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Volume 5: Like a Banquet Chapter 46: Old friends gather together

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    The loud "clang" sound was transmitted one after another, making the mountains echo.  Chu Feng turned around the mountain col and saw Monk Zhiguang, dressed in gray monk robes, standing in front of the mountain wall.  "Monk Zhiguang swung his ax like a wheel, and struck the mountain wall with each axe, and loud noises were heard in the mountains one after another.  With one stroke of the ax, the twisted words on the mountain wall that looked like talisman paintings were missing.  The old monk refused to hide as the gravel flew away, leaving blood marks on his head and face.  The bamboo basket that was slung between his elbows was carefully placed behind a huge stone. Chu Feng could see several pages of yellowed paper money and several incense candles from the corner of the blue cloth that was lifted.  Watching the old monk chop it down with an axe, Chu Feng realized that he had no intention of stopping the old monk. He only felt that a bloody past seemed to appear before his eyes.  The lame Du Lingzi moved slower than the monk Zhiguang who had lost all his martial arts. Chu Feng walked through a section of the road in an instant, but he walked for a long time. Looking at the monk Zhiguang who was trying hard to bully the mountain wall, he was a little surprised.  He asked Chu Feng, "What is this?" After a while, the headmaster of Du, who had not received an answer from Chu Feng, simply sat down on the spot.  Chu Feng looked at the Khitan characters that were gradually fading under the old monk's axe. Although he didn't know the meaning of each word, he also knew generally: "When Feng'er was one year old, he and his wife went to his grandmother's house for a banquet. On the way, he suddenly encountered a Southern Dynasty robber  " As this "memory" emerged, Chu Feng seemed to be able to see the bloody battle that took place on the not-wide mountain road to his left more than twenty years ago.  Back then, Xiao Yuanshan, his wife and children, went to the Central Plains for a banquet. Unexpectedly, Xuanci and a group of Central Plains masters were deceived by Murong Bo and ambushed the Khitan masters who "went to Shaolin Temple to steal scriptures."  There was a melee between the two sides, which was inexplicable, but also resulted in a bloody feud.  Lao Xiao's beloved wife died, and his only son was raised by his enemies. Of the twenty-odd masters in the Central Plains, only four died: Wang Jiantong, the former leader of the Beggar Clan, Xuanci, the current abbot of Shaolin, and Zhao Qiansun, who lost all his courage in this battle.  and Monk Zhiguang wielding an axe.  It¡¯s Murong Bo again The unclear fire in Wanhui Building is in my memory.  Outside Jincheng Yizhuang, there are dozens of tombstones without even names.  Xinyang time.  Master Xuanbei who sings Zen with one finger Slowly the past events emerged in Chu Feng's mind. He looked down at Du Lingzi who was lying on the ground like a dead dog and asked, "Where is he?" The person he asked was naturally Murong Bo.  .  These words sounded really inexplicable. Du Lingzi raised his head in surprise and asked: "Who is he?" The words stopped, and among the "clang" sound of the ax chopping the mountain wall, there was suddenly the sound of horse hooves. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? In a little while.  The sound of horse hooves gradually grew louder, and one could imagine that there were quite a few people there.  Chu Feng looked back to the south and saw Yanmen Pass looming in front of him. He thought to himself: "Now that the Liao army is arrayed at the pass, could they have bumped into a group of reinforcements?" Du Lingzi, who was still "spread" on the ground just now, was also agitated.  , rolled up.  I touched my arms with both hands, but found them empty.  Only then did he remember that his pair of water-splitting thorns had been taken away by Chu Feng.  Monk Zhiguang didn¡¯t know if he heard the approaching horseshoes, but he kept swinging his axe.  Chu Feng didn't care about hiding his body, jumped up to the old monk's side and said: "An enemy is coming. Master, please stay away for a moment." Chu Feng was naturally not afraid of facing the enemy head-on, but most Liao people were good at shooting.  If someone were to take a chance and aim an arrow at the old monk, he might be killed.  The veins on Monk Zhiguang¡¯s forehead protruded, but he seemed not to notice them.  Chu Feng said no more, and channeled his inner strength, a gleaming blue energy appeared on the sword body. As soon as he waved the sword, the remaining half of the "suicide note" turned into dust and fell down.  Until all the remaining words fade away.  Monk Zhiguang seemed to have just spotted Chu Feng beside him, and said in surprise: "Young Master Chu!" Monk Zhiguang, who came back to his senses, finally heard the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer, and saw the horse racing from the northwest mountain road.  The galloping Liao warriors had no time to hide.  Zhiguang looked at the group of Khitan warriors with short hair and thick beards and fierce expressions.  It's like going back to that time.  Back then, when he only saw the ferocious faces of the Khitans, he was so shocked that he could no longer hold the weapon.  ¡°Perhaps they heard the sound of Monk Zhiguang chipping away at the wall before. This group of Khitan warriors was different from the group that sang loudly more than 20 years ago. They seemed very silent.  Gallop!  Sudden stop!  Chu Feng¡¯s pupils shrank slightly.  The skill of controlling horses can be considered elite.  "Why are there only three of us?" One person stepped forward on horseback and asked Chu Feng.  He spoke Chinese, although his words could not be said to be accurate, but he could still hear it clearly in Chu Feng's ears.  "Did they make an appointment?" "Is there a Han Chinese colluding with them?" Two thoughts flowed through Chu Feng's heart instantly. At this moment, the Liao man who shouted also felt that something was wrong and shouted: "Kill!"   After giving the order, three people bent their bows and set up arrows. With a continuous "swish" sound, they shot towards the three of them.  The people nearby didn't move at all, obviously very confident in the archery skills of these three people.  What the Khitan warrior never expected was that Chu Feng only waved his iron sword and shot down the two feather arrows aimed at him and Monk Zhiguang.  What was even more unexpected was that Du Lingzi, who was half-kneeling on the ground, rolled on the spot to avoid the feather arrow. When he got up again, he picked up the feather arrow nailed to the ground and rushed towards them.  .  As far as Chu Feng is concerned, the feud between Song and Liao can only be seen on paper and is not painful at all.  Seeing Du Lingzi attack the opponent without thinking, he finally understood why Monk Zhiguang and the others met the Khitan warriors and greeted them with hidden weapons without thinking.  Chu Feng thought about this, and when he swung his sword again, he was already behind for a moment.  Those dozen Khitan warriors were not surprised at all when they saw Chu Feng and the two "begging for death". If you run away from them in the barren mountains and wild mountains, you will only die faster!  A strange Khitan language was shouted out, but Chu Feng didn't know what it meant. He saw a dozen Khitan warriors forming an irregular arc on the not-narrow mountain road.  Bend the bow!  Archery!  When the sword edge rises, broken arrows are like rain.  The bow and arrow failed to achieve even an inch of success, let alone a hand-to-hand encounter. A group of ordinary soldiers were no match for Chu Feng.  It was a pity that the Liao native who could speak Chinese had a strong character. Seeing that the situation was not good, he wanted to throw the silk scroll in his arms into the mountain stream beside the road.  It's a pity that he died too slowly by biting his tongue. From the corner of his eye, the man could still see Chu Feng's figure suddenly moving and he grabbed the silk scroll in his hand.  Chu Feng spread the silk scroll and took a glance at it, then he rolled the silk scroll back consciously.  The silk scroll is full of large Khitan characters, which are exactly the same as those left by Xiao Yuanshan on the stone wall just now.  How could Chu Feng recognize this? He waved the silk scroll towards Monk Zhiguang and said: "Master Zhiguang, please enter the pass. We don't recognize the word Khitan." Zhiguang looked up from the corpses on the ground, suddenly smiled and said: "  I know a thing or two." He suddenly looked past Chu Feng, clasped his hands and said "Amitabha", "Brother Xuanci, you are here too" Chu Feng unexpectedly turned his head and saw a man dressed in bright red in the direction of Yanmen Pass.  Kasaya, come step by step.  Before Chu Feng could stop thinking "Why is he here?", the sound of horse hooves from the northwest started again. Looking around, he saw a majestic figure, riding a horse This was the third bald head Chu Feng saw today - Xiao Yuanshan  !
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