Reborn as Murong Fu: This Time I'm the Protagonist

Chapter 522

The shopkeeper bowed and scraped as he served the various heroes, and soon the dishes were scattered everywhere, and there was a great commotion.

Xuan Ci raised a bowl of water and said, “You are all good men of the Han land of my Great Song Dynasty. I am a layman and cannot drink alcohol, so I will use tea instead. Please join me in drinking this bowl to the brim, and then we will set off to face the national crisis together, without regret even if it means death.”

Xuan Ci's words ignited everyone's passion, and everyone tilted their heads back and finished their drinks in one gulp. Then, a series of smashing bowls echoed, and the ground was instantly covered with broken porcelain shards.

Xuan Ci waved his hand and said, "Let's go!" The twenty people behind him filed out in single file.

The shop owner had been busy all day without saying a word, and now he had to clean up the mess. Although he was resentful, he dared not vent his anger. He ordered his two employees to clean up the mess, and thinking about this made him furious. He couldn't help but feel a surge of malice.

"You two pack up, I'll go to the back and deal with the cargo!"

The shopkeeper, furious, went straight to the backyard and was stunned by what he saw.

All that could be seen on the ground where Xiao Feng had been lying was now a pile of broken ropes; there was no sign of him anywhere.
The shopkeeper thought to himself, "This is bad!" and was about to call for help when his neck was grabbed and he was lifted up like a chick. A voice colder than the autumn wind in the north rang in his ears: "Do you want to live or die?"

The shopkeeper was terrified. The look he made in the eyes of the old man felt like being stared at by a pack of wolves in the wilderness, as if he were about to be torn to pieces. The immense fear overwhelmed him instantly. He wanted to beg for mercy, but his neck was being choked, and he couldn't make a sound. He could only desperately plead with his eyes.

Xiao Feng sneered, "I ask, you answer. If it's yes, blink once; if it's no, blink twice. If you dare to lie, I'll snap your neck right now."

The shopkeeper blinked in alarm, too afraid to speak.

Xiao Feng asked, "Did Xuanci and the others go to the Chaotic Stone Valley outside Yanmen Pass to ambush someone?"

The shopkeeper quickly blinked.

Xiao Feng continued, "Is the current reign title of the Song Dynasty Yuanyou?"

A hint of doubt flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes. When he met Xiao Feng's fierce gaze, he quickly blinked twice.

Xiao Feng was shocked. A hypothesis that he had vaguely guessed before but never dared to believe was confirmed in his mind: for some reason, he was now in the scene of the Yanmen Pass incident thirty years ago, and Xuan Ci and others were on their way to the pile of rocks outside Yanmen Pass to commit violence.

Although I don't know why I am now an old man with white hair, now that I have come here, I should prevent all this tragedy from happening.

A fierce glint flashed in Xiao Feng's eyes: "You scoundrel, you run a black market inn and have secretly killed countless innocent people. Now that you've fallen into my hands, I will not spare you!" With that, he exerted a little force and killed the innkeeper.

Xiao Feng walked to the front of the shop and killed the two shop assistants with a single palm strike. He then left the shop and strode towards the direction of the Chaotic Stone Valley outside Yanmen Pass, which he remembered from his past life. Xiao Feng was very fast. He used his lightness skill, and the wind whistled past his ears. For some reason, at this moment, only his face looked old, but his body felt no abnormality, and his martial arts were not affected in the slightest.

However, Xiao Feng had only been to the pile of rocks once before and did not know that there was a shortcut to it. Moreover, these people were all acting in secrecy. By the time Xiao Feng arrived at the pile of rocks, a group of Central Plains experts had already taken their positions and were lying in ambush in the shadows.

The night was quiet, and Xiao Feng was anxious. He didn't know the specifics of what happened back then, but he had only heard Master Zhiguang give a general description of the process.

Xiao Feng's martial arts skills were far superior to these people, so he hid in the shadows without being discovered.

He pondered how to clear up the misunderstanding without harming the heroes of the Central Plains, and how to save his parents.
"I've got it! Come to think of it, these so-called masters from the Central Plains aren't that skilled in martial arts. I'll explain the truth to them first. If they don't listen, I can just use the Dragon-Capturing Skill and acupoint striking techniques to defeat them all right here. Right, with my current martial arts skills and knowing the truth, I can use my supernatural abilities to persuade these deceived masters from the Central Plains. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

After thinking for a while, Xiao Feng felt that, at present, this method of using force to overcome all laws was the most advisable and the safest.

So Xiao Feng stopped hiding and stepped out from the shadows, swaggering into the middle of the road. Under the moonlight, a burly, silver-haired old man with a hunched back walked alone in the darkness. This eerie scene, witnessed by the twenty-one Central Plains masters high above, sent chills down their spines, even though each of them possessed extraordinary skills.

Xiao Feng laughed heartily: "A bunch of cowardly rats, hiding here in the middle of the night, sneaking around like ghosts, hiding their heads and tails. Now that you've been discovered, why don't you come out quickly? Do you want this old man to deal with you personally?"

Xuan Ci exchanged a glance with a beggar next to him, both seeing shock in each other's eyes: How did this old man, who appeared out of nowhere, discover their whereabouts?

Xuan Ci calmed himself down and decided not to act rashly, but to see what the old man would say next.

Xiao Feng then spoke loudly again: "Everyone, I know you are here to stop a group of Liao warriors from heading south to steal the Shaolin Temple's martial arts manuals. But I'm here to tell you, you've been deceived. This is false information. There are no Liao warriors planning to head south from here to steal the Shaolin Temple's manuals. Before things escalate into something terrible, leave quickly, lest you make a mistake that you'll regret forever!"

Xuan Ci was deeply shaken, his expression immediately darkening. He exchanged a glance with the beggar beside him, deciding to first probe the other party's true strength. The old man's words conveyed at least two pieces of information: First, the other party was highly skilled in martial arts and not afraid of the assembled experts. Second, the information had been leaked.

Xuan Ci and the beggar flashed out of their hiding place and walked steadily to Xiao Feng.

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk's Dharma name is Xuanci. This is Chief Wang of the Beggars' Clan. What brings you here so late at night, sir?"

Xuan Ci chanted Buddhist mantras and introduced Wang Jiantong, who was standing next to him.

Xiao Feng said, "So you are a esteemed disciple of the Shaolin Sect. My surname is Qiao, and I am a recluse from the mountains. I have come here today not to make things difficult for you heroes, but to inform you of a shocking injustice. Please trust me and heed my advice: leave quickly to avoid making a grave mistake."

Xuan Ci asked curiously, "What do you mean by that, sir?"

Xiao Feng asked, "May I ask Master Xuanci, have you received any news that Liao warriors are planning to cross Yanmen Pass to the south and seize Shaolin martial arts manuals?"