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

Inside the teahouse, the mysterious man and Shi Potian each displayed a skill that amazed everyone, seemingly even surpassing Master Mo's abilities.

The crowd buzzed with discussion, speculating about the two men's identities. One female customer even had her eyes sparkling when she saw Shi Potian's youthful good looks.

Even the old man selling wontons at the entrance of the teahouse couldn't help but put down his load and glance inside.

The members of the Fuwei Escort Agency were overjoyed and their morale soared.

At this moment, no one doubted that their young镖头's martial arts skills were already enough to rival, or even surpass, the leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

Lin Zhennan said in a low voice:

"Madam, this martial world is becoming more and more unfamiliar. Before, at Huiyan Tower, a young woman took everyone down, and she was some kind of sect leader. I feel like I've wasted the last forty years of my life."

Madam Wang said, "Indeed, so many masters in a shabby teahouse. I thought Master Mo's swordsmanship was already quite formidable..."

That man was even more terrifying than I expected. I wonder who he was, where he came from, and how his claw techniques were so frightening. Husband, do you recognize what kind of kung fu he used?

Lin Zhennan shook his head: "I've seen Eagle Claw Kung Fu and Dragon Claw Hand, but they can't make inserting bones as easy as poking tofu."

Madam Wang said, "The martial world is indeed unfamiliar." She added silently to herself, "..."

"No wonder, even his own son changes every day, and his martial arts skills are never the same. It's like he carries a library of scriptures with him."

Shi Potian wasn't intentionally showing off; he just wanted to test the level of his skills.

I've encountered quite a few powerful figures lately—a girl in red, a mysterious man. The Golden Basin Washing Hands Gathering is indeed a gathering of experts; Miss Wan'er was right.

Just as everyone was getting excited, a figure rushed in.

But it was Luo Renjie who came looking for him.

Lin Zhennan's face lit up with joy, and he immediately invited him to sit down.

As for how Luo Renjie was able to find this place, it was naturally because his junior brother secretly left Qingcheng Sect markings along the way—all of this was tacitly approved by the Fuwei Escort Agency.

If the Qingcheng Sect dares to come knocking, we can wipe them all out and avenge ourselves.

Luo Renjie, catching his breath, addressed the crowd with a solemn expression:

"My master did indeed leave a message. He said that he would settle old and new scores with the Fuwei Escort Agency at the 'Golden Hands Retirement Ceremony'! But... but..."

Madam Wang, quick-tempered, immediately snapped, "What are you stammering about! Just spit it out!"

Luo Renjie glanced sideways at Shi Potian and said coldly:

"I'm afraid... you won't dare to go."

Upon hearing this, the members of the Fuwei Escort Agency were immediately enraged and began to curse loudly.

Just then, three people rushed in through the rain outside the door.

All three of them held up oil-paper umbrellas and carried lanterns.

The man in the lead was short and stout, dressed in a dark brown silk robe, looking every bit like a wealthy man; the two behind him appeared to be his disciples.

As soon as the middle-aged man stepped into the teahouse, his gaze swept over the group from the Fuwei Escort Agency, then he cupped his hands in a salute to Lin Zhennan and said with a smile:

"Is this Chief Escort Lin of the Fuwei Escort Agency?"

Lin Zhennan already had a guess in his mind, and quickly got up:

"That is indeed me. May I ask who you are?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly:

"My name is Liu Zhengfeng, and I have long admired Chief Escort Lin's name. It is my fault as his host for not being hospitable enough. Chief Escort Lin has been in Hengshan City for so long, and I have only just come to invite him. I am truly impolite."

"The inns in the city are already full. If the chief镖头 (chief镖头 is a person who is very skilled in security and escorts) does not mind the simplicity of my humble abode, you may stay here temporarily so that I can show you some hospitality."

Upon hearing that the person before them was the protagonist of the Golden Basin Retirement Ceremony, the members of the Fuwei Escort Agency all stood up.

Lin Zhennan repeatedly said he dared not:

"You're too kind, Master Liu. I'm just busy with some trivial matters and it's inconvenient for me to visit your residence. I didn't expect you to come in person. I really can't accept your help."

Liu Zhengfeng was always kind and gentle, unlike the chivalrous heroes of the martial arts world. Instead, he seemed like a businessman who made money through harmony, and he and Lin Zhennan hit it off immediately.

He stepped forward, grasped Lin Zhennan's arm, and said gently:

"I am somewhat aware of what happened to the Fuwei Escort Agency. The Qingcheng Sect's actions this time are truly excessive."

Master Yu had previously tried to ask me to act as a peacemaker, but I was about to retire from the martial arts world and did not wish to be involved in its conflicts any longer. Dissatisfied, he left on his own.

"With the grand meeting imminent, Chief Escort, why don't you move to my humble abode for the time being? After attending my retirement ceremony, you can then discuss matters with Abbot Yu."

Lin Zhennan never expected that Liu Zhengfeng would openly refuse Yu Canghai and even come to invite him in person.

Fuwei Escort Agency has really gained face this time.

Didn't the three heroes of northern Hebei say that the "Golden Basin Washing Hands" gathering was a den of dragons and tigers?

Recalling what Luo Renjie had just said about Yu Canghai provoking him with the conference, there was no reason for him not to go, both emotionally and logically.

However, he remained cautious and subconsciously turned to look at Shi Potian, wanting to hear the opinion of this pillar of support.

"This must be the recently rising star, Young Master Lin?"

Liu Zhengfeng turned his gaze to Shi Potian, looking him up and down with curiosity in his eyes.

"As expected, heroes emerge from among the young; his appearance and talent are truly enviable."

Lin Zhennan quickly said, "It is indeed my son. Ping'er, quickly greet Master Liu."

Shi Potian bowed as instructed, saying, "Greetings, Third Master Liu."

Liu Zhengfeng's smile widened, and he reached out to grab Shi Potian's hand, praising him:

"My nephew's heroic act of capturing Tian Boguang alive is truly gratifying and has done me a great favor. Otherwise, if the Hengshan Sect disciples had been harmed in my Hengshan territory, I would have no face to continue this 'Golden Basin Retirement Ceremony'."

"My dear nephew has been kind to me. Now that you have arrived in Hengshan City, please do me the honor of staying at my humble abode so that I may do my best to express my gratitude as a host."

Shi Potian had originally planned to sneak into the Liu residence at night to investigate what kind of den of dragons and tigers it was, and now that the master had personally invited him, it was exactly what he wanted.

He immediately nodded and said:

"Thank you, Uncle Liu. I'll listen to my parents. If they go, I'll go too."

Lin Zhennan felt a warmth in his heart and immediately smiled:

"Since Master Liu has personally invited us, how could we refuse? Please lead the way, Master Liu, so we may come together to your esteemed residence to trouble you!"

Liu Zhengfeng was overjoyed.

His personal visit was specifically aimed at Shi Potian.

Upon that brief grasp, he was even more horrified—he sensed an overwhelming and unstoppable internal force lurking within the other's palm, and that he would be instantly shaken away if he exerted even the slightest force.

This young man's martial arts skills are unfathomably profound!

What surprised him even more was that the boy was so simple and easy to talk to, and readily agreed to the invitation.

Liu Zhengfeng immediately instructed two disciples to distribute rain gear. His gaze inadvertently swept over the broken teacups on the table next to him, and his expression suddenly changed.

He recognized at a glance that one half of the cut was made by his senior brother, Master Mo Da—that move, "One Sword Shoots Down Nine Geese," was even more masterful than his own.

Liu Zhengfeng had thought that his senior brother was distant and would not show up in Hengshan City, but seeing the sword mark now warmed his heart.

Upon closer inspection, however, it became clear that the teacup had been neatly sliced ​​off in half!

Liu Zhengfeng exclaimed "Huh?" and reached out to pick up the top section. He gently ran his fingertips over the broken edge, finding the cut surface to be as smooth as a mirror, incredibly smooth.

He picked up several other broken teacups and rubbed them repeatedly, his expression growing increasingly puzzled.

"Who was the master who severed these teacups?"