Meng 1 is Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng's biological father, Meng 3 is Murong Bo, Murong Fu's father. Meng 2 is Jiumozhi, who was beaten by Xu Zhu just this morning.

Xiao Yuanshan is the "big evil man" who has been pursued everywhere in the martial arts circles of the Central Plains in the past few decades. Everyone always thought he was his son Xiao Feng. Murong Bo was rumored to have been dead for many years, but it turned out that he was pretending.

In short, the villain Xiao Yuanshan is actually a pitiful and hateful person who repays evil with evil, and Murong Bo is the culprit of all conspiracies.

But the two of them, as well as their son, are the most outstanding people in martial arts in the world today. The martial arts conference temporarily turned into a family recognition conference, and the father and son who had been separated for many years cried each other.

Then, Xiao Yuanshan revealed Xu Zhu's life experience - he was the son of Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci and Ye Erniang, one of the "Four Evil Men".

Yang Yi, who was lying on the wall watching the show, was immediately stunned. He always felt that the coquettish old woman in the distance looked familiar, but he didn't expect that she was the mistress of Monk Xuanci more than 20 years ago, and he didn't expect that Xu Zhu was the mistress of Monk Xuanci more than 20 years ago.

This is the illegitimate son of a pair of wild mandarin ducks.

Hatred! Everything comes from hatred. The Buddha said that if there is a cause, there will be an effect, and if there is an effect, there must be a cause.

He just pitied his ugly disciple, so how could he face the cruel reality? This requires a strong psychological quality and a thick skin.

In the square in front of the Main Hall of Shaolin Temple, the third couple's marriage recognition was performed on time. The more Xu Zhu cried, the more ugly he became. The old bald Xuanci stroked his son's little bald head, looking like a sanctimonious eminent monk.

Abbot Xuanci blamed himself for violating the precepts of sexual immorality, so he received two hundred sticks from the monastic discipline. No one was allowed to stop him, and the law enforcement monks were not allowed to be merciful. The sticks had to be used to the flesh.

Ye Erniang and Xu Zhu's mother and son hugged each other and cried. Today's law enforcement monks are two young and strong honest monks. They are really ruthless.

After receiving the two hundred sticks, Xuanci gritted his teeth and sat down to catch his breath. Xu Zhu and Ye Erniang hadn't finished crying yet.

When Xuanci became the abbot 35 years ago, he was almost forty years old. In the past thirty-five years, the number of Xuanzi people had died from twenty or thirty to only a dozen or so. He was also in his early seventies.

Even a body like Yang Yi might not be able to carry two hundred sticks, let alone the old and elderly Xuanci. Sitting there, he couldn't catch his breath, and he just sat down and passed away.

Xu Zhu rushed over and hugged his father's body again and cried. Ye Erniang took out the dagger from her arms and stabbed it in the heart, killing her lover.

A pair of unfortunate mandarin ducks died in the same year, month and day, turning Xu Zhu into an orphan again in the blink of an eye, causing endless sorrow in the world.

Yang Yi stared at Xu Zhu, fearing that this stupid kid would do something stupid if his brain got hot. On the other side, the Xiao family father and son and Mr. Murong were fighting each other fiercely after beating others.

These two families have a life-and-death feud. Once they start fighting, there is absolutely no room for maneuver, and they will never hold back from each other. As a result, no one dares to start a fight. To be honest, no one has the strength to start a fight.

Xu Zhu might have, but he was holding the bodies of his parents, crying and taking a break, crying again and again, and he was not in the mood to pay attention to this at all.

Duan Yu may have it, but his martial arts skills are inconsistent and unreliable. If he goes up rashly, he can easily be accidentally injured and killed, or maybe it's the murder of his sworn brother Xiao Feng. Therefore, he uses his special skills at this time,

Regardless of the elegant royal image, he squatted there with his legs aside and softly comforted his brother Xu Zhu.

The remaining capable people, Jiumozhi, Zhuang Juxian, You Tanzhi, Duan Yanqing, and others, all suffered serious injuries in the melee just now. At this stage, they can only protect themselves, not to mention that they have no intention of breaking up the fight.

desire.

Not to mention the rest of the heroes.

Yang Yi has this strength. Although his martial arts level is not as good as that of the two pairs of four people fighting, it is not far behind. It is barely enough to start a fight, but he has no reason to start a fight.

In the eyes of a sheep, these four are not good people. They deserve to fight each other to death. This is just the right time to purify the martial arts world and eliminate harm for the people.

This fight lasted for two hours without a winner. They knocked down several properties of the Shaolin Temple. A bunch of Xuanzi people looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, but no one had the ability to stop the forced demolition.

.And because of his status as the host, he could only order people to light pine torches everywhere to illuminate the night, so that the Xiao family and the Murong family could have a good time.

All the onlookers exclaimed that they enjoyed themselves, and this trip to Shaolin was worthwhile. The four people jumped up and down and fought fiercely, and the fight gradually reached the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Out of the principle of following the drama to the end, Yang Yi also continued to watch the fun with a broom under his arm.

Moths fly to the fire. There are many flying insects in the mountains at night, and they all rush towards the torches without thinking about their own safety. An unknown insect was stirred up by the fierce fighting wind and crashed into the nostril of the sheep who was standing nearby and watching the battle invisibly.

'Ah sneeze——!'

At this time, not only the four people who were fighting, but also the hundreds of people who surrounded the courtyard of the Sutra Pavilion, on the walls, and on the trees to watch the fight, were all trembling with fright, and Shaoshi Mountain trembled.

Yang Yi himself was startled.

The sudden sneeze made his invisibility skills disappear. He was originally best at doing this in such a dark night with swaying lights, so he had the courage to watch the battle so close.

He suddenly appeared next to the four-man battle group, and immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

Yang Yi, who is burly but stooped, is wearing a simple ordinary gray monk's robe, holding an old bald broom that has been used for a long time, standing in the center of the field with no expression on his old face, as the lights flicker

Suddenly dark and suddenly bright.

Who would believe such a mysterious and hollow old man if he said he was not a supernatural master?

It was the monks from the Shaolin Temple who recognized him first. The Xuanzi generation, who was anxious for fear that the temple would be demolished, saw Yang Yi, a reclusive elder, and seemed to see the backbone of the family, so they subconsciously joined hands and bowed.

"See Master."

Then Hui Zi and Xu Zi also suddenly realized it and hurriedly followed suit.

"See Uncle Master."

"See Great Uncle Zeng."

That is to say, the "Kong" generation is really not qualified to come and watch the fun, otherwise there would have to be a mighty "See Taishi Uncle".

Even so, everyone present was shocked. Er Xiao and Er Murong even had the apples of their faces twitching.

It’s broken, it’s broken, Shaolin Temple is calling the parents.

Yang Yi was also very nervous, because he knew he couldn't defeat these four. But after living for more than four hundred years, he had seen too many scenes, and he was finally able to remain calm.

As a result, he is more like an old-timer with no bottom.

"You..." Yang Yi motioned to Er Xiao and Er Murong. "...Keep fighting, don't stop."

The four of them really couldn't figure out what to do, so they could only follow the rules of the martial arts world and give Yang Yishen a bow first: "I have met my seniors. I don't dare to make mistakes in front of my seniors."

"It's okay, let's continue fighting."

Yang Yi once again said to a group of Xuanzi people: "They are all guests from far away, so it doesn't matter if they attack them. After the attack, just repair the damaged houses. It doesn't matter. If they don't know how to repair them themselves, just detain them and let them live in the house."

It doesn’t matter if you send money to get someone.”

Monks: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Xuan Cheng hesitated and replied: "Uncle...that's what he said."
Chapter completed!