When the woman heard this, she clasped her hands together, smiled and said softly: "There is a Buddha in my heart, and what difference does it make who I worship." ”

Dai Daojin glanced at her deeply, nodded with a smile: "What Mrs. Shi said is reasonable, she is in the dark." ”

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

brought a teapot and poured a bowl of tea for Dai Daojin.

Dai Daojin put the knife aside, took a sip of the bowl, and said casually: "Shitai walked, his steps were calm, obviously he was in the body, and he didn't expect to meet a master in this mountain and wilderness." ”

The woman who originally turned to leave paused, turned to look at Dai Daojin, and said quietly: "Poor Ni has practiced some fists and kicks before, but I don't use them anymore, and I don't remember them." ”

Dai Daojin put down the bowl and said with a smile: "Back then, when Guihai Bailian was rampant with a knife, his wife Lu Huanong, the seventy-two jade girl sword, was also a woman who did not let her eyebrows, and she was not much weaker than her husband. ”

"It's a pity, it's only been eighteen years, and the world has never seen the 'Dominating the World' sword technique and the seventy-two Jade Girl Sword anymore, which is really a pity. ”

Immediately, he looked at the woman and said with a smile: "Mrs. Guihai, did you say it?"

Lu Huanong's eyes lowered, he was slightly silent, and said: "If you can't see it, there's nothing wrong with it, the swords are all murder weapons, contrary to what the Buddhists hold, every time they appear, they are accompanied by killing, so it's better to disappear forever." ”

Dai Daojin nodded: "It is reasonable, but it is always the hard work of the predecessors, if it is just shelved in the cabinet and let the treasures be dusted, if it is lost at that time, it will be a pity." ”

Lu Huanong listened and was silent, but the Buddhist beads in his hand rotated 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 say, "Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?"

Dai Daojin turned to look at her and said: "It doesn't matter who I am, what am I doing here, in fact, Mrs. Guihai understands it, when Guihai Bailian died a mysterious death, it is said that it was done by Qilinzi, Sword Shock, and Likong, but Mrs. Guihai never thought of avenging her husband, which is really incomprehensible." ”

"Isn't it ......"

Lu Huanon clasped his hands together and sighed: "Amitabha, the benefactor is old, and the deceased husband and you should have no friendship, why do you have to force the old woman hard." ”

Dai Daojin waved his hand, "Mrs. Guihai, don't get me wrong, back then, you killed a demon who couldn't control yourself, and I also have some admiration for you, I don't have any friendship with my husband, and I didn't come to avenge him." ”

The Buddha beads in Lu Huanong's hand trembled, and he was silent for a long time, and said softly: "You really know what happened back then......

After a pause, Luveron's voice carried a hint of a plea: "Your Excellency, can you not tell me about this matter." ”

Dai Daojin nodded and said: "Return to the sea with a knife, is it a secret agent in the Dragon Guarding Villa, no problem." ”

Lu Hua breathed a sigh of relief, she was not greedy for life and afraid of death, but her son was stabbed, 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 yin to evil, and it is very easy to go mad and fall into the devil's way, I don't want to see your son practice this kind of knife technique, and become a ghost or a ghost." ”

"How about handing it over?"

Lu Huanong shook his head, and said: "Since Your Excellency knows that martial arts are demonic skills, and practitioners can't control themselves and will fall into the Demon Dao, why do you still want to look for it, besides, since the death of the deceased husband, there is really no sword technique left." ”

She said these words for the good of the young man in front of her, she didn't want this young man to go astray and another demon appeared on the rivers and lakes. If she hadn't been able to see through this young man, and this young man gave her a sense of danger, she would have forcibly persuaded her.

Dai Daojin naturally knew that Lu Huanong didn't know where the sword technique was, otherwise she would have ruined it a long time ago.

So he said, "Can you let me take a look at the relics of the honored husband?"

Lu Huanong couldn't, this young man had a mysterious background, seemed to know a lot of things, and his martial arts were profound, she sighed, and had no choice but to say, "Follow me." ”

When he got inside, Lu Huanong took out some clothes and pointed: "These are the relics he left behind, and the others have been thrown away, and these are the ones that have been turned over countless times by my child, and there are no sword cheats at all." ”

Dai Daojin squatted down, stretched out his hand and flipped it, pinched it carefully, and in Lu Huanong's surprised eyes, he tore off one of the shirts, took out a piece of cloth from it, spread it out and looked at it, and the first thing that caught his eye was a few big black characters of "A Nose Road Three Knives", without looking at it much, and then put it into his arms.

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

Seeing his movements, Lu Huanong, who was following him, hurriedly stopped: "Donor, stop, this clothing is extremely important with a knife, and it can't be burned." ”

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

He then held his clothes flat and roasted them on the fire, and in a few moments, under the gaze of the two of them, some handwriting and patterns appeared on the clothes.

Dai Daojin silently wrote it down, handed the clothes back to Lu Huanong, and reminded: "If Mrs. Guihai doesn't want Lang to practice this knife technique, it's best to dispose of this clothes, otherwise he will find out sooner or later." ”

Louveron clutched the garment in his hand and did not speak.

Dai Daojin turned around and went into the house, picked up the long knife, and saw Lu Huanong, who was still standing in front of the fire, and smiled inexplicably: "Mrs. Guihai, although I took the sword technique of the honored husband, it can be regarded as saving Ling Lang." ”

He didn't say it wrong, the later stage of the knife was tragic, the mother died tragically, the lover died, and he was crippled, all from this sword technique that dominated the world, and now this knife technique was taken away by him, and the knife returned to the sea could not be practiced, so he naturally avoided the tragedy behind.

Luveron was puzzled.

Immediately, Dai Daojin suddenly thought of one thing, and said to Lu Huanong: "Mrs. Guihai, when the Venerable Husband Guihai Bailian died, the innkeeper saw the scene at that time, although he didn't see you kill Guihai Bailian with his own eyes, but he saw the Qilinzi, the sword frightened and the air carrying the body of the Venerable Husband away. ”

Lu Huanong was taken aback, she was also a smart woman, and she knew that her son asked Zhang Jinjiu, the world's first detective, to investigate the cause of his father's death, if he found out about the little two......

Dai Daojin raised the long knife in his hand and said with a light smile: "It can be regarded as compensation for my knife technique, and I will deal with the matter of the shopkeeper." ”

With that, turn around and leave.

Lu Huanon looked at the back of this mysterious man, looked down at the clothes in his hands, thought for a while, his eyes were sad, and threw the clothes in his hands casually, just falling on the fire that was still burning.

"Crackling" flames rise, clothes curled up.

The rustling sound in the bamboo forest slowly covered up a sigh, as well as the sound of "Amitabha".

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