On the other hand, Qiao Feng had made a decision and was not worried. After explaining a few things to the elders of the Beggars' Sect, he rushed to Songshan.

He is the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and he can travel to various places to eat and stay. So in less than a day, he came to the foot of Songshan Mountain and walked radially to Shaoshi Mountain. This was where he lived when he was a teenager, and the scenery everywhere was full of old acquaintances.

Since he became the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the Beggars' Sect has been the largest gang in the world. The Shaolin Sect is the largest gang in the martial arts world. The leader of the Beggars' Sect came to Shaolin and was shocked by various rituals. Therefore, he never came back and only sent people to offer food and clothing to his parents and mentors every year to greet him.

At this time, he came back to his hometown and thought of the mystery of his life experience, which could be revealed within one or two hours. Even though he was calm and composed, he couldn't help but feel worried.

His old residence was next to a hillside in the sun of Shaoshi Mountain. Qiao Feng quickly turned the hillside and saw a grass hat and a teapot under the jujube tree next to the vegetable garden. The handle of the teapot was broken. Qiao Feng recognized it as his father Qiao Sanhuai, and suddenly felt a warm feeling in his chest.

"Dad is diligent and frugal. This broken teapot has been used for decades, but he still can't bear to throw it away."

When I saw the jujube tree, I remembered that whenever the dates were ripe when they were in childhood, my father always carried his little hand and hit the dates. The red dates were full and cracked, sweet and juicy. Since leaving my hometown, I have never tasted such delicious dates again.

Qiao Feng thought to himself.

"Even if they are not my biological parents, they will never repay me for my kindness. No matter what the truth of my life experience, I will never change my name."

He walked to the three earthen houses and saw a bamboo mat outside the house full of dried vegetables, and a hen led a group of chickens to eat among the grass. He couldn't help but smile.

"Tonight my mother will kill the chicken to cook and treat her son whom she hasn't seen for a long time."

He shouted.

"Dad! Mom! The child is back."

He screamed twice, but he didn't hear the response, thinking.

"Ah, yes, the second old man's ears are deaf and he can't hear them."

He pushed open the door and stepped in. He put the table, bench, plows, rakes and hoes in the hall, as if he was the same as when he left home, but there was no one.

Qiao Feng shouted twice.

"Dad! Mom!"

Still not listening to the response, he was slightly surprised and muttered to himself.

"We've all gone there!"

He looked at a picture in the bedroom and was shocked. He saw that everything in the room was as old as before, but he did not see Qiao's father and mother.

Qiao Feng rushed in and searched everywhere, but still couldn't find Qiao's father and mother.

Qiao Feng's mind was confused.

"My parents are honest and honest farmers and women, how could they disappear strangely? That's because of me. When my elder brother reminded me before, I should have come back overnight. I am really..."

He looked carefully in the three rooms, in front, behind, and on the roof, to find out what kind of person the murderer was. But the attacker did not even leave any footprints. Qiao Feng's face was covered with tears, and the more he thought about it, he became sadder and couldn't help crying loudly.

I only cried for a moment, and suddenly I heard someone say behind me.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that we're one step late."

Qiao Feng turned around and saw that there were four middle-aged monks, dressed in Shaolin Temple.

Although Qiao Feng had learned art in the Shaolin School, Master Xuanku, who taught him martial arts, came to his house to teach in the middle of the night, so he did not know any monks in Shaolin Temple. He was sad at this time, and even though he saw outsiders, he could not hold back his tears.

On the other hand, Qiao Feng had made a decision and was not worried. After explaining a few things to the elders of the Beggars' Sect, he rushed to Songshan.

He is the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and he can travel to various places to eat and stay. So in less than a day, he came to the foot of Songshan Mountain and walked radially to Shaoshi Mountain. This was where he lived when he was a teenager, and the scenery everywhere was full of old acquaintances.

Since he became the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the Beggars' Sect has been the largest gang in the world. The Shaolin Sect is the largest gang in the martial arts world. The leader of the Beggars' Sect came to Shaolin and was shocked by various rituals. Therefore, he never came back and only sent people to offer food and clothing to his parents and mentors every year to greet him.

At this time, he came back to his hometown and thought of the mystery of his life experience, which could be revealed within one or two hours. Even though he was calm and composed, he couldn't help but feel worried.

His old residence was next to a hillside in the sun of Shaoshi Mountain. Qiao Feng quickly turned the hillside and saw a grass hat and a teapot under the jujube tree next to the vegetable garden. The handle of the teapot was broken. Qiao Feng recognized it as his father Qiao Sanhuai, and suddenly felt a warm feeling in his chest.

"Dad is diligent and frugal. This broken teapot has been used for decades, but he still can't bear to throw it away."

When I saw the jujube tree, I remembered that whenever the dates were ripe when they were in childhood, my father always carried his little hand and hit the dates. The red dates were full and cracked, sweet and juicy. Since leaving my hometown, I have never tasted such delicious dates again.

Qiao Feng thought to himself.

"Even if they are not my biological parents, they will never repay me for my kindness. No matter what the truth of my life experience, I will never change my name."

He walked to the three earthen houses and saw a bamboo mat outside the house full of dried vegetables, and a hen led a group of chickens to eat among the grass. He couldn't help but smile.

"Tonight my mother will kill the chicken to cook and treat her son whom she hasn't seen for a long time."

He shouted.

"Dad! Mom! The child is back."

He screamed twice, but he didn't hear the response, thinking.

"Ah, yes, the second old man's ears are deaf and he can't hear them."

He pushed open the door and stepped in. He put the table, bench, plows, rakes and hoes in the hall, as if he was the same as when he left home, but there was no one.

Qiao Feng shouted twice.

"Dad! Mom!"

Still not listening to the response, he was slightly surprised and muttered to himself.

"We've all gone there!"

He looked at a picture in the bedroom and was shocked. He saw that everything in the room was as old as before, but he did not see Qiao's father and mother.

Qiao Feng rushed in and searched everywhere, but still couldn't find Qiao's father and mother.

Qiao Feng's mind was confused.

"My parents are honest and honest farmers and women, how could they disappear strangely? That's because of me. When my elder brother reminded me before, I should have come back overnight. I am really..."

He looked carefully in the three rooms, in front, behind, and on the roof, to find out what kind of person the murderer was. But the attacker did not even leave any footprints. Qiao Feng's face was covered with tears, and the more he thought about it, he became sadder and couldn't help crying loudly.

I only cried for a moment, and suddenly I heard someone say behind me.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that we're one step late."

Qiao Feng turned around and saw that there were four middle-aged monks, dressed in Shaolin Temple.

Although Qiao Feng had learned art in the Shaolin School, Master Xuanku, who taught him martial arts, came to his house to teach in the middle of the night, so he did not know any monks in Shaolin Temple. He was sad at this time, and even though he saw outsiders, he could not hold back his tears.

He looked carefully in the three rooms, in front, behind, and on the roof, to find out what kind of person the murderer was. But the attacker did not even leave any footprints. Qiao Feng's face was covered with tears, and the more he thought about it, he became sadder and couldn't help crying loudly.

I only cried for a moment, and suddenly I heard someone say behind me.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that we're one step late."
Chapter completed!