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Chapter 270 Martial Arts Tournament: Where Did Dad Go?
After exchanging pleasantries, Xuan Ci personally led the way, welcoming Roger and his party into the Shaolin Temple.

I stayed at the temple for a few days.

Other martial arts factions gradually gathered at Mount Song.

The martial arts tournament is about to begin.

It not only has the six major sects, but also the other four sects of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, the Beggars' Sect, the Quanzhen Sect, and so on.

Even the Duan family of Dali, who lived in a remote corner of the country, came.

The person who came from the Duan family was Prince Duan.

Prince Duan only brought Ruan Xingzhu and A Zhu with him, clearly to reunite the mother and daughter, and the sisters.

As soon as they arrived at Shaolin Temple, Duan Zhengchun came to visit.

Roger greeted him with a smile as he entered, saying, "Father-in-law, you must be tired from your journey."

Upon seeing Roger, Duan Zhengchun's face immediately lit up with a smile, and his tone became friendly:
"My dear son-in-law, you've really accomplished a lot lately, and your reputation in the martial arts world is quite impressive!"

Roger smiled modestly: "It's nothing serious, nothing compared to my father-in-law's reputation."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun stroked his beard smugly, preparing to continue his boasting.

But Ruan Xingzhu chuckled softly, her tone carrying a deeper meaning:

"Duan Lang's reputation is certainly great, but unfortunately it's probably just a bunch of romantic escapades."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun knew that they were about to dredge up old grievances again.

So he quickly smiled apologetically and said, "Madam has misunderstood."

Ruan Xingzhu snorted coldly: "Is that so? Then what business did you go to Suzhou to take care of before you came to see me?"

Just then, Azi walked in, looking puzzled, and asked, "Brother-in-law, why did you call me here?"

The moment Ruan Xingzhu saw Azi, her eyes softened instantly.

She rushed forward and hugged Azi tightly, tears welling up in her eyes:

"Azi, you are my daughter, Azi!"

Azi was a little stunned by this sudden outpouring of affection from her family:

"Uh, Mother?"

Ruan Xingzhu held her tightly, her voice choked with emotion:

"It's Mother, I've finally found you."

At this moment, Azhu also stepped forward and gently took her younger sister Azi's hand, her eyes full of concern:
"Azi, how have you been all these years?"

Azi was a little confused when she saw her older sister who had suddenly appeared:

"I'm okay."

He became an apprentice under an old man named Ding Chunqiu.

Duan Zhengchun wiped his sweat from the side and said, "That's great, the family of four is finally reunited."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Xingzhu couldn't help but glare at him:
For her, it was indeed a family of four.

But this was not the case for Duan Zhengchun.

Just then, a young monk pushed open the door and entered, bowing his head meekly, and said:

"Esteemed benefactors, the martial arts tournament is about to begin. Please proceed to the main hall."

Roger nodded and smiled at Duan Zhengchun:
"Father-in-law, it's time for us to go to the martial arts tournament."

Duan Zhengchun stroked his beard, looking pleased: "Of course."

"My dear son-in-law is the star of the day."

Roger smiled faintly, his gaze falling on the young monk, his eyes carrying a meaningful look.

This person was Xu Zhu.

A novice monk who was originally just sweeping and cooking is about to be chosen by himself to become the protagonist of the family reunion ceremony.

The group followed the young monk Xuzhu to the square in front of the main hall of Shaolin Temple.

The scene was already filled with heroes and masters.

There's no need to elaborate on the leaders and elders of various martial arts sects.

Many of the older generation of masters also came.

Hong Qigong, one of the Five Greats, was happily munching on a chicken leg in a corner.

Feng Qingyang and Mu Renqing of the Huashan Sect sat on one side of the high platform, drinking tea and commenting on the younger generation of martial arts practitioners.

The legendary Zhang Sanfeng, a master of Wudang, was also present at the event, exuding an air of otherworldly grace and youthful vigor despite his white hair.

Once he sat down there, even Xuan Ci became a junior.

Even so, as the host, Xuan Ci remained the moderator of this conference. Xuan Ci coughed, held his prayer beads, and announced in a clear voice:

"This humble monk thanks all the heroes and valiant individuals for gathering here today at Mount Song to discuss important matters concerning the martial arts world."

Everyone applauded, creating a lively atmosphere.

Xuanci continued, "Although Shaolin is the host, this martial arts conference was actually initiated by Benefactor Luo."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the crowd: "We would like to invite Benefactor Luo to come up on stage and take charge of the situation."

Before the words were finished, a figure lightly leaped up from the crowd.

Roger flew directly onto the high platform, landed steadily, and remained calm and composed.

He surveyed the entire room, his tone relaxed:

"Now that everyone is here, let's get straight to the point."

"The first matter to be discussed at today's conference is how the martial arts world of the Central Plains should deal with the threats from the Khitan, Mongol Yuan, and Manchu Qing in the north."

Upon hearing this, Abbess Miejue was the first to stand up:

"Some time ago, our six major sects were captured by the Mongol Yuan dynasty. If it weren't for Hero Luo's rescue, we would probably have become prisoners of the Yuan court long ago."

"Now that the northern barbarians are plotting to seize the Central Plains, we must work together to drive out the barbarians."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Roger then changed the subject: "Since we're on the topic of the calamities in the north, we must talk about the Yanmen Pass massacre thirty years ago."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Xuan Ci's expression changed drastically, and alarm bells rang in his mind instantly.

isn't it?
What are you going to do?
Is this an attempt to dredge up old grievances?

He himself was the leader of the ambush at Yanmen Pass back then.

Upon hearing Roger's words, he naturally sensed that something was amiss.

Roger's gaze slowly swept across the crowd, finally landing on a young man with a blank expression.

That man was none other than Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

Roger smiled slightly: "This bloody incident is not only related to the grudges of the martial arts world, but also closely related to Chief Qiao."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar!

Qiao Feng frowned, looking at Roger with a face full of doubt:

"What do you mean by that, Master Luo?"

"Thirty years ago, I was just an infant in swaddling clothes. How could I possibly have any connection to this matter?"

Roger smiled, his tone calm:

"Yes, you were a baby then."

"But your father is the key figure in this case."

Qiao Feng was taken aback: "My father?"

"My father was a farmer at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain named Qiao Sanhuai. He never left his hometown. How could he be involved in the Yanmen Pass massacre?"

Roger looked at him: "Because you are not Qiao Sanhuai's son at all."

"Your real father is Xiao Yuanshan, the chief instructor of the personal guard of the Khitan Empress's Shanda tent."

"Back then, he returned to Yanmen Pass with his wife and children to visit his relatives, but they were ambushed and killed by twenty-one martial arts masters from the Central Plains."

"After his wife died tragically, Xiao Yuanshan jumped off a cliff to commit suicide, leaving behind only one son, who is you, Qiao Feng."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

Qiao Feng suddenly stood up, his fists clenched, his face filled with anger:
"Master Luo, are you saying I'm not Han Chinese? But a Khitan?"

“I, Qiao Feng, am a dignified and honorable man. How could I be a Khitan traitor?”

But before he could finish speaking, a weathered voice suddenly came from afar:

"good."

"Feng'er, you are my Khitan."

Everyone turned around in unison, only to see a figure in black robes flying towards them.

The next moment, he reached out and removed his mask, revealing a face that looked remarkably like Qiao Feng's.

It was Xiao Yuanshan.

(End of this chapter)