Qiao Feng chased him reluctantly, and saw Shen Yuanjing leading him several feet apart until outside Wuxi City. He stopped and waited aside. He was about to speak when he heard the other party say, "Don't hurry!"

Shen Yuanjing looked up at the sky and said, "There is still some time left, wait for me for a while." He jumped gently, and the city wall about three feet high seemed to be flat. He turned over.

Qiao Feng didn't know what he was going to do. He thought that with such a brilliant martial art, he wouldn't have to spend so much effort if he had any plans for him. He waited for an hour until it was dawn, and he saw the other party climbing over the wall again, carrying something in his hand.

Shen Yuanjing led Qiao Feng to a secluded place, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the package, grind the ink carefully, and said, "Gangmaster Qiao, what are your plans now?"

Qiao Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Qiao is no longer the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Brother Chen should not call him like that."

Shen Yuanjing nodded and said, "That's right. But it's not appropriate to call you Brother Qiao. Then I'll suffer some losses and call you Brother Qiao."

"This." Qiao Feng looked at his small face, thinking that he was already in his thirties, and asked, "Brother Chen, how old are you this year?"

"I can't remember it, but it must be over 100 years old. Just count it as 100 years old." Shen Yuanjing said carelessly, as if this was not something worth remembering. He devoted all his attention to grinding ink.

Qiao Feng didn't believe it, but when he thought of the other party's martial arts like a ghost, he hesitated a little, calmed down and said, "Brother Chen, you just said, do you know the identity of the leader, right?"

After Shen Yuanjing polished the ink, he took out a pen and poured water from the gourd to clean it, saying, "If you think about your life carefully, you will probably understand it."

Qiao Feng thought hard that he grew up in the Qiao family. At the age of seven, he became the master of Shaolin Xuanku and learned kung fu. Later, he met his mentor Wang Jiantong and joined the Beggars' Sect. He made great contributions again and again before he was able to pass on the position of leader of the gang.

Thinking of this, he sighed in his heart. He thought that his mentor was deliberately training, so he tried three difficult questions and seven great contributions before he was willing to pass the throne. Now he thought about the reason carefully and didn't know how to say it for a while.

This thought took a lot of effort. When he woke up, he saw that Shen Yuanjing had already taken out a fan and wrote and painted it on it. He shook his head and shook his mind away and said, "Mr. Qiao is dull and can't think of it. Please tell me clearly."

Shen Yuanjing put the pen, took out a new inkstone, replaced it with another ink, and said, "You can't think of it, but you don't want to think about it. How arrogant Shaolin Temple is? You are just a farmer boy, how can you be called a monk named Xuan as an apprentice and teach martial arts?"

Qiao Feng was shocked, and the past came to his mind: when he was seven years old, he was picking millet in the Shaoshi Mountains and met a wild wolf. When he was about to die, Master Xuanku suddenly appeared and saved his life. After that, the master came over every day and taught his martial arts. Now, there are too many coincidences in this matter.

He asked in a trembling voice, "Then, Master Xuanku was entrusted by the leader? So how could that be?"

Shen Yuanjing changed another pen and slowly smeared it on the fan, saying, "How is it impossible? Xuan Ku's status is too high? Think about it, what kind of fame and status can a person like the leader of the Beggars' Sect be willing to obey the instructions? What's so strange about the fact that a person who can make a character like the leader of the Beggars' Sect willing to obey the instructions? "

This words were like a flash of lightning, splitting Qiao Feng's doubts, and he murmured: "Yes, the one who is more respectful than the leader of the Beggars' Sect, isn't it the Shaolin Abbot?"

If the leader is Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci, then all the questions can be explained. Why did the leader know first when the Khitan warrior attacked Shaolin? Why can more than 20 famous heroes obey? Adopting a Khitan legacy should be under surveillance, so it is better to be under the nose.

As for Xuan Ku's teaching, isn't it natural for Shaolin's abbot to ask for it? Zhiguang hid this person's name, probably because he was worried that Shaolin's reputation would be ruined.

The past is like a revolving lantern, and it passes through Qiao Feng's mind. He takes a breath, his face is solemn, and he says solemnly: "Thank you, Brother Chen, for solving the doubts. Qiao will go to Shaolin to seek justice now. If you survive by chance, you will be rewarded in the future."

Shen Yuanjing nodded, put his pen aside, and said, "Okay!"

Qiao Feng was puzzled and looked down. He saw that the picture on the fan was clearly the one that Elder Xu had just now. He subconsciously looked up his arms and legs. It was normal, and it was more symmetrical than the characters on the fan.

Shen Yuanjing said: "How?"

Qiao Feng replied: "It's vivid, but the ink color is a little new."

"But it's simple." Shen Yuanjing said, reaching out to touch the fan and gently stroked it. He saw the new white paper slightly yellowed. When he came back, his back hand had thin burrs on the paper.

Qiao Feng was very surprised. This new fan was instantly like spending years, just like the one he had in his memory.

Shen Yuanjing turned over the other side. It was indeed a poem written by Wang Jiantong, which was written in the same way. He opened and closed his hands a few times, then stroked it with his hands, and the bamboo became old. Then he nodded with satisfaction and handed it to Qiao Feng and said, "I ruined your old one, and made a new one for you."

Qiao Feng took it with a complicated expression. No surprise. He had known that the fan in the Xingzi Forest was his own, but he couldn't figure out why it was in the hands of Mrs. Ma. Shen Yuanjing ruined the original one, and made this one, which naturally helped him completely clear his suspicion.

Shen Yuanjing smiled and said, "Even if Wang Jian is resurrected, he will definitely not recognize it. As for this painting, I am a little better than Elder Xu's paintings. If he looks at it from his painting skills over the past few years, this painting is real, and the one in Madam Ma's hands will be as uncomfortable as a copy."

When Qiao Feng heard this, he realized that the other party was deliberately hiding his shortcomings. Compared with writing and painting, he was still only 90% like that. Now he has shown his true skills and will definitely be flawless.

He looked closely and saw no inappropriateness at all. He bowed and said, "Great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten." If he had a Hu family, he would be unacceptable for a day even if he was a Hu person. However, if he had to be defiled with the stigma of his brother and wife in the gang, he would not be able to bear it even if he died.

Shen Yuanjing smiled and said, "No need to do this. I have been wandering for many years and have forced many things. I have only recently realized the principle of doing whatever I want. Helping you and helping me practice. As for whether you repay or not, it even matters. As long as you don't bully the Han people, you can do it."

Qiao Feng was silent. In any case, his identity as a Hu people could never escape. He smiled bitterly: "Thirty years after the Song people, they became Hu people once."

Shen Yuanjing disagreed and said, "So what? Hu people are also Song people. You can come as usual. But in the future, there will be many villains insults in the world. I think you won't care."

Qiao Feng was betrayed by his relatives overnight, and obviously he could not make a turn for a while. Shen Yuanjing no longer advised him and said, "I know a little brother, who is simple and cheerful and straightforward. He is a child of the Duan family in Dali, and his ancestors are also Hu clans. I will introduce you to you when I am here."

"The Duan clan of Dali is also a Hu clan?" Qiao Feng was stunned. Because Duan clan and the Central Plains have many intersections, they are the highest in the southwest martial arts world. If it were the Hu clan, why wouldn't anyone object?

Shen Yuanjing smiled and said, "If the two treat each other with courtesy, even if they are different surnames, they will be close; if they fight and kill, they will be brothers, and they will be enemies."
Chapter completed!