Lao Daozi said, "Why don't you go?"

The man said, "Because my water and fish bones are gone."

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but be moved when he said this. He really couldn't imagine that this ordinary and dull person was one of the six island lords who were second only to the Lord of Baiyun City in the South China Sea.

This person is actually the "Lord of Feiyu Island" Yu Huan! On land, the Lord of Baiyun City is a famous swordsman. In the water, he is definitely not as good as Yu Huan. This mission of Lao Daozhu obviously also requires a person with a good water nature.

With a "pop" sound, the wine glass in his hand suddenly broke and shattered.

At this moment, a scream rang out. The man sitting next to Du Tiexin stood up and fell down again. He fell on the table, crushing a piece of cup and wine overflowing. Then everyone saw a stream of blood overflowing with the wine and dyeing the tablecloth red.

The pair of chopsticks in Du Tiexin's hand had already turned red, and of course they were stained with blood.

Yu Huanran turned around: "You killed him?"

Du Tiexin admitted: "This is the first time I have killed someone with chopsticks."

Yu Huan said: "Why did you kill him?"

Du Tiexin said: "Because he knows too many secrets. If he lives, we may die."

He picked up a piece of dried scallops with blood-stained chopsticks and chewed them slowly without even blinking his eyes. "Rudeless" Du Tiexin was originally a cruel character who killed people without blinking.

Yu was still staring at him and said slowly: "He knows so many secrets, and I also know, are you going to kill me?"

Du Tiexin said coldly: "Yes."

He still didn't even blink: "No one who doesn't want to walk out of this house alive."

Yu Huan's face changed. Before he could speak, someone rushed to say, "If this is what Lao Daozi said, I will accept my fate, but you..."

He didn't say anything, because a chopstick suddenly flew over next to him, piercing through his left ear and out of his right ear. The toothless old lady had only one chopstick left in her hand, and was sighing and muttering to herself: "It's easy to walk on the double-wood bridge, but it's hard to walk on the single-wood bridge. It seems that I have to grab it and eat it with my hands."

As expected, she grabbed a piece of rib with her hands and chewed it with her only two teeth. With a buzz, the person wearing chopsticks in her ears fell down and crushed a piece of bowl. There were already a few people standing there who wanted to sit down secretly.

Du Tiexin said coldly: "If you have stood up, you are not allowed to sit down."

Zhu Fei couldn't help but say, "Who does this mean?"

Du Tiexin said: "It's what we all mean."

Zhu Fei hesitated and finally smiled reluctantly, saying, "Actually, I don't want to go, but it's a pity that I'm too fat. If I want to go, I will rub me finely like noodles."

Du Tiexin said: "Okay, rub him!"

The little dwarf with a round face and big head suddenly jumped up and said loudly: "I'll rub it."

His head was as big as a bucket, but his body was thin and small. When he stood, he was like half a piece of bamboo chopsticks inserted into a round Shuzi. It was really ridiculous. Zhu Fei couldn't laugh, and even his face changed. This person stood in front of him like a child, but he was afraid of this person.

Looking at the fear on his face, and then looking at the person's head, Lu Xiaofeng's face also changed. Could this person be Sikong Dou, the most stingy "big-headed ghost king" among the Western ghosts?

He read it right, and Zhu Fei had indeed called out this name: "Sikongdou, this matter has nothing to do with you, what do you want to do?"

Sikong Dou said: "I want to rub you."

He also had a pair of chopsticks in his hand, and he held them in his palm with both hands, as if he had used these chopsticks as Zhu Fei. After rubbing them hard for a few times, a stream of powder suddenly fell down like snow. When he spread his palms, the chopsticks were gone. He actually used a pair of children's hands to use these chopsticks that could be used as swords to kill people. He rubbed them into a pile of powder.

Zhu Fei's face was twisted, and she was soft and she collapsed on the chair, but when Sikong fought to the scene, she rushed

When he got up, he suddenly drilled under the table, exerting force on his elbows and knees. In the blink of an eye, he had already drilled through seven or eight tables. His movements were so agile that he could not describe.

Unfortunately, the table was not connected at once, and Sikong Dou had already risen up. He saw that he had crawled out of the table and immediately hit the sky. Unexpectedly, Zhu Fei's movements were faster, and he thrust his right elbow and penetrated under the table opposite.

With a "puff" sound, Sikong Dou's ten fingers had penetrated the table, and when his hands were pulled out, there were ten holes on the table. Zhu Fei was so arrogant that he could not come out under the table. Sikong Dou swept his right arm, and all the bowls and cups on the table were swept down, and the soup, wine and food were sprinkled on one person, a quiet and silent old man in black.

Sikong Dou had a backhand and was about to shake the table apart. Suddenly, a person said, "Wait a minute."

A pair of chopsticks stretched out, pointed to his pulse, and pointed at his pulse. If Sikong Dou slapped his palm, he would not have the hand to move again. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and immediately stopped his palm.

The four old men in black were still sitting there quietly, looking at him coldly.

Sikong Dou seemed to have only seen them now. He smiled and said, "Can you help me kick out the fat pig under the table?"

The old man in black who had wine splashed on his body said coldly: "No."

Sikong Dou said: "Do you want to protect him?"

The old man in black said, "If you don't offend me, I won't offend anyone."

Sikong Dou said: "Who violated you?"

The old man in black said, "You."

Sikong Dou stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes: "So what if you offend me?"

The old man in black said, "If a person offends me, he is not a human."

Sikong Dou said: "Who is not a human?"

The old man in black said, "You."

Sikong Dou sneered: "I am not a human, but a ghost."

The old man in black said, "It's not a ghost, it's a beast!"

He continued coldly: "I don't kill people, I only kill animals. Killing one or two animals cannot be considered a killing act."

As soon as Sikong Dou clenched his fists, the joints of his body sounded, and his round face turned black.

Lao Daozhao suddenly said, "I still use this person. How about Mr. Wu let him go?"

The old man in black pondered, finally nodded, and said, "Okay, I only want one hand."

Sikong Dou laughed again, laughing loudly, and laughing like a ghost crying. He practiced the bone claws with his left hand and the black ghost claws with his right hand. Each hand has at least twenty years of hard practice. To ask one hand is equivalent to asking half of his life.

The old man in black said, "I want your left hand."

Sikong Dou said: "Okay, I'll give it to you!"

The word "you" comes out, and both claws come out, one hand has turned white, but the other hand has turned black. He has used all his skills for twenty years. As long as he is touched by his fingertips, even the stone man will have to have ten more holes.

The old man in black still couldn't sit upright, and only sighed, rolled out like a flowing cloud. He heard a "grid" sound, like breaking a radish, and then another scream. Sikong Dou's man had already flew out and hit the wall. When he slipped down, he could no longer move. His hands were bleeding and his ten fingers were broken.

The old man in black sighed and said, "I originally wanted only one hand of you."

Another white-haired old man said coldly: "Just one hand, you don't need to use 70% of your strength."

The old man in black said, "I haven't taken action for many years, and I can't grasp the strength anymore, and I overestimate him."

The old man with white hair said, "So you were wrong, beasts are alive, you still have a killing act."

The old man in black said, "Yes, I was wrong, I am merciful."

The four people clasped their hands together and recited the Buddha's name. They stood up slowly and faced the old knife: "We will take a leave first, face the wall and think about it for three days, so as to thank the owner of the manor."

Lao Dao actually stood up and said, "It's him who is seeking death, why bother to blame himself?"

The old man in black said, "If the owner of the manor is sent, we will come to serve him."

Lao Dao sighed relieved and immediately bowed, "Please."

The old man in black said, "Please."

The four of them walked out at the same time, walking peacefully and slowly. They walked to Lu Xiaofeng and suddenly stopped.

The white-haired old man suddenly asked, "Have you ever seen Master Lu?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I saw it a few times last year."

The white-haired old man said, "The master cooks it skillfully and makes the best vegetarian food in the world. Mr. Lu must have a great treat."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Yes."

The white-haired old man said, "Then his body must be as strong as before."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Yes."

The old man with white hair put his hands together and said, "I am merciful. God blesses the good people..."

The four people recited the Buddha's name at the same time and walked out slowly. Their steps were still so stable.

Lu Xiaofeng's feet were already cold. He finally came up with the origin of these four people, saw the respectful expression of the old knife handle to them, the power of the fluttering clouds and the Buddhist etiquette, he remembered it only when he saw the power of the flowing clouds and the rituals of their Buddhist qualities.

He had never thought of it before, just because they had grown their hair and had changed their monk's robes. Of course, he would not have thought that they were monks. He would not have thought that they were monks. He would have thought that they were the Five Arhats of Shaolin Temple.

The Five Arhats were originally brothers of their relatives, and they also cut their hair into monks and devoted themselves to Shaolin. Now there are only four people left, because their eldest brother, Wulong Arhat, is dead. When they were young, they had already spread all over the world and killed countless people. They were called the five evil beasts "Dragon, Tiger, Lion, Elephant, and Leopard". Each of them had blood on their hands.

But they put down their butcher's knife and became Buddhas on the spot. The five notorious evil beasts have since become the five arhats in Shaolin Temple, with no dragons, no tigers, no lions, no elephants, no leopards, and only one Buddha's heart.

Wulong was in charge of the Sutra Pavilion. He seemed to have the identity of a Dharma protector, but for some reason, he suddenly got drunk overnight and turned over the candlestick, almost burning the Sutra Pavilion in the central central part of Shaolin to a flat ground.

The abbot of the head was furious. In addition to punishing him for facing the wall for ten years, he also beat him up twenty precepts. Wulong was humiliated and died with hatred. His brothers and feet were connected to his heart, and the remaining four arhats all turned into murderous intent, and they even violated the laws of heaven and assassinated the head.

People in the martial arts world only know that they did not succeed in the assassination, but no one knows where they live and die, and no one knows how the Dragon-Wuhan, who had already been refreshed, suddenly became drunk? This matter has become one of the doubts in the martial arts world, just as no one knows how Shi He was expelled from Wudang.

But Lu Xiaofeng now knows that Wulong's drunkenness must be related to the bitter gourd monk - to have to eat the unparalleled vegetarian meal that is the most powerful in the world, it is inevitable that he will have to drink a few cups of it.

They just asked about the safety of the Bitter Gua Monk repeatedly, and I guess they hoped that he would be alive so that they could take revenge with their own hands. Wu Bao took action just now, and it was a death-breaking death, which shows how deep the resentment in his heart had accumulated.

What they hated the most was not bitter melon, but Shaolin, just like the soul-catching messenger, Shi He hated Wudang, and Gao Tao hated Fengwei Gang.

So what about the others? Lu Xiaofeng thought about it and seemed that there were some answers!

The Bashan needs to be extremely rich, and it is said that there is also gold sand. Of course, Gu Feiyun wants to take back the property of the Gu family's Taoist temple from his cousin Xiao Gu Daoren.
To be continued...