The martial arts of the heavens start from Wudang

Hearing this, the woman clasped her hands together, smiled and said softly: "There is a Buddha in my heart, so it doesn't matter who I worship."

Dai Daojin took a deep look at her, and nodded with a smile: "The teacher is right, she is pretending."

The woman led Dai Daojin to the hall and asked him to sit down.

He brought the teapot and poured Dai Daojin a bowl of tea.

Dai Daojin put the knife aside, picked up the bowl and took a sip, seemingly casually said: "The master walks with a calm gait, it is obvious that he has kung fu in his body, it is unexpected that he can meet a master in this mountain and wild."

The woman who had turned to leave paused, turned to look at Dai Daojin, and said quietly: "The poor nun used to practice some fists and kicks before, but I haven't used them for a long time, and I don't even remember them."

Dai Daojin put down the bowl, and said with a smile: "Back then, Guihai Bailian used a sword to run rampant in the world. His wife Lu Huanong, the 72nd Road Jade Girl Sword, was also a woman who would not give way to a man, and she was not much weaker than her husband."

"It's a pity, it's only been 18 years, and the world will no longer see the 'Xiong Dominator' sword technique and the 72-way Jade Girl Sword. It's really a pity."

Immediately, looking at the woman, he smiled and said, "Madam Guihai, do you think so?"

Lu Huanong lowered his eyes and said silently, "It's okay if you don't see it. Swords and swords are all murderous weapons, which are contrary to what Buddhism holds. Every time they appear, they are accompanied by murder. It's better to disappear forever."

Dai Daojin nodded: "It's reasonable, but it is always the effort of the predecessors. It would be a pity if it was put away like this, and the treasures were left in the dust. It would be a pity if they were lost."

After hearing this, Lu Huanong remained silent, but the prayer beads in his hand turned a little faster.

Dai Daojin stood up, looked at the bamboo forest outside the house, and did not speak.

After a while, Lu Huanong couldn't help but said, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Dai Daojin turned to look at her and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, what I do here, in fact, Mrs. Guihai understands when she thinks about it. Back then, Guihai Bailian died strangely. According to legend, it was Qilinzi, Jian Jingfeng, and Liaokong. But Mrs. Gui Hai never thought of avenging her husband, which is really puzzling."

"Could it be..."

Lu Huanong clasped his hands together and sighed: "Amitabha, looking at the age of the benefactor, the deceased husband should have no friendship with you. Why do you have to force the old woman so hard?"

Dai Daojin waved his hand, "Mrs. Guihai, don't get me wrong. Back then, you righteously exterminated your relatives and killed a demon who couldn't control himself. I admire you a little. I don't have any friendship with my esteemed husband, and I didn't come here to avenge him."

The Buddhist bead in Lu Huanong's hand trembled, and after a long silence, he said softly: "You really know what happened back then..."

After a moment of silence, Lu Huanong's voice was filled with a plea: "Your Excellency, can you not tell me about this?"

Dai Daojin nodded and said: "Gui Hai Yi Dao, the secret agent of Hulong Villa, no problem."

Lu Huanong breathed a sigh of relief, she was not greedy for life and afraid of death, but her son Yi Dao, the purpose of martial arts since childhood was to avenge his father, if he knew that his mother killed his father, he would collapse.

Dai Daojin said the purpose of this trip, "Mrs. Guihai, this kind of sword technique that dominates the world is extremely sinister and evil. It is very easy to go crazy and fall into the devil's way when you practice it. You don't want to see your son practicing this kind of sword. Fa, become neither human nor ghost."

"If you don't hand it over to me, how about it?"

Lu Huanong shook his head, and said solemnly: "Since your Excellency knows that martial arts are magic arts, practitioners can't control themselves and will fall into the devil's way, why are you looking for it? Besides, since the death of my deceased husband, there is really no sword technique left. Down."

She said these words for the benefit of the young man in front of her. She didn't want the young man to go astray and another monster appear in the world.If she hadn't been unable to see through this young man, and this young man gave her a dangerous feeling, she would have persuaded him by force.

Dai Daojin naturally knew that Lu Huanong didn't know the sword technique at all, otherwise she would have been destroyed long ago.

So he said: "Can I let you take a look at your husband's relics?"

Lu Huanong couldn't help it, this young man had a mysterious background, he seemed to know a lot of things, and his martial arts were advanced, so she sighed, and could only say: "Follow me."

In the room, Lu Huanong took out some clothes, pointed at them and said, "These are the relics left by him, the others are thrown away, even these have been searched by my child countless times, there is no secret book on sword skills at all. "

Dai Daojin squatted down, stretched out his hand to turn it over, squeezed it carefully, and under Lu Huanong's surprised eyes, tore off one of the clothes, took out a piece of cloth from it, spread it out for a look, and the first thing that came into view was The only one was "A Bi Dao San Dao" in big bold characters, I didn't read much, and immediately put it in my arms.

Then he took the clothes again, walked out of the bamboo house, and went to the courtyard, where a pile of flames rose.

Seeing his movement, Lu Huanong, who was following behind him, hurriedly stopped him and said, "Stop, benefactor, this clothing is very important, so it can't be burned."

Dai Daojin waved his hand, "Don't worry, it won't burn."

He then held the clothes flat and put them on the fire to roast. After a while, under the gaze of the two, some writings and patterns appeared on the clothes.

Dai Daojin made a silent note, returned the clothes to Lu Huanong, and reminded: "If Mrs. Guihai doesn't want your son to practice this saber technique, it's better to dispose of the clothes, otherwise he will find out sooner or later."

Lu Huanong held the clothes tightly in his hands and did not speak.

Dai Daojin turned around and went into the house, picked up the long knife, saw Lu Huanong who was still standing in front of the fire, and smiled inexplicably: "Madam Guihai, although I have adopted your husband's sword technique, it can still be regarded as saving your son. "

What he said was not wrong. Guihai Yidao's later period was miserable, his mother died tragically, his lover passed away, and he became disabled. It all started from this sword technique that dominated the world. Now that this sword technique has been taken away by him, Guihai Yidao cannot Practice it, and naturally avoid the tragedy that follows.

Lu Huanon didn't understand what he meant.

Immediately, Dai Daojin suddenly thought of something, and said to Lu Huanong: "Mrs. Guihai, when your husband Guihai Bailian died, the waiter at the inn saw the scene at that time, although he didn't see you kill Guihai Bailian with his own eyes. , but saw Qi Linzi, Jian Jingfeng and Liao Kong carrying the corpse of their husband away."

Lu Huanong was startled, she is also a smart woman, knowing that her son entrusted Zhang Jinjiu, the number one detective in the world, to investigate the cause of his father's death, if he finds out about Xiaoer...

Dai Daojin raised the long knife in Yang's hand, and said with a light smile, "It's my compensation for using the knife technique. I'll take care of the waiter's affairs."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Lu Huanon looked at the mysterious man's back, then looked down at the clothes in his hands, thought for a while, with sad eyes, and threw the clothes in his hands casually, which just landed on the still burning fire.

"Crackling" flames rose, and the clothes curled up.

The rustling sound among the bamboo groves slowly covered up a sigh and that "Amitabha".

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