Comprehensive Martial Arts: Relying on Pili Martial Arts to Achieve Dimensionality Reduction Attack

Chapter 700: The Intuition of the Wise
In Zang Jingren's circle of friends, there is only one person who can be called 'professional'.

Inside Huanzhu Tower.

“Ahem——!”

The Divine Gu Emperor Wen, who was lying on a chair and reading a book leisurely, suddenly felt a chill on his back and sneezed violently.

"oops……"

"Someone must be missing me again."

As he spoke, he moved his eyes away from the book and looked at the swallowtail butterfly who was bringing up some tea.

"Phoenix Butterfly, are you secretly saying bad things about me in your heart?"

Fengdie rolled her eyes when she heard this: "If I want to say something bad about you, I will tell you directly and not keep it in my heart."

"Hmm...that's true."

"If it's not you, then it's someone else."

Fengdie walked forward and changed the pot of tea: "Who do you think it is, Master?"

"How can I guess it without any clues?"

Emperor Wen gently waved his feather fan: "But I have always been very popular, and not many people would curse me behind my back. If I were to use the process of elimination to guess one by one..."

Fengdie interrupted directly: "Then I guess we won't be able to finish guessing until next year!"

"Master, you are sometimes too confident about your popularity."

Emperor Wen tutted his tongue, "How could that be? I said that not many people would curse me behind my back, and that's the truth."

Fengdie knew what Emperor Wen meant, and couldn't help but complain: "That's because most of the people who targeted you are already dead!"

"Maybe."

"But the feeling just now was very special, very heavy, and very familiar. The other party must be an old friend of mine."

The corner of Papilio's mouth twitched slightly.

I just agreed with you a few words, and you are acting so serious?
Although he thought so in his heart, the master and servant had been living together for many years, and they were bored every day, so saying these meaningless words was commonplace.

"There are not many people who can be called old friends with you, Master."

Emperor Wen smiled and nodded: "So it's either Qianxue or Luo Bi."

Fengdie raised her eyebrows: "Is there no other option?"

Emperor Wen took a sip of the tea and thought deeply for half a minute: "I think... there should be no more."

Fengdie sighed: "Sometimes, I really don't know where your confidence comes from."

"Of course it's a man's sixth sense!"

Emperor Wen put down his teacup and was about to continue reading when he suddenly saw someone walk into Huanzhu Tower.

As Lu Ping walked, he looked around at the decoration inside Huanzhu Tower, like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden for the first time, with an expression of admiration on his face.

When he stood in front of Emperor Wen, he finally sighed, "The decoration of Huanzhu Tower is much more upscale than the previous one!"

"Is the killer business so profitable?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ping saw Fengdie's footsteps slowly moving towards the door, as if ready to run away at any time, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry, Miss Feng. I don't plan to demolish the house this time."

Do you think I believe you?

Fengdie maintained an elegant smile on her face: "I'll go make some tea."

"No need, isn't there a ready-made one?"

Lu Ping waved his hand to stop Fengdie's idea, smiled and took two steps forward, snatching the teapot next to Emperor Wen.

Freshly brewed tea is, of course, very hot.

But this is not a difficult task for Lu Ping.

With a turn of internal energy, the cold internal force rushed forward along the palm of his hand, and the temperature of the teapot instantly dropped from over ninety degrees to a dozen degrees.

Then he tilted his head back, lifted the teapot, and poured the tea into his mouth.

“Ah… so comfortable!”

This "generous" behavior made Fengdie feel distressed. Of course, she was not distressed for Lu Ping or the teapot, but for the fine tea leaves.

"If you are thirsty, you should drink slowly instead of guzzling it like this."

"You've ruined the good tea!"

Lu Ping disagreed: "As long as the tea is brewed and drunk, it is not a waste."

After a brief greeting, Emperor Wen asked Lu Ping why he came.

"So...what exactly are you doing here today?"

Lu Ping casually moved a chair and sat down: "It's nothing, actually. It's just about the 'Suzaku Heavenly Ranking' that has been making a lot of noise in the martial arts world recently."

Emperor Wen covered half of his face with his feather fan, and looked thoughtful: "Suzaku Heavenly Ranking..."

"I don't believe that Huanzhulou's intelligence network has not received any information."

Lu Ping asked knowingly, his eyes fixed on Emperor Wen: "The 8th ranked 'Sword Twelve' should be your Misty Sword Style, right?"

"Given your martial arts, wisdom, and influence in the martial arts world, it's not surprising that you're on this list. I just want to ask how you feel right now."

"Also, what are your thoughts on the list?"

There is a term in this world called "close to the face and open wide".

This is pretty much what Lu Ping is doing now.

I made a special trip to Huanzhu Tower. On the one hand, I wanted to test whether Emperor Wen could tell that it was the noise he made with his wisdom. On the other hand, I also wanted to invite him to participate in this game.

After all, one person's wisdom is limited, but two people's wisdom is greater.

It would be hard to accomplish anything just by myself planning behind the scenes, but if I could bring in the sinister and scheming Xin Wen to be the designer, it might become more interesting.

In Lu Ping's opinion, Emperor Wen is a person who likes to stir up trouble and watch shows, and maybe he really can't help but become a pleasure monster for once.

“It’s a really interesting topic.”

Emperor Wen narrowed his eyes, which were already small to begin with, and narrowed them into a slit.

"The Suzaku Kaitian List looks so magical that even Liang Huang Wuji can't tell the real from the fake. But in front of a true wise man, it's just a trick that can be easily seen through."

"Really? I don't believe it!" Lu Ping fell back.

This person must be trying to deceive me!
"In terms of martial arts, the designer may be unrivaled in the world; but in terms of wisdom, that person is still slightly inferior."

Emperor Wen glanced at Lu Ping boldly, his eyes showing disdain: "There are seven flaws in total, such as the unprecedented precedent, the time interval between the two openings, the content and ranking of this list..."

Among these seven flaws, two were left intentionally by Lu Ping, two were discovered by him when he reviewed the situation after finishing the work, and as for the last three, he did not notice them at all or did not realize that they could be considered flaws.

When he finished speaking, Lu Ping suddenly slapped his thigh.

"its not right!"

"You said it yourself. This has never happened before. There is no record of it in any books or in the marketplace."

"Since there is no precedent, how do you know that your inference is correct?"

Emperor Wen replied, "The intuition of a wise man."

The so-called intuition of a wise man is quite amazing.

It’s just like a senior high school student who has done so many exercises that when he sees the questions on the test paper, he immediately knows what to do.

It's just like a woman who finds her boyfriend suddenly becomes negative and indifferent for a period of time, and no longer bothers her, and she immediately guesses that he is cheating.

It is a kind of judgment that is summarized from rich experience and is difficult to explain.

Ordinary people may occasionally have a flash of inspiration and use this intuition to make the right judgment, but they rarely are able to grasp this judgment and the subsequent correct response.

But the so-called wise men can.

Lu Ping does not have the intuition of a wise man, but he has the intuition of a warrior.

For example, the last time he passed the night market, he happened to encounter a fork in the road, but he immediately realized that turning left would lead to a barbecue street, and going right would lead to brothels and gambling houses.

So he could fully accept what Emperor Wen said.

"I believe you ghost!"

(End of this chapter)