Why did Murong Bo do this?
Qiao Feng said.
"He wanted to restore the Great Yan Dynasty."
Fang Chen glanced at A Zhu and said, "You can ask A Zhu for the reason."
Seeing Qiao Feng looking over, A'Zhu said, "Brother Qiao, my young master's only wish is to restore the Great Yan Dynasty. This is the grand ambition of the Murong family for generations."
"Brother Qiao should know that chaotic times are the best time to establish a country. Although we are not in a peaceful time now, it is really too difficult to restore the Great Yan."
"Therefore, Murong Bo painstakingly created hatred between the Central Plains and the Liao, Tibet and other neighboring countries, and your father and mother happened to be there and became victims."
Fang Chen slowly recounted what he knew.
"Thank you, Brother Fang, for revealing the truth and saving A'Zhu. I will remember your great kindness."
After listening to Fang Chen's words, many of Qiao Feng's questions gradually became clear.
At this moment, he wished he could rush to Shaolin Temple immediately to find his father and Murong Bo.
"You're welcome, you're welcome!"
Fang Chen waved to Qiao Feng, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, "Brother Qiao, how about we talk outside?"
Here, there are Duan Zhengchun, Ruan Xingzhu, and others. Fang Chen feels it would be better to discuss things privately with Qiao Feng.
Upon hearing Fang Chen's words, Qiao Feng was taken aback, but immediately made a generous gesture of invitation. "Please!"
Three miles away from Mirror Lake Lodge, there is a small hill.
"Brother Fang, Qiao Feng is very grateful for your kindness, but this Yi Jin Jing was stolen from Shaolin Temple by A Zhu. I will have to return it when the time is right." Qiao Feng stood on the small hill, looking at Fang Chen with a troubled expression.
You won't agree?
Fang Chen was his benefactor, so he should agree; after all, the manual wasn't his.
"Brother Qiao, I really enjoy collecting martial arts techniques. I want to learn all the martial arts techniques in the world."
Fang Chen smiled faintly. "I know the Yi Jin Jing is on you. I don't want your book. How about I look at it for three days? After three days, I'll return it to you?"
Seeing Qiao Feng's resolute attitude, Fang Chen decided to settle for second best.
Three days?
Qiao Feng's eyes lit up upon hearing this; this method might work.
Whether Fang Chen can understand it in three days is still a question.
Qiao Feng knew that it was written in Sanskrit. If he didn't understand Sanskrit, it would take him at least three days, or even three months, to decipher it!
In this way, Fang Chen was given an explanation.
After all, he had saved A'Zhu's life; otherwise, A'Zhu would have been blown to pieces by his own palm strike.
"Yes, three days is enough."
Fang Chen nodded.
In the original drama, the Yi Jin Jing is written in Sanskrit, which he already knew.
However, You Tanzhi's learning of the Yi Jin Jing was entirely by chance. This book was made of a special material that needed to be soaked in water before the images of monks practicing on the pages would appear.
When the time comes, I'll use my phone to film a video of the monks' diagrams and meridian routes in the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic), and study it slowly when I get back.
"Alright, I'll wait here for three days, and then I'll go to Shaolin."
After Qiao Feng finished speaking, he handed Fang Chen a yellowed booklet and said, "Brother Fang, this is the Yi Jin Jing. As for the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, it's not that I'm unwilling to pass it on to you, but this set of palm techniques is the Beggar Clan's trump card. Please don't make things difficult for me."
At this moment, Qiao Feng spoke sincerely.
Hearing Qiao Feng's resolute tone, Fang Chen thought for a moment and asked, "Brother Qiao, after you and A'Zhu avenge your great enemy, are you going to leave the Central Plains and head to the Liao Dynasty?"
"good!"
Qiao Feng nodded, a rare softening expression appearing on his rugged face.
“Brother Qiao, how about this? You and your little A'Zhu have gone to the Great Grasslands, wouldn’t the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms be lost?” Fang Chen said slowly. “Now that you’ve broken with the Beggars’ Sect, how do you plan to pass this palm technique on to them?”
"this"
Qiao Feng remained silent for a moment.
Fang Chen is right. He had been expelled from the Beggars' Sect. How could he possibly have the face to go back?
In this way, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms could not be passed on to the next gang leader.
"Brother Qiao, how about this: you pass on the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to me, and I will teach it to the Beggar Clan. This way, you will face the Beggar Clan less, and I will also learn the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, so it won't be considered passing on the palm technique to outsiders."
"What Brother Fang said makes a lot of sense."
Qiao Feng gazed at the distant sky and said, "The Khitans and Han Chinese will always be on opposing sides. I will pass on the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to you, and you will be the one to teach it to the next leader of the Beggars' Sect!"
"Brother Qiao, rest assured, Fang Chen will definitely keep his promise!"
"Brother Fang, this palm technique is very powerful and expansive. Your body is very strong, so it would be best for you to practice this palm technique."