Sudden Change

"What? It's Murong Bo?"

Everyone gasped in surprise.

The Monk Zhiguang and the others, who had initially felt quite hopeless, widened their eyes in disbelief.

Did Ji Boying really know the whole truth about what happened back then?

The crowd continued to discuss it.

Who is Murong Bo?

"How could it be Murong Bo?"

"It could actually be Murong Bo?"

"Nonsense, utter nonsense! Absolutely not!"

Bao Butong stepped forward, his face flushed.

"My master has been gone for many years. Even if Great Hero Ji arts, he cannot slander me with baseless accusations."

Feng Bo'e and Ji Boying used to get along well, but now it concerns the reputation of his master.

Despite his inferior strength, he had no choice but to step forward with his sword.

"Young Master Ji? Is this true or false? We can't just say things like that."

A'Zhu, A'Bi, and Wang Yuyan all became anxious.

If Murong Bo were to secretly instigate a war between the Khitan and the Central Plains martial arts world, it would truly be Murong Bo who caused such a turmoil.

Then the sins and hatred would naturally fall on Murong Fu's shoulders.

They all originally thought that Murong Fu was highly skilled in martial arts.

But now that he has met Xiao Feng and Ji Boying, he realizes that Murong Fu's martial arts skills are nothing special.

If it was Murong Bo was secretly stirring things up.

How many relatives and friends of the heroes from the Central Plains who died outside Yanmen Pass back then would come seeking revenge?

How could Shaolin Temple, burdened with such a sin, let Murong Fu go?

With his mother murdered and a tragic past, how could Xiao Feng possibly get along with Murong Fu?

None of these people are easy to deal with.

None of them were Murong Fu was capable of dealing with.

If this crime were truly pinned on Murong Bo, then there would probably be no place for the Murong Family to hide in this world.

How could they not be anxious?

"Of course it's true. Why would I lie? I have no grudge against the Murong Family. Why would I need to drag this dead man into this? Even though he's not dead."

Some people nodded secretly, while others agreed repeatedly.

Based on Ji Boying's performance today, he truly deserves the title of "Bai Xiaosheng- all".

Moreover, he did not tell any lies, nor did he have any motive to tell any lies.

Although the stories of the underworld that were told were all shocking, they were all true and had been verified.

But only the Murong Family and Xiao Feng realized what Ji Boying had said last.

"Murong Bo isn't dead?"

Xiao Feng asked in surprise.

Bao Butong started cursing again.

"What utter nonsense is Great Hero Ji spouting now! My master..."

Snap!

He didn't even finish his sentence.

He received a resounding slap.

Ji Boying didn't want to see his ugly face.

He was simply rewarded with an Empty Palm Strike from afar.

This single palm Bao Butong sent Bao Butong spinning three times in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Ugly face had swollen cheeks and blood-red lips. When he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood, along with two teeth.

This palm strike was quite powerful. If Bao Butong hadn't spun around in the air several times in Bao Butong disheveled manner, making it seem as if he had been slapped and was spinning around in circles, he wouldn't have been in such a sorry state.

It is difficult to neutralize this power.

Such rigidity will only break your neck.

Bao Butong wanted to settle this matter and couldn't let the Murong Family take the blame, so naturally he wasn't willing to die.

I'd rather suffer some humiliation than let the whole truth come to light.

I was just annoyed.

Originally, he had planned to use A'Zhu's relationship to win over Ji Boying and the Duan Family.

To accumulate strength for the important affairs of the Murong Family.

Now, things are really messed up. They haven't been able to borrow any power at all, and it seems the entire martial arts world will turn against the Murong Family.

"Murong Bo is indeed not dead; he merely faked his death to escape. Even his own son, Murong Fu, doesn't know about this."

"None of the Four Great Retainers of the Murong Family knew this either."

Facing the probing gazes of A'Zhu, A'Bi, and Wang Yuyan.

Ji Boying nodded.

"Everything I said is true, I have no reason to lie to you. If you don't believe me, go to your master's grave, dig it up and you'll see, it'll definitely be empty."

He continued speaking to Xiao Feng.

"Just now, the Beggar Gang's Sect accused you of protecting foreigners, and they also said that Murong is Xianbei surname. The Murong Family is Xianbei, and this is not a secret in the martial arts world."

"But not many people know that the Murong Family is the royal family of the Xianbei."

"The Murong Family has been dreaming of restoring their kingdom for generations, which is utterly absurd. Regardless of their abilities, just the fact that they haven't recognized reality and are still indulging in this dream shows that they are incapable of restoring their kingdom."

"Murong Bo is just trying to instigate a war between the Central Plains and the Khitan. It's ridiculous that the Murong Family would have a chance once the war starts."

Ji Boying said this.

A'Zhu, A'Bi, and Wang Yuyan all lowered their heads.

It is truly ridiculous.

Anyone who has read a few books and has a brain knows that's impossible.

It was less about restoring a country and more about rebelling and building a new country from scratch.

After all, besides the Murong Family, who else in the world is dreaming of such a grand dream? Who knew that there was once a Xianbei Yan State?

Of course, Murong Fu might not have had the brains, or he might have been corrupted by his father.

After all, he doesn't even read books and doesn't know many words, so it's hard to expect him to have this kind of knowledge.

A'Zhu, A'Bi, and Wang Yuyan had no doubts about Ji Boying.

The Murong Family's secret plot to restore their kingdom was indeed a secret.

Apart from their own family, no one else knew.

It seems that what Ji Boying said was indeed true.

It turns out the old master was not dead.

"What a treacherous and vicious old dog!"

Xiao Feng was so angry that he cursed loudly.

Feng Bo'e was just feeling frustrated; the truth was unclear, and he couldn't really discern anything.

Bao Butong still stubbornly wanted to continue arguing.

He had just been slapped by Ji Boying, his face was swollen, his mouth was sore, and he could hardly speak.

Xiao Feng was furious at Murong Bo's treachery, but the Beggar Gang members and the Dan Family Five Tigers present all cursed him.

Or they might insult Murong Bo, accusing him of being a wolf in sheep's clothing, treacherous and cunning.

Or perhaps they were mocking Murong Bo, saying he was overestimating himself and indulging in wishful thinking.

If it weren't for Duan Yu protecting A'Zhu, A'Bi, and Wang Yuyan, these people might have caused them trouble.

Not only out of respect for the Prince of Zhennan in Dali, but also because of him, the three girls were spared for the time being.

But Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e were not so lucky.

Xiao Feng deeply resented the Murong Family's tricks.

But firstly, he felt that Feng Bo'e was quite to his liking, and secondly, seeing the shocked looks on these people's faces, he knew that they were indeed unaware of the situation.

The hatred we have for them shouldn't be directed at them.

As for their conspiracy to overthrow the Great Song, there's no need to take it to heart.

It's really ridiculous.

Even in the countryside, there are bound to be farmers who boast that they want to be kings or rulers, or even solitary rulers.

He bestowed the title of Imperial Concubine upon all the widows and wives of all ages in the village.

He asked someone to forge a golden hoe for him to till the land.

Oh no!

I'll forge a golden hoe and keep it as a family heirloom.

To have some silver hoes made and distribute them to one's ministers, making them his tenants to till the land—that is the carefree life of an emperor.

"I have a grudge against Murong Bo, and I must avenge him. A real man knows where to settle a score and whoever is responsible. This has nothing to do with these two. Please give me, Xiao Feng, some face and don't make things difficult for them. Otherwise, people will say that we are ganging up on the weak."

Xiao Feng's words were upright and forthright.

A'Zhu was greatly impressed, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration.

The Beggar Gang' Sect members already felt indebted to Xiao Feng, so there was nothing wrong with it.

They no longer surrounded them.

Ji Boying explained the conspiracy from back then one by one.

He continued speaking to the crowd.

"Ke Baisui's death was orchestrated by Murong Bo. He coveted Ke Baisui's vast wealth and wanted to obtain the money to fund his own uprising. After being refused, he ruthlessly killed him, using the same tactic the Murong Family Returning the Other's Attack in Kind."

This put an end to something on Duan Yu's mind.

"Thank you for informing me, Great Hero Ji. I will write to my father to tell him the truth as soon as possible."

Duan Yu spoke, he glanced down at Madam Ma again.

He scratched his temple, unsure whether he should bring it up.

It seems impossible to hide it forever.

With such a major incident occurring in the Beggar Gang, it was naturally difficult to conceal.

Xiao Feng thanked Ji Boying repeatedly.

He then asked, "Shaolin Temple is so big, brother, do you know where my father is?"

After saying this, he felt embarrassed.

Many doubts have been resolved, and I can finally smile with relief.

"People are adaptable, and I'm asking too much of them. At worst, I'll just run up and down Mount Song and shout my way through it all, haha."

"Master Xiao, please be careful..."

Before Ji Boying could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a sharp, piercing sound from outside the woods.

"The Beggar Gang broke their promise and failed to arrive; it turns out they were sneaking around here!"

The two leaders of the Dayi Branch and the Dayong Branch shouted at the same time.

"Oh no, I've missed my date, and the enemy is coming for me."

"Chief, what should we do?"

Although Xiao Feng may no longer be the leader of this gang, the agreement with the Western Xia Yipintang was made by him.

Naturally, it should also have a good beginning and a good end.

He called out towards the edge of the woods, "I have already sent someone to deliver a message that this appointment will be postponed for seven days. Haven't you received the news?"

"Since an agreement has already been made, there's no such thing as postponing it!"

Suddenly, a figure flew in from outside the apricot grove.

Xiao Feng quickly jumped up and caught the man.

"Brother Xie, how are you?"

All he could see was a mangled, bloody body lying in Xiao Feng's arms.

His throat and trachea had also been severed, and blood bubbles were oozing out.

Xiao Feng quickly channeled his inner energy into Brother Xie from behind, but the effect was minimal.

"Brother Xie, I sent you to deliver the message!"

"The leader of the Dayi Branch said angrily."

"Boss, with a formidable enemy at hand, we should preserve our strength first. Thank you, brother..."

Branch Leader Jiang tried to persuade him, saying that there was no way to save Deputy Branch Leader Xie.

Xiao Feng's actions could only barely prolong his life, wasting his true energy in vain.

Ji Boying stepped forward and walked over.

With his right hand supporting the back of Deputy Branch Leader Xie, he gently lifted him forward, closing up the gaping wound.

"Miss A'Zhu, please sew it up for him."

Everyone just thought it was to leave Deputy Branch Leader Xie with a complete body, so they simply composed themselves and didn't take it seriously.

Although Deputy Branch Leader Xie was already covered in blood and gore, A'Zhu was not afraid.

He took out a sewing needle from his waist, threaded it, and sewed it up in no time.

Her slender, delicate fingers were stained with a lot of blood.

But the members of the Beggar Gang' Sect looked at this woman with gratitude.

Seeing that Deputy Branch Leader Xie was about to breathe his last, Ji Boying pressed his left index finger on Deputy Branch Leader Xie's Tanzhong Acupoint.

A faint purple aura could be seen on his face.

A stream of heat flowed from the index finger into Deputy Branch Leader Xie's meridians.

The One Yang Finger has remarkable effects on healing injuries.

However, it is more targeted at internal injuries, or injuries to the skin, flesh, lungs, and viscera.

Such a sharp weapon, however, is a case of diminishing returns.

However, Ji Boying possessed profound internal strength, had mastered the One Yang Finger Divine Skill to an exceptionally high level, and his pure Daoist Innate Purple Mist Qi also exhibited healing properties.

It draws on the strengths of many sources and incorporates the essence of the healing chapter of the Nine Yin Manual.

With his skill, even injuries from sharp weapons can be temporarily healed.

About ten breaths passed.

To everyone's surprise, Deputy Branch Leader Xie's breathing was no longer so rapid.

Unfortunately, his face was already a bloody mess, and his complexion was no longer visible.

But I always knew that things were gradually getting better.

Ji Boying released his fingers and laid the person flat on the ground.

"I used my internal energy to temporarily keep him alive. If the skin and flesh in his throat can grow back slightly within three days, his trachea can be reconnected and he can breathe freely, and his life can be saved."

"If the injuries do not recover to this extent within three days, this life force will dissipate."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was overjoyed and thanked Ji Boying profusely.

Xiao Feng clasped his fists and repeatedly praised.

"Brother Ji possesses profound inner strength and astonishing skills. His abilities are truly miraculous, capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bones. I admire you! I admire you!"

A group of Beggar Gang members, young and old, were also there, offering their compliments.

They were talking about some kind of unparalleled skill, and how he truly deserved to be called a Qi cultivator from Mount Zhongnan.

He really seems like a banished immortal.

"I... I have... medicine here..."

It was Elder Tan who struggled to his feet.

He took out a box of medicine from his pocket.

It is an incredibly effective healing medicine made from the extreme northern ice and the Xuanbing Toad.

The Beggar Gang's Sect members dared not neglect him and helped Elder Tan to his side.

Elder Tan silently applied the medicine.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard coming from all directions around the Apricot Forest.

The bugle sounded a few times.

Then eight more horses charged into the woods in two lines.

Eight men held spears, each spear bearing a small flag.

The four on the left are embroidered with the two white characters for Western Xia.

The four characters on the right are Helian (two white characters).

There are also Western Xia characters, but they are not clearly visible.

Eight more cavalrymen followed and galloped into the forest.

Four people blow horns, and four people beat drums.

They come and go like the wind, as if issuing orders on a battlefield.

Then eight more samurai entered.

Judging from their aura, each of them possessed superior martial arts skills.

The eight warriors split to the left and right.

A general in a bright red brocade robe rode his horse slowly into the forest.

He was thirty-four or thirty-five years old, with a hooked nose and a mustache.

Behind him followed a very tall man with an exceptionally large nose.

This person was about to seize the initiative.

Suddenly, they heard Qiao Feng and Ji Boying snort at the same time.

A soft hum, yet it contained immense internal strength.

Although the sound wasn't loud, it felt like a drumbeat in everyone's hearts.

My heart skipped a beat.

It was only because Xiao Feng and Ji Boying weren't targeting them that their hearts skipped a beat.

Then look at those Western Xia people, how wretched they are.

The warhorse bucked wildly, and the knight felt dizzy.

The arrogant general was also terrified and fell off his horse.