"If this is known to the people of the Iron Sword Gate, this fortune teller will never see the sun the next day."

Lu Yuan didn't think that the people of the Iron Sword Sect would let go of those who slandered his head and the reputation of the sect.

Although this fortune teller only forced two bad words and cheap behavior.

But you have to know, who are those people who are messing around?

Don't look at the Iron Sword Gate on the surface, it is a famous and decent family, a righteous person on the rivers and lakes, and he also does some things to eliminate evil and defend the road on weekdays to decorate the façade.

But at the end of the day, they're all outlaws who kill people for a living.

Otherwise, how did the Black Wolves come about?

"So this fortune teller either wants to die and wants to die. Either they have the confidence and are not afraid of the retaliation of the Iron Sword Gate, so they deliberately said so. After Lu Yuan was stunned for a short time, he slowly came back to his senses.

Then, he stared at the fortune teller, looking left and right, up and down, and could not see the slightest hint of wanting to die early.

So the other party said that on purpose?

So what is his purpose? Was it instigated?

New doubts have arisen.

But the fortune teller didn't mean to give him an answer, and when everyone in the hall was stunned, and even some people felt a little angry, this person continued: "So in that day's battle, Mo Baichuan didn't win Fang Tianying at all.

Not only did he not win, but when he fought against Fang Tianying, Mo Baichuan also suffered a big loss.

In a few encounters, Mo Baichuan was found by Fang Tianying, and was directly seriously injured, and most of his life was lost, and he was completely wasted. ”

The fortune teller continues to output his violent theories.

Someone next to him couldn't help it, and immediately got up and slapped the table and said, "Nonsense, what kind of person is Master Mo?" Just one Fang Tianying, how can He De defeat Master Mo? Not to mention wounded. ”

Tiejianmen has been deeply cultivated in Luling Mansion for many years, and it is intertwined with the local area, and I don't know how many interest relationships have been established.

Even in this remote Yangmei Town, there are also many people who have a cooperative relationship with the Iron Sword Gate.

At this time, seeing someone slandering Mo Zhangmen like this, some people suddenly couldn't bear it.

In fact, not to mention these people who have interests, they are other people who have no entanglement with the Iron Sword Gate, and at this time, they are also secretly frowning and dissatisfied with the fortune teller.

They didn't love the Iron Sword Gate very much.

Mainly because Tiejianmen, as the head signboard of the rivers and lakes of Luling Mansion, has always been the face of the rivers and lakes, and it has previously taken on the responsibility of fighting against the Black Wind Thieves.

Although it is not very good, and even a little pulled, it is also my own person and I am doing things.

Therefore, many people are also a little angry at this fortune teller who slanders his local façade.

At this time, in addition to the people who came up to refute, there were a few people who looked at the fortune teller with bad faces, quite a bit if you dared to say it, you would start beating people.

However, in the face of everyone's "threatening" eyes, the fortune teller was not afraid at all, and confronted the person who retorted: "You say I'm talking nonsense, then let me ask you, since the duel in Xianguling that day, have you heard of Mo Baichuan's movements on the rivers and lakes?"

The surname Mo is only in his forties, and at this age, he is barely in the prime of life, so he can't even move, right?

But he is the head of the faction, and he hasn't done anything for more than two years, what do you think is the situation? ”

Everyone in the hall was stunned when they heard this.

Then I thought about it carefully, it seems that in the past two years, I really haven't heard much about the deeds of Master Mo.

This is something that is not normal.

As the first person in the martial arts of Luling Mansion, Mo Baichuan needs to deal with a lot of communication, whether it is on the rivers and lakes or on the official face.

In the past, after a few months, everyone could always hear what big things Master Mo had done and what big people he had seen.

But in the past two years, all this news has disappeared.

Could it be that Master Mo was really injured by that Fang Tianying?

I haven't moved for the past two years, are you recuperating from your injuries?

These confusions and suspicions rose in the hearts of everyone, and they couldn't help but think about it.

However, the fortune teller was very disciplined, and after giving a question, he immediately gave an answer.

"So like I said, Mo Baichuan didn't move, it's not that he started to cultivate his mind, but he was seriously injured and his heart was weak, so he could only hide on the bed and survive."

The fortune teller's speech was still so polite, without the slightest respect for a big faction, and his language was always full of aggression: "And now, do you see those Jianghu people rushing towards Luling Mansion?"

Let me tell you, these Jianghu people are actually here to mourn.

Because of two years of hard work, Mo Baichuan still couldn't hold on, and passed away not long ago.

It's just that the news has been suppressed and hasn't been released, so you don't know. ”

Rumble!

It was like a muffled thunderbolt that exploded in my mind.

Everyone was stunned by the news.

Mo Baichuan is dead?

The head of the Iron Sword Gate is dead?

Lu Yuan was also taken aback by this news.

He never expected that the final ending of the fortune teller's story would turn to such a place.

However, if Mo Baichuan is dead, then some of the chaos in Luling Mansion can be explained.

On the rivers and lakes of Luling Mansion, the largest sect has died, and it is at a critical moment in the transfer of power, which can naturally affect the hearts of countless people.

"No, no, it still feels wrong."

Thinking about it, Lu Yuan always felt that he seemed to ignore something?

Frowning, he thought as he looked at the fortune teller. This person was surrounded by several diners in the hall at this time, all of whom were questioning his news.

Not everyone can accept that Mo Baichuan is dead.

Dead, dead......

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan was shocked: "That's right, Mo Baichuan is dead, and the Iron Sword Gate is going to change its head, which is really important." But no matter how important it is, it won't be so much that the gang forces in the entire Luling Mansion will gather people, and it smells of gunsmoke.

There are also Jianghu warriors from other places.

If they were here to attend Mo Baichuan's funeral and see people off, they wouldn't be so angry.

But now they are like enemies to each other, obviously people from different places, but they fight to the death when they meet.

This scene is like the martial arts of Luling Mansion, which is going to be reshuffled.

That's why the forces on all sides are like crazy, desperately rearming and fighting. Outsiders are also full of anger and don't look at each other well.

Romance

Could it be that there is something wrong with the inheritance of the Iron Sword Gate? ”

Combing through all the information, Lu Yuan quickly discovered that something was wrong.

There may be civil strife in the Iron Sword Gate, this is the judgment he came to in his heart after synthesizing everything.

And after the result, Lu Yuan looked at the fortune teller who was entangled, and his eyes became a little deep.

This person can know so much news, and he slanders Mo Baichuan so much in his words, but he doesn't involve the Iron Sword Gate too much.

This kind of attitude, to say that it is okay, is to hell.

"So behind him, there is someone who instructs, and it may be someone inside the Iron Sword Gate."

After taking a deep look at the fortune teller, Lu Yuan took a sip of wine, put down the money, and turned to leave.