faked his death, he put all the blame on himself, but now Murong Bo is alive and standing in front of him, which is enough to prove that what happened back then was a complete conspiracy!

"Sir, are you really the old donor Murong Bo?"

Abbot Xuanci took a deep breath.

Murong Bo ignored Abbot Xuanci, frowned and looked at Chu Yang, wondering how this kid saw through my identity?

"Who the hell is your Excellency?!"

As the saying goes, the King Kong is angry and the Bodhisattva is lowering his eyebrows. Abbot Xuanci has been chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha for many years, but he still has a little anger.

After hiding for a lifetime, his identity was exposed now. Murong Bo was too lazy to continue pretending, and directly tore off the mask on his face, revealing his true face.

When Murong Fu saw the other person's appearance, his body shook, and he shouted excitedly: "Dad! It's really you!"

Murong Bo laughed and hugged Murong Fu.

"Tsk tsk, it's really a loving father and a filial son. By the way, where did the other father and son go?" Chu Yang looked around with interest. The battle between the two fathers and sons was much more interesting than the martial arts conference. It felt like watching a holographic TV series. "I was suspicious about the Yanmen Pass incident, but Mr. Murong died without any evidence, and I had no other choice. Now that Mr. Murong is alive and well, it seems that we don't even need to confront each other, right?" Abbot Xuanci clenched the Zen stick in his hand. "That's right! It was me who deliberately led you to ambush the Liao family with martial arts masters." "Why?" "Haha, if you and Song Liao continue to be friendly, when will my Great Yan Kingdom take the opportunity to rise and restore the country?" Murong Bo's eyes were bloodshot, and his tone and expression gradually became crazy. Restoring Great Yan was his obsession and his inner demon. Abbot Xuanci wanted to ask again, but the crowd burst into exclamations at this time, and a seven-foot-tall man walked out slowly. "It's Qiao Feng!!!"

Murong Bo's expression was stern.

The real culprit has arrived.

Murong Fu licked his lips, a little nervous, and subconsciously drew his sword.

The sworn enemy was right in front of him, but Xiao Feng didn't even look at them. Instead, he walked straight to Chu Yang, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the ground.

"Xiao heard that Mr. Chu was here, and was afraid that Mr. Chu would be attacked by a group of villains, so he came to help. I didn't expect to receive another favor from Mr. Chu. This time I really can't repay him."

Everyone was shocked.

Screams came one after another.

Qiao Feng, the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, was actually the thug of that devil?

Chu Yang thought that Xiao Feng came back to join in the fun, but he didn't expect that the other party was here to help him.

"How is Miss Azhu these days?"

"Thanks to Mr. Chu, Azhu is doing well. She will go to the frontier with me in a few days."

"Don't set this flag. It's unlucky."

Xiao Feng: "???"

Abbot Xuanci, who was confronting Murong Bo, showed a guilty expression on his face after seeing Xiao Feng, and lowered his head to chant a Buddhist name.

"The Khitan lackeys and the devil are really in cahoots!"

"Everyone, compared to these two people, my Xianbei tribe should not be considered a threat, right?"

"If we don't get rid of them today, let alone anything else, how many sects can leave Shaoshi Mountain?"

Murong Bo is still inciting all those who are hostile to Chu Yang and Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng's idea of ​​helping Chu Yang was good, but he didn't realize that he was also a collection of hatred.

Just by standing together, the two of them offended almost all the sects in the Three Kingdoms.

There were more and more calls for response. Murong Bo showed a satisfied smile, walked to Abbot Xuanci and whispered: "Abbott, please put the overall situation first."

Abbot Xuanci's eyes were complicated and he remained silent.

Xiao Feng stood in front of Chu Yang, with energy flowing throughout his body, ready for a fight to the death.

The two sides are at war with each other and are on the verge of breaking out.

"Brother!"

A young man wearing a robe and looking like a nobleman struggled to squeeze through the crowd and stumbled to Xiao Feng's side.

Xiao Feng shouted in surprise: "Second brother?!"

Duan Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "Big brother, don't panic, my little brother is here to help big brother!"

The two exchanged pleasantries, and a few more people walked out of the crowd.

The elegant person at the front is Duan Zhengchun, the South King of Dali Town, and the remaining people are his retainers.

Xiao Feng and Duan Zhengchun looked at each other with a little embarrassment on their faces.

Duan Zhengchun already knew that A'Zhu was his daughter, and Xiao Feng would most likely become his son-in-law.

Because of A'Zhu, Xiao Feng didn't want Duan Yu and Duan Zhengchun to be implicated by him, so he advised: "Second brother, it's better not to get involved in today's matter. Go back with Prince Duan as soon as possible."

Duan Yu was anxious.

Duan Zhengchun reached out to hold Duan Yu and shook his head with a stern face. The current situation was indeed not something that the Duan family could participate in.

In such a tense situation, Chu Yang yawned, walked lazily to Xiao Feng, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't get involved, just go with them."

Xiao Feng was stunned.

He just said this to Duan Yu.

"Don't embarrass Prince Duan. A'Zhu is his daughter after all. It's unlikely that he will just sit back and watch. If anything happens, A'Zhu will be the one who is sad."

"and……"

"To put it bluntly, even if everyone standing here is my enemy, to me, they are nothing more than chickens and dogs, vulnerable to a single blow."

Strong self-confidence instantly infected Xiao Feng. He took a deep breath, clasped his fists and took a few steps back. Instead of leaving directly, he stood beside the carriage like a guard.

This is the biggest concession Xiao Feng can make. He doesn't have to interfere, but he must do something to repay the kindness.

Helping Chu Yang take care of Huang Rong and Li Mochou on the carriage is the best choice.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Are you waiting for me to kill you all one by one?"

Chu Yang sneered and waved to Murong Bo and his son, paused, and then made the same movements in all directions.

The uproar was deafening.

Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang looked solemn, and they felt the killing intent in Chu Yang.

Murong Bo's eyes flashed with excitement. If he led the heroes to kill Chu Yang and Xiao Feng today, the reputation of his father and son would reach an admirable level.

With this reputation, Dayan is expected to recover!

"Everyone, follow me and kill!"

Murong Bo looked up to the sky and roared, turning into a gray shadow and attacking Chu Yang. He decided to fight to the death and leave the results to Murong Fu to inherit!

There was a huge crowd.

Those sect leaders who knew they would die followed closely behind and followed Murong Bo towards Chu Yang. Their respective disciples also rushed forward with red eyes.

Two of Murong Bo's fingers were destroyed by Chu Yang. He had no choice but to use Skanda Palm to fight against the enemy. Chu Yang did not dodge and allowed him to slap him with both palms.

Boom, boom, boom.

A dull sound rang out, and Murong Bo felt as if his palms were slapping against the copperware, which was extremely hard. The force of the shock made his finger bones and arms feel as painful as if they were broken.

"I thought I could see interesting scenes, but I didn't expect you to be so boring in the end."

Murong Bo raised his head and saw the cold eyes of his opponent Chu Yang, and his heart skipped a beat.

He turned around to leave, but there was a terrifying suction force behind him.

Chu Yang pinched his neck.

The shadow of death came to his mind, and Murong Bo could no longer remain calm. He shouted for help and grabbed his hands in the air.

"No! Don't!"

Click.

Murong Bo's body suddenly stiffened, and then his arms fell limply.

When Murong Fu saw this, his eyes were filled with tears, "Dad!!!"

But in the blink of an eye, Murong Bo, who had been so arrogant just now, was now dead, frightening the leaders to their feet.

"Stop now, you will still die."

Chu Yang smiled very kindly, like the big brother next door.

One sentence suppressed their brief recovery of sanity again, their eyes were bloodshot, and they smelled like desperadoes.

They went on and on.

More and more people are dying.

There were corpses piled at Chu Yang's feet.

"If you like to call me devil so much, you must do something worthy of this title."

Chu Yang said truthfully while killing people.

At the end of the fight, no one dared to come forward. In front of the main hall, corpses lay everywhere and blood flowed like a river.

I don't know whose weapon fell to the ground.

A banging sound woke everyone up.

The remaining sect leaders and disciples dropped their weapons one after another, fell to the ground tremblingly, and kept kneeling to Chu Yang.

Chu Yang looked at them indifferently, "Aren't you going to eliminate demons and defend the Tao?"

They did not dare to answer and kept kowtowing. Some of them did not dare to stop even though their heads were covered with blood.

Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes in pain. He tried his best to prevent this scene from happening, but the result was backfired.

Feng Qingyang sighed, turned and left.

Yue Buqun followed him in shock.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, the Huashan Sect is just like this group of people...

Linghu Chong held the fainted junior sister and walked slowly, feeling a little lost.

The scene of Chu Yang's murder kept replaying in his mind. He originally wanted to stop it, but was held tightly by Feng Qingyang, unable to move.

Even if he rushes forward, he will still die, right?

What is the use of practicing swordsmanship?

The more Linghu Chong thought about it, the sadder he became, his expression sometimes ferocious and sometimes painful.

Chu Yang stepped on a pool of blood and returned to the carriage, looking at Li Mochou and Xiao Longnu who was sleeping in her arms.

"From today on, all the grudges and grudges between you and this world will be wiped out."

Li Mochou had already burst into tears and nodded vigorously.

In front of the main hall, blood flowed like a river.

Looking at the corpses everywhere, Abbot Xuanci's face was ashen, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

After this battle, the reputation of Shaolin Temple will forever be bound to Chu Yang.

Zhang Sanfeng looked sad and silently recited the Taoist Sutra of Rebirth.

"You will not live if you do your own evil."

Feng Qingyang listened to the scriptures and said calmly.

Chu Yang walked out of the sea of ​​​​blood from the mountain of corpses, and his azure robes were not stained by any blood.

He walked to Abbot Xuanci and looked at him indifferently, "Although Shaolin did not take action, as the host, you also have responsibilities."

Abbot Xuanci smiled miserably and said: "As the leader, can I die alone?"

Chu Yang shook his head and pointed at Xiao Feng beside the carriage, "Your life belongs to him."

Xiao Feng walked up to Abbot Xuanci, his cold eyes filled with murderous intent. Murong Bo, the mastermind behind the scenes, had been killed by Chu Yang. If he wanted revenge, he could only seek revenge from Abbot Xuanci, who had a high status in the martial arts world.

"Amitabha, all the mistakes are my fault alone. I hope Master Xiao can let the other monks of Shaolin Temple go. Don't forget that your master Xuan Ku is also a disciple of Shaolin..."

Thinking of his former mentor, the murderous aura in Xiao Feng suddenly weakened.

"Death to the old thief!"

Xiao Feng was still hesitating when a black figure descended from the sky and landed in front of Abbot Xuanci, directly crushing his heart with the power of his palm.

Abbot Xuanci vomited blood, clutched his chest and fell to the ground. A string of rosary beads fell from his body and fell to pieces.

The man in black glanced at Xiao Feng and used Qinggong to escape from the scene.

Xiao Feng recovered from the shock, quickly caught up with the man in black, and disappeared together.

"With Xiao Feng's character, it is very likely that he will not kill you. Xiao Yuanshan only shows up suddenly because he knows this."

Chu Yang knelt down, picked up a rosary, and placed it in Abbot Xuanci's hand.

Hearing the name "Xiao Yuanshan", Abbot Xuanci's eyes suddenly burst into inexplicable light, and he breathed quickly, "I see, that's it, evil will be punished..."

The moment Abbot Xuanci fell, many monks rushed out of the main hall. Some called them abbot, some called them senior brothers, and some called them masters and uncles.

Chu Yang stepped back a few steps, gave up his position to the group of monks, and stepped forward while they were crying and shouting.

He is going to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Almsgiver Chu, I deserve it for my crime. Can you please spare the other monks in Shaolin Temple?"

Abbot Xuanci seemed to be having a flashback, and his voice became very loud.

Chu Yang nodded and continued moving forward.

"Xiao Chu, wait for me!"

When Huang Rong saw Chu Yang about to enter, she quickly jumped off the carriage and walked a few steps as if she was a little worried. She turned around and smiled sweetly at Zhang Sanfeng: "Grandpa Taoist, please help take care of Mochou and Long'er. Xiao Chu and I will go there." "Back."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled bitterly and said, "Girl, who else on Shaoshi Mountain dares to provoke Fellow Daoist Chu?"

Huang Rong looked left and right. Everyone around her looked frightened and uneasy. No one even dared to look at her.

A bunch of scared people really have nothing to worry about.

After Huang Rong passed through the Main Hall, he walked through several corridors, passed several halls, and stopped in a quaint attic.

Right in front of her, Chu Yang was talking to an old monk sweeping the floor.

The old monk had snow-white eyebrows and beard, and looked very old. His hands holding the broom were covered with wrinkles, just like the bark of an old tree.

But those piercing eyes impressed Huang Rong deeply.

"The donor is very murderous. It's a good time to go to the Sutra Pavilion and read some Buddhist scriptures to eliminate the murderous spirit."

The sweeping monk put his hands together.

"Why didn't you stop me just now? With Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang, you might be able to capture me?"

Chu Yang looked at him with a half-smile.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

The sweeper shook his head.

"Oh, why?"

Chu Yang was suddenly curious.

"I am stupid. I have been enlightened in the Sutra Pavilion for decades, and I have mastered almost all Buddhist martial arts. Only then can I understand a little bit of cultivation. I can't compare with Mr. Chu."

The sweeping monk paused for a moment and sighed: "Not as good as Taoist Zhang from Wudang Mountain."

Chu Yang laughed loudly, "I thought you also wanted to cross me, just like you did to Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo."

The sweeping monk was shocked.

"Since you won't stop me, I'll go in." After saying that, Chu Yang turned around and waved to Huang Rong, gesturing for her to go in with him.

Huang Rong suddenly beamed with joy, jumping like a little squirrel and following Chu Yang.

"Mr. Chu is already a god-like figure, why do you still obsessed with mortal martial arts?"

The sweeping monk was confused. He couldn't guess what Chu Yang was thinking.

"Because it's fun."

Chu Yang gave a reason that made him even more confused, and walked into the Sutra Library under the blank eyes of the sweeping monk.

One and a half months later.

The carriage returned to the familiar small town of Southern Song Dynasty.

Pushing open the door and looking at the courtyard filled with sunshine, Chu Yang felt as if he was in another world.

Originally, he just wanted to get a copy of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", but he accidentally became a world-famous demon.

Putting down the luggage, Chu Yang, Li Mochou, and Huang Rong, the three of them began to clean the previously vacant room, which would be where Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu would live in the future.

Cleaning was not difficult, just a little dust, and there were traces of someone cleaning the yard outside.

As long as the children of the nearby families went to school in Chu Yang's private school, everyone would spontaneously help Chu Yang do some small things, such as cleaning, and Chu Yang never locked the door.

Even thieves would not come to Chu Yang's house to steal things.

First, there was really nothing to steal at home. Second, Chu Yang was a well-known good man in the area. He was also a teacher. Thieves these days also pay attention to the code of conduct.

After sorting everything out, it was getting dark. It was too late to cook. Everyone was too tired to move, so Chu Yang took them to the restaurant they often went to.

Huang Rong was very happy. It was the place where she and Chu Yang met for the first time. It had a special meaning.

The scar on Li Mochou's face was almost healed. There was still a little trace. When she walked on the road and faced the sight of passers-by, she could face it calmly.

Xiaolongnu, hiding in Li Mochou's arms, secretly looked at the world.

In the lobby of the restaurant, the storyteller was sweating profusely. Chu Yang and others came closer to listen, and their faces looked a little weird.

"As you all know, recently a number one demon has appeared in the martial arts world. No one knows his real name, and they only call him 'Mr. Chu'!"

"Speaking of this Mr. Chu, he is incredible! Even the hundreds-year-old immortal Zhang on Mount Wudang was defeated by him!"

"Not long ago, he was defeated in Mount Shaoshi..."

The storyteller did not drop the gavel in his hand for a long time, and he spoke a long paragraph in one breath. The diners listened attentively, and their chopsticks did not fall.

Until...

The waiter who came out of the kitchen saw Chu Yang and his group and shouted with a smile.

"Oh, you are back!"

"Mr. Chu!"

The storyteller's voice stopped abruptly!

The gavel in his hand fell heavily to the ground!

The diners turned back in horror!

Chu Yang smiled.

"Yeah."

"I'm back."