Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 220 Your Retribution is Fire

When Xuanci said he was not Xiao Yuanshan, all the monks were shocked.

The news that Xiao Feng was coming to Shaolin to seek revenge shocked the martial arts world. When the Shaolin monks learned of this, they couldn't help but inquire how they had offended him. As a result, the old story of Yanmen Pass was brought up again, and everyone in the temple knew that Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts were amazing.

Having witnessed Jiang Mingzhe's displayed abilities, the monks were initially shocked but also secretly felt it was to be expected. Therefore, upon hearing that it wasn't true, they were greatly surprised.

Where did this expert come from?

Elder Xu immediately shouted, "Master Xuanci, there's no need to ask any more questions. This must be a master sent by the Khitan traitors to meet Xiao Feng. Let's all work together to eliminate this person and show the Khitans the courage of the men of our Great Song Dynasty!"

The Beggars' Sect sent a proclamation to the martial arts world, saying that Xiao Feng was coming to attack Shaolin Temple with the cooperation of the Khitan forces. This statement, made now, perfectly matched the previous lie.

Many Shaolin monks were incited and shouted, "Attack! Attack!"

Jiang Mingzhe laughed loudly, his laughter like thunder, silencing the shouts of hundreds of people. Many monks who were about to rush out stopped in their tracks.

Then Jiang Mingzhe shouted loudly, "Old dog Xu, you and I are old friends, how can you say I'm a Khitan? A true man doesn't change his name or surname, you ask who I am? I am—"

He ripped off his mask, revealing a strikingly handsome face. Even with his thick eyebrows drawn like those of Crayon Shin-chan, he still managed to pull it off.

Just as he was about to reveal his name, he heard someone shout from outside the east wall: "Heavens!"

The voice carried an inner force, surging like a tide, clearly belonging to another peerless master.

Immediately afterwards, three people outside the west wall shouted in unison, "Down!"

The combined internal energy of these three was surprisingly high.

Jiang Mingzhe raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly, "Four!"

He then pulled Qiao Feng aside: "Brother, quickly say 'handsome'!"

Qiao Feng, whose talent was limited in these kinds of chaotic affairs, asked in confusion, "Huh?"

Then a man outside the mountain gate shouted impatiently, "Jun!"

This shout was also extremely powerful. Then the man laughed loudly, and a figure with a series of afterimages rushed in from outside the broken mountain gate. He suddenly stopped beside Jiang Mingzhe and Xiao Feng. He was handsome and had a gentle smile. It was none other than the third brother, Duan Yu.

Duan Yu took their hands and said affectionately, "Big brother, second brother! I'm here too! Big brother, I saw you weren't speaking and I was afraid you'd speak too slowly and not in sync, so I just spoke for you."

Xiao Feng asked curiously, "The Four Heroes of the World, what does that mean?"

Duan Yu enthusiastically introduced, "The Four Talents of the World are four people. The first one is the Tibetan National Preceptor, the most outstanding monk in the world, the Great Wheel King Kumārajīva!"

Then a voice from the east said with a laugh, "Young Master Duan is too kind. Hahaha, I have long heard that Shaolin has many masters. I have come uninvited, please do not be offended!"

There are hundreds of monks in Shaolin Temple. It's one thing to talk about other things here, but to call someone the most handsome monk is like someone who wields a big axe in front of Lu Ban's door or claims to be the most beautiful woman among a group of prostitutes.

All the monks looked eastward and saw a figure suddenly appear on the wall. He leaped down and then jumped again, arriving beside Jiang Mingzhe and the other two. He held a wild peach blossom in his hand and smiled slightly. It was truly a case of: "All worries can be forgotten, a smile with a flower can make mountains seem insignificant."

The Shaolin monks all frowned, thinking that the body is nothing but a smelly skin bag, so why is the skin bag of this foreign monk so exquisite?
Then Kumārajīva put his palms together and said to Xiao Feng, "Greetings, Benefactor Xiao. I became acquainted with your brothers after a fight, and now we are friends despite our age difference. They are standing up for you, and I have come to offer my humble assistance."

Xiao Feng quickly returned the greeting, saying, "Oh, thank you for your kindness, Imperial Preceptor!"

Duan Yu, standing beside him, added, "The third one is the most handsome prince in the world, the grandson of the King of Yan, Murong Fu of the South, who is as famous as you."

At this moment, a man from the west laughed loudly and said, "Your Highness is too kind. I am unworthy of such praise."

After saying this, three figures appeared on the west wall at the same time. The man in the middle, dressed in a long robe and wearing a sword, was elegant and said with a fist and palm in greeting from afar: "Brother Xiao, I have long admired your name and have been fortunate enough to meet you today! I am Murong Fu. I heard that the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin Temple are making things difficult for our friends, so I have come to lend you a hand."

Xiao Feng was overjoyed and returned the greeting with clasped hands, saying, "Brother Murong, although we have never met, we have long admired each other. After we have settled this matter, we should drink a few cups together." Gongye Qian, who was beside Murong Fu, was delighted and exclaimed, "Good! After beating the monk, let's drink to our hearts' content!"

The three of them jumped down calmly and walked over to join the team.

Duan Yu patted Jiang Mingzhe and said, "As for the fourth one, he is the most handsome man in the world, which is my second brother, Jiang Mingzhe."

Xiao Feng laughed and said, "Second brother's appearance is unparalleled, and that's no exaggeration. I know now, the second of the Four Handsome Men, could it be the most handsome young master in the world, my third brother?"

Duan Yu looked distressed and shook his head, sighing, "They don't include me in their games, and even if they did, how could I possibly rank ahead of Second Brother? You are the second of the Four Talents, the number one handsome beggar in the world."

Xiao Feng was taken aback, then burst into laughter, shaking his head repeatedly and saying, "It's alright if you don't count me. The Great Wheel King, Young Master Murong, and my third brother are all outstanding individuals. They are truly deserving of the title. If you add a rough fellow like me, the title of 'Hero' among the Four Heroes of the World will not hold up so well. Hahahaha."

He was a rough and boisterous man. After traveling for many days from Xingzilin to Shaolin Temple, he was no longer as resistant to his new identity as before. After asking Xuanci, he completely gave up hope and no longer held any illusions.

As the saying goes, "When you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up." When things reach their lowest point, they naturally turn around for the better. Since Xiao Feng had decided that his family was not Han Chinese, he simply let the matter drop. He was already happy to hear that his father was still alive, and he was even happier to see so many people willing to defy the martial arts world to help him.

He is a man of great loyalty and righteousness. The first joy is due to affection, and the second joy is due to righteousness. With both affection and righteousness fulfilled, he is doubly happy. Why would he care about anything else?

Elder Xu shouted, "I know! No wonder this kid surnamed Jiang appeared out of nowhere. It turns out he's a master secretly trained by the Liao people! Tibetan National Preceptor, Xianbei Murong, everyone, these barbarian dogs are determined to destroy our Great Song!"

After saying that, he tore off the cloth bag on his back, took out a firework about the length of an adult's thigh, lit it, held it in both hands, and with a bang, a red light shot straight into the sky, flying dozens of feet high, and then exploded with a whoosh, illuminating the night sky with endless red flames.

Jiang Mingzhe laughed, "A single arrow piercing the clouds brings forth a thousand armies! Old dog Xu, with your skills, you couldn't possibly create such beautiful fireworks. Did Xixia Yipintang give them to you?"

Elder Xu roared, "Bullshit!"

Jiang Mingzhe shouted, "Whoever farted knows best! I ask you, in the apricot grove that day, I killed most of the experts from the Western Xia First-Class Hall. What happened to the rest? My elder brother clearly made Elder Lü the acting leader. How did you usurp his power?"

Just as Elder Xu was about to speak, Xiao Feng stepped forward, his face ashen, and stared at the Beggar Clan members, shouting, "Elder Lü, Elder Bai, I want to hear what happened in the Apricot Grove!"

Lu Zhang and Bai Shijing exchanged a glance, both clenching their teeth and remaining silent.

Elder Xu shouted, "Xiao Feng, don't think we'll succumb to your tyranny..."

Before he could finish speaking, Elder Wu suddenly rushed out and shouted, "Chief, be careful! Our brothers in the Apricot Grove that day all took poison from the Western Xia people. If they don't listen to them, they'll be beyond saving..."

Before he could finish speaking, Elder Xu, Elder Lü Zhang, and Elder Chen attacked simultaneously. Elder Wu blocked two blows, but was struck heavily in the chest by Elder Xu. He used the force to leap back two zhang, spitting blood. He drew his sword and slashed wildly, shouting, "Fellow monks of Shaolin, the one I hate most in my life is the First-Class Hall. I endured humiliation to tell you this story. Master Xuanci, Chief Xiao has no intention of being your enemy. He has only come to inquire about your background. Don't be fooled by them!"

With their swords drawn, Elder Xu and Lü Zhang launched an even more frantic attack. Elder Wu glared and roared, "If I surrender to the enemy, I should die according to the gang rules!"

Suddenly, he stopped resisting and swung his sword back to chop at his own throat. Xu and Lü couldn't stop their momentum, and both swords pierced Elder Wu's chest at the same time.

Xiao Feng flew into a rage and shouted, "Elder Wu has come to his senses, and you yourselves are stubborn and unrepentant, but how dare you mutilate your own brothers? Die!"

With a shout, he leaped forward, unleashing a move called "Flying Dragon in the Sky" towards Xu and Lü. Elder Chen yelled, "Everyone, attack together!"

At that moment, several more helmsmen jumped out, and together with Elders Xu, Lü, and Chen, they attacked simultaneously, using fists or palms. When their palms clashed with Xiao Feng's, there was a loud bang, and Xiao Feng somersaulted away, while the six or seven people all coughed up blood and flew out.

Xiao Feng had suffered considerable internal injuries from his previous clash with Jiang Mingzhe. This time, his defeat of seven Beggar Clan masters aggravated his injuries, causing a jolt in his chest and a trickle of blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

However, Elder Wu's tragic death had already triggered Xiao Feng's killing intent. He immediately suppressed his injuries, roared, and unleashed the "Regretful Dragon" move. Elder Xu and the others were terrified. Bai Shijing and Elders Xi and Song were struggling, but they had no intention of helping him.

Seeing that Elder Xu and the others were about to die, Xuan Ci suddenly appeared, chanting a Buddhist incantation, and unleashed a powerful Vajra Palm strike, directly clashing with Xiao Feng's palm. Xiao Feng staggered and stumbled back several steps, while Xuan Ci also took a step back, saying with a wry smile, "Benefactor Xiao, your palm strike is powerful, but this place is after all..."

Before he could finish speaking, a group of young monks rushed out, crying out, "Abbot, the Sutra Repository is on fire!"

Xuan Ci's eyes widened suddenly, and Jiang Mingzhe laughed loudly, "Hahahaha, old monk, I just said that your retribution is fire!"

(End of this chapter)