In October, the weather in the south is cool and pleasant, but the weather in the northwest is cold to the bone, and people can't help but want to find a wine shop to drink a few sips of warm wine, so the small wine shop near the pass in Fengyun Town, Shanxi Province is once again crowded with customers.

It is rare for people to go out to drink in such cold weather, so among the guests of the small wine shop, there are drunkards with disheveled hair and unable to see their faces, old storytellers with gray hair and blue clothes, and lovely girls with two beautiful black and big braids.

It is also indispensable to hang knives and carry guns, but sit around a table like a few fleeing mice, looking around the five men and one woman.

Of course, it is indispensable to shake off his hands every day, sit quietly in the corner and drink the light fragrance and long aftertaste of the apricot blossom brewed Baimu Mansion.

"Grandpa, what are the recent major events on the rivers and lakes, can you tell your little granddaughter?"

As soon as noon came, the liquor shop suddenly fell silent, and most of the regular customers looked at the old man in blue and the girl with pigtails sitting in the center of the liquor shop.

And the pigtailed girl saw everyone's eyes, and asked the old man in blue with curiosity very familiarly.

As soon as the pigtailed girl's words came out, she instantly showed her identity with the old man in blue, a pair of storytellers.

"Haha, little granddaughter, grandpa really has a fresh and tense big event, I guarantee to make you satisfied. ”

The old man in the blue suit held a dry tobacco stick in his hand, and first took a puff with a look of enjoyment, and then said to the pigtailed girl with a smile.

"Oh, what's new and exciting?" the pigtailed girl looked again with an impatient curiosity.

"Hehe, little granddaughter, have you heard of 'Li Xunhuan'?" As soon as the old man in blue clothes said this, the faces of all the guests in the entire wine shop changed at the same time, and then, instead of listening to him, he despised it.

Even the granddaughter of the old man in blue said to him with a look of contempt: "Of course I have heard of it, the famous little Li Feidao who is righteous and squandering money, and even ambushed the evil plum blossom raptor Xiaoyun a year ago, and then disappeared Li Xunhuan! But grandpa, you have told this story of Li Xunhuan not ten times but eight times, you don't bother your granddaughter!"

"Okay, okay, since this Li Xunhuan is tired of listening to his granddaughter, then grandpa won't talk about it. Grandpa said another, flying swordsman!, have you heard of it?" the old man in blue first admitted his mistake like a doter, and then said another name with admiration.

However, the pigtailed girl still looked disdainful: "Xiao Li Tanhua's brother of life and death, the flying swordsman Ah Fei, I heard that his swordsmanship is fast, not inferior to the famous Ximen Blowing Snow on the rivers and lakes, but since he beheaded the accomplices of the plum blossom thieves a year ago, he and Ding Lingling, the new flower girl of the Drunken Immortal Building in Niujiazhuang, have returned to the countryside, and rarely appear on the rivers and lakes!"

"Grandpa, you've said this flying swordsman no less than eight times, can't you say something big today that your granddaughter hasn't heard of, big shot?"

"Hehe! This grandpa has also said it? Then today grandpa is really talking about a big man that his granddaughter has never heard of--Bai Mu!

As soon as the old man in blue said this, before the braided girl showed a look of contempt or curiosity, the five men and one woman sitting around the table suddenly changed their faces, and they were as frightened as six frightened rabbits, and the wine glass in their hands fell unconsciously.

Even a slender man who had just stepped into the liquor store at this time was suddenly terrified, goosebumps all over his body, and he turned around and fled for his life without thinking about it.

"Bai Mu, grandpa, is this Bai Mu the owner of the Ancient Dragon Martial Arts Pavilion in Fengyun Town, Bai Mu, but isn't this Bai Mu the owner of the First Martial Arts Pavilion, what kind of big man is he?"

Hiss!

The pigtailed girl frowned as if she didn't understand, but she didn't want her to say this, and a series of inhalations sounded from the wine shop.

A year ago, it was understandable that you didn't know Bai Mu, after all, except for Shanxi, few people had heard of him, but after a year, you hadn't heard of Bai Mu, so you could only say that you were really not suitable for mixing in this river and lake.

"Haha, little granddaughter, this Bai Mu is the owner of a martial arts hall, yes, but he is not only a martial arts hall owner, he is also a senior monk of Shaolin Temple's heart lake, heart eyebrows, heart pets, heart lamps and other heart characters a year ago, eighteen bronze Arhats, one hundred and eight warrior monks of the Heaven and Earth Net Array, and a total of three hundred and eighty-four monks. ”

"Not only that, Shaolin Temple has been on the rivers and lakes to make a good fate, countless heroes and heroes have received the favor of Shaolin Temple, they suddenly heard that Shaolin suffered this great misfortune, have gone to Henan, in the Shaolin lay disciple of the Shaolin master bitter gourd master who escaped a disaster, in the name of slaying demons and demons want to ambush the owner of the Baimu Pavilion on the road from Henan to Shanxi. ”

"But I don't want to, their move made the owner of the Baimu Pavilion angry, not only killed them, but also returned to the Shaolin Temple once, met the Buddha and demolished the Buddha, met people and killed people, and killed the Shaolin Temple, which was a river of blood!"

"You say, is this White Wood Pavilion Master a big man?"

At first, the pigtailed girl still had a mischievous smile, but as the old man in blue said, the smile on her face that had long been absent was occupied by horror, and as the old man talked more and more, the horror on her face became more and more.

"Poof, grandpa, this Shaolin monk is innumerable, all of them have unfathomable martial arts, how can he not be able to defeat a martial arts hall master?"

The horror on the braided girl's face suddenly disappeared with a mischievous smile, and women, whether big or small, seemed to be born with acting skills, which were extraordinarily exquisite.

When the blue-dressed old man heard his granddaughter ask, he first looked at him, took a deep breath of dry smoke, and then exclaimed: "I heard that the foundation of this ancient dragon martial arts hall is a peerless hard skill called the iron cloth body, and this white wood pavilion master can kill hundreds of first-class internal and external skills and more than a dozen masters with supreme internal skills, obviously a hard skill has reached the congenital, and has become the second innate martial artist in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, except for Bodhidharma!"

"This Baimu Pavilion Master seems to be only about forty years old, and he has already been born in the flesh, and has achieved achievements that no one has been able to achieve for hundreds of years, he is really the only peerless master like Xiang Yu of Western Chu through the ages!"

"Grandpa, I think not only this Baimu Pavilion Master is unique through the ages, but his martial arts hall peerless iron cloth body should also be comparable to or even far superior to the Shaolin Golden Bell Jar, so that this Baimu can already prove that his flesh is innate at a young age!"

The mischievous girl with pigtails suddenly exclaimed with a rare seriousness.

"Haha, little granddaughter, you're right! So, since the battle of Shaolin in Henan, although the people in the martial arts are afraid of this Baimu Pavilion master like gods and demons, they are more likely to worship this ancient dragon martial arts hall one after another, worship under this Baimu Gate, and learn this peerless hard skill!"

"And the owner of the Baimu Pavilion is even more refusal, and his merits are not hidden, so the people in the martial arts also respect him like a god and a demon!"

The old man in the blue suit said with emotion.

"Don't you refuse to come?"

As soon as the blue-suited old man said this, the six warriors of the five men and one woman sitting around the table suddenly glanced at each other, and then breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, as if they had a solution to the crisis of fleeing like mice.

"Gods and demons, people who can't even fully control their own bodies dare to compare themselves to gods and demons?"

In the corner, Shiraki couldn't help but laugh at himself.

A year ago, after Bai Mu and Niu 13 killed Shaomu Mountain from Shaolin Temple, they originally planned to go back to Shanxi to plant his fields, but they didn't want to be ambushed by hundreds of first-class masters led by a few monks on the way.

Originally, it was just an ambush, with the strength of Bai Mu and Niu Thirteen, it was just an easy thing to fight back, but I didn't want to, among the monks who took the lead, there would actually be an ascetic, an ascetic who specializes in Buddhist meditation.

Under the monk's "Amitabha", a golden light entered Bai Mu's mind with the sound of the Buddha's chant, and then a Buddha statue appeared in Bai Mu's mind, and then, a prohibition deeply imprinted in the depths of Bai Mu's flesh and blood broke out.

Then Bai Mu could only watch "himself" kill, and then return the same way, meet the Buddha statue in the Shaolin Temple, destroy the Buddha statue, and kill the bald head when he encounters a bald head.

With the bald head killed, Shiraki can once again gain control of the physical body.

"Forbidden, kill the Buddha, it seems that the cause and effect involved in this body that I took away is not small!"

In the corner, while drinking a little wine, Bai Mu, who slowly felt "no" a trace of abnormal flesh, secretly guessed.

"Hehe, gods and demons? In this Jianghu, except for Shangguan Jinhong, the leader of my money gang, who dares to claim that his martial arts are superb and that he is comparable to gods and demons?"

Just as Bai Mu was secretly observing his body, a sneer came from far and near, accompanied by the wind and snow.