The Villain's Counterattack

"So, Senior Tu Bi Weng, two stubborn slaves, four masters' ten years of freedom, a painting of 'Traveling in Mountains and Rivers by Fan Zhongli of the Northern Song Dynasty', and a painting of 'Sui Yi Tie' by Zhang Xu of the Tang Dynasty. Same conditions. If you lose, you will be my teacher for ten years. If you win, you can take everything." Lin Pingzhi turned his head and looked at Xiang Wentian, who unfolded a scroll of cursive script.

The originally calm and composed Tu Biweng immediately lost his composure, his eyes shining, his hands trembling slightly, and he kept gesturing, "It's an authentic work, absolutely an authentic work!"

Lin Pingzhi said calmly, "I'm throwing tons of silver at this. If anyone dares to fool me with fake goods, I won't mind killing him with silver."

"The prodigal son of the Lin family is indeed worthy of his reputation. I'll make this bet." Tu Bi Weng had already seen a little bit of the trick. Lin Pingzhi's martial arts were indeed very good. His sword technique of exorcising evil was strange and unpredictable, and his attacks were sharp. As long as he took the initiative, he would have a chance of winning.

Tu Bi Weng's martial arts were slightly stronger than Dan Qingsheng's, but he was still not a strong opponent. He used the Judge's Pen quite well, but was a little restrained. Lin Pingzhi was also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he also integrated them into his martial arts. One of them used a sword and the other a pen, but they competed in calligraphy together.

The only slight difference was that Tu Bi Weng wrote with ease and grasped the essence of cursive writing, while Lin Pingzhi used his sword to give the stiff feeling of a hammer. Each word sounded as powerful as the impact of an axe or hammer, yet it surpassed Tu Bi Weng's cursive writing.

The sword fell with a sound, interrupting Bald Pen Manger's rhythm and finally leading him astray. Bald Pen Manger retreated dejectedly, his old face flushed with anger, "Did you do this on purpose, kid? You actually used the inscription on the stele to challenge my running and cursive scripts. I, I..."

His Judge's Pen was a hard weapon, but he was hit by his long sword and had no power to fight back. After a few head-on blows, he still couldn't really achieve the combination of hardness and softness. Although he seemed to be using force smoothly, he was still strong, but was defeated by Lin Pingzhi's swordsmanship which was light but heavy.

"This is the sword that I created by integrating the Shaolin Demon Subduing Sword Technique and the Songshan Fast and Slow Sword Technique. As for the sword that makes heavy things seem light, it was already perfected three years ago and has been seldom used since then. There are two things we need to pay attention to in what Senior Tu Bi Weng said. One is the combination of hardness and softness, a needle hidden in cotton, and flesh and blood. The second is that you need to get carried away." Lin Pingzhi made a casual remark, but Tu Bi Weng fell to the ground.

"He has flesh and bones, but he gets carried away by success. He has flesh and bones, but he gets carried away by success." Seeing that Tu Bi Weng seemed to have realized something, Lin Pingzhi made a gesture and everyone changed places.

Dan Qingsheng was really envious. He had encountered this situation before and only after overcoming it did he become a first-rate person. He didn't expect that his third brother would get the opportunity at this time, but why not himself?

When Heibaizi saw Lin Pingzhi's gaze on him, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "You are so young, but I don't know how you cultivated such martial arts. Not only are your swordsmanship superb, but your internal energy is even stronger than Third Brother's. It's incredible."

Others were watching his sword skills, but Hei Baizi knew clearly that his third brother's defeat was a comprehensive defeat, not only in sword skills, calligraphy, and artistic conception, but also in his internal strength.

"This young master is gifted. There is nothing I can do about it. Reading is cultivation, writing is cultivation, painting is cultivation, playing the piano is cultivation, playing chess is cultivation, eating is cultivation, sleeping is cultivation, even riding a horse and walking is cultivation. How can ordinary people compare to me?" Ever since Lin Pingzhi learned the Quanzhen Dao Song, he can practice while walking, sitting or lying down, and even circulate his true energy while sleeping. This is the source of his internal strength. If a top master can be born just by a large amount of medicinal herbs, then the top master would be too worthless.

"I have no interest in calligraphy and painting, but what are you going to use to tempt me?" Hei Baizi did not think that he was a person with too many desires. A chess master values ​​his character the most, and his heart was very calm.

"Liu Zhongfu's "Vomiting Blood Score"? " Lin Pingzhi's tone was very flat, as if he was asking, "Have you eaten this morning?" But when it fell into Heibaizi's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue.

"How could such a legendary thing be possible?"

"Money is not everything, but without money, you can do nothing. This young master has bought this possibility with money. Let you look at two pages, and then we will compare again." Lin Pingzhi disrupted Hei Baizi's mood.

The same conditions resulted in a crushing defeat for the black and white pieces. Lin Pingzhi stared at the chessboard eagerly, but pretended not to notice. "Is there really no one in this vast Plum Manor who can surpass the sword in my hand? Alas, I prepared so many good things."

"Traveling in Mountains and Rivers by Fan Zhongli of the Northern Song Dynasty." Dan Qingsheng's mouth twitched slightly, but he never let go of the painting in his hand.

"'Sui Yi Tie' by Zhang Xu of the Tang Dynasty." Tu Bi Weng, who had come to his senses, was about to laugh and celebrate his gain, but his face suddenly became depressed after hearing his words.

"Liu Zhongfu's "Vomiting Blood Score." Hei Baizi wanted to snatch it away immediately, but when he saw that the housekeeper was guarding it closely, he knew that the chances of success were slim.

"The piano score of "Guangling San." After Lin Pingzhi finished speaking, the three masters' eyes lit up at the same time. Yes, their boss had not made a move yet.

Heibaizi asked Danqingsheng and Tubiweng to entertain Lin Pingzhi, and called for fine wine and food while he hurried to find reinforcements. Chess manuals are unlike calligraphy and painting. Calligraphy and painting are physical objects, and even copying the artistic conception is impossible to imitate, but chess manuals can be memorized. Therefore, Lin Pingzhi only showed him the first two pages, which made him itchy and eager to go find the boss, Huang Zhonggong.

However, Mr. Huang Zhong was very arrogant and only invited Lin Pingzhi to meet him, so the others had to wait outside.

"You old man sit there all day without any sun, or go hiking or wading through water to stretch your muscles. There is an old man on Mount Hua who is much older than you. He is vigorous and strong, and his martial arts level is also better than yours." Lin Pingzhi looked at the skinny Huang Zhonggong, and there was a trace of pity on his face, which made Huang Zhonggong frown.

With a "Pa!" sound, he threw the booklet in front of him. "You can judge for yourself whether it is "Guangling San". I have learned all of this stuff, but it's just that."

Huang Zhong Gong didn't touch the booklet. Instead, he asked about Mount Hua. "Mr. Lin has a close relationship with Mount Hua, but I wonder if that vigorous and healthy senior is Senior Feng Qingyang? Some time ago, rumors circulated in the martial arts world that Senior Feng had passed away. I was deeply saddened. I didn't expect that he is still well. Congratulations."

"That old man is fine. If he hadn't stepped in, how could the heir of the Sword Sect change his attitude so easily and serve under Yue Buqun as an elder of the Huashan Sect? But the next leader of Huashan is extraordinary. He possesses the unique skills of both the Huashan Sword Sect and the Huashan Qi Sect. His martial arts are only slightly weaker than mine. His "Nine Swords of Dugu" is quite amazing." Lin Pingzhi praised Linghu Chong to the utmost, but in the end he said that he was worse than himself, which made Huang Zhonggong couldn't help laughing.

"Mr. Lin is a straightforward person, but I don't know the purpose of his visit. Please tell me clearly." Huang Zhonggong got what he wanted to know. As he spoke, he opened the music score and nodded repeatedly as he looked at it.

"This time I want to attract some talents for the new country that my Lin family has established overseas. Those idiots who have been fooled by the eight-legged essay are fine, so anyone with some literary spirit in the world is my target. You four old guys are hiding well enough. If it weren't for my wealth, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to find you." Lin Pingzhi looked at Hei Baizi, who had a black line on his head, and showed two rows of white teeth.

"I have deceived three of the four owners of your manor, and the only one left is you, the chief owner. Do you want to make a bet with me? If you win, I will give back the freedom of your three brothers, and all the treasures of music, chess, calligraphy and painting that I brought with you can stay. If you lose, I'm sorry, but my Lin family's Ryukyu Kingdom is really in need of teachers." Lin Pingzhi said it very clearly, but it was really surprising, or even shocking, that the Lin family actually established a country overseas.

"Lin Zhennan is a real hero." Huang Zhonggong's words made Lin Pingzhi extremely unhappy. This was all the credit of this young master, okay? My father was at most an executor, a white glove!