Lin Pingzhi was sitting at the table, secretly thinking about how Liu Erye of Hengshan City washed his hands in a golden basin. With so many guests from all walks of life, he might be able to find out the whereabouts of his parents. If by chance, he could find a Kung Fu master.
It would be great if a high-strength senior apprenticed under his tutelage and learned high-strength kung fu to avenge his shame.
Nowadays, he no longer has any hope in the family's evil-fighting swordsmanship.
Suddenly there was a squeaking sound of the harp outside the teahouse. The sound was very desolate and sad. Looking up along with the sound of the erhu, I saw an old man singing and playing the harp coming under the rain eaves outside the door.
The old man has a slender figure and a haggard face. He is wearing a long green cloth gown, which has been washed green and white, and has a very rough shape.
The sound of the huqin was very sad and desolate, as if it contained endless sad memories. As the saying goes, listening to the sad music in the rain, the family was ruined and no one left behind. Lin Pingzhi felt even more sad, his eyes were red, and he almost shed tears. He hurriedly lowered his head and pretended
Drink tea.
At this moment, my shoulders suddenly sank, and I was pushed hard from one side. I heard someone next to me say: "Hey, hunchback, can you give me this job?"
He looked up and saw a young man standing next to him at some point, glaring at him fiercely. The man held a blue and white tea bowl in his hand, with an ordinary long sword inserted on one side of his waist and hanging on the other side.
A wine bag, he looks like an ordinary figure in the world.
Lin Pingzhi said angrily that he was really against the wall and pushed by everyone. He was so unlucky that his teeth were clogged even after taking a sip of cold water. He was drinking tea here, but he was humiliated by this man for no reason.
He gritted his teeth and reminded himself, I am no longer the eldest son from Fuzhou. I must endure it. I must not reveal my identity on impulse. I am a child who is killed by thieves in Qingcheng. If I am unable to rescue my parents because of this, I will be a sinner.
!So he stood up without saying a word, lowered his head and was about to leave.
The man who bullied Mr. Lin was naturally Mr. Su, the second master of the Sanjiang faction.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi about to leave, Su Yang laughed and held him back, saying, "I'm joking with you. It's such a big table, and it feels lonely to sit alone. We are all from the world, and we become friends when we meet."
Lin Pingzhi showed no joy or sorrow on his face, but just shook his head and said: "This man is wrong. He is a cripple and does not know martial arts. How can he be considered a member of the martial arts world."
Su Yang said: "My brother's words are not entirely correct. If you don't know martial arts, you don't necessarily mean you are not a member of the martial arts world. As long as there is competition for fame and wealth, and as long as people's hearts are sinister, you are in the martial arts world. As for martial arts, you are in the martial arts world.
Do you want to do something? The world is huge and there are masters everywhere. I think your skills are pretty good. Are you afraid that you won’t be able to learn?"
Sure enough, these words were like a sharp arrow, accurately hitting Lin Pingzhi's vital point. He sat down again, his eyes shone, and asked excitedly: "Brother, I really want to learn martial arts, but it's a pity that
I have no way, can you teach me?"
Su Yang smiled faintly, shook his head and said, "I can't do it, but look, there is someone here who can."
When Lin Pingzhi heard this, he subconsciously looked around at the people in the teahouse. There were many people from all walks of life here, but he didn't know who Su Yang was talking about, so he looked at Su Yang again, his eyes full of confusion.
"You silly boy." Su Yang pointed to the ground at his feet and asked with a smile: "Where is this?"
Lin Pingzhi said stupidly: "It's a teahouse."
Su Yang patiently continued to ask: "Where is this teahouse?"
Lin Pingzhi blurted out naturally: "Hengshan City."
Su Yang slapped his thigh: "Yes, in Hengshan City, if you want to learn Kung Fu, is there another place?"
Lin Pingzhi suddenly realized: "Oh, is it the Hengshan sect that brother is talking about?"
Su Yang suddenly lowered his voice, almost leaning into Lin Pingzhi's ear, and whispered: "Exactly. Although I am not from the Hengshan sect, I have a way to ensure that you become a disciple of the Hengshan sect, and you are also a direct disciple.
Let’s see if you have the courage.”
If he could really join the Hengshan Sect, Lin Pingzhi would naturally be willing to do it even if he went up the mountain of swords and into the sea of fire. But then he thought about it, how could this person be so kind to me, so he asked cautiously as he was a stranger to me?
: "Who are you, sir, and why are you helping me?"
Su Yang had long known that he had this question, so he nodded and said solemnly: "My surname is Su, and my last name is Yang. You are Lin Pingzhi, right?"
Lin Pingzhi felt as if he had been hit hard, and his heart was shaken! After putting on makeup, he looked in the mirror and felt that even his parents might not be able to recognize him in person. How did the man in front of him know his identity? Could it be that he was a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, secretly
Followed him all the way?
"Your father, Brother Zhennan, and I have been friends for many years. I heard about the great changes in your family and came here to help." Su Yang opened his mouth and said, "It's a pity that the people who deal with your parents are too good at martial arts, and I am no match, but you
After you become a disciple of Hengshan, your master will naturally stand up for you."
After saying that, he took off the wine bottle from his waist and took a big sip. He poured all his energy into the index finger and thumb of his right hand, pinched the corner of the table and broke it hard.
With the blessing of the "power of magic", Sanjiang's internal strength has been much higher than before. Coupled with the power of spirit and the effect of being addicted to alcohol, Su Yang can no longer be underestimated. With a soft click, the pear wood table
The horn was suddenly torn off into a thick piece.
This time, I want to tell Lin Pingzhi that although my martial arts skills are not as good as your enemy, it is not difficult to kill you. There is no need to use any tricks, and there is no need to trick you into joining the Hengshan Sect.
Lin Pingzhi's expression changed several times, and when he finally looked at Su Yang, his eyes were no longer as wary as before. He was obviously 70% convinced, but he was not overjoyed. Instead, he shook his head and said sadly: "Hey, join the Hengshan Sect.
, how can it be so simple! If senior is willing to help me, please go to Luoyang Jindao Wang's house to send a message for me and ask my grandpa to lend a helping hand. I will be grateful to this junior."
Lin Pingzhi said that Hengshan was extremely strict in selecting disciples, and the Wuyue Sword Sect and the Qingcheng Sect were in harmony with each other. How could the Hengshan Sect offend their friends with an unrelated person?
I also saw that Su Yang was dressed in ordinary clothes and was not very old. I thought that even if he was related to the Hengshan Sect, he was at most an ordinary disciple and not a core figure, so I didn't believe him.
Su Yang pointed to the table of people who were talking about Mr. Mo Da's martial arts skills being inferior to Liu Zhengfeng's, and said to Lin Pingzhi: "Go to that table and give the guy who yells the most fiercely a slap in the face and a fart curse. The harder the slap, the better.
, the more sincere the scolding, the better, and then immediately kneel down in front of the man playing the fiddle at the door, and don’t say anything! If he doesn’t speak, you won’t speak either! Wherever he goes, wherever you kneel, I guarantee you can
Enter Hengshan!"
Lin Ping was stunned. The people at the table were all gangsters. If he had gone up and started to attack, wouldn't he have been torn into pieces? But seeing that Su Yang's expression was extremely serious, it didn't look like he was joking, so he looked at the waiter at the door again.
The old man playing Huqin suddenly remembered that his father once talked to him about the masters in the world. It seemed that several masters in Hengshan were indeed good at musical instruments. However, it had been so long that he could not remember clearly.
He then thought again, if he really had the opportunity to become a disciple of Hengshan, but he missed this opportunity because of fear, and delayed the opportunity to save his parents. If he wanted to find a famous teacher in the future to avenge his hatred, he would probably not be able to reach heaven, and he would die by then. What's the difference?
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, stood up abruptly, strode up to the man who was boasting, raised his hand and slapped the man hard on the face, and then shouted angrily: "Fart!"
