Film & TV: Public Enemy of Justice

"Host, please don't worry. Next, please accept a life-saving talisman. Remember, it can only be used three times, and only in moments when the host is in extreme danger." The cold, mechanical voice continued, revealing the system's underlying weakness.

"System, please don't sleep for too long!" Lin Yaoxie wasn't sure if the system could hear him at this moment.

Lin Yaoxie was so engrossed in the fight that he didn't notice that the fighting in front of him had stopped and everyone was staring at the strangely dressed Lin Yaoxie.

Lin Yaoxie inexplicably felt that someone was watching him. He turned around but saw nothing. However, when he turned to look ahead, he saw a whole bunch of eyes staring at him.

Lin Yaoxie's lips twitched slightly; he was speechless at this dramatic turn of events.

“Hi, hello.” Lin Yaoxie raised his hand to greet them, but things were different now.

"What does Master mean by that?" Xu Changqing asked the unkempt old man who was lying on his sword drinking, but he didn't know when the old man had already stood up.

"I don't know either, but you should all learn from this young man's attire. Look how neat he is." The shabby old man wore a tattered shirt and cloth shoes. He had white hair, even his eyebrows were white, but his eyes were bright and piercing.

Lin Yaoxie wore a well-tailored black suit that perfectly showcased his long legs (Zhao Li Zhao). He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his hair was all tied back, revealing his full forehead. He also wore an expensive watch on his wrist.

"Young man, where do you come from?" The hunchbacked old man asked Lin Yaoxie about his past. Lin Yaoxie didn't know what lie to make up. If he told the truth, he was afraid they would all think he wasn't a normal person and tie him up. But if he didn't tell them, they might find out.

Lin Yaoxie knew where he was; he had transmigrated into the world of Chinese Paladin.

Suddenly, Lin Yaoxie had a flash of inspiration, as if he had grasped something!

"I come from beyond the Great Wall and have inadvertently entered your territory. I am deeply sorry and will leave now without disturbing your territory." After saying this, Lin Yaoxie thought he could leave smoothly, but unfortunately, some clueless people in skull masks stared at him.

Chapter Two: When in Rome, do as the Romans do

The stooped old man clearly didn't seem inclined to help, which Xu Changqing, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand by and watch.

"Master, why don't you go and help that young man?" Xu Changqing respectfully asked the old man.

The old man, who was raising materials, waved his hand.

"Changqing, look closely, is this young man really so weak that he can't even kill a chicken?"

While instructing his disciples, the old man watched Lin Yaoxie with great interest.

Lin Yaoxie had originally thought that since he had just arrived, he shouldn't start a fight, but he didn't expect someone to be so blind as to run into his line of fire. So, he wouldn't be polite.

Although the system is dormant, the information it contains is enough for him to make a big splash.

Lin Yaoxie clenched his fists so tightly they cracked. Although he wanted to punch the person away, he didn't seem that incredulous.

The man in the skull mask on the other side, seeing Lin Yaoxie's demeanor, assumed that Lin Yaoxie was just a clueless kid and didn't take him seriously.

Until Lin Yaoxie conjured a long sword out of thin air, from which one could vaguely see white, ethereal gas.

In this world, there is a famous swordsmanship technique, which is used by the master swordsman 757. Unexpectedly, an inconspicuous kid also knows it, which is somewhat of a blow to their self-esteem.

Xu Changqing watched Lin Yaoxie's swordsmanship with curiosity. He didn't expect that Lin Yaoxie would suddenly become like a master swordsman who had been using swords for many years. If it weren't for his strange attire, he might have really thought so.

"Master, this person?" Xu Changqing held back for a long time before speaking, but the way he used his swordsmanship was in no way inferior to his own.

"Changqing, do you see? This is a heaven-sent opportunity. Whether you can seize it or not depends on you." The stout old man stared at Lin Yaoxie as if Lin Yaoxie were a rare treasure!

In fact, there were some things that Old Man Yuta didn't say aloud. Judging from Lin Yaoxie's extraordinary appearance, as long as he could be persuaded to go with Xu Changqing to complete that task, the success rate would be greatly increased.

Lin Yaoxie on this side was completely unaware that he had been outmaneuvered.

Lin Yaoxie held a sword in one hand and the other behind his back, looking quite dashing.

"Kill!" The man in the skull mask gave the order, and everyone rushed towards them. Lin Yaoxie didn't waste any more words; one person and one sword were enough to hold them off.

When Lin Yaoxie used his swordsmanship, those people were like male versions of Lin Daiyu, who were as delicate as the wind, and they all fell down when they encountered the sword.

The man in the skull mask was clearly unaware of what these people looked like; he was only focused on killing Lin Yaoxie and seizing the Yilong Sword from Lin Yaoxie's hands.

The sword in Lin Yaoxie's hand was truly extraordinary. The hilt was engraved with lifelike dragons, nine dragons intertwined, and the sharp blade was even more remarkable. It gleamed with a cold light, inspiring awe and making people want to possess it.

The moment everyone arrived, they were all annihilated by Lin Yaoxie; their bodies turned into black mist, demonstrating just how powerful Lin Yaoxie's swordsmanship was.

"Young brother, your swordsmanship is excellent! I wonder if I could learn a thing or two from you?" The slovenly old man changed his appearance instantly, transforming from a disheveled man back into a neat old man. His clothes weren't exactly fine, but they weren't as slovenly as before.

Lin Yaoxie glanced at this friendly old man. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he was definitely much better than the disheveled old man he had been before.

"My name is Lin Yaoxie, old man, who are you?" Lin Yaoxie introduced himself arrogantly, with a nonchalant attitude.

"Shut up! Don't be disrespectful to your master!" Xu Changqing, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. In his heart, his master was his only family, and he naturally couldn't tolerate these people being disrespectful to him.

"And who are you?" Lin Yaoxie asked with his nose in the air. He was doing this because he had watched TV series and was imitating the character Jing Tian.

(aefd) Although I don't know if it will appear here,

Jing Tian is a person, but it's right that he's here.

Looking at Xu Changqing beside him, he finally understood that Jing Tian...

Why do we always call him "white tofu"?

In this world, Xu Changqing is fair-skinned and clean-cut.

They're just as good as the young heartthrobs in the real world.

"Disciple, step back. Do not be rude." Elder Qingwei

He sent Xu Changqing away.

"The old man you're talking about, are you referring to me, this old monk?" Qingwei asked Lin Yaoxie with a very good temper, giving the impression that he would never get angry.

"Yes, it's you." Lin Yaoxie couldn't tell if the old man standing in front of him was Qingwei, the old man Jingtian encountered in the TV series.

"My name is Qingwei, and I am an elder of Mount Shu. I wonder if Brother Lin would be willing to come with me to Mount Shu for a gathering?" Qingwei extended an invitation, and Lin Yaoxie, patting his flat belly, agreed.

Xu Changqing had no way to speak out because of his master's threat.

With a slight smile, the sword beneath his feet instantly lengthened, wide enough to accommodate two people. Lin Yaoxie stepped onto it, showing no fear whatsoever. Based on the benefits the system had previously given him, he could learn almost any secret manual or spell instantly, reaching the level of a beginner.

Lin Yaoxie really liked this feeling of being above the world. Everything could excite him. As the surrounding environment became clearer and clearer, he finally understood what it meant to have a panoramic view of the mountains.

Lin Yaoxie couldn't help but open his arms, breathing in fresh, sweet air—a different kind of air from the chaotic breath on the ground, an air that inexplicably put him in a good mood.

Lin Yaoxie's first time was not so fast. He really didn't want to leave this primitive world and return to the world that didn't belong to him.

Qingwei stroked his white beard, his admiration undisguised. Few disciples were as bold as Lin Yaoxie. Xu Changqing had finally caught up using his sword control technique, only to witness Lin Yaoxie's daring actions, which made him sweat for them.

Lin Yaoxie, however, felt nothing and continued to do whatever felt comfortable.

"We're almost at Mount Shu, please wait patiently, Brother Lin." Qingwei could tell from Lin Yaoxie's impatient expression that he was probably anxious.

Lin Yaoxie felt it was necessary to correct the old man's form of address.

"Old man, don't call me little brother, I'm already an adult." Lin Yaoxie said, without paying any attention to whether they understood the word "adult".

"Alright, Brother Lin." Qingwei was completely oblivious to how inappropriate his way of addressing him was.

Lin Yaoxie stated that communicating with someone who is so far behind is truly problematic.

He decided to stop worrying about it and quickly shifted his attention to the scenery of Mount Shu.

Chapter Three: Not Going

Looking at the towering Shu Mountain amidst the clouds, Lin Yaoxie couldn't help but sigh, "The design of Shu Mountain is truly unparalleled. Whether in the new century or in ancient times, no other design can rival it."

Lin Yaoxie continued to admire the five-thousand-year-old motherland, its magnificent mountains and rivers. Although the world of Xianjian might not belong to China, in Lin Yaoxie's eyes, it was the motherland's rivers and mountains.

The topic has strayed a bit. At this moment, Lin Yaoxie's attention has shifted from his surroundings to the top of Mount Shu. The top of Mount Shu resembles a demon-locking tower, or more precisely, it is a demon-locking tower.

Lin Yaoxie probably vaguely knew why Old Man Qingwei had sent him to Mount Shu; he probably wanted him to do them a favor.

This made Lin Yaoxie a little curious. If he were to fulfill this responsibility, where would Jing Tian, ​​who originally appeared, go? Lin Yaoxie thought for a while but couldn't come up with anything, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Even without a system to answer his questions, he can still carve out his own niche in this world.

Then there will be money and beautiful women, wow!

Lin Yaoxie's mind was full of unhealthy thoughts, so much so that he didn't hear Qingwei calling him several times.

"Young Brother Lin?" Qingwei asked impatiently several times.

"Huh? Oh, old man, you called me?" Lin Yaoxie belatedly realized.

Xu Changqing's clenched fists revealed his deep dissatisfaction with Lin Yaoxie. In his heart, his master was someone who could do anything and no one could tolerate any disrespect towards him.

Clearly, Lin Yaoxie wasn't slow-witted; he was just too lazy to talk to the stubborn Xu Changqing.

"Young Brother Lin, this is Mount Shu." Qing smiled and stroked his beard, pointing to the peaceful Mount Shu below.

Lin Yaoxie looked down with curiosity. Below, rows of Shushan disciples dressed in white were practicing swordsmanship.

Qingwei was very proud of these disciples. It's no exaggeration to say that there had never been a case of disciples fighting or quarreling in their Shu Mountain.

Xu Changqing's tense emotions were relieved at this moment, as he also valued these junior brothers very much.

"Hey! White Tofu, do you know Zixuan?" Lin Yaoxie suddenly thought of a question. Since this is the world of Chinese Paladin, then Zixuan, the descendant of Nuwa, should also appear.

"What Zixuan?" Xu Changqing frowned, puzzled. Qingwei, standing to the side, paused for a moment upon hearing the name, his hand stroking his beard.

"It's nothing, it's just that we don't know each other."

Xu Changqing paid little attention to Lin Yaoxie's inexplicable words.

Qingwei, on the other hand, finally realized something through this incident: Lin Yaoxie, with his strange appearance and knowledge of so many things, was definitely the best candidate to go to that place.

Lin Yaoxie was still standing firmly on the ground, basking in the comfort of the sword control technique.

The disciples of Mount Shu stopped in unison, looking at Lin Yaoxie with curiosity.

At some point, a strangely dressed young man appeared, accompanied by their senior brothers and elders.

Most people were curious about Lin Yaoxie, while others looked at him warily.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. Brother Lin is a benefactor of our Shu Mountain." Qing smiled and explained, ignoring the confused expressions of the crowd, and led Lin Yaoxie directly into the council hall of Shu Mountain.

Qingwei sat in the main seat, and Lin Yaoxie sat in the second seat after Qingwei. This could be said to be a deliberate choice on his part.

Lin Yaoxie didn't have much understanding of these primary and secondary seating arrangements.

Qingwei simply smiled and remained silent in response to this scene.

"Master." Xu Changqing could no longer bear it; his patience with Lin Yaoxie had reached its limit.

"Changqing, don't worry so much about those rigid rules. People are alive, rules are dead," Qing explained with a smile.

Xu Changqing frowned deeply. For no particular reason, he simply couldn't stand people like Lin Yaoxie.

After sitting in the council hall for a while, Lin Yaoxie glanced at Xu Changqing and then at Qingwei, completely unaware of what they were up to.

"Hey old man, if you have something to say, just say it, okay?" Lin Yaoxie urged impatiently.