The Villain's Counterattack

"Hey, hey, hey, brother Dan Qingsheng, we teach you skills fairly, and there is no regret whether you win or lose. You are running here breathlessly, are you going to regret it?" He was leisurely all the way, and discussed the secrets of the "Seven-String Invisible Sword" with Ren Yingying from time to time. This unique skill is very useful for half-baked people who practice internal strength but cannot do it freely.

Ren Yingying rolled her eyes at Lin Pingzhi's statement. It seemed like she was one of them. There were clearly extra horses, but this bastard insisted on riding with her. He really thought she was just a servant. Even a servant wouldn't get so close to him. Only a concubine would do that.

"Mr. Lin said before that he wanted to challenge the masters of my Meizhuang. If anyone in my Meizhuang can defeat you, he will give all the treasures to you. Is that right?" Dan Qingsheng asked.

Lin Pingzhi's face was filled with suspicion. He pointed at Dan Qingsheng and said, "Even if there is a conspiracy, I will not be easily fooled. The four owners of Plum Manor have all been defeated by me. Could it be that as in the legendary storybooks, an old monk sweeping the floor will jump out, say "Amitabha", and then knock me to the ground with a broom?"

Ren Yingying pursed her lips in a sweet smile, while Xiang Wentian's mouth cracked. Dan Qingsheng found what he said amusing and couldn't help but laugh. "We at Plum Manor wouldn't capture monks to sweep the floor, but besides the four of us, there is indeed a peerless master living in seclusion here. It's just that this master has a strange and violent personality and is not easy to talk to. However, this senior's martial arts skills are absolutely unmatched, and he is a genuine master in the martial arts world. Master Lin, do you dare to give it a try?"

Lin Pingzhi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "You can guess my intentions. It's not difficult to know my ultimate intentions. But I don't believe that in your small Plum Manor, besides six top-notch masters, there are also top-notch masters living in seclusion. You must have some conspiracy to trick me back. Let me make it clear, I won't give back the good things that come into my hands."

Dan Qingsheng was quite generous and laughed nonchalantly, saying, "Of course, the four of us brothers won't ask for anything we've given away, but we're drooling over the four treasures in Brother Lin's hand. This time, we're only betting on these four. Whether we win or lose this time, the past is in the past and we won't pursue it. This time, we're only betting on the four treasures in Brother Lin's hand."

"Okay! That's straightforward. But if I win, would that senior be willing to contribute a secret manual of martial arts?" Lin Pingzhi asked greedily.

Dan Qingsheng nodded secretly in his heart. This was Lin Pingzhi's normal behavior. If he agreed generously but didn't want any benefits, it would be abnormal. He laughed in his heart and said, "The premise is that you can win. I believe that senior will not be stingy."

The premise is that you can really win. However, Dan Qingsheng does not think that there are many people in the world who can be compared with Ren Woxing. Even the current Eastern Sect Leader is a rising star. Dan Qingsheng is not sure whether he can really beat Ren Woxing in a head-on fight (his experience is that he cannot tell the difference between top masters, and Dongfang Bubai has not fought for a long time. The title of number one in the world is just earned through his previous battle record).

Everyone rode back, but the two captured servants were in a complicated mood. Half a day ago, they were still in this family, but now they were guests. They had lived here for more than ten years, but now they had to leave their hometown and go overseas when they were old. It was just that the situation was stronger than them. They lost so cleanly and neatly, and they could not blame others. The four owners of the manor also tried their best.

Having a master like Lin Pingzhi doesn't seem too bad. He has such accomplishments at such a young age, and his future achievements are limitless. But when he thinks of his "number one in the world" competition plan, he feels a little panic in his heart. He just likes to do stupid things too much.

Lin Pingzhi and others returned to Meizhuang. Heibaizi and Tubiweng greeted them warmly, but told Lin Pingzhi that the senior had a strange personality and needed to compete with his face covered, which made Lin Pingzhi look at them with a slightly strange expression.

"That senior can't stand seeing others more handsome than him?" Lin Pingzhi made a guess. The three of them shook their heads, but just said that it was not something they could say, but it was necessary to do so when meeting that senior, even they were the same.

"What a bad habit! Can I hit him with silver before the duel?" Lin Pingzhi actually took out a piece of white silver from his pocket, which made the three of them frown.

Hearing that no one else was allowed to watch, Lin Pingzhi said he didn't care, as long as he knew the outcome. However, he added that it was like a sword that couldn't hit someone in the face, as he relied on his face for a living. However, because the competition had too many rules, Lin Pingzhi was very unhappy. Therefore, the "Guangling San," "Duxue Pu," "Xueshan Xinglv Tu," and "Suiyi Tie" were temporarily in the hands of the steward, and the ownership would be decided upon his return.

Hei Baizi, Tu Bi Weng and Dan Qingsheng expressed their understanding of this, and then arranged for the others to rest here. They took Lin Pingzhi away directly, but they were heading towards Huang Zhonggong's residence.

"You don't want the master of the manor to put on some makeup and use other martial arts to compete with me, do you? Let me tell you, although the master of the manor's martial arts is good, it is still slightly worse than mine. As long as you are willing to give up the martial arts secrets, I don't mind fighting one more round." Lin Pingzhi guessed suspiciously when he saw this direction.

"It's not advisable to use a real sword in a duel, otherwise it would be bad if you hurt someone." He looked at Lin Pingzhi's sword and said, "Why didn't you tell me before? Are you coveting my Longquan Wufeng sword?"

The three men finally realized that the legendary sword of Lin Pingzhi was actually unsharpened, but it was still better to be on the safe side. "A sword fight should be fair and just, but that senior isn't very suited to using an iron sword; a wooden sword is just right. Brother Lin, are you planning to use your Longquan sword to bully that senior's wooden sword?"

"Am I that kind of person? How about I carry my sword with me but not use it?" Lin Pingzhi asked tentatively, but was unanimously rejected by the three. He could only leave the sword with them for the time being. He took out a wooden sword and waved it a few times, then curled his lips and said, "It's too light. I feel a little floating."

Is it because your sword is too heavy? The three of them tried it out and found that Lin Pingzhi's sword was indeed not light. It must be at least 30 to 50 kilograms. Is this guy really that strong?

Huang Zhonggong lifted the bed covers and lifted the bed board. Underneath was an iron plate with a copper ring. Huang Zhonggong grasped the copper ring and lifted it. The iron plate, about four feet wide and five feet long, rose up with his hand, revealing a long square hole.

"Tsk tsk, the master of the manor is old but not old at heart. He actually played the trick of imprisoning a beautiful girl in a secret room." Lin Pingzhi's careless words made the four masters of the manor frown.

Huang Zhonggong smiled helplessly and said, "That senior had a violent temper. He once went astray in his practice and lost control of himself. That's why he imprisoned himself here and asked us brothers to take care of him."

There were several gates along the way, either stone or iron, each requiring a key. Huang Zhonggong held the key. No wonder Dan Qingsheng, Tu Biweng, and Hei Baizi occasionally ventured out, while Huang Zhonggong remained indoors for over a decade. This old man was a bit too pitiful. If it weren't for the pillowcase on his head, his expression of pity would be unseen.

After walking for a while, they finally reached their destination. It was another iron gate with a hole about a foot square in it. Huang Zhonggong said loudly into the hole, "Mr. Ren, the four Huang Zhonggong brothers are here to visit you."

Lin Pingzhi watched Huang Zhonggong and Ren Woxing bickering, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, and then he said impatiently, "Old man inside, when will you ever stop whining? I'm from the Fuwei Escort Agency. I'm a master of the 'Evil-Defeating Sword Technique'. When I unleash it, it's like lightning and thunder, unstoppable. I've also learned the sword technique of old man Feng Qingyang from Mount Hua, which is specifically designed to counter all current martial arts. With my sword in hand, no one can stop me. As long as their internal strength is far superior to mine, I'm not afraid of anyone."

"If you dare to compete, then compete. If you don't dare to compete, then admit defeat as soon as possible and honestly offer your unique skills. This is the rule, but it cannot be broken just because you don't dare to make a move." Lin Pingzhi shouted loudly, which made Ren Woxing inside laugh.

"The Fuwei Escort Agency is nothing. The 'Sword of Exorcism' is just a fragment of the 'Sunflower Manual'. I don't even care about the real 'Sunflower Manual'. I gave it to someone just like that. Let alone the incomplete version of the 'Sword of Exorcism'." Ren Woxing suddenly asked, "Have you really practiced the 'Sword of Exorcism'? That's not right. You sound so full of energy, it's obvious that you haven't..."

"Come in, kid, let me take a closer look." Ren Woxing suddenly became interested in Lin Pingzhi, or rather, he became interested in this kid who practiced the "Bixie Sword Technique" but did not seem to have castrated himself. His archenemy's martial arts were inherited from him, so he could use his hand to measure him.