Duan Yanqing’s face flashed with joy, and Yue Laosi and Yun Zhonghe were also deeply relieved. Only Ye Sanniang sighed gently …
Before he left, Qin Changfeng looked at the direction of the dimly discernible peak … Xu Zhu was taken away by Wu Xingyun. He is an insurance for Qin Changfeng, but now it seems that this insurance has no chance.
But it’s not less … Ye Sanniang has a concern in her heart and knows what she should do.
Chapter one hundred and ninety MuBo into the urn
After ending Minstrel, Qin Changfeng went straight to Shaolin, followed by the four wicked people, including a princess in Xixia. It is unclear whether this princess is a virtual bamboo in the original, Meng Gu Qin Changfeng.
This gave Mufusheng an unprecedented confidence, as if the throne was already waving to him.
But where should other countries actually stand?
Yanyun’s hometown has long been managed by Liao, and it is wishful thinking for him to want to restore the country there after decades of hard work in the Northern Song Dynasty to recover sixteen prefectures and reward him with a king.
Dali is the most likely place, but it’s a pity that Duan Yanqing’s name is too bad and the means are too rough, and it’s actually very slim.
However, these two people are immersed in their own obsession, and they can’t see the general trend clearly.
Of course, it doesn’t matter what happened to Qin Changfeng. The value base of the four wicked people for him is coming to an end, and it’s time for Mu Fu to play his role.
Qin Changfeng, who was riding on Ma Qin, said to him, "Have you ever thought about the possibility that your father, Mr. Mubo, is not dead?"
Mu Fu was surprised and asked, "Did Buddhist say this?"
Qin Changfeng muses, "Your father is also a martial artist. His skill was already quite deep in those years. Will he suddenly die suddenly in his prime? Don’t you find something strange when you think about it again? Although I can’t see everything, I can see that you are not alone. If I didn’t guess wrong … I longed for the old man who had to feign death. I don’t believe you. You can go to your father’s grave to find out and you will find clues. "
Mufu was shocked to hear Qin Changfeng’s various prophecies in the past two years. He witnessed them with the four wicked people. Even now Qin Changfeng says that things are so strange, he can believe them by six or seven points.
After pondering a little, he handed over and said, "Thank you, Buddhist, for pointing out that Mufu should check it when he gets back."
Qin Changfeng gently nodded his mask and made a calm sound. "I have long thought about the strategy of longing for the old man. If you see him, you might as well help me introduce you and discuss the plan of restoring the country together."
Mu Fugen didn’t think much about it and directly promised, "Mu Fubai’s Buddhist and my father are the two most important people who guide me to restore the country. If you can join hands with us, we will be in trouble!"
Qin Changfeng gave a chuckle and turned around. "After all, the poor monk came from Shaolin and still owes Shaolin a kindness. After this kindness, I will help you to restore the country. You are not worried that she will support you to become a Xixia Xu."
Although Qin Changfeng and Li Qiushui spread their cards because of the cliff, they didn’t turn against each other in the end. Not only that, Li Qiushui gave him the choice to let him go to Xixia to accompany her and promised him other Juexue in Minstrel … This is obviously treating him as a real apprentice.
Mu Fu did not have the slightest doubt about his words, and immediately thanked him happily. "Mu Fu will not forget the Buddhist agreement if he succeeds in Zionism."
Qin Changfeng faint smile noncommittally.
After more than a month, I finally returned to Shaolin Qin Changfeng to meet the abbot Xuan Ci for the first time. The latter met him at the Ursa Major Hall and said, "The deadline has come. Your master and Qiao’s couple will have a result after all. What are you going to do?"
Qin Changfeng replied, "Please ask the abbot to invite the elders of the Beggars’ Sect, the Shenshan people, and other prestigious places in the Jianghu to come to Shaolin to introduce me, so my brother should make all the truth public."
Xuan Ci hesitated for a moment and then said, "How sure are you? If there is conclusive evidence about this matter, once it goes wrong, Shaolin will become the laughing stock of the whole Wulin. "
"90%!" Qin Changfeng said, "I’m willing to bear the consequences if I make a mistake."
Xuan Ci lowered his eyebrows and said, "What do you undertake for the centennial reputation of the Millennium Temple?"
Qin Changfeng then answered indifferently with his hands folded, "It took Shaolin a hundred years to make a wise fool!"
"You want to bet on your future?"
"Monks say that the future is only about doing their best, but asking for a guilty conscience."
……
Qin Changfeng doesn’t know if he has a future as a monk. He knows that it is in this world. He has three months left in his future.
When the time comes, they will be forced to send them away.
Of course, when two main lines are missing.
Qin Changfeng has reached the standard at this time, and what he is planning now is just the main line three to explore the truth and two branches.
At the same time, when Qin Changfeng promised Qiao Feng to give him the truth, he also arrived at his place. After receiving the news sent by Qin Changfeng, Qiao Feng now Xiao Feng immediately rode south.
More than a month later, it’s spring season, just like when Qin Changfeng was in Shaolin in white.
After waiting for so long, Mufu finally succeeded in forcing his father Mubo to meet each other, and I’m afraid Mufu will leak the news if he doesn’t come out again.
For Mufu Mubo, nature has been secretly observing, but he knows little about Mufu’s going to Xixia funeral.
This father was very happy when he met and learned that Mufu Zionism had made great progress, so he also had a good impression on Qin Changfeng, the "Buddhist" who showed Mufu the way, and of course refused to meet him
In order to meet each other conveniently, Qin Changfeng chose a cliff in the back of Shaolin Mountain.
This remote and sinister place has always been a good place for people to meet in secret.
Qin Changfeng stood on the cliff with his hands on his back for a quarter of an hour when he saw a man wearing a gray robe and a gray cloth striding forward and Mufu followed him.
Qin Changfeng’s right hand is still behind his back, and his left hand is holding the beads and standing on his chest. Jianli laughs. "It’s more polite to admire the old gentleman than to meet the little monk."
There was a flicker of doubt in the gray man’s eyes. After approaching this cliff, he inexplicably felt his head slightly bloated. Although it didn’t affect his skill, it made him feel a little degraded. When he saw a waterfall hanging vertically not far from his eyes, he didn’t think much about it.
Immediately, the mask was pulled to reveal a beautiful face with a white eyebrow and a long vertical face, and the old voice said, "It’s admirable that the master’s eye-catching magical power can easily see through it and plan for more than ten years!"
Qin Changfeng said, "The old man’s praise of the poor monk is just a lucky chance to be more alert and wise than ordinary people, but the old man has never forgotten his old country’s ideal and is willing to sacrifice his feelings for more than ten years, but the poor monk asks himself that he can’t do it. It is precisely because of the old man’s painstaking efforts to manage Mu Gong that today’s hard-won situation can be achieved."
"It’s a last resort to be praised by the master," Mubo said. "It’s the master who instructed Fuer to approach Princess Xixia and Duan Yanqing reached an agreement to restore the country with the help of Xixia and Dali. The old man is here to thank humbly."
