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

When Madam Wang heard two disciples of the Qingcheng Sect cursing the Fuwei Escort Agency at Huiyan Tower, she was so enraged that she drew her sword and went upstairs, ready to stage a bloody scene at the Mandarin Duck Tower.

The two Qingcheng Sect disciples were drinking and chatting happily upstairs when they suddenly heard someone cursing them from downstairs.

Not only that, but they even dared to come upstairs with a knife. At first, I thought they were some kind of hero who wanted to rid the world of evil, but upon closer inspection, I found that the person who climbed in through the window was actually a woman. My fear immediately vanished.

The disciple surnamed Luo laughed heartily:

"Where did this ignorant woman come from? She thinks she can fight for justice just because she has a knife? Get out of here, or don't blame me for being impolite. I, Luo Renjie, will beat any woman I encounter."

The disciple surnamed Li was observant. Seeing the unusual golden knife in Madam Wang's hand, he immediately sobered up, half-recovering, and called out:

"It's Lin Zhennan's wife! Lin Pingzhi has arrived! Run!" After saying that, he darted towards the riverside of Huiyan Tower, clearly intending to jump into the river to escape.

Luo Renjie broke out in a cold sweat. Realizing what had happened, he quickly ran to the window as well.

He was one of the Four Heroes of Qingcheng, his lightness skill far surpassing that of the disciple surnamed Li. He moved later but arrived first, and it looked like he was about to jump into the river to escape. Madam Wang was extremely anxious:

"You scoundrel! You're unworthy of being called one of the Four Beasts of Qingcheng! All you do is run away at the first sign of trouble?"

Luo Renjie ignored him, leaped up, and jumped out of the window, secretly glad that he had learned to swim in the Minjiang River, otherwise he would have no chance of survival today.

He had only leaped halfway out and glanced at the shimmering Xiang River when suddenly a chopstick jumped up from the table by the window and, with a whoosh, struck Luo Renjie squarely in a vital spot.

Luo Renjie was immediately thrown from mid-air and landed by the window of the restaurant, along with the chopstick.

Luo Renjie stared in utter shock at the chopstick beside him. To be able to strike a pressure point with a flying chopstick—that's definitely the mark of a master!

He turned to look at the table by the window, where the fat monk who had been sitting there all along was.

At this moment, the monk was holding a chopstick and spinning it around in circles. His bull-like eyes were like copper bells, staring at him so intensely that it made one feel cold all over.

When Junior Brother Li saw that Luo Renjie was being stopped, he was glad that he hadn't chosen the window on the monk's side.

Seeing only an old man and a young girl sitting at his window, he knew they couldn't possibly be martial arts masters. With a firm resolve, he leaped up, ready to jump out the window.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came rapidly from behind, and he cried out inwardly:

"not good!"

A numb sensation immediately shot through his Dazhui acupoint, followed by a blow to the back of his head from something hitting him. He felt dizzy, lost his balance, and tumbled to the ground.

The disciple surnamed Li shook his head, raised his hand to touch it, and found that it was bleeding.

Looking around, I saw a teacup on the ground beside me—it turned out I'd been hit by the teacup, no wonder it hurt so much.

There was a bean near the teacup, the very same snack he had just eaten with his drinks. He wondered: Could this bean have hit a pressure point on his back?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but gasp – this is even more terrifying than a monk striking pressure points with chopsticks! Who did this?

Not only was he shocked, but the monk, the old man, and the little girl sitting on either side of the window were also startled and sat up straight as soon as the sound of wind breaking began.

When they saw that it was a single bean, they were secretly amazed—this skill was extraordinary!

Who has arrived? They turned to look and saw Shi Potian, a tall and handsome young man, standing next to Madam Wang.

Madam Wang laughed and scolded, "Ping'er, I didn't expect you to have such a skill as striking pressure points with fried beans. How much wine did you drink to learn this skill?"

Shi Potian smiled and said seriously, "A true master can injure people by plucking flowers and leaves, and can use grass, trees, bamboo and stones as swords. This bean-based pressure point technique is nothing special."

The little girl couldn't help but chuckle when she heard Shi Potian speak as if he were a senior master. She stared at Shi Potian with great interest and began to scrutinize him.

Madam Wang stepped forward and applied pressure to several acupoints on the two men before throwing them into the center of the building. By this time, the crowd downstairs had also caught up.

Lady Wang, along with the monk and the little girl, loudly clasped their hands in thanks and expressed their gratitude:

"Many thanks to this master and the young heroine for their righteous assistance; otherwise, those two villains would have escaped. The Fuwei Escort Agency is extremely grateful!"

The little girl was about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was dressed in a bright green dress, with snow-white skin and a pretty and lovely face. Upon hearing this, she giggled, her laughter as melodious as a nightingale singing in a valley.

The little girl laughed and imitated Madam Wang by clasping her hands in greeting, saying, "I dare not accept such praise. I am not a female knight-errant, nor did I act on behalf of your Fuwei Escort Agency. I dare not take credit for it."

Besides, with this young man's beans first, my teacup-throwing skills are really just child's play.

That guy must have been so glad he chose our window to escape, thinking we were an old man and a young girl easy targets. But things didn't go as planned.

"We'll teach him a lesson, smash his head until it bleeds!" He then chuckled.

The old man scolded, "Feifei, don't be silly, or the Qingcheng Sect will come after you."

The little girl looked indifferent and pouted, saying, "Grandpa, I'm not afraid of them."

Madam Wang looked at the head monk. The head monk was fat and tall, like an iron tower, and spoke in a booming voice:

"I'm not taking action for your Fuwei Escort Agency, so don't disturb my drinking."

He paid no attention to Madam Wang, but instead looked back and forth between Shi Potian and Yilin, especially Yilin, who seemed quite interested in the nun.

He stopped Luo Renjie simply because he was interrupting his drinking, not out of any sense of loyalty.

The two Qingcheng Sect members were in utter despair, regretting that they hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home today, and that they had been surrounded by experts.

The two had not been to Fuzhou before, and they felt that Shi Potian's martial arts were even more terrifying than their fellow disciples had described, far exceeding their expectations.

Furthermore, this old man and young girl were clearly not to be trifled with; otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to intervene and openly mock them, knowing they were disciples of the Qingcheng Sect.

The two scanned the surroundings of the restaurant, secretly thinking of a way to escape.

When they noticed a pretty young nun among the Fuwei Escort Agency members, along with Daoist Tiansong and Chi Baicheng, their eyes lit up. They exchanged a glance and a plan formed in their minds.

After thanking the two men for their help, Madam Wang walked up to the two Qingcheng Sect disciples, kicked them twice, and said:

"You scoundrel, you were so eager for us to die, are you disappointed now? Tell me, where is Yu Canghai? Let him come and face his death."

Luo Renjie was pinned to the ground, unable to move, but suddenly let out a sinister laugh.

His gaze suddenly swept over Daoist Tiansong and Chi Baicheng in the crowd, and his voice suddenly rose, echoing throughout the entire Huiyan Tower:

"Fuwei Escort Agency still has the nerve to make a scene here? The news of your fall into the hands of the Demonic Sect last night has spread throughout Hengyang!"

Master Xia of the Six Harmonies Sect witnessed it with his own eyes: not only did you not die, but you appeared in Hengyang unharmed—what else could it be but offering up the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual and selling yourselves to the Sun Moon Divine Cult!

Upon hearing this, the restaurant fell silent.

Many江湖汉人 (jianghu men) changed color, and their gazes toward the Fuwei Escort Agency group immediately became strange.