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

"Miss Ren, please, Left Envoy."

Ren Yingying deliberately changed the challenge from one person to two people fighting together, but Lin Pingzhi didn't care at all and said with a smile.

Xiang Wentian has always acted with integrity and uprightness, and in order to rescue Ren Woxing, he could not care about anything else at this moment.

"Young Master Escort, please!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved swiftly and struck first. The soft whip in his hand moved like a snake emerging from its hole, and with a "whoosh," it lashed out at Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi flashed forward, unleashing the "Cloud Universe" move from his right palm, while feinting with his left palm to cover his attack. His right palm then suddenly attacked from below.

Xiang Wentian sneered, and the whip's momentum suddenly changed, striking Lin Pingzhi's throat like a snake spitting its tongue.

Lin Pingzhi's sleeves swayed slightly, and he unleashed the "Seeing Flowers Through the Mist" technique from his right hand's Heaven-Turning Palm. His fist and palm instantly switched, forming a fierce sweeping attack that forced Xiang Wentian to retreat.

at the same time.

Ren Yingying did not rush to make a move, but slowly took off the backpack from her back.

Opening the backpack, what was taken out was not some strange weapon, but a zither.

"This is……"

Everyone was taken aback by what they saw.

When did the guqin become a weapon?

Ren Yingying sat cross-legged, gently placing the zither on her lap.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

The sound of the piano began to rise gently, elegant and slow.

"what?"

Lin Pingzhi felt his internal energy suddenly stagnate, and his movements slowed down, which surprised him slightly.

Everyone was amazed to see that the music could be used against enemies.

Su Xinghe frowned deeply, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time.

Xiang Wentian's soft whip swept towards them like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying a fierce and imposing aura.

"Funny, fun!"

Lin Pingzhi hadn't expected Ren Yingying's zither music to have such an effect. He quickly gathered internal energy in his left palm, and an invisible blade of energy sliced ​​through the air to meet the soft whip.

With a "snap," the soft whip changed direction and whipped back towards Xiang Wentian.

"Flaming Blade!"

Xiang Wentian had clearly studied Lin Pingzhi before.

Seeing the whip curling back, he hurriedly pulled it to the side.

Just as Lin Pingzhi was about to seize the opportunity to move forward, he suddenly heard a "ding-dong-dong-dong" sound. The music suddenly became rapid, as exciting as the clash of swords and the thunder of horses. He felt his inner energy suddenly become disordered, and his steps involuntarily slowed down.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiang Wentian struck, his whip drawing a strange arc in the air as it coiled towards Lin Pingzhi's legs.

At the same time, Ren Yingying's hands moved rapidly across the zither, her chest heaving, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Clearly, this work took a huge toll on her.

In an instant, the crisp, short notes of the zither rose and fell, creating a desolate and somber atmosphere.

In an instant, Lin Pingzhi felt his internal energy become uncontrollable, running wildly around.

This was a situation he had never encountered before.

Fortunately, he had already entered the Innate Realm, and in a flash, he shut down his six senses, eliminating the interference of the zither music.

Suddenly, everything fell silent.

Lin Pingzhi bent his knees slightly and used the "Three-Layer Cloud Step" technique, suddenly lifting his body to dodge the whip.

"good!"

Bai Er and the others cheered loudly.

Ren Yingying was slightly taken aback, and her hands involuntarily slowed down.

This was a combined attack technique she and Xiang Wentian had devised, intended to subdue a master by surprise.

Unexpectedly, Lin Pingzhi came up with a solution so quickly.

at this time.

Lin Pingzhi had already figured out the principle behind the music, and was no longer as flustered as before.

Ren Yingying infused her true energy into the zither, causing the strings to vibrate and generate strong sound waves, which she used to disrupt her opponent's meridians.

This is also why the other party was able to heal their injuries through the music.

It must be said that Ren Yingying is a genius.

However, her internal strength was much weaker.

A thought flashed through Lin Pingzhi's mind, and he suddenly shouted:

"Zhao guest wears a silk tassel, Wu hook shines like frost and snow."

The poem being recited was Li Bai's "The Ballad of the Knight-Errant".

In that moment, he unconsciously used the Lion's Roar, one of the 72 Shaolin Arts he had learned before.

Ren Yingying was unknowingly affected.

The music gradually slowed down, becoming extremely low and delicate, yet each note remained clearly audible.

"A silver saddle shines on a white horse, swift as a shooting star."

Lin Pingzhi continued reading.

When the word "white horse" was pronounced, the little snow dragon raised its head and cried out, as if in response.

The music suddenly became more urgent.

"Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles."

Lin Pingzhi continued reading.

At this moment, his mind was not on killing, but rather immersed in this feeling of sudden enlightenment.

Although Xiang Wentian was highly skilled in martial arts, without Ren Yingying's cooperation, he was even less able to defeat Lin Pingzhi.

"Having accomplished his task, he dusted off his clothes and departed, concealing his identity and name."

Lin Pingzhi's figure moved swiftly and slowly, weaving through the whip's shadows.

"Leisurely passing through Xinling, I drink, then lay my sword across my knees."

Lin Pingzhi read with increasing gusto, his voice gradually rising in pitch.

Ren Yingying felt her hands moving uncontrollably as she rapidly plucked the strings.

The music also rose in pitch, like a gushing spring.

She had never encountered this situation before and was greatly alarmed.

He wanted to stop, but his internal energy kept urging his hands to move.

Deep down, I felt that this might be an opportunity for me as well.

I simply stopped resisting.

"He offered roasted meat to Zhu Hai and raised a cup to Hou Ying."

"Three cups of wine and a promise is made; the Five Sacred Mountains seem light as a feather."

As if they were already drunk, the group transformed into swordsmen, their eyes blurred and ears burning, their spirits soaring.

Hearty!

Lin Pingzhi's pace quickened, and Xiang Wentian's soft whip could no longer keep up.

Ren Yingying was drenched in sweat and her face was deathly pale, but her hands on the zither strings did not stop.

"Though I die, my chivalrous spirit remains, I am worthy of being a hero in this world."

Suddenly, the sound of the zither erupted, like a thunderclap.

Suddenly, everyone felt a surge of courage, a willingness to die for their benefactor.

Jia Yucun was filled with longing; this was the recitation effect he had always dreamed of.

Unfortunately, I lack that bold and unrestrained spirit.

"Clang!"

Suddenly, three strings snapped, and the music abruptly stopped.

Ren Yingying spat a mouthful of blood onto the zither, and her body suddenly went limp, slowly leaning against the zither.

Between heaven and earth, only Lin Pingzhi's voice remained:

"Who can write your masterpiece, the Tai Xuan Jing, even in your old age?"

After reading it, Lin Pingzhi suddenly grabbed the soft whip in Xiang Wentian's hand.

Xiang Wentian was as if waking from a dream. It was too late to dodge. A cold true energy passed through the soft whip, causing a sharp pain. His right hand involuntarily loosened its grip.

Lin Pingzhi leaped up, brandishing his soft whip, and began writing characters stroke by stroke on the wooden wall in front of him.

Everyone was amazed to see that the whip was so soft, yet Lin Pingzhi could control it to write.

Lin Pingzhi rose and fell three times, his right hand moving swiftly, and finally finished writing.

Everyone stared intently at the three characters "Tai Xuan Jing".

Each character is embedded several centimeters into the wooden wall.

The street suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, a voice rang out from the street.

"Young镖头 (Young镖头) has beautiful handwriting!"

Everyone looked up and saw a dozen or so people walking towards them from a distance.

The leader was a young man with exceptionally handsome features, and bright, clear eyes.

He held a white feather fan in his hand.

The hand holding the fan handle was so white that it was indistinguishable from the fan handle itself.