Xu Chongxiao was furious. He just knew that the young man in front of him was no match for him. Even though his eyes were filled with fire, he had no choice but to turn around and scold: "Qiao Feng, you are still not the leader of the Beggar Clan. How can you allow a thief to slander me like a beggar at this time?" Help the elder clear his name!"
"If this madman is allowed to leave safely today, then our beggar gang will become a laughing stock in the world!"
At this time, Xu Chongxiao didn't care enough to overthrow Qiao Feng. If Jingzhou was allowed to continue talking, his reputation would be ruined for half his life.
People in the martial arts world have always valued their reputation more than their lives. If anyone knew about the dirty things between him and Kang Min, he didn't have to think about what would happen to him.
Feeling that it was not safe, Xu Chongxiao shouted loudly: "Disciples of the Beggar Clan, listen to the order and capture the thief in front of you!" He was worried, but he was seriously ill and sought medical treatment indiscriminately.
It's just that at this time, all the disciples of the Beggar Clan had been tortured by the previous music, as if they were recovering from a serious illness. Their whole bodies were sore and weak. Even though Xu Chongxiao shouted urgently, few of them picked up weapons, as fiercely as before. Step forward and surround Jing Zhou.
Qiao Feng shouted loudly: "Wait a minute, we, the disciples of the Beggar Clan, must act openly and aboveboard. We will never do anything bad in our lives. No matter what the infringement or frame-up is, we have nothing to fear!"
Jingzhou sighed: "It's a pity. I'm afraid there are only a few people from Gang Leader Qiao who act openly and aboveboard. How many people in this world can escape selfishness?"
Duan Yu nodded after hearing this, feeling that what Mr. Jing said was true. In his opinion, except for his eldest brother Qiao Feng, the other people in the Beggar Clan were like bears, not even as good as Mr. Bao San. , at least Bao BuTong will not use these despicable conspiracy methods.
Jing Zhou briefly scanned the letter in his hand, then threw it towards Qiao Feng, and said: "This is the reason why they rebelled against you today. Gang Leader Qiao, please read it yourself."
The letter, which was so light and weightless, was thrown by Jing Zhou, as if it had turned into a hidden weapon. It was like a long sword thrusting sharply, making a sound of breaking through the air. However, when it reached Qiao Feng, his strength Then it softened and returned to the ordinary letter paper it had been before.
Jingzhou's move was so fast that Zhiguang and the others had no time to stop him. They watched Qiao Feng open the letter.
"Good work!"
Qiao Feng gave a big compliment.
Qiao Feng was also able to lift something as light as it was heavy, and to injure people with vegetation. However, the strength of his back hand was softened. If he wanted to use it, he would not be as free as Jing Zhou.
"Let me see what made the Beggar Clan become like this!"
Opening the envelope, Qiao Feng took out the letter. He believed that he had never made any mistakes in major matters. Even if he occasionally disagreed with a group of elders on small matters, it would not be the case that the elders would gang up on him.
The more Qiao Feng watched, the more shocked he became. When he reached the back, his body was already trembling, and his whole body seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
Naturally, he recognized the handwriting on the letter. It was written by his master Wang Jiantong. However, how could he believe the content of the letter? How could he be a Khitan Huru even though he was a Han Chinese?
But this letter happened to be written by his master.
Qiao Feng tilted his body, staggered back a few steps, and then suddenly came to Zhiguang and asked in a trembling voice: "Master Zhiguang, what is said in this letter... is it all true?"
At this time, Qiao Feng had already believed seventy-eight percent of the content in the letter. If his identity had not changed, how could those Beggar Clan disciples who respected him in the past turn against him?
What's more, everything can be faked, except Wang Jiantong's handwriting.
If he hadn't been a Khitan, why would Wang Jiantong have left such a letter?
Qiao Feng's heart ached and tears burst into his eyes.
"Amitabha", Zhiguang bowed his head and said the Buddha's name, and then said: "The content in the letter is of course true. Alas, the sin of killing is too serious, the sin of killing is too serious! I did something wrong back then!"
Qiao Feng grabbed Zhiguang's neck and said tremblingly: "No! No! You are talking nonsense! I...I..."
He opened his eyes wide, stared at Jingzhou and asked, "Mr. Jing also thinks that I, Qiao Feng, am not a Han Chinese?"
Jingzhou said slowly: "Since Brother Qiao has made a decision in his heart, why do you need to ask me?"
"There are scoundrels among Han people, and there are good people among Khitan people. No matter you, Qiao Feng, are Khitan or Han, you are still Qiao Feng. Can you still kill Han people at will because you are a Khitan and have changed your temper?"
"Besides, among the people living in the Song Dynasty, only Gang Leader Qiao is not a Han Chinese? That Gusu Nan Murong, as far as I know, is from Xianbei."
"What? Master Murong is actually from Xianbei?"
"This...how is this possible?"
At this time, there was a commotion in the forest. The two most famous among the younger generation of Song Dynasty Wulin were actually from foreign races.
Wang Yuyan was stunned. She didn't expect that the Taoist master would involve her cousin again.
She deliberately wanted to defend Murong Fu a few words, but when she thought of Murong Fu rushing around all day to restore the country, she sighed quietly and suppressed her thoughts.
Abi and A'Zhu had different expressions. They heard the discussion in the forest, but they didn't know what to do.
Duan Yu was the only one who wanted to cheer loudly. He thought to himself: "Is this just beating up a drowned dog?"
At this time, Shi Shiyu finally discovered that Mr. Murong, who was like a phoenix egg, was not really like the phoenix above the nine heavens.
Jing Zhou asked, "Does Brother Qiao have a wolf head tattoo on his chest?"
Qiao Feng looked shocked and said in surprise: "How did Mr. Jing find out?"
Except for Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, no one else knows about this wolf head tattoo.
Although Qiao Feng was shocked, he still held on to his last hope and said, "Even if Qiao has a wolf head tattoo on his chest, what does it mean? There are more than tens of thousands of people with tattoos in this world!"
At this time, it was very fashionable to have flowers tattooed on the body. Even among the Beggar Clan, many disciples had patterns on their bodies.
Jingzhou said: "This wolf head tattoo is the symbol of the Khitan tribe. Whenever a child is born in the tribe and is not allowed to be one year old, the parents will stab the wolf head on his chest."
"What's more, as far as I know, there are still inscriptions on the stone wall outside Yanmen Pass, recording what happened back then. If Brother Qiao doesn't believe it, you will understand if you go and take a look."
Although Qiao Feng only met Jingzhou once, he trusted him immensely. When he heard what he said, all the last doubts in Qiao Feng's mind were dispelled.
There was no reason for people like Mr. Jing to lie to him.
Qiao Feng thrust the dog-beating stick from his waist into the ground and said loudly: "Brothers, until this matter is found out, I, Qiao Feng, can no longer be the leader of the Beggar Clan!"
"Since there is evidence outside Yanmen Pass, Qiao Feng will go and find out!"
Wu Changfeng and others let out a long sigh. Although they were reluctant to let Qiao Feng leave, they also knew that the justice of the family and the country would not allow a foreigner to do anything the leader of the Beggar Clan could do. . .
