Vol 4 Chapter 67: Touching recognition scene

Meng Yi is Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng's own father, and Meng San is Murong Bo and Murong Fu's father. Meng Er is Kumozhi, who was beaten by Xu Zhu in the morning.
Xiao Yuanshan is the ‘big villain’ that the Central Plains Wulin has been pursuing for decades. Everyone has always thought it was his son Xiao Feng. Murong Bo is rumored to have been dead for many years, so he pretended to be.
In short, the wicked Xiao Yuanshan is actually a poor and hateful man who repays evil for evil, and Murong Bo is the culprit of all conspiracies.
But the two of them, as well as their son, are the best people in martial arts today. The martial arts conference temporarily turned into a confession conference, and the father and son who had been separated for many years held their heads and cried separately.
Then, Xiao Yuanshan revealed Xu Zhu's life experience-he was the son of Shaolin Abbot Xuanci and Ye Erniang, the "Four Evil Men".
The sheep who was lying on the wall watching the big show was immediately stunned. He always felt that the half-aged in the distance was a bit familiar, but he did not expect that she was the concubine of monk Xuanci more than 20 years ago, and he did not expect that Xuzhu was The illegitimate son of this pair of wild mandarin ducks.
Hatred! Everything comes from hatred. The Buddha said that if there is a cause, there is an effect, and if there is an effect, there must be a cause.
Just pity his ugly disciple. How can he face the cruel reality? What a strong psychological quality and a thick skin.
On the square in front of the Great Hall of the Shaolin Temple, the third pair of family appointments was staged on time. Xu Zhu cried and became ugly. The old bald head touched his son's little bald head, and looked like a respectable monk.
Abbot Xuanci blamed himself for committing licentious precepts, and he took two hundred sticks from the precepts. No one was allowed to stop him, and the law enforcement monks were not allowed to show mercy.
Ye Erniang and Xuzhu's mother and son embraced and wept. Today's law enforcement monks are two young and strong sincere monks. They are really cruel.
After receiving the two hundred sticks, Xuan Ci sat with her teeth gritted and slowed down, Xu Zhu and Ye Erniang had not finished crying.
When Xuan Ci became the abbot 35 years ago, he was almost forty. In these thirty-five years, the Xuanzi generation has died from twenty to thirty to only ten, and he is also in his early seventies.
Two hundred sticks of bones like Sheep One may not be able to carry it, let alone the old and old Xuanci. Sitting there, he didn't come up in a breath, but sat down and passed away.
Xu Zhu rushed over and hugged his father's corpse and cried. Ye Erniang took out the dagger in his arms, stabbed himself in his heart and died of his lover.
A pair of children died in the same year, the same month and the same day. In a blink of an eye, Xu Zhu became an orphan again, and the world sighed endlessly.
The sheep stared at Xuzhu, for fear that this stunned kid would do stupid things as soon as his brain heated up. On the other end, the Xiao family father and son and Murong Ye fought each other in a very difficult fight after they finished fighting.
The two families are feuds of life and death. Once they fight, there is no room for maneuver, and they will never leave each other's hands. In this way, no one dared to pull a frame at all, and to be honest, there is no strength to pull a frame.
Xu Zhu may have it, but he was holding the corpse of his parents, crying and resting, crying and then resting, completely in no mood to pay attention to this side.
Duan Yu may have it, but his martial arts are not effective at all times and are purely unreliable. If he goes up rashly, he may be injured and killed by mistake. Therefore, at this time, he played his own specialties and squatted there with his legs aside from the royal image, comforting his brother Xuzhu softly.
The remaining powerful people, such as Kumozhi, Zhuang Juxian, You Tanzhi, Duan Yanqing, and others, were all seriously injured in the melee just now. At this stage, they are only suitable for self-protection, not to mention that they did not persuade them. desire.
The rest of the group, not to mention.
Yang Yi has this strength, although his martial arts realm is not as good as the two pairs of four people who are fighting, but the difference is not far, pulling a frame is barely enough, but he has no reason to fight.
In the eyes of the sheep, these four are not good people, fighting each other to death, just to purify the martial arts world and eliminate harm for the people.
This frame has been fought for two hours without a winner, and the Shaolin Temple property has been knocked down several times by them. A group of Xuanzi generations stared at them with big eyes, but no one had the ability to stop the forced demolition. And because of everyone's demeanor as the host, they can only order people to light pine torches everywhere to make the night bright, so that the Xiao family and Murong family can have a good time.
A crowd of spectators called out, and this trip to Shaolin was worthwhile. The four jumped up and down fiercely, and the frame gradually hit the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Out of the principle of chasing after the show, Yang Yi also held the broom and continued to watch the show.
Moths rushed to the fire, and there were many flying insects in the mountains at night. They all rushed toward the torch. An unknown insect was swayed by the fist wind and hit the nostril of the sheep standing nearby invisibly watching the battle.
‘Oh sneeze--! ’
At this moment, not only the four people who were fighting, but also the number one hundred and ten who were watching the battle around the yard, walls, and trees around the Buddhist scripture pavilion, all shuddered, and Shaoshishan trembled.
Yang Yi was also taken aback.
The sudden sneeze made his invisibility skill not invisible anymore. Originally, he was best at playing this set in the dark night with swaying lights and lights, so he had the courage to watch the battle so close.
He appeared abruptly beside the four-man team, and then immediately became the focus of the audience.
Sheep One, a burly but crouched waist, dressed in a plain gray monk robe, holding an old bald broom that has been used for a long time, standing in the middle of the field with no expression on his old face, as the lights flicker Dark and dark.
Such a mysterious and empty old man, who believes that he is not a supernatural master!
It was the monks of Shaolin Temple who first recognized him, and the Xuanzi generation who was so anxious that they were afraid that the temple would be demolished saw Yang Yi, a simple elder, as if they had seen the backbone of the master, and they subconsciously joined together.
"See Uncle."
Then the Hui Zi generation and Xu Zi generation also suddenly realized, and quickly followed the ceremony.
"See Shi Bozu."
"See Uncle Zeng Shi."
In other words, the ‘empty’ generation is really not qualified to come and watch the excitement, otherwise there will be a mighty ‘see Taishi Uncle’.
Even so, everyone present was really shocked, and Er Xiao and Er Murong even twitched the apple muscles on their faces.
Broken, Shaolin Temple called the parents.
Yang Yi was also very nervous, because he knew he couldn't beat these four. But at any rate, after living for more than four hundred years, I have seen too many scenes, and finally I can do it calmly.
So ~EbookFREE.me~ he is more like a bottomless old man.
"You..." Yang Yi gestured to Er Xiao and Er Murong. "... Keep fighting, don't stop."
The four of them really couldn't figure out the way, so they could only follow the rules of the martial arts world and give a deep salute to the sheep first: "I have seen the senior. I dare not make a second in front of the senior."
"It's okay, go ahead."
Yang Yi said to a group of Xuanzi generations: "They are all guests from afar, so it’s okay to let them fight. After the fight, repair the damaged house, it’s fine. If they don’t know how to do it themselves, they will detain them and let the family It’s okay to send money to get people."
Monks: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Xuan Cheng hesitated and returned: "Uncle...that is."
The sheep repeatedly asked Er Xiao and Er Murong: "Hurry up, I will sweep the floor after the fight. Don't delay Lao Na's sleep."