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

Lin Pingzhi, with a resolute expression, said to Wang Yuanba:

"Grandpa, please don't worry. Murong Bo is more afraid of his identity being exposed than those things."

These conditions were all proposed by Lin Pingzhi after careful consideration.

With his current martial arts skills, he simply cannot hold back Murong Bo.

Rather than wasting effort, it's better to transform it into tangible benefits.

Besides, aren't we still keeping Murong Bo around to help Brother Qiao vent his anger?

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's reply, Wang Yuanba was finally relieved.

Murong Bo's sudden death was already very suspicious, and now that I think about it, Murong Bo's schemes were far more ambitious than I imagined.

An hour later, everyone returned to the Wang family's residence.

Old Madam Wang and the others had been waiting for a long time. As soon as they saw the group return, they asked eagerly:

"How did it go?"

Wang Bofen's face flushed with excitement as he said:

"The matter has been resolved. Although Yan Longyuan is powerful, he is no match for Lin Pingzhi. In addition, we also obtained this."

Having said that, he took out the Golden Knife Sword Technique Manual from his bosom.

Wang Yuanba added, "These are the seven lost moves of the Golden Saber Technique from our Wang family."

"Very good!"

Madam Wang's voice trembled with excitement.

Having been married for over forty years, she understood best the regret in her husband's heart.

"Pingzhi, breakfast is ready. Go and eat."

The group walked happily toward the main hall.

Wang Zhongqiang suddenly noticed that Wang Jiajun and Wang Jiaju had bruises and swelling on their faces, and immediately asked angrily:

"Weren't your injuries healed? How did they get into this state again?"

People are afraid of comparison.

Compared to Lin Pingzhi, his two sons were worse than pigs and dogs.

One of Wang Jiajun's older sisters said gloatingly, "Second Uncle, those two were defeated by Little Snow Dragon."

"And who is Little Snow Dragon?"

Wang Zhongqiang didn't react immediately.

The older sister said, "Little Snow Dragon is not human. Little Snow Dragon is the white horse that Grandma gave to Cousin Pingzhi."

"You two were defeated by a horse?"

Wang Zhongqiang stared at the Wang brothers, his face filled with disbelief.

Wang Yuanba, Wang Bofen, and the others also turned around and looked at the two brothers with strange eyes.

The two lowered their heads in shame, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

It turned out that the two brothers knew they were no match for Lin Pingzhi, so they challenged Bai Er and others to a contest, but they still couldn't beat them.

Bai Er deliberately led the two to compete with Xiao Xuelong.

The two initially felt that competing with a horse was a humiliation, but they were unexpectedly humiliated even more during the competition.

The older sister exclaimed excitedly, "Uncle, you don't know, Little Snow Dragon is incredibly powerful; most people are no match for it!"

Everyone assumed she was defending the Wang Jiaju brothers.

Wang Zhongqiang stared fiercely at the two brothers:

"Starting tomorrow, you two brothers are not allowed to leave the house. You must practice martial arts with me. The curfew will be lifted when you have mastered the Golden Saber Technique."

The two brothers hung their heads, not daring to argue.

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When Murong Bo heard Lin Pingzhi's last words, he was utterly shocked.

His acupoints, Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, feel like they are being pierced by thousands of needles every morning, noon, and midnight, causing unbearable pain.

Only he knows about this.

"Just who is Lin Pingzhi?"

Murong Bo's first thought was Kumārajīva.

Only Kumārajīva knew that he was hiding in Shaolin Temple, and Lin Pingzhi also knew the Flaming Saber.

After returning home, Murong Bo became increasingly angry.

He has cheated and swindled many people in his life, but this is the first time he has suffered such a huge loss.

"My identity must never be revealed, otherwise all my efforts will be in vain."

For the first time, Murong Bo experienced what it felt like to be humiliated.

Fortunately, having impersonated a monk for so long, his patience had improved, and he managed to suppress his impulse.

"These seventy-two unique skills are the result of my painstaking copying."

Murong Bo felt extremely reluctant to part with her.

On the road.

They happened to run into the black-robed monk, who also seemed preoccupied.

The black-robed monk was none other than Qiao Feng's father, Xiao Yuanshan.

He was ambushed and nearly lost his life. His biological son, Qiao Feng, was adopted and eventually became the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

Not long ago, I heard that my son could no longer even be the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

Upon hearing this news, he was naturally furious and was already thinking about how to take revenge.

now.

The two masters of ruining their sons were each preoccupied with their own thoughts, looked at each other in silence, and passed by each other.

Three days later, Murong Bo indeed delivered seventy-two unique skills and twenty thousand taels of silver.

Wang Zhongqiang and Wang Bofen didn't care much about the 20,000 taels of silver notes, but they were extremely envious of the seventy-two unique skills.

but.

However, he was severely punished by Wang Yuanba:

"You two can't even master the Golden Saber Technique, yet you want to learn the Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills."

In fact, Wang Yuanba knew in his heart that the seventy-two unique skills were not prepared for them.

This is a unique skill of Shaolin Temple; it is not allowed for others to learn it casually.

If discovered, it's very likely that they have a connection to Buddhism and will be held accountable by the Shaolin Temple.

Only Heiji has the strength to deal with this.

After receiving the seventy-two unique skills, the first thing Lin Pingzhi did was to record them.

Another option was to give the secret manual to Lin Daiyu.

Considering the tragedies of Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, he instructed Lin Daiyu that the 72 Shaolin skills are divided into two aspects: theory and practice. Each skill must be countered by a corresponding compassionate Buddhist teaching.

Only when one's understanding of Buddhism deepens and one's compassion intensifies can one master more martial arts skills.

Lin Daiyu asked, "Wouldn't that mean I'd become a monk by the time I've mastered all seventy-two martial arts techniques?"

Lin Pingzhi said with a smile, "Not a monk, but a nun."

He then added, "It's not necessary to learn everything. In martial arts, quality is more important than quantity; the key is to integrate and apply the knowledge."

Since entering the Innate Realm, he has not been so enthusiastic about cultivating the seventy-two unique skills.

In his view, the seventy-two unique skills were merely a reference.

It's good to learn more skills so you can have something to rely on in the future.

For example, Go.

Lin Pingzhi sought out Lin Daiyu to learn Go, which made Lin Daiyu very happy.

"Brother Pingzhi, you lost."

Seeing Lin Pingzhi abandon his pawn and surrender, Lin Daiyu's face flushed with excitement.

Lin Pingzhi finally fell short of her in one aspect.

"Daiyu, let me go back and think about it carefully."

"I hope that Pingzhi's talent for Go is as great as his talent for martial arts!"

Lin Daiyu encouraged her.

But in his heart, he was thinking that he would make Lin Pingzhi suffer again next time.

Back in the room.

Lin Pingzhi said in a low voice:

[I spent two thousand taels to improve my Go skills, thank you.]

At the same time, the silver tael numbers on the panel began to jump rapidly.

At the same time, lines of prompts flashed across the panel:

[You have been learning Go from Lin Daiyu, and your Go skills have reached the ninth rank.]

You spent fifty taels to purchase books such as "The Thirteen Chapters of Chess Classic," and after careful study, your chess skills improved to the eighth rank.

[You sought out teachers everywhere, and Yu Lijun, seeing your sincerity and finding you very compatible, taught you Go for free, raising your skill to the seventh rank.]

Huh, modern people can do that too?

That's right. In the past, when people learned martial arts, those skills couldn't be taught to them by modern people.

[You rewarded me with 500 taels of silver, finally gaining the opportunity to learn from Zhan Ying. After diligent study, your chess skills have improved to the sixth rank.]

[You spent three hundred taels of silver to play chess with Zhan Ying for three and a half hours, learning the art of "taming the eagle," and your chess skills have improved to the fifth rank.]

[You teach Ke Jie games, and in exchange, he teaches you Go. Your Go skills improve to the fourth rank.]

Your chess skill has improved to the third rank.

Your chess skill has improved to the second rank.

You're addicted to the game and have spent all your remaining silver coins on in-game purchases.

[Your silver has been exhausted; this upgrade is now complete.]

"Damn it, games are a killer!"

"Second rank should be enough."

Next up is the Zhenlong Chess Game.

Lin Pingzhi disguised Daiyu as a young boy.

The two rode one horse each and headed towards Leigu Mountain.