Wuxia: I’m driving Gundam in Mixed Wu

Daming, among a restaurant in Fuzhou City.

Lin Pingzhi sat at a table in the corner.

On the table, there are a few side dishes and a pot of clear tea.

At this time, nearly half a month had passed since the decisive battle between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng’s imperial city.

Lin Pingzhi said goodbye to Hatomo Zhi and set off for Fuzhou City alone.

On this trip, Lin Pingzhi was to worship his parents.

Then he prepared to go to Qingcheng Mountain and find Qingcheng to send a cause and effect.

Hatomo Zhi knew that this was a hurdle in Lin Pingzhi’s heart, and he could only cross it by himself.

There was no obstruction.

I just hope that after Lin Pingzhi unties his heart, he will be able to be high and wide from now on, and there will be no shackles.

In the past, Lin Pingzhi often came to this restaurant with the dart master at home to drink and discuss current affairs in the rivers and lakes.

Unfortunately, things are now different.

The dart masters who were handed over had basically died in the hands of the Qingcheng faction.

And Lin Pingzhi himself is no longer the young dart head who was proud of the horseshoe disease in the spring breeze.

With his white hair and cold face, even the treasurer who was often seen back then did not recognize Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi let out a long sigh and casually threw a few pieces of broken silver on the table.

Grabbed the knife and slowly walked out the door.

Walking on the familiar street, the suppressed hatred in Lin Pingzhi’s heart began to roll violently.

Lin Pingzhi, who exuded an indifferent aura, walked in the wilderness like a lone wolf.

The surrounding pedestrians, infected and avoided one after another, making way for Lin Pingzhi.

Along the way, Lin Pingzhi, who silently ran the ‘Bodhichitta Method’.

The spirit fell into emptiness.

Only in this way can the mind not be affected by hatred.

I don’t know how long it took.

Lin Pingzhi came to an abandoned compound.

The plaque on the door has long disappeared, and the gate is open.

As far as the eye can see, there are ruins overgrown with weeds.

Lin Pingzhi stood expressionless in place for a moment before turning to leave.

Not long after, two figures, a man and a woman, came to the place where Lin Pingzhi was standing just now.

The woman is Yue Lingshan, the daughter of Yue Buqun, the head of the Daming Huashan Sect, and the male is Yue Lingshan’s senior brother Lao Denuo.

“Second Senior Brother, is that person Lin Pingzhi, it feels so terrible.”

The two had been under Yue Buqun’s orders to monitor Lin Ping’s family.

Although two years had passed, Yue Lingshan’s impression of Lin Pingzhi was still quite deep.

I just didn’t expect to meet again today, it would feel so strange.

“It is reasonable that the family has suffered such a change, and it is reasonable for your temperament to change greatly, so don’t think about it too much, little junior sister.”

Laudeno is not young and has a lot of experience, and he can understand Lin Pingzhi’s transformation better than Yue Lingshan, who grew up by his parents.

Yue Lingshan looked at the direction Lin Pingzhi left with interest and asked:

“Second Senior Brother, shall we follow?”

Laudeno was taken aback by Yue Lingshan’s thoughts, and quickly said:

“Now that Lin Ping’s martial arts have been accomplished, even the Great Grandmaster has been beheaded under the sword, we don’t go up and send it to death with such kung fu.”

In Yue Lingshan’s disdainful eyes, Laudeno said:

“Master just let us keep an eye on the Fuwei Dart Bureau, presumably knowing this situation.”

“We just need to pass on the news of Lin Pingzhi’s arrival to the master, and let the master decide.”

Saying that, Laudeno left the ruins of the Fuwei Dart Bureau with a dissatisfied Yue Lingshan.

The news that Lin Ping’s power had slashed the Blood Dao Old Ancestor was enough time for a month to spread throughout the entire Daming Rivers and Lakes.

Although most of the people in the rivers and lakes believe that Lin Pingzhi has another adventure, he can have such cultivation.

However, some people feel that Lin Pingzhi’s rapid strength is inseparable from the ‘Evil Warding Sword Method’.

The thirst for the ‘Sword Method to ward off evil’ became even more urgent.

And Yue Buqun is one of them.

Today’s Huashan Sect, although there is a great grandmaster Nine Heavenly Wind Qingyang, the upper strength can be described as the first of the five mountains.

However, due to the dispute between the sword qi of the Huashan faction that year, the two sects of sword qi suffered heavy casualties.

The Sword Sect where Feng Qingyang was located existed in name only, and only he was left with a single seedling.

The Airbender is also better than the Sword Sect, but those who are left behind are juniors with low strength.

Over the years, under the leadership of Yue Buqun, the Huashan Sect has barely recovered some vitality.

But since the clear wind, the cultivation was the highest, that is, Yue Buqun, a great grandmaster of the three heavens.

Now there is a clear wind to support, if the wind is clear and blows the street, the Huashan pie will be finished.

As the head of the Huashan Sect, Yue Buqun had to take precautions.

If Feng Qingyang was willing to contribute the ‘Dugu Nine Swords’, Yue Buqun would not be so helpless.

There was no way, Yue Buqun had to focus on those divine skill secrets that had snatched no worries.

After counting the Daming rivers and lakes, is there anything more famous and better than the ‘Evil Sword Method’?

Someone from the Fuwei Dart Bureau was watching, and when Lin Pingzhi walked to the gate, he found it.

However, Lin Pingzhi did not have the heart to entangle with them at the moment.

After leaving the Fuwei Dart Bureau, Lin Pingzhi came to a shop that sold stone tablets.

A good piece of granite was selected and made into a tombstone.

Most of the craftsmen who hit the stone tablets were ancestral craftsmanship, and it didn’t take Lin Pingzhi long to complete the carving.

The treasurer looked at Lin Pingzhi’s somewhat familiar face and asked:

“Young Darthead, where is this stone tablet going to be delivered?”

Lin Pingzhi said coldly:

“Don’t call me a young dart head again.”

The treasurer sighed softly, looking at Lin Ping’s white hair, and he couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed in his heart.

Back then, the Fuwei Dart Bureau was also a big family in Fuzhou City, willing to give kindness and kindness to people.

It’s just a pity.

The treasurer shook his head and beckoned a few workers, asking them to carry the stone tablet and follow Lin Pingzhi.

On a hill outside Fuzhou City.

Lin Pingzhi erected the tombstone in front of a small hill bag and lit incense candles.

Back then, before Lin Pingzhi fled, he could only bury his parents hastily.

Fortunately, it is close to the outskirts of the city, and there are few wild beasts, so the tombs have not been damaged.

Lin Pingzhi knelt in front of the tombstone, burning paper money one by one.

The cold aura overflowed from the body, and it felt that even the surrounding air was about to be solidified.

The anger induced by hatred made Lin Pingzhi’s eyes close to a bloody red.

Dacheng’s ‘Bodhichitta Method’ made Lin Ping’s heart empty.

The two states of fury and tranquility existed at the same time as Lin Ping.

The unique Dao of Lin Pingzhi was formed.