On the second day, the news of the death of the Sword Saint King was like a thunderclap, shaking the entire rivers and lakes, and along with the news of his death, it was the name that had disappeared for more than two years: Thirteen. Dao Chan was stunned on the top of the cliff, but he was in a hurry to die, originally everyone thought so, but now Dao Chan is not only alive, but also defeated Wang Youdao, the first person in the current kendo. No one knows how Daozen did this, and everything about Daozen has become the biggest mystery in the rivers and lakes.

If it is unbelievable that Zen defeated the four Yamas of the Yama Hall by himself at the beginning of Vajra, then it is absolutely appalling to defeat the Earth Immortal King Youdao only two years later. If it is an ordinary earth immortal, it is easy to say, but it is the Sword Saint King has a way, even if the dragon old monster in the ancient city of Pan regards himself as a very high martial arts realm, he does not dare to say that he will be able to beat him, not to mention that he still took his life.

All kinds of rumors about Taoism and Zen are once again circulating in the rivers and lakes, and the so-called wells where there is a drinking place are all talked about. But there are many rumors, all of which are imaginative, and it is impossible to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Those who say it swear by it, and those who listen have no doubts. In the end, no one has long been able to distinguish which ones are true and which ones are false, only knowing this thirteen, once again letting his name shake the rivers and lakes.

In the teahouse, Xue Ziyong was telling a story, and when he was talking about the highlights, there was a clapping of applause in the teahouse. Suddenly, a middle-aged man rushed into the teahouse. The man had a short knife hanging from his waist, but the short knife had already rusted, which looked quite funny. This person's name is Lu Dahu, although he is called "Dahu", but he is only a broken household in the village. Lu Dahu wanders around every day, does not do his job, and always causes some right and wrong when he has nothing to do, so the people in the village call him Lu Da Trouble. A few days ago, Lu Dahu didn't know where to get this broken knife on his waist, and he actually had the idea of breaking into the rivers and lakes, which caused the chickens and dogs in the village to jump, and the village elders reprimanded him again and again, but they were all useless, so he had to turn a blind eye to it.

Lu Dahu ran into the teahouse, slapped the table, and shouted: "Stop, stop, stop! Mr. Xue, what you are telling over and over again these days is all the stories you have told in the past, which is really boring." Now, just stop for a moment and take a break. We have earth-shattering news for you. It's a lot more interesting than you say. ”

He trotted all the way and came specially to come, and his mouth was dry for a while. Looking at his table, the two tea guests on the table still had half a bowl of tea undrunk, and he was not polite, so he took the tea and drank it, which made the two tea guests quite dissatisfied.

Most of the guest officials who listened to the books in the teahouse also knew this "famous" dilapidated house. Just when he is a man of his own words, and he comes to find trouble, how can he believe his words? And because he disturbed everyone's interest, some tea customers asked Xiao Er to blast him out, Lu Dahu straightened his waist, deliberately exposed the broken knife on his waist, and threatened the second dog who came, but the second dog reached out and pressed the broken knife on his waist, without the slightest fear. The scene drew laughter.

Although everyone looked down on Lu Dahu, Ergou was kind-hearted and didn't want Lu Dahu to continue to be ridiculed by everyone here.

He pushed Lu Dahu: "Uncle Lu, now is the time of the farm, but there are a lot of customers in our store, if you really annoy them, the shopkeeper will never let you come to the teahouse again in the future." If you want to drink tea, wait until I'll bring you a pot later. Why don't you go around the street first and come back later?" Ergou persuaded in a low voice, not wanting to alarm the shopkeeper.

Lu Dahu glanced at Ergou, he knew that Ergou was kind, after all, on weekdays, Ergou didn't let him drink tea for nothing. Just seeing the disdainful eyes of those tea guests, he was not angry in his heart, and took a random step forward, and continued: "The Sword Saint King has died!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the teahouse was shocked, it was Wang Youdao, not an ordinary martial artist. Besides, Wang Youdao has not yet reached the year of the Mandate of Heaven, and he has never heard of a hidden disease, so how can he say that he will die if he dies? Looking at the surprised appearance of the people in the shop, Lu Dahu was quite proud, his chin was raised higher, and he looked like a big rooster with a bald tail.

But then, Lu Dahu became the target of public criticism.

"Don't talk nonsense, get out, get out. Some tea customers have already gotten up to drive people out in person, and they don't want to listen to Lu Dahu continue to talk nonsense.

Ergou saw that the customers in the store had no meaning to listen to the book, lest Lu Dahu provoke public anger, and it was better to say that today's business was disrupted, after all, it was just some silver two things, if someone fisted and kicked each other, he couldn't help Lu Dahu.

"Uncle Lu, count me as a second dog, please go. Ergou was anxious.

"I'm telling the truth. Ergou, you are also like these people, don't you look down on people with dogs? What I said is true, why do you want to leave?" Lu Dahu pushed Ergou away and said angrily.

Xue Ziyong smiled slightly, and said to Ergou: "Slow, it seems that Brother Lu doesn't seem to be open-mouthed." Since he said so, it must not be groundless. Ladies and gentlemen, suppress the anger first, and Brother Lu came to the stage to talk to everyone. If what you say is true, everyone has the right to have fun. ”

Seeing Xue Ziyong speak, the tea guests present would also sell him a few thin noodles, so he quieted down.

Lu Dahu lifted the waist of his trousers, glanced at the helpless Ergou on the side, and walked to the stage. He smiled at Xue Ziyong and bowed slightly. Then he glanced at it, grabbed the shocking wood on the table, and slapped it fiercely: "We have just said that the Sword Saint King has a way to die, so do you know who killed him?"

Wanjian Villa is located in Luofeng Mountain, thousands of miles away from Jiangling City, how did the people in the teahouse know about it? Besides, they still haven't believed the truth of what Lu Dahu said. Lu Dahu glanced back and forth, and when he saw that everyone still didn't believe it, he asked: "Do you still remember the battle on the top of the Cliff without a trace two years ago? ”

"Who doesn't know about this? The old man snorted coldly, he was in the same village as Lu Dahu, but he was the old man in the village, and he had nothing to do today, he came to drink tea and listen to books, who knew that he had encountered this scourge again, and he didn't like it.

"Old Lu, are you here too? I haven't finished saying this yet, don't worry. Although everyone knows that the boy ended up jumping off the cliff. But you don't know that the young man is not dead, and he is the one who killed Wang Youdao today!"

"What?" there was an exclamation, and there was an exclamation in the teahouse. Even Xue Ziyong, who was calm on the side, listened to it, and the hand holding the teacup stopped in the air.

"How is this possible?"

"That's right, let's not mention that the young man has jumped off the cliff and died, even if he is still alive, it has only been more than two years, how can he practice to the earth immortal?"

"You can't say that, that young man can resist the sword at a young age, but he can't be the same as ordinary people. ”

"Could it be that Wang Youdao is an ordinary earth immortal? That is the sword saint mentioned in the "World Commentary", how many people who practice swords, only he is a saint, how can ordinary people defeat him?"

"yes. ”

The audience was bustling. Lu Dahu on the stage saw everyone's performance, and his heart blossomed: "If you want to know, you might as well drink a few cups of tea in the next place, and you will speak slowly in the next place." ”

"Speak quickly, speak quickly, it's more than a few glasses, you can drink enough. ”

Xue Ziyong stood up and walked off the stage very interestingly, making room for Lu Dahu. And Lu Dahu sat down, quite like a storyteller.

He slowly walked up to the second floor, sat down at the table where Dao Chan used to sit, and shook his head with a smile: "Stinky boy, even I lied." ”

Then he slapped the table: "Do you remember the last time I asked you to kill the Shangshu of the Military Department?"

"The subordinates remember. ”

"You go back to the palace now, tell Your Majesty the news you got from the mouth of the Ministry of War, and tell Your Majesty that the child is still alive. ”

"Yes!"

Xue Ziyong ordered a pot of tea, and for some reason, today's tea turned out to be bitter and sweet.