son-in-law

Chapter 1300 Chapter Thunderstorm (Part )

The morning light was dim, and a blue-gray color was spreading from the eastern sky. In the drifting rain, the people in front of the deserted village, each holding a weapon, gradually stopped after staggering here and there. Some of them wiped the rain off their faces and shook their heads slightly in confusion.

Ying Baiyan staggered out of the ruins of a collapsed adobe house, stretched out his arms and crawled out. He opened his mouth and spat out blood, then shook off the mud on his head and face and looked over here.

Then he leaned over and groped around in the ruins for several rounds before he pulled out the thick-backed knife covered by the bricks with a cry of "Ah". Then he shouted "Ah--" again and stomped his feet on the ruins several times.

In this side of the field of vision, the huge figure who was originally looking at the little bald man holding a knife turned his head and looked towards him.

"Ying Baiyan, what are you screaming about?"

"Grandmaster, Master Lin...you attacked me?" Ying Baiyan took a deep breath, stood in the ruins, and pointed around: "For this group of rebels?"

The rain rustled, and the air around them almost froze after Ying Baiyan said, "You sneak attacked me," so that the noise of the rain seemed particularly clear. The huge figure squinted his eyes. In the morning air, several Danchen guards were slowly approaching Ying Baiyan, seemingly guarding against Lin Zongwu's next attack. The other Danchen guards, near and far, including those who were fleeing, almost held their breath.

Among the crowd, someone ran out, facing the wind and rain, and said, "Master Lin, calm down. This must be a misunderstanding."

Behind him, Ying Baiyan made a slight gesture to the side, and most of the people watching around moved towards him. Some people got up from the ground, covering their chests and moving towards Ying Baiyan with difficulty.

Lin Zongwu stood there, watching all this quietly. He only saw more than ten, then twenty people gradually gathered here. His lips slowly opened and he smiled. Just as more than twenty people finally stood still in front of him, the last injured person who had moved over with difficulty also saw the two rows of white Buddha teeth slowly emerging from the other side of the rain.

bang——

In the morning light, the rain curtain exploded.

The accumulated water on the ground was like a lotus that suddenly blossomed. In an instant, it rolled forward. A dozen feet away, the air exploded, and a blocking figure almost froze in the air for a moment, and the water in his entire body was blooming.

Just before he flew out with a bang, Lin Zongwu's robe sleeves had already been lifted up in the air, and he struck down heavily, causing the chest of the second figure in the crowd to sink, and the whole person was slammed into the mud and water. His left arm was like a giant blade, cutting the third figure flying in the air in half, into a posture that ordinary people could not do.

After the fall of the Central Plains, it was difficult to make a living in Bianliang. Most of the people gathered around Ying Baiyan were fierce, but Lin Zongwu's huge figure was so fast that some of the people standing in front of him almost didn't make any moves, and some only had time to make one move. A warrior who used a steel whip mace chopped down with all his strength, holding a steel whip that was enough to break weapons and split rocks, but Lin Zongwu blocked it with one arm, and the whole steel whip broke through the tiger's mouth and flew out with a roar. Then he kicked the opponent and sent him flying backwards. The man's internal organs were broken, but he was still conscious in the air. He saw a man next to him being pinched on the top of his head by Lin Zongwu, and punched him hard, flattening his head and face.

The thick-backed knife in Ying Baiyan's hand had already slashed through the sky, but before it fell, Lin Zongwu grabbed a warrior and pushed him over. Ying Baiyan slashed the man's head and face with the blade, and hurriedly held back his strength. Lin Zongwu had already stepped on him from behind, causing the man to kneel down instantly, and his head hit the mud with a bang. Ying Baiyan saw a huge figure from behind leaping over on his body.

"Ahhhhh——" Ying Baiyan screamed hysterically, the long sword in his hand dancing in circles, and the air was filled with flying rain and blood. But the next moment, a loud bang sounded in the air, and Ying Baiyan staggered back a dozen steps in the rain. His body was twisted, his head tilted, and a big cut was torn on one side of his mouth - his entire jaw was smashed open by Lin Zongwu's punch.

The huge figure was still smashing in the crowd. He grabbed a weapon and smashed it into two people's bodies, leaving nasty wounds. In the mud, flesh and broken bones were mixed together. Then the figure continued to rush towards Ying Baiyan. Ying Baiyan opened his hideous mouth and tried to fight back, but his arm was broken by the blunt weapon in Lin Zongwu's hand. He tried to stand up, but was then punched hard into the mud by Lin Zongwu.

Ying Baiyan was twitching in the water. Lin Zongwu leaned over, grabbed him, and punched him hard, knocking him back into the muddy water.

He picked him up again and punched him back again. After three times of this, Lin Zongwu threw the tattered Ying Baiyan back to the crowd that was staggering in the back.

Of the more than 20 people gathered here, most of them were dead at this moment. The rest were staggering on the ground, and some of the timid ones were sitting on the ground and crawling backwards. More people around were looking at the huge figure in the rain. The action just now was violent and fierce. At this moment, white steam was steaming above Lin Zongwu's head, which was enough to prove that he had pushed himself to the limit, but this was almost an inhuman state. No one dared to say a word at this time.

Lin Zongwu glanced at him for a long time before he spoke.

"Danchen Guards." He pointed around, "Kill all those who attack me."

Afterwards: "The rest of you can go."

"…Go back and tell Ying Bailong that I killed his brother. If he disrespects me in the future, I will kill the entire Ying family as well."

The people caught by his gaze drew their swords and surrounded the few people who had attacked Lin Zongwu but were still alive, not daring to neglect them at all. At this time, no one dared to ask questions about the traitors. Lin Zongwu looked at Yu Hezhong and his group, paused slightly on Yan Yunzhi, and then walked towards the little monk.

Ping An heard the master say in a low voice: "There is some medicine on the corpse, go check it out." The little monk nodded and ran over. While everyone was killing people, he searched the corpse and picked up some things.

After a while, the Danchen Guards dispersed one after another. When Yu Hezhong and others reacted, the huge master had disappeared from their sight.

……

The early morning drizzle was still falling. The crowd, who had picked up medicine and other supplies from the corpses, walked forward in the rain. When they came to an abandoned house on the side of the road, the little monk said, "It's safe now." Although the crowd was puzzled, they also stopped at the house.

They picked up firewood to make a fire, and the injured bandaged and treated each other further. The little monk helped for a while, and left the room after a while. When someone reacted, he pointed to a house opposite the abandoned house.

However, opposite this house, there was a fire in another house. The huge monk - the invincible grandmaster - was sitting inside. The little monk was standing beside him, telling him something. Afterwards, the huge monk treated the little monk's injuries again.

No one dares to come close.

Only a few experienced people in the martial arts world roughly understood that this young hero Sun was actually the disciple of the supreme master Lin Zongwu.

Another warrior who had experience in Jin said that Master Lin seemed to have had a disciple named Ping An in Jin, but the news was not widely spread. Now it seems that Ping An's official name may be Wukong.

……

"Master, why are you here? Are you here to arrest us?"

The sky outside was still gloomy due to the rain. White porridge was cooked on the warm fire. Lin Zongwu threw some scallops and diced meat into the porridge. It was about to become fragrant. Ping An, who was wearing dry clothes, sat there and asked curious questions.

"Master, why did you want to kill them? Aren't you afraid of falling out with them?"

He tugged at his clothes.

Lin Zongwu watched his movements and smiled slightly: "In the past six months, it seems that you have eaten well and grown stronger."

"Well, Master, I have grown a lot taller in the past year." Ping An boasted. He was in his prime, his body was as tall as a bamboo shoot, and now he had some signs of being a teenager. Then he sat back down and said, "Hehe, actually... when you were in the city participating in the martial arts conference, I would go to see you from time to time, but... well, Master, you had your own things to do, so I didn't go over to meet you..."

Lin Zongwu touched his head.

"I often hear about the young hero Sun Wukong doing heroic deeds outside, and I feel proud of him. But... you don't like Dai Mengwei and Zou Xu very much, so I know you won't come... Actually, there's no point..."

"I know that Master has become the Supreme Master from the Grand Master."

“Hahahaha.” Lin Zongwu laughed. “The titles hanging over their heads are becoming more and more mysterious. In fact, they are just boring gimmicks. Dai Gong told me the secret of this. He said that with a resounding name, more and more people in the martial arts world will come to participate in major events. I respected his knowledge and did not refuse.”

"Dai Mengwei..." The little monk frowned.

Lin Zongwu sighed, "Mr. Dai... is a scholar of heaven and earth. In my opinion, in terms of knowledge alone, he is even better than the treacherous prime minister Qin Siyuan. He... sat and discussed with me, and said a lot of things, which earned my respect. But this matter is not that important. Disciple, you should have your own judgment and look at it carefully, and don't just follow what others say... Besides, even if we respect each other, after what happened today, we will probably part ways."

Lin Zongwu said, spreading his hands. Ping An blinked at him, then grabbed his palms.

"So, Master... turned against them because of me?"

Lin Zongwu smiled.

"Yes," he said, "but what can we do?"

The little monk became even more sad.

The fire in the abandoned house flickered, and the porridge in the food box became more fragrant. Lin Zongwu looked at the little monk's complicated and tangled face for a long time, and then he stroked the ground with his palm and laughed with great joy.

"You are still so naive, kid. Hahahaha..."

There was a curtain of rain outside the house.

On the other side of the rain curtain, in the abandoned house, everyone heard the noise. They never thought that Lin Zongwu, the supreme master who had just killed dozens of people like a devil with a wave of his hand, would actually make such a kind and gentle laugh.

The porridge in the food box was bubbling. Lin Zongwu took out his chopsticks and stirred it.

"Why is he still called Sun Wukong? Also, why is he using a stick?"

"Uh... my name is Sun Wukong. Master, you will know it's me when you hear it. Besides, Wukong Wukong is also the name of a monk... As for the stick, my... my eldest brother tells a story. In the story, Sun Wukong uses a stick called the Ruyi Jingu Bang, which weighs 180,000 kilograms and is very powerful..."

“Wow! Even your master couldn’t lift it.” Lin Zongwu knocked on the pot. “But your stick skills are too merciful. In the forest, when you hit the sixth person, you held back and made him cry out. Otherwise, you could have knocked down a few more people.”

"Well... I'm learning a skill..."

"It's because I didn't teach you how to use the stick that they bullied you like this... After you finish drinking the porridge, I will teach you how to use the Demon Subduing Stick."

"Master..."

"That woman, on the other hand, is a bit old..."

"……what?"

"That girl who only calls you Xiao Sun practices Tan Gong sword. It doesn't matter that she is a few years older than you. After all, she looks okay, but her martial arts skills are really poor and her talent is not high. If you follow her, it will be too difficult to train her. I am afraid that you will lose face as your teacher in the future."

"Master! I am a monk——"

Ping An was so shocked that he jumped up and almost turned into the shape of the Chinese character "尤".

"Ping An, you are a fake monk. When I was wearing a monk's robe, I never abstained from women. But later, as my martial arts became more advanced, women gradually became less interesting than martial arts, so I let it go... You are still young, it's okay to experience many things. The so-called human desires start from the body and gradually spread to the heart. To see through the body's desires, you must have experience. You see, you are old now..."

The huge master sat there and talked eloquently. Ping An was puzzled for a long time. After seeing the smile in the other's eyes, he hesitated and sat down cross-legged.

"Master, you are teasing me..."

"What the teacher said is also true."

"Actually... Miss Yan likes my elder brother..."

"..."

Lin Zongwu poured the porridge into the wooden bowl and paused slightly.

"My elder brother's nickname of 'Five-foot Sex Demon' was actually given by Miss Yan..."

"It turns out that she is a girl who has been raped by someone else... But from what I see, she seems to be a virgin..."

"Well, this is... a long story..."

"Speak slowly."

In the early morning under the curtain of rain, the master seemed to suddenly become very patient with these family matters. Ping An scratched his head and finally slowly recounted the details of his experience in Jiangning. After his uncle passed away, he told the master the general process of their friendship, but he did not mention many of the details at that time.

When talking about Yan Yunzhi and the details of the five-foot demon and his own four-foot demon, Ping'an felt uneasy and looked up at his master from time to time, but Lin Zongwu sat beside him, poured himself some porridge, slowly turned the wooden bowl, and just listened quietly. When Ping'an finished talking about Yan Yunzhi, Lin Zongwu spoke again and asked about some subsequent progress. Ping'an then talked about the last meeting between the two sides and the future duel agreement in the southwest. Only then did Lin Zongwu raise his eyebrows.

The master and the disciple drank the porridge slowly. Ping'an chattered for a long time, then looked up and said, "Master, you haven't told me about your affairs yet..." He was also worried about how his master would be treated by Dai Mengwei.

Lin Zongwu continued to drink his porridge in small sips.

"After your uncle left, I recalled the past and felt confused..."

Slowly, he said.