The Heavens: Rebirth of Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 31 Even though I have passed by thousands of people

"According to brothers' guess, Doctor Xue's heroic post was to discuss how to deal with Qiao Feng. This 'Enemy of Hell's King' was jealous of evil, and he also heard that he had a great friendship with the two masters of Xuan Ji and Xuan Nan in Shaolin Temple."

Xiang Wanghai said in his mouth, with a hint of admiration in his tone.

"Yes, I want to come in the world without any other major things except Qiao Feng's evil deeds. Brother Xiang and Brother Qi, come on, let's do a few kilograms of white wine, and we'll have a lot to talk about tonight."

Hearing this, Qiao Feng didn't want to stay for a long time, so he turned around and returned to Azhu's room.

Azhu, who closed his eyes and rested, saw that his face was pale and his expression was quite ugly, and he couldn't help asking.

"Mr. Qiao, have you met an enemy? Are you injured?"

Qiao Feng has been in the world for many years and was despised by others for the first time, and a sense of arrogance arose in his heart.

"No. It's not difficult for those ignorant villains to spread rumors and slander Qiao. It may not be so easy to hurt me."

As his eyes turned, Qiao Feng looked at Azhu.

"Everything is fate. Since Qiao Feng was saved, let him go, Amitabha."

In the early morning, Bao Qianling, who had been hungover all night, was awakened by a shout.

"You stay here to rest tomorrow, and I will go back."

Seeing Qiao Feng turn around and leave, Bao Qianling and the other two looked at each other, whispered for a while, and rushed to Juxianzhuang together.

At the gate of Shaolin Temple, a group of novice monks returned in a hurry with a gloomy face.

"Mr. Qiao, I'll go with you. I can disguise myself. I can rest a little more energy tonight."

‘In the battle between Juxianzhuang, he never escaped. You Tanzhi's family was destroyed and his people were lost, and he was wandering around. Time, luck, and fate.’

Among them, Bao Qianling was extremely ashamed. He was doing something like a gentleman in Liang with his ability. Qiao Feng was approached at night until now. He did not realize it later.

The old monk was wearing a green robe, thin and thin, with sparse long beards all white. His movements were slow and he looked weak.

The profound internal strength and the profound Buddhist teachings are rare in the world.

The most important thing is that the most powerful monk in the Tianlong, the sweeping monk, hid in the Sutra Pavilion to clean up the fallen leaves.

Ye Wuxin, who saw this scene from afar, lowered his head and thought, with a subtle expression.

The three of them looked at each other and were shocked. Qiao Feng tampered with her in her sleep last night. It would be easy for him to take away the lives of the three of them.

When the three of them heard Qiao Feng's words, they were stunned. This hero conference was held to deal with you. You actually want to go there with us?

After a moment of silence, Bao Qianling spoke slowly.

Xuan Nan remained silent, and Xuan Ji nodded with a complicated expression.

‘It’s a pity that the exchange mall has not been opened, otherwise copying all the seventy-two unique skills will definitely bring you a lot of emotional points.’

"This hero feast is here to go to Juxian Village 70 miles away. Brother Qiao is willing to go, that would be great."

He quickly picked up his weapons, but found that there were all small white papers posted, with four small characters clearly written on them, "Jiu Feng bowed to you."

"Brother Bao, I've been convinced. Since the hero banquet is set up in Juxian Village, I guess the leader of the banquet is the two heroes of the You family?"

There were sweeping the fallen leaves all the time, until after the sun set, an old monk walked towards the steps with a broom in his hand.

Inside the Great Hall, the two old monks Xuan Ji and Xuan Nan revealed the results of the battle between Juxianzhuang.

"When will Brother Qiao take Bao's head on the neck? Come and take it at any time! You even kill your master and adoptive father and mother, why should you be sympathetic to ordinary friends?"

After hearing that Qiao Feng was rescued by a man in black, Xuanci clasped his hands together and looked calm.

Knowing that Qiao Feng did not mean to hurt others, Bao Qianling still shouted at the door for his face.

In his tone, a thrill of pride that even though I was tens of millions of people appeared, and Azhu saw this, his eyes were confused for a moment and returned to calm.

In Shaolin Temple, Ye Wuxin looked serious and walked firmly towards the distance with a broom in his hand.

In the words, a look of arrogance and arrogance appeared. Azhu was both admiring and afraid in his heart. He only felt that this person was completely different from Mr. Murong, and there were many similarities.

"It is easy to find out where Juxianzhuang is located. The three of you will take the lead. I will go there in another hour to let everyone prepare well."

When Azhu, who was hiding in the dark, heard these words, he made up his mind to follow and find out.

The Sutra Library, the most mysterious place in Shaolin Temple, not only stores the entire Shaolin Temple Buddhist scriptures, but also contains the 72 unique books of Shaolin Temple.

Qiao Feng clasped his fists and smiled, and said slowly to the three of them.

In today's world, the only person who regards herself as a friend is probably the only one who is in front of her, but she is seriously injured after all, so it is better to stay here to cultivate.

"Bao Qianling has a word first. There will be no good meetings for you, and there will be no good banquets for you. Brother Qiao is in trouble. Don't blame Bao Qianling for not taking care of you in advance."

The sun sets west and the sky is getting late.

Ye Wuxin bowed respectfully and turned around and left, but he wondered, "Are you all wrong with the laity who brought a broom out this night?"

After walking down the mountain with a broom on his own, Ye Wuxin's gaze fell into the Sutra Pavilion in the distance, with a subtle expression.

Qiao Feng smiled faintly.

Seeing Ah Zhu's face was pale, but his tone was very firm, Qiao Feng felt admiration.

"Amitabha, it's getting late, my child, go back first."

"It's late, so the old man should be more careful."

Today, he has to face the most difficult chores since his rebirth and clean up the Sutra Library.

"Brother Bao, I haven't seen the charm of the past for a long time, and I admire him. I heard that the 'Enemma of Hell' Xue's heroic post was published by Doctor Xue, and I want to see it. So, I went with the three of you?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Qiao is not a person who has no faith. I will go and go back, and I will definitely come back safely."

That's it, but Ye Wuxin swept away the fallen leaves all day long. Not to mention the old monk, he had never seen a monk before, which made him quite helpless.

Although it was rather embarrassing to break several ribs by Qiao Feng in the end, the three-foot air wall still shocked the heroes of the world, and even the deviled Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo could be rescued.

‘Calculate the time, the Juxianzhuang battle should start. It is regrettable to miss this fun. Who made it not my home court now?’

The first Xuannan cuffs of the first Damo Academy were broken, and an old face was extremely gloomy. The first Damo Academy was Xuanji’s face was complicated and he recited scriptures silently.

If Qiao Feng hadn't let him go at the critical moment, he would have died in Juxian Village long ago.

A group of old monks of the Xuan generation left, and Xuanci faced the Buddha statue with complex eyes.

All the murderous sins arose because of him, but for the sake of the reputation of Shaolin Temple, he could not apologize for his death.

Perhaps, dying under Qiao Feng's hand is the end of his life.

(End of this chapter)