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

The mysterious man's gaze swept over Shi Potian and his group, and Shi Potian immediately sensed something, looking across the hall towards the man. The man lowered his bamboo hat and bowed his head to drink tea.

It was the man in the straw hat who tore five holes in the teahouse with one claw; he was still there.

I wonder why they followed the girl in red here.

The mysterious man didn't expect that he would be noticed by Shi Potian after only one glance.

So vigilant?

What kind of logic is that?

His ability to conceal his aura and hide his killing intent is unparalleled. Who is this young man?

He had met her once before at a teahouse, but he hadn't paid much attention to it. He never expected to run into her here again.

He was actually drawn to Sarutobi Hiyori earlier, realizing that this man's martial arts were extraordinary; he only noticed Shi Potian incidentally.

Unexpectedly, this young man was hiding his true abilities. Could it be that he also has a secret method to conceal his aura?

He glanced at the sunflower, lost in thought.

Just then, a plump, intelligent-looking woman strode out from a corner below the platform.

Her smile was almost overflowing, her gaze piercing through the noisy crowd and landing directly on Shi Potian. She walked over gracefully, gave him a curtsy, and spoke in a tone so respectful it bordered on obsequious:

"Young Master Lin, the镖头 (bodyguard/escort) has graced us with his presence! I only just found out, I am utterly horrified! Young Master Lin, your reputation as a hidden dragon is truly well-deserved!"

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Linghu Chong and Tian Boguang, who had just gotten up, and then looked at the ronin samurai standing behind Shi Potian, who was as respectful as a servant.

Madam Wei, who prided herself on having a complete grasp of the situation, had previously asked Xiao Bao to collect the bodies of the two men. Unexpectedly, Linghu Chong and Tian Boguang were not dead and had even come to watch the commotion.

Could it be that the young镖头 (bodyguard/escort) defeated the Japanese samurai and saved these two? But why was this samurai so respectful to Shi Potian, like a servant?

Mrs. Wei looked confused.

Shi Potian, unaware of her purpose, looked at her and asked, "You recognize me?"

Madam Wei shook her handkerchief, covered her mouth, and laughed, "Oh dear, what are you saying, Young Master Escort? The whole of Hengshan City is talking about you now. And you're so dazzling, if my mother still doesn't recognize you, then Qunyu Courtyard might as well close down!"

Qu Feiyan disliked the woman and snorted, "What do you want with my little brother? He's just here to watch the fun."

Madam Wei glanced at Qu Feiyan and laughed, "Oh dear, little sister, are you so wary? Don't worry, Madam Wei is old and faded, how could I dare to have any improper thoughts? That would be like a toad trying to eat swan meat, making the young镖头 (bodyguard/escort) laugh at us!"

"You know that much," Qu Feiyan said, giving him no indication of her opinion.

Mother Wei smiled even more broadly: "Little sister, don't worry. Otherwise, you wouldn't even need to lift a finger; someone else would have dealt with me."

"Young Master Escort, you are a distinguished guest. Please come this way. I have reserved a seat for you in the front row."

Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell silent for a moment, and countless eyes turned to Shi Potian, filled with envy and jealousy.

Pretty boys always get preferential treatment, even in places like this. The front-row seats are all made of real money, and this pretty boy, dressed in plain clothes, doesn't look like a rich young master at all.

Qu Feiyan said, "Where's my seat? I'm worried about you going alone with me, little brother."

Sarutobi Higetsu also said, "Wherever my lord is, I will be there, never leaving his side."

Shi Potian said, "Don't talk nonsense, I haven't agreed yet."

"My lord?" Madam Wei was secretly surprised. This highly skilled ronin samurai actually recognized Lin Pingzhi as his master? Lin Pingzhi even looked disgusted, as if he looked down on him.

Madam Wei clicked her tongue in amazement, glanced at Linghu Chong and the others, and said, "The VIP seats are prestigious, and guests can only bring one companion. Which one would the young镖头 (bodyguard/escort) wish to bring?"

Without a second thought, Shi Potian took Qu Feiyan's hand and said, "Lead the way."

Qu Feiyan smiled radiantly and gripped Shi Potian's large hand tightly.

Shi Potian then said to Linghu Chong, "Brother Linghu, there are very powerful experts here, so please be careful."

Linghu Chong and the others were taken aback. Who could be described as such a formidable expert by him? Was there really such a powerful master here?

where?

Sarutobi Higetsu always held himself in high regard, but after looking around, he couldn't find anyone worthy of being called a master, which greatly surprised him.

How could such a small place have so many experts who are stronger than him? And he didn't even notice them?

Is the martial arts world of the Central Plains truly this terrifying?

A cold sweat immediately broke out on his back.

Tian Boguang's eyes turned red with jealousy as he muttered, "Why...why does he get to sit in the front on his first visit...I've been here so many times..."

Linghu Chong laughed loudly: "Young Master Escort has unparalleled elegance; how dare you, a weasel-faced lecher, compare yourself?"

He patted Shi Potian on the shoulder: "Young Master, don't worry, we'll be careful. Go quickly, it's close by. Take a good look at this Sunflower Girl's embroidery and see what's so special about it that has Tian Boguang so infatuated."

Shi Potian nodded slightly and, led by Mama Wei, slowly walked towards the VIP seat in the center of the hall.

Sarutobi Higetsu wanted to follow, but was stopped by Mama Wei, and Shi Potian also signaled him to stop, so he had to give up.

The front row was indeed the VIP seating.

Once Shi Potian was seated in the front row, he looked up at the high platform and could clearly see Sunflower Girl.

When Sunflower Girl saw Shi Potian sitting down in the front row, she actually smiled at him. This smile was like the sun rising in the east, the long river thawing, and the spring breeze blowing through the Jade Gate Pass.

Throughout the hall, the onlookers, as if parched by rain, craned their necks, gazing at the Sunflower Goddess with mesmerized eyes.

Qu Feiyan, who was closest to the scene, was also momentarily dazed. Shi Potian transferred a stream of Arhat Subduing Demon True Qi to her, and she regained her senses, secretly astonished.

Qu Feiyan gripped Shi Potian's hand tightly and said, "Little brother, this Sunflower Girl is indeed strange."

Shi Potian said, "Of course there's something strange about her. She's the old acquaintance who was laughing on your roof."

Qu Feiyan was taken aback: "How could such a top-notch expert be a courtesan in a filthy place like Qunyu Courtyard, embroidering for a room full of smelly men?"

The closer Shi Potian got to Sunflower Girl, the more he sensed that something was wrong with her. The first time he saw her in Changsha, although she possessed unparalleled martial arts skills and dominated the city, he had already noticed that something was amiss. However, she ran away extremely fast, and he didn't have time to say anything.

Upon seeing each other again, the problem was indeed more serious.

Upon hearing Qu Feiyan's words, Shi Potian looked around thoughtfully.

Sunflower Maiden stood alone on the high platform, her smile captivating all beings, before returning to her detached and aloof demeanor, devoid of joy or sorrow.

She slowly raised her delicate hand and gently pressed it down, and the whole room fell silent.

His words were law, as swift as an arm.

The crowd's fervor for Sunflower Girl had reached its peak.

A maid immediately pushed a tall shelf in front of Sunflower Girl, on which hung a wide plain brocade.

Then a maidservant came forward with a gilded lacquer box. When she opened it, dozens of rolls of silk threads of various colors were neatly arranged inside.

The music stopped abruptly, and all the warbling and chattering ceased. On the high platform, it was instantly so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Linghu Chong thought to himself, "The real show is about to begin."