Crossing the Swordsman: Lin Pingzhi, the Swordsman of Evil

Chapter 3 Hard Practice, Diligence, and Bottomless Mind

Lin Pingzhi practiced hard for an hour under the bright night sky before finally withdrawing his sword.

Sweat kept dripping from his body, and it had already soaked his clothes.

Although his swordsmanship was vigorous, it still did not meet his satisfaction.

"Since breaking through to the 'Nine Swords' half a year ago, I can no longer break through. It seems that I have reached the limit of my external skills now. If I fight alone with Yu Canghai, I may be able to handle it with ease."

"It's not wrong to fight the 'four beasts of Qingcheng' who are 'bears and wild boars' alone. But the Qingcheng faction is coming out in full force. If they attack them in groups, they can only support them for a while now. What should we do? ?”

Whenever Lin Pingzhi thought of this, he felt very worried.

But at this moment, the moonlight shone on his saber, and the cold light of the long sword flashed past his eyes. Looking at the scratches on the long sword, he thought to himself: "This sword is also..."

Suddenly a flash of light flashed through his mind.

Lin Pingzhi said in his heart: "Since I can no longer make a substantial breakthrough, I can start from the outside! Shi Qing and his wife in the knight practice are not very strong in martial arts, but they are still among the first-class masters. The latter is the Bingqing Excalibur in the hands of the husband and wife."

"If you have a sword that cuts iron like mud in your hand, and then perform evil swordsmanship, you will definitely not lose to the Qingcheng School's 'ass behind' 'flat sand and wild goose style'."

Lin Pingzhi made up his mind at the moment, then went back to his room, washed up a bit, and then went to bed and rested.

Early in the morning of the second day, Lin Pingzhi got up early.At this time, Lin Zhennan was lying on his back on the lower seat of the Fuwei bodyguard hall.

He was smoking a cigarette depressed. He looked at the word "Fuwei" painted on the wall of the main hall with a silver hook and iron, thinking.

Smoke filled the main room, at this time a beautiful woman with luxurious clothes and a dignified face walked in.

She waved her hand in disgust, and dispersed the smell of cigarettes in the room.

"The head of the dignified Fuwei Escort Bureau is now as inappropriate as a street rogue. This will let the servants see what he looks like!"

Hearing this sound, Lin Zhennan hurriedly sat up straight, then frantically tapped the cigarette stick on his boots, and extinguished the pipe pot in his hand.

"Ma'am taught me a lesson!"

Lin Zhennan put the cigarette bag behind his back, and walked towards the woman with a smile.

Smelling the smell of cigarettes in his mouth, Mrs. Wang gave him a disgusted look.

"What's going on today? Why did you stare at the writing on the wall when you woke up this morning?" Mrs. Wang asked while sitting on the grand master's chair in the main seat.

Lin Zhennan didn't look at his wife, but continued to stare at the word "Fuwei" on the wall. He asked, "Ma'am, do you think Fuwei should be the prestige or the blessing?"

Mrs. Wang gave him another blank look at this time, then shook her head and said, "It's enough for you to teach Ping'er a lesson in the 'Three Character Classic' on weekdays, why did you teach me a lesson today?"

At this moment, Lin Pingzhi came slowly.

Seeing her son coming, Mrs. Wang stood up happily and hurried to meet him.

In recent years, Lin Pingzhi lived in seclusion on weekdays, and hardly saw any visitors.

There are not even half of the maids and servants in the small courtyard where he lives, and the maids carry the food boxes to the "boudoir" of his "eldest lady" who "doesn't leave the door without leaving the door". "forward.

In addition to every first, fifteenth, and end of the month, the family gets together for a meal.

Even Mrs. Wang, the mother, rarely saw her son.

Seeing her son today, Mrs. Wang was naturally very happy.

Mrs. Wang came to her son and asked, "What kind of fragrant wind blows my son out of the room today?"

Lin Pingzhi's face was still cold, he said calmly: "Ping'er has something to discuss with parents."

Hearing that his "cold-faced" son who had always been "unconventional" had something to discuss with them, Lin Zhennan immediately became interested. He wanted to hear from yesterday's "eloquent" son, what would he like to ask him today? Lao Tzu.

Lin Pingzhi brushed off his robe and sat down. He looked at his parents in the front seat and asked, "Father, my son wants to find a good sword. Daddy always says 'make more friends and less enemies'. Does our Lin family have any friends who have the sword of 'handy' in their hands."

Hearing that his son begged him, Lin Zhennan folded his hands in front of his body, turned his body sideways, crossed his legs, and shook his feet.He squinted his eyes and looked at his son with a half-smile, and pursed his lips and let out a grin.

Mrs. Wang looked at Lin Zhennan with a strange expression, not knowing what happened to her husband today.

After laughing, Lin Zhennan said: "It seems that my son has understood the eight words that Wei's father said 'make more friends and less enemies'."

Lin Pingzhi didn't pay attention to his father's "clichés", he still said calmly: "Please give me some advice."

Lin Zhennan stood up at this time, put his hands behind his back, looked at the word "Fuwei" behind him, and said: "It is not harmful to make more friends, and our Lin family happens to have a friend who is good at making swords."

"Famous swords in the world come from Longquan. Longquan, the land of Fujian and Yue, is famous for producing famous swords, but the swords in Longquan Town are best made by God."

"If my son wants to ask for the famous sword that is in his hand, he must go to the Qi mansion to visit Elder Qi."

"It's just that Mr. Qi has a very weird temperament, and the famous sword he forged is a 'hero' and cannot be given. However, although my Lin family and the Qi family have some friendship, but the friendship is not very deep. I am afraid that Mr. Qi will not grant the sword."

Speaking of this, Lin Zhennan seemed a little depressed.

But then Lin Zhennan looked at his son and continued, "But there are no absolutes. Wealth can pass through the gods. My son can bring a huge sum of money to try his luck. If he can't buy a famous sword from Qi Lao, he can also go to Longquan Town Look for one or two in other places. Maybe there will be one or two 'fish that slipped through the net'."

As Lin Zhennan said that, he looked at Mrs. Wang, and Mrs. Wang immediately understood, and then took out a stack of bank notes from her sleeve and handed them to her husband.

Lin Zhennan made a rough count, and there were more than five thousand taels in total.Afterwards, he handed the bank note to Lin Pingzhi, and said, "My son, take care all the way. Jianghu is dangerous, so don't reveal your true identity unless necessary."

At this moment, he paused, frowned, and said with a serious face: "You must not stir up trouble and meddle in the grievances of the Jianghu. When you meet seniors, you should be humble and polite, and you must not lose your courtesy. My son has written down ?”

Lin Pingzhi took the bank note from his father, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Lin Pingzhi said: "My child has written it down!"

Lin Zhennan smiled and nodded.

Lin Pingzhi said goodbye immediately and said: "Since that's the case, the boy is on his way. After finding the weapon in hand, he will return soon."

Seeing Lin Pingzhi who turned to leave, Mrs. Wang wanted to give some advice, but Lin Zhennan stopped her.

"Since ancient times, loving mothers have had many failures. Besides, Ping'er finally wanted to go out for a while. Wouldn't it be better to have a sunny day in early spring? Besides the famous sword, Minyue is also full of beauties. Maybe our son will go out this time. And bring back a daughter-in-law."

"But Ping'er, who is a fledgling, has no experience in the world, and is young and energetic. If he is targeted by a young man, or if he fights an injustice and provokes disputes, what should he do?" Mrs. Wang said worriedly.

"Madam, don't worry about this. He broke my cigarette bag with just a light pick of the bamboo stick yesterday. It shows that Ping'er's martial arts are already superior to both of you and me. Ordinary people are definitely not Ping'er's opponents. As for Some seniors, as the saying goes, 'Don't hit a smiling face with your hand', as long as Ping'er is courteous and courteous, then they will not be in trouble with a child like Ping'er."

"However, with the old Qi's character, Ping'er will inevitably run into a wall. If Ping'er returns in a bad mood, wouldn't it be a waste of joy for him?" Mrs. Wang sighed when she said this, she is the most doting son on weekdays Yes, thinking of the lost look of his son who might return angrily, he felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

Lin Zhennan looked at his wife with a playful smile at this time, and he said: "It depends on Ping'er himself. Young people often 'hit the wall', and 'touching the mold' will help him to 'behave in the world' in the future." It's good. It also saves this 'stubborn' boy, and then he will 'raise a dispute' with his father."

(End of this chapter)