"More than 20 years...... Li Zhuzhu sighed softly, as if he was a little melancholy, looked at the distance of the long street and said: "That year, Suzhou Tiger Hill dredged the sword pond and dug out a sword from the mud that was more than deep, this sword was buried in the silt of the sword pond for many years, but when it came out of the water, it was still sharp, and it was said that this sword was the famous sword Zhanlu worn by Wu Wangfu back then!" The news spread to the rivers and lakes, but everyone who knows one or two swordsmanship, all gathered in Suzhou Tiger Hill, some want to see the famous sword style, some want to take this sword as their own, it is difficult to decide for a while, and then simply opened a sword appreciation conference under the Tiger Hill Tower, and agreed that the one with the highest swordsmanship can get this sword!"

"Zhan Lu ......?" Zhuang Liu seemed to be a little puzzled: "Isn't this sword in the palace?" As soon as he said this, he immediately knew that he had missed his mouth, but he saw that Li Zhuzhu was just looking into the distance, and he didn't seem to hear it in his ears, so he felt a little relieved, and hurriedly picked up a glass of wine and drank it, suppressing the panic in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak casually, but his eyes couldn't help but look at Li Ruzhu!

"Back then, our Futai Lord was just a tribute student who went north to Beijing to take the exam!" Although Li Zhuzhu's expression was still a little melancholy, there was a cold light in his eyes that was fleeting, and he still said in a quiet tone: "I followed him all the way north, and I happened to pass by Suzhou Mansion at that time, and I was fortunate to let me see this once-in-a-century martial arts event!"

Zhuang Liu was still a little apprehensive because of his loss of words just now, and he also accosted at this time, but he just dealt with it indiscriminately, picked up a chopstick dish and sent it to his mouth at will, chewed it twice, and realized that something was wrong, knowing that he had mistakenly stuffed a piece of ginger into his mouth, so he had to endure the spiciness, gritted his teeth and frowned and swallowed it, hurriedly took a sip of wine, and washed the taste!

Li Zhuzhu raised the corners of his mouth, seemed to sneer, and continued: "When I went to Tiger Hill, the sword appreciation conference had been held for two days, and in the past two days, many masters of the rivers and lakes have competed, and several have died, with injuries on their bodies, and more broken hands and feet. Originally, it was agreed that the competition would be three days, and as soon as the three days passed, the final winner could leave with this sword, so everyone knew that the third day must be bloody, and many leaders also arrived, seeing that a bloody battle was inevitable on the third day, but early in the morning of the third day, everyone rushed to the Tiger Hill Tower, only to find that a monk had been sitting under the Tiger Hill Tower!"

"Could it be the Shaolin Kuzhu monk and the Wudang Flower Dao man?" Zhuang Liu asked cautiously at this moment, but his expression was still a little suspicious: "Could it be that the monks are also like ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, and they also come to compete for fame and fortune?"

"Monk Kuzhu and Lianhua Dao people are both masters of the Tao!" Li Zhuzhu leaned at Zhuang Liu, and his tone suddenly hardened: "How can it be like ordinary people? Since the two of them got the news of this sword appreciation conference, they knew that the martial arts were bound to fight for this, and there would be many killings, so they rushed together, not for this sword, but to let the people in the martial arts not form grudges because of this sword, but it was two days late......

"Then the two of them always have to compete with the people present, right?" Zhuang Liu said with some disdain: "Could it be that everyone has been fighting fiercely for this sword for two days, but they have to stop here?"

"With the two of them present, who else dares to make a move?" Li Zhuzhu smiled contemptuously and said: "Monk Kuzhu is in charge of the Shaolin Dharma Academy, specializing in Shaolin Dharma swordsmanship, it is said that the swordsmanship has been Zen machine, the swordsmanship is simple and clumsy, the movement is free, the advance and retreat are arbitrary, the attack and defense are difficult to distinguish, the virtual and the real depend on each other, it is already the realm of people and swords. As for this flower man, it is just the opposite of the bitter bamboo monk, the swordsmanship is free, all-encompassing, elegant coming and going if stepping on the clouds and mist, attacking and refusing to advance and retreat like a leisurely stroll, swaying with his hands, unrestrained, the rivers and lakes call him this swordsmanship, up to thirty-three days, down can reach the netherworld hell, open and close the long river flowing, the subtleties are like picking up mustard seeds, and the two of them have been competing all year round, and they have each other's swordsmanship essence. When the people in the martial arts on the Tiger Hill saw the two of them, many people knew that this Zhan Lu Sword had no thoughts, so they turned around and left, and only some of the masters and knights who really came to see the style of this sword stayed on the mountain!"

"That'...... Then this dim sum swordsman Baisheng Mingyue, didn't he lose under the sword of the bitter bamboo monk or the sword of the flower man?" Zhuang Liu originally wanted to ask why this sword finally arrived in the palace, but before the words came out, he knew in his heart that this must not be asked, and it must be difficult to hide it, so he immediately changed his words, so as not to be wrong!

"It was noon that day!" Li Zhuzhu also seemed to have never noticed, turned around and took a glass of wine and drank it, moistened his throat and said: " Although there are many good hands in the rivers and lakes, there are bitter bamboo monks and Lianhuadao people present, and no one dares to do it, the sun shadow is over noon, there is a young man holding a long sword in one hand, holding a bag of dim sum in the other hand, swaying to the Tiger Hill Mountain, seeing the bitter bamboo monk and Lianhuadao people, it seems that they are not surprised, but the people present saw his bag of dim sum, they all knew that it was the dim sum swordsman Baisheng Mingyue arrived, they were afraid that he would put the bag of dim sum in front of him, and they retreated, Baisheng Mingyue ignored everyone, stood in the field and watched for a while, and then put the bag of dim sum in front of the Lianhua Dao people！”

"So, he knows that he is not the opponent of the bitter bamboo monk, so he wants to compete with the Nian Hua Dao people?" Zhuang Liu is a little puzzled at this time, it is said that the swordsmanship of the Nian Flower Dao is all-encompassing, and the tricks are bound to be complicated, it should be extremely difficult to deal with, but it is the Kuzhu monk Dharma swordsmanship is simple and simple, and there may be a chance to win!

"Haven't you ever eaten dim sum? Some of those dim sum are made with meat oil!" Li Zhuzhu sneered, shook his head and said: "The Buddhist family has strict precepts, cutting off five meat and three hates, although the people of the Flower Dao also hold the precepts, but they are uninhibited by nature, and they are the respect of the head of the family, even if there is a little disrespect, it is not rude, this is also the meaning of Baisheng Mingyue to respect the two of them! If he thinks that he is not the opponent of the bitter bamboo monk, why bother to call the battle with the people of the flower road?"

"In this way, this Baisheng Mingyue is still a person who knows the number of etiquette!" Zhuang Liu tilted his head and smiled: "Then I don't know if the Flower Dao people should fight?"

"Nonsense, naturally yes!" Li Zhuzhu said impatiently: "Although Baisheng Mingyue is famous, but he never hurts the innocent under the sword, the people of the Flower Road saw him call the formation, and immediately flicked the sword, but the monk Kuzhu took out the iron sword he usually used, and followed it with a flick, and the tip of the sword was flicked off an inch, and everyone didn't understand what it meant, and later I learned that the Kuzhu monk's bullet was not only to thank the Baisheng Mingyue for salutation, but also to let him make a move, after this bullet, as long as he and the Flower Dao people can pass ten moves, they will bounce an inch!"

"An ordinary iron sword is only three feet long!" Zhuang Liu gasped and said, "So, Bitter Bamboo Monk thinks that Baisheng Mingyue can live with two or three hundred moves with the Flower Dao people?"

"The battle of that day is really rare in a hundred years!" Li Zhuzhu ignored Zhuang Liu, his eyebrows and eyes were full of fascination, and he praised slightly: "The people in the rivers and lakes can see the battle of the world's masters in their lives, and it is not in vain!

Zhuang Liu was also a little surprised: "So, don't the two of them have more than three hundred moves?"