Death Sutra

The dog slaughtered on the side of the road, thinking about where to find the Central Plains, the old man's acupuncture point has been solved, he is bored to play the stone, waving his newly bought sword, and anger is not to say a word.

The slaughter dog was in trouble. He knew nothing about Saitama City. He couldn’t help but look at it. He staggered around the wooden man for half a night, and inexplicably went out of the city. The sky was just bright, except for them, even on the road. There are no movies.

“Jiyuan, casino, hotel, pub, blacksmith village, knife village...” The dog has repeatedly recited the place he once visited, hoping to find clues from it, and he has no clue for a long time. He turned his head and said: “It’s so troublesome in the Western Region. I thought it was a kind of vengeance and unrestrainedness. The result was similar to that of the Central Plains. No, it was more difficult than the Central Plains. At least some people knew about it before.

The old man snorted disdainfully, looking up at the sky, pretending not to hear the dog’s complaints, but the desire to talk was so strong, his coldness only lasted for a little while, and he rushed to the front of the slaughter dog. Enmity, unrestrained, that is my former life, you are still far away, first you have to work hard ten years ago, then you have to be able to see, your brain is not open now..."

The dog knows what the old man wants to say, and shakes his head again and again. "I am only your life. You used to be the devil, killing innocent people, doing no evil, and being chased everywhere. There is nothing to envy."

The old man’s eyes squinted and changed his mind in a blink of an eye. “Ha ha, yes, I am now correcting the evil spirits. I am selling for the dragon king who is a few decades old. I was defeated by my former hand. It’s harder to kill the individual than to climb the sky. It’s good. It’s really good. Why didn’t I choose this road now? You, what is your look at me?”

The slaughter dog is looking up and down the old man, as if he saw such a short person for the first time. "You should have a lot of enemies?"

"That is of course, all over the world, if someone organizes, they can build an army."

"There are not many enemies in the Central Plains?"

"The nine major factions are my enemies. How much do you say?"

The butcher knows that he is talking loudly. "The sects have hatred against you. Is it because of me, how do other sects end up?"

"Do you manage it? Are you old-fashioned, who can remember?" The old man’s brain is spinning fast, thinking about how to make a good lie. "Yu Qingpai is one of the nine major factions. Grab my five-hole punch, a few old roads have been beaten by me, it is a deep hatred."

The slaughter dog nodded. When he first arrived at Longting, he heard about the experience of Yuqing Wulao, so he took a shot on his leg and stood up in the distance. "Okay, this idea!"

"What idea, you don't want to mess up." Wood old man faintly felt that his big words may have been overdone.

"I am a nameless person in the Western Region, you can be famous."

"That was in the past, now I can't do it. I don't believe you are looking for someone to ask. No one remembers me. The Dragon King is famous."

"The Dragon King can't do it. He is still retreating in name. Anyway, as long as the Sui and Yuqing factions hate you."

"Do you want to take me as a bait?"

"Yes, this is called a snake."

"Why don't you take it by yourself? You don't give money, let me catch a shape, and spread it everywhere, saying that the elders are rampant, and if there are disciples in Saitama, they will definitely come out to look for you."

The dog slaughtered for a while and reached out to grab the old man. "It’s not right. The Dragon King said that let me be the master. I decided to use you as a bait."

The matter is so fixed, the old man is fiercely opposed, both hard and soft, and will have an unreasonable idea. After a while, the unscrupulous Tu Yu will suffer a lot of foul language. The dog is serious about every accusation. Justify, but just refuse to change his mind, but constantly improve his own plan to "lead the snake out of the hole."

After an hour, the old man gave in, not only surrendered, but also began to help Zhang Luo enthusiastically.

On this evening, a simple plan became a sensational competition in the city.

There are two reasons for the sensation. One is the slogan of the organizer's arrogance: the world's first big devil challenges the world's heroes, complains, revenge, and no resentment.

Gold is the second reason for interest, but the amount is erratic, ranging from tens of two to tens of thousands, all kinds of sayings.

Suddenly, Lu Qiying found himself a busy man. Everyone said that the prizes were guaranteed by him, and those who knew and did not know came over to ask.

Lu Qiying was overwhelmed, and wanted to ask for a clear understanding, but could not find the old man and the dragon king. He had to close the door and thank the guests and secretly pray that he could still leave the city of Yuyu.

Gu Shenwei heard the news that afternoon. He was shocked by the fact that he decided to wait and see what the two old men could toss, but he knew that he could not return to Lu Qiying. The residence is gone.

The news of the contest is more and more bizarre. Some people even say that the guy named Mu Laotou has accumulated a number of treasures. There are countless gold and silver jewels and martial arts secrets. As long as he can stick to more than ten strokes under his hand, he has a chance to share a piece of cake. .

There has been nothing new in Saitama City for a long time. The "first big devil" was chewed all day by everyone.

The contest is scheduled to be located in a hotel and jiyuan on the edge of Nancheng. The entire backyard is vacated and can accommodate hundreds of people. The time is that night.

The day is still not black, the dog is looking at the door, the old man is not in a hurry, fell on the chair, and enjoys the grapes fed by a fat ji woman. "You can’t come, the Yuqing faction will come, rest assured. The old man’s appeal is still there."

Facts have proved that the appeal of the old man is not as big as he imagined. His reputation has been smashed a dozen years ago, mainly in the north of the Tianshan Mountains. The Western Region knows very little. After years of silence, fewer people know. When everyone finds that the so-called 10,000 gold is likely to be false news, the "first big devil" is not very attractive, only the jokes that help the wine.

Until the day was completely dark, only a few dozen people came to the sparsely. At first glance, they were the poor swordsmen who just took the money, they did not let go of any chance to make money, even if they were one hundred and two silver, they could Knife.

The slaughter dog couldn’t hold back, and the old man changed a set of comfort words. “In my experience, the real masters are sneaking. When I show my true skills, they jump out. I used to do this. Shocked the audience and scared everyone, hehe, interesting and interesting."

This is exactly what the slaughter dog is most worried about, and the old man has nothing to do.

The sky is getting darker, and the number of people who have arrived is more than one hundred. They all stand in the yard and keep squatting, asking the "first big devil" to come out quickly.

The old man of the wood let the guy in the store order the torch and finally appeared.

There is a chair on the table, and it is him in the chair.

The laughter sounded louder, and everyone pointed at it. The people who saw it purely felt that it was not white. It was quite worth seeing the old man of the gnome.

The old man looked serious and took out four ingots of gold from his arms. He held two hands in one hand and slightly fanned. The voice of the crowd immediately weakened.

There is not much gold left by Lu Laoying from Lu Qiying, or the dog has won some money in the casino during the day, more than half of it is used to pack hotels, and the remaining four ingots are bounty.

There are no legendary two thousand, but how can it be worth five or six hundred silver, enough to attract the swordsmen who are in the tight hands.

"In addition to gold, there are other benefits." Wood old man announced loudly, "That is to worship me as a teacher, I will pass on his invincible martial arts."

A black-faced knifeman said everyone's doubts, "If I can beat you, why should I worship you as a teacher?"

The old man jumped to the table and put the gold on the chair. "You don't understand it. The old horse knows the way, the old and the strong, the old and the strong, all the old benefits, even if you can beat me - of course it is not Possible - there is a lot to learn from me..."

The swordsmen don't care about the teacher. Their eyes are all staring at the four gold ingots. A knifeman jumped out in a hurry and said loudly: "If you don't worship, you can get all the gold, right?" ”

"Yes, but that's just a small amount of money. It's a big guy."

"It doesn't matter if you have a big head, I want gold. Is that true?"

The owner is a lean old man who has been standing at the table, his eyes have not left the gold, and he was reacted by the old man's head. "It is true, I will take this store to guarantee."

The problem is solved, the knife cutter pulls the knife, and plans to grab the quick fix in front of others. "Come on, little devil."

"Hey, the competition is a match, but don't mess up the nickname. My name is Mu Laotou. It is ‘the world’s first big devil’. I want to compare with me, first report it.”

"Gao Futong."

"He He He Pai? Who is Master?"

"There is no martial art, Master is me."

"Which person?"

"Two Rivers."

"Which Erhezhuang?"

"Lou Lan Guo Erhe Zhuang, what are you doing? Anyway, your gold is winning."

The dog was cloaked in the cloak and the knives were excluded. In fact, he did not need to report to his house. The dog can recognize that this person is definitely not a disciple of the Central Plains.

The slaughter dog said that it was not clear, but in his eyes, the disciples of the Central Plains’s decent disciples had their own unique temperament, and none of them were around him.

He is a little disappointed.

The old man was very happy. He pulled out the sword and shook it twice. "The baby you just bought, just try it on you. Tell you, the old man is a martial arts wizard, a sword and a sword, a fist and a finger. There will be no one, the sword is the weakest one..."

Gao Futong was tired of hearing his embarrassment, screaming and attacking.

The slaughtering dog slowly squeezed in the crowd and did not let go of anyone. Several knives in the cloak like him were squinted by his hood and almost provoked a fight.

The old man is obviously not very suitable for the long sword. When he fights for twenty or thirty strokes, he screams "中中", Gao Futong's right shoulder sword, in the laughter of everyone, the wolf squats, and looks at the reluctantly before leaving. Four ingots of gold.

One of the swordsmen who competed in the competition was one after another. Occasionally there was a dispute. The sword of the old man was more and more smooth, and he won faster and faster. From the eighth opponent, no one could pick him more than ten strokes.

"Where is the Central Plains master?" The slaughter dog whispered, not paying attention to dozens of spectators outside the hotel wall. These people were either bright or dark, and some even mixed in the crowd, and they had already surrounded the courtyard.

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