Dog Brother transmigrates into Lin Pingzhi: The Tai Xuan Scripture suppresses all nations

The festive atmosphere at Fuwei Escort Agency lasted for several days after Lin Zhennan's return.

He opened up connections at Black Cliff and expanded his business in Hebei, making a fortune from escorting goods, with gifts piling up like a small mountain. Everyone in the escort agency received rewards, and Xiao He, holding her reward, couldn't stop smiling, filling the courtyard with a joyful atmosphere.

Lin Pingzhi was originally a noble young master, and Lin Zhennan specially brought back gold and jade trinkets, and even found a fine bow from beyond the Great Wall—this was to cater to his hobby of flying eagles and riding horses.

Shi Potian had no interest in jewelry, casually giving the lustrous jade horse to Xiao He, but he took a liking to the fine bow. The "bastard" had made a living by hunting as a child and had never seen such a fine bow before. He played with it every day, even going to the training ground to practice. With the subtle control he gained from the Tai Xuan Scripture, he quickly mastered the art of hitting the bullseye every time, drawing cheers from the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts): "The young镖头 (head镖师) is truly a Lu Bu among men!"

That day, Shi Potian, carrying a fine bow, went hunting with Zheng, the镖头 (bodyguard), but was stopped by Lin Zhennan as soon as he arrived at the door.

"Nonsense!" Lin Zhennan's eyebrows furrowed. "You lost your memory after a hunting accident and haven't you learned your lesson?"

Shi Potian looked completely innocent: "I only fell before because my martial arts were weak. Now that I'm stronger, I definitely won't fall anymore."

Lin Zhennan smiled wryly and said, "Don't talk nonsense again! You've forgotten all about the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique. Come with me to the training ground. I'm going to teach you again. Maybe it can even help you regain some of your memories."

After saying that, he grabbed Shi Potian's hand without further ado and headed straight for the training ground.

A moment later, the father and son stood in the center of the martial arts arena. Lin Zhennan dismissed the onlookers and said solemnly, "Ping'er, the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique is a secret passed down in my Lin family. Your great-grandfather, Yuantu, used it to defeat all opponents in the world. Unfortunately, I have been practicing it for decades but have never been able to grasp its essence. What I can do is just an ordinary sword technique, and now it has long been forgotten in the martial arts world."

He changed the subject, his tone becoming increasingly solemn: "Even so, you must remember this—this sword technique is passed down only to sons, never to daughters, and must never be taught to anyone else! I haven't even taught it to your mother, and you must never divulge a single word of it when you have a wife, understand?"

Shi Potian nodded vigorously: "I've remembered! I won't teach you the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique, but I can teach you other techniques."

Lin Zhennan ignored his nonsense, picked up a longsword from the weapon rack, drew it from its scabbard with a "whoosh," and said in a deep voice, "Watch carefully! I'll demonstrate it from beginning to end first."

He slowly thrust out his first move, "Repel All Evils." Shi Potian opened his eyes wide, full of anticipation—if it was a sword technique that was "unrivaled in the world," it must have amazing aspects.

After watching three or four moves, he frowned slightly. The sword moves were decent, not bad, but far from the imposing presence of the "Number One Swordsman Under Heaven" that he had imagined.

Upon seeing moves like "Flying Swallow Through Willows" and "Flying Meteor," Shi Potian became increasingly perplexed: while the flaws in these moves were not obvious, they were not particularly exquisite either, and were even... somewhat ordinary.

He stole a glance at his father. Lin Zhennan was focused, performing each move with utmost seriousness, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead. Shi Potian swallowed back the words he was about to say—his father was taking this so seriously, perhaps something serious was about to happen?

In the blink of an eye, they had reached the forty-sixth move, "Flowers Bloom to Reveal the Buddha." Lin Zhennan turned around, his sword speed suddenly increasing, producing a sharp "whoosh" sound. Shi Potian's spirits lifted, and he couldn't help but shout, "Good!"

This sound made Lin Zhennan feel slightly relieved and his spirits lifted, allowing him to perform the moves with increasing ease.

But in Shi Potian's eyes, it was still nothing special. He recalled the various martial arts techniques he had seen on Xia Ke Island, even the most rudimentary moves were more exquisite than the swordsmanship before him.

Was my great-grandfather truly invincible because of this? Or perhaps the martial arts skills of most people in the martial arts world are... quite poor?

Shi Potian stared intently, lost in thought.

After finishing the final move, "Sweep Away the Demons," Lin Zhennan sheathed his sword and asked, "Did you see that clearly? Remember a few moves, and practice them for me."

"I've memorized it all," Shi Potian replied casually.

Lin Zhennan raised an eyebrow in disbelief: "You used to be quite honest, how come you've become so frivolous after losing your memory? Just admit you didn't remember, Dad won't laugh at you. Did you not remember a single move?"

"I've really memorized it. This sword move is quite simple." Shi Potian said sincerely as he took the longsword. "If you don't believe me, I'll demonstrate it for you."

With his current level of skill, let alone the mediocre moves of the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique, he could remember even martial arts ten times more advanced. He raised his hand and made a move, his movements fluid and unhindered. The first few moves were quite standard, but he became more and more adept as he went on, with sword moves flowing out one after another, as if he had been practicing for more than ten years.

Lin Zhennan watched in astonishment, thinking to himself: Could it be that this child hasn't lost his memory? But even before he lost his memory, his swordsmanship never had such natural transitions!

Seeing that Shi Potian had executed all seventy-two sword techniques without missing a single move, yet leaned on his sword, closed his eyes, and frowned as if deep in thought, Lin Zhennan was both surprised and delighted. He assumed that Shi Potian had turned misfortune into blessing, that his fall had made him smarter, so he didn't disturb him and simply waited quietly by his side.

Suddenly, Shi Potian opened his eyes, flicked his wrist, and with a tremor of the sword tip, began to practice again!

This time, the sword speed was several times faster than before! The sword light flashed like a silver river pouring down, each move faster than the last, with loud "hissing" sounds of air being cut, its momentum terrifying, and its power was completely different from when Lin Zhennan demonstrated it.

The sword moves leaped and bounded with the speed of lightning and the force of thunder; it was hardly the same sword technique anymore.

Lin Zhennan was completely stunned, his mouth slightly agape, unable to close it for a long time—was this still his stupid son? Had he been dreaming when he said his internal strength was stronger than his own?

Only when Shi Potian sheathed his sword and stood still did Lin Zhennan awaken from his dream.

"Father, I know the secret of this sword technique!" Shi Potian spoke first.

Lin Zhennan was startled and quickly asked, "What secret?"

"The secret to this swordsmanship lies entirely in the word 'speed'!" Shi Potian said confidently. "When you used it, Father, the sword moves were too slow, looking quite ordinary and not particularly skillful. The first time I practiced it, I felt it wasn't enough; I always felt it could be faster, even faster. Just now, I tried using my internal energy to increase the speed, and sure enough, the power increased greatly!"

He paused, then continued his analysis: "The sword moves of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique are actually quite ordinary, but they become very different when they are fast. If you can push the sword moves to their limit, these ordinary sword moves become even more fierce because they are simple and direct. My great-grandfather was able to fight against all opponents in the world because either his internal strength was unfathomable or he had some other secret technique."

Lin Zhennan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind suddenly clear—the problem that had plagued two generations for decades had been solved by his son's single sentence! He kept muttering, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his expression changed slightly, he abruptly shut his mouth, and his eyes flickered uncertainly.

"There is a way to get Father to quickly activate this sword technique, but we need to make some preparations," Shi Potian said to himself, completely unaware of what was going on.

Only then did Lin Zhennan come to his senses and remember to ask the crucial question: "Ping'er, how did you acquire such powerful skills? You've been acting all carefree for months, how did you suddenly become so formidable?"

Shi Potian scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and said, "It's not just about being playful and smiling; there are also times when I'm crying and looking worried..."

"Don't interrupt!" Lin Zhennan said, both amused and exasperated. "Where did this technique come from? It's so amazing, it couldn't have been something I dreamed about, could it?"

Shi Potian didn't know how to explain—he couldn't very well say he was a "bastard" who learned all his martial arts from Xia Ke Island, could he? No one would believe him anyway. He could only vaguely reply, "I don't know either, I just learned it after I woke up."

Lin Zhennan's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself, "Could it be that Pingzhi tripped and fell, awakening his innate wisdom? Otherwise, there's no way to explain this technique, or his strange words. Thank goodness! This innate wisdom is so extraordinary; I must keep it a secret!"

He immediately and solemnly instructed, "Ping'er, your skill is too miraculous; you must never tell anyone! If anyone asks you why your skill has improved so much, just say that you have grasped the essence of your great-grandfather's Evil-Slaying Sword Technique. Remember this well!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Potian was delighted—he possessed many of the legendary martial arts skills from Xia Ke Island, and he couldn't always claim they were acquired in dreams. Giving them to his great-grandfather was the perfect solution!

He nodded repeatedly, "Father, I remember! Just say that when I practiced the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, I immediately grasped the essence of the ancestral teachings. Grandpa and Father, you're both too slow; you've been trying to figure it out for decades and still haven't understood, haha!"

After saying that, he excitedly said, "I'll go back to my room and work out the method for quickly activating the sword technique. Once I've mastered it, I'll teach you!"

Before he could finish speaking, the person had vanished in a flash, leaving Lin Zhennan standing there, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He came here to pass on his sword skills to his son, but in the end, he was taught by his son instead. Although it was a bit beneath him, Lin Zhennan was filled with pride.

He couldn't help but fantasize: Heaven has been kind to me! Although Pingzhi has lost his memory, he has awakened his innate wisdom, and his talent far surpasses that of his predecessors. If the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique can restore even a fraction of his grandfather's prowess, why should I worry about the Fuwei Escort Agency not flourishing? At that time, who would dare to underestimate the Lin family? Even the Qingcheng Sect would have to step aside! I'm going to open the escort agency in Sichuan and Henan!

Overwhelmed with excitement, Lin Zhennan hurried around and turned to find his wife to share his joy.