Reborn as Lin Pingzhi, starting from escorting Daiyu to the capital.

"Old Master Wang, if you agree to join us in this important matter, these seven moves of the Golden Saber Technique will be returned to their rightful owner. What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, a look of greed flashed in the eyes of Wang Bofen and Wang Zhongqiang.

They knew that if they could learn these seven moves of the Golden Saber Technique, their strength would be greatly enhanced, giving them more leverage in the martial world.

As the head of the Golden Saber Wang family, Wang Yuanba also had some reservations.

He naturally hoped to pass on the complete Golden Saber Technique and let the family's martial arts flourish in his own hands.

The gray-robed monk's lips curled up slightly, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

He had previously used this very skill to subdue countless heroes.

Ask any martial arts practitioner, who could resist the allure of a martial arts manual?

Wang Yuanba suppressed his inner impulse and looked at Lin Pingzhi—this was something they had discussed beforehand.

Lin Pingzhi slowly walked out of the crowd, his expression calm, and said:

"Master, I have a question to ask you."

The gray-robed monk had initially thought Lin Pingzhi was just a grandson of Wang Yuanba and hadn't taken him seriously.

Upon hearing him address him as "Master," her impression of Lin Pingzhi instantly worsened for two reasons:

Firstly, by calling himself a master, he deliberately emphasized his identity as a monk, implying that he should be detached from worldly affairs and should not get involved in worldly disputes.

Secondly, nowadays, the word "master" often carries the connotation of a fraud in the martial arts world. Could the other party be subtly implying that I am a fraud?

The grey-robed monk suppressed his emotions and said:

"I wonder what troubles this young man?"

Lin Pingzhi smiled slightly and said:

"I also possess an ancestral sword technique, but it has some omissions. I wonder if the master could complete it?"

The grey-robed monk frowned slightly; this was completely unexpected. He asked:

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"A master can tell at a glance."

As Lin Pingzhi spoke, he walked to the bronze incense burner and, imitating the other person, slapped the body of the burner, causing the remaining two sticks of incense to leap up from it.

Lin Pingzhi reached out and grabbed Qingxiang from the left and right, his movements graceful and effortless.

"good!"

Wang Yuanba cheered on his grandson from the side.

The gray-robed monk's face was covered, so his expression was not visible.

Lin Pingzhi stretched out his body, waving two sticks of incense, his movements light and agile.

The flame flickered on the tip of the incense stick, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, followed by two wisps of blue smoke that appeared and then disappeared.

"Evil-Repelling Sword Technique!"

This time, not only the gray-robed monk, but also Wang Yuanba and the others recognized the sword technique.

Lin Pingzhi wielded the sword with both hands, his swordplay extremely fluid.

Unfortunately, the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique itself is quite ordinary.

After the dance, Lin Pingzhi clasped his hands together and humbly said:

"There are some omissions in our family's seventy-two sword techniques. Please help us fill them in, Master."

You're here to cause trouble, aren't you?!

Everyone knows that the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique is incredibly powerful; if one can master it completely, one can be invincible throughout the world.

If I knew the complete Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, what use would I have for your Wang family's wealth?

The gray-robed monk remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he cursed incessantly.

He even suspected that the young man had deliberately learned the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique to disgust him, thinking to himself:

These young people have no sense of martial ethics!

Suppressing his anger, he coldly said, "When did the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique become a family heirloom of the Wang family?"

Lin Pingzhi slowly said, "Excuse me, my name is Lin Pingzhi, and I am the young head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) of Fuwei镖局 (escort agency)."

The gray-robed monk coldly looked at Wang Yuanba: "So, Old Master Wang has brought in outside help."

Wang Yuanba said, "Pingzhi is my grandson, so he's not an outsider."

The gray-robed monk asked, "Master Wang, what about what I said...?"

Wang Yuanba did not answer immediately, but looked at Lin Pingzhi, seemingly waiting for his opinion.

Lin Pingzhi said slowly, "Since you have already become a monk, Master, you should focus on meditation and enlightenment. You should no longer concern yourself with worldly affairs." His tone was earnest, as if Lin Pingzhi was the master, while the gray-robed monk seemed like a lost soul.

"Okay, okay!"

The gray-robed monk gave a sinister smile, leaped up, and slammed his right palm down on Lin Pingzhi's head with astonishing speed.

"Be careful!"

Wang Yuanba hurriedly spoke up to remind him.

Lin Pingzhi was prepared. With a flick of his wrists, the two sticks of incense in his hands transformed into two sharp arrows that shot towards the gray-robed monk.

Two streaks of light suddenly appeared, clearly moving at an extremely fast speed.

The gray-robed monk pointed with his left hand, and two sticks of incense exploded, making two soft popping sounds.

At the same time, his right palm was already in front of Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi remained calm and blocked the attack.

The gray-robed monk felt a jolt throughout his body as a chilling aura penetrated his bones, causing a slight numbness and tingling in his arms. He was greatly alarmed.

"How can this kid be so skilled!"

Lin Pingzhi's palm strike was already aimed at the gray-robed monk.

The gray-robed monk focused his inner strength and pointed with his left hand, attempting to neutralize the palm strike.

when!

Lin Pingzhi's palm strike was powerful and forceful. Although the gray-robed monk brushed it away, it was not completely neutralized. The force of the palm struck the bronze incense burner next to him, producing a loud bang.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged dozens of blows, their bodies constantly intertwining.

A series of loud bangs echoed around them as the force of the palm strike sent the ashes from the incense burner flying and filling the air.

"Those two are amazing!"

Wang Yuanba and the others were dumbfounded, secretly relieved: luckily they had asked Lin Pingzhi for help, otherwise they would probably be done for tonight.

Suddenly, Lin Pingzhi waved his left palm, and an invisible blade of energy shot towards the gray-robed monk.

"Flaming Blade!"

The gray-robed monk exclaimed in surprise, a look of shock on his face.

Similarly, he waved his left palm, and an invisible blade of energy shot out.

It's also a flame blade.

The two blade energies collided in mid-air, causing the airflow to churn and surge.

"How do you know how to use a flame blade?"

The gray-robed monk asked again in surprise.

Lin Pingzhi said calmly, "Since you know the Wang Family Golden Saber Technique, it's not surprising that I know the Flaming Saber Technique."

The gray-robed monk frowned. As far as he knew, only Kumārajīva knew how to use the Flaming Blade, and he couldn't help but wonder about Lin Pingzhi's background.

boom!

The blade energies clashed again, and Wang Yuanba and the others dodged far away, fearing they would be affected by the powerful force.

Today they finally witnessed a true battle between masters, and they felt that they had been like frogs in a well before.

Suddenly, the gray-robed monk let out a long laugh, leaped up, and darted down the mountain.

His movements were as swift as lightning; in the blink of an eye, he was already several feet away.

Wang Yuanba and the others were stunned. They did not expect that their opponent, a renowned expert, would actually flee at the last minute.

Wang Bofen and Wang Zhongqiang were overjoyed to see Lin Pingzhi defeat his powerful enemy. However, they were also saddened to realize that this meant they had lost the seven lost moves of the Golden Saber Technique.

Wang Yuanba looked worried. His opponent was highly skilled in martial arts. If he let the opponent escape this time, what if the opponent came back to take revenge next time?

Lin Pingzhi will eventually have to leave; he can't stay in the Wang family to protect them forever.

Seeing that the other person was getting further and further away, it seemed that their lightness skill was excellent and it was impossible to catch up.

But Lin Pingzhi remained calm and spoke loudly:

"Amitabha Buddha, Elder Murong Bo, now that you've come, why the rush to leave?"

Wang Yuanba and the others were taken aback. Could it be that Lin Pingzhi had already recognized the other party's identity?

But then the gray-robed monk who had been walking away suddenly paused.

Lin Pingzhi continued:

"Murong Bo, Elder Benefactor Murong, you don't want your identity to be exposed, do you?"

The gray-robed monk suddenly stopped, standing motionless.

Lin Pingzhi continued:

"Elder Murong, do you still remember the Battle of Yanmen Pass?"

To the astonishment of Wang Yuanba and his two sons, the gray-robed monk suddenly turned around and rushed toward Lin Pingzhi and the others.

The faster you run, the faster you come back.

A moment later, the gray-robed monk returned to the group.