The dinner did not last long, and Lin Ze took the initiative to end the dinner on the grounds that the young master was overworked and needed to rest as soon as possible.
Hu Hai, who was already a little exhausted, was even more eager to ask for it. He cooperated with Lin Ze and nodded repeatedly.
Although Luoshan and Jingmeng were unwilling to give up, they were afraid that they would not succeed in trying to win over Hu Hai, so they had to end the dinner.
In the evening, Hu Hai was arranged by Luoshan to rest in the best attic, while the others were arranged in other attics.
However, Lin Ze forcibly moved into the first floor of Hu Hai's attic on the grounds that he needed to protect Hu Hai personally.
In fact, with four men in black guarding him, Lin Ze was not worried about Hu Hai's safety at all. As for deliberately sleeping downstairs under Hu Hai, he was taking the opportunity to protect himself by rubbing shoulders with Hu Hai's guards.
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The next day, when the sky was slightly bright, Lin Ze woke up driven by his biological clock, walked out of the attic, sat cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, and started his morning martial arts class while admiring the endless mountains, rivers and faint clouds.
Lin Ze breathed the air between the mountains and rivers and couldn't help but sigh: In this beautiful place, the vitality is indeed much stronger than in other places. It's no wonder that Jiange chose this place to build the mountain gate.
After Lin Ze had practiced his basic mental skills and some secret skills, Jing Meng came over with six disciples, and as expected they were looking for Hu Hai.
Lin Ze looked at the sky and simply estimated the time. It was not yet Chen hour, so it would be strange for Hu Hai to get up.
Sure enough, Jingmeng was stopped by Xingguang and Yuehui at the door, and was told that Mr. Hu Hai was still resting and not to be disturbed, so he stood helplessly waiting at the door.
Then Jing Meng turned around and saw Lin Ze standing on the bluestone, practicing his sword skills seriously. His eyes lit up and he strode over without saying a word to disturb him, quietly admiring Lin Ze's sword skills.
Lin Ze felt the coming of Jing Meng, but he didn't care about him. He just practiced with his sword one after another, whether it was chopping, teasing, whittling or picking.
After practicing for a full two-quarters of an hour, I slowly stopped.
Jingmeng couldn't help shouting from the side: "Good sword skills."
Lin Ze sheathed his sword, raised his hand towards Jingmeng and said, "Jingmeng swordsman Miao Zan's mere swordsmanship is unsightly."
Jingmeng shook his head and said: "Young Master Lin is too humble. At such a young age, you have such profound sword skills. It is really amazing. I am not afraid of Master Lin's jokes. My Sword Pavilion disciple's sword skills are amazing.
If I could achieve half of Mr. Lin’s sword skills, I would be satisfied.”
Lin Ze smiled and was about to say a few words of humility when he heard someone behind Jingmeng say: "Elder brother, why do you have someone else's ambition and destroy your own prestige? I think I am blind, but I can't see that this young master's sword skills are any good."
How strong."
Another person echoed: "Yes, at first glance, this young master's swordsmanship is mediocre. Even though he is a distinguished guest, senior brother should not praise him out of conscience. You must know that we swordsmen only take the straight course."
, don’t ask for it in the song, you need to have a true swordsman’s heart.”
When Lin Ze heard this, he couldn't help but feel speechless. At a glance, he knew that these two were young men who had never experienced "severe beatings from society". However, at the fourth level, they actually taught him a lesson and became a strong man in the sixth level of martial arts.
Jingmeng's face turned dark immediately after hearing this, and he scolded: "Fang Xin, Fang Xiang, shut up. You two are not good at learning and don't know the heights of the world. Those guys who are talking so generously here are simply embarrassing."
Fang Xin and Fang Xiang were stunned by Jingmeng's scolding on the spot. Even Fang Xin, who was the first to speak, felt very aggrieved and almost burst into tears. He said unwillingly: "He obviously practices the simplest sword skills.
Even if Senior Brother wants to flatter others, why does he drag us along with him? We don’t want to be hypocritical people like you."
Lin Ze's eyes lit up after hearing this. It seemed that Jing Meng's position in Jiange was not so stable. Even an elite disciple dared to contradict him face to face. Maybe this was the opportunity he wanted to take advantage of.
Jing Meng's face was gloomy as if it was about to drip, and she gritted her teeth and said: "Fang Xin, be arrogant, don't think that you have the support of an elder and grandpa, so you dare to be arrogant in front of me. Even if your grandpa faces me, he wouldn't dare to say that to me. If I
If I don’t teach you a lesson, I’m afraid you will become even more lawless in the future.”
Several other teenagers immediately looked at Fang Xin with gloating, waiting for him to be taught a lesson by Jingmeng.
At this moment, another young man wanted to step forward and say: "Elder brother can't convince others with reason, so he will bully others with big words? You must know that I, the master of Jiange Pavilion, need someone with both ability and political integrity to be competent. If eldest brother does this,
How to succeed as the master of Jiange Pavilion?"
Jingmeng's body swayed, and he suppressed the anger all over his body. He regained his composure and said, "I have no knowledge and skills, and I don't respect my brother. I have a disciple from the law enforcement team to talk to you later."
A trace of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the other disciples, and the senior brother actually retreated.
Lin Ze almost clapped his hands when he saw him. It turned out that they were competing for the position of the Pavilion Master. No wonder the two young elite disciples didn't give any face to Jing Meng. It seems that not everyone in the Jiang Pavilion hopes that Jing Meng can
Successfully take over the position of Pavilion Master.
After receiving such news, Lin Ze almost effortlessly figured out how to tie Jiange to Hu Hai's chariot. In order to become the master of this pavilion, Jingmeng could even accept the insults of two little brats. Could it be that
Are you still afraid that he won't cooperate?
However, he still needed help at this time, so Lin Ze said with a mocking look on his face: "Two little brats who sit in a well and look at the sky can't even see their superb sword skills. They are really pathetic and ridiculous."
Fang Xin immediately became unhappy and sarcastically said: "What? Senior brother just praised you, do you really think your sword skills are very powerful? You don't even know what kind of virtue you have? I'm afraid you can't even catch my sword."
"
Lin Ze pulled a sneer from the corner of his mouth and said: "Since you are so confident in your swordsmanship, how about we compete and learn from each other?"
Fang Xin said with disdain: "What's the point of sparring with you? Can't you see that I'm already at the fourth level of martial arts? Is it possible that you can still beat a middle-level master?"
Lin Ze looked at himself. How could he not be able to beat a fourth-level martial artist with an intermediate level of fifth-level martial arts? Suddenly he remembered that he had just practiced sword practice without using his true energy, and he was actually recognized as a fourth-level martial artist.
A first-time warrior.
Therefore, Lin Ze just smiled softly: "Maybe you can pass the beating?"
Fang Xin said with arrogance: "If you can beat me, I will let you do whatever you want, how about that?"
Lin Ze looked at Jing Meng with a smile on his face and said, "If I teach the humble disciples of Jiange, Jing Meng swordsman won't mind, right?"
Jing Meng coughed lightly and said, "Master Lin, try to be merciful."
Fang Xin said impatiently: "Why should he be merciful? It should be me who should be merciful. Does Senior Brother look down on Junior Brother so much? Or does Senior Brother have some secret collusion with outsiders?..."
Lin Ze was slightly unhappy after hearing this. I wasn't even ready to start colluding, but what you said was simply too much. He interrupted directly: "Stop talking nonsense. I think you are young and ignorant. I will give you three moves first. Let me go."
Come here immediately."
Fang Xin looked at Lin Ze in a daze. He was obviously younger than me and his martial arts training was lower than mine, but he still dared to ask me for three moves?
Seeing Fang Xin's hesitation, Lin Ze couldn't help but said excitedly: "Why, don't you even have the courage to take action?"
Fang Xin's face flushed with excitement, he pulled out his long sword and couldn't help shouting: "Since you are seeking death yourself, don't blame me for being rude." After saying that, his true energy flowed, and he quickly rushed towards Lin Ze, planning a move.
Determine the outcome, and then severely defeat Jing Meng's face.
A foreigner wants to be the master of the pavilion, but he doesn't ask us if we agree?
In the eyes of other disciples, Lin Ze seemed to be frightened. The sword was getting closer and closer, but he didn't know how to avoid it.
Fang Xin even saw the scene where he won with one move and mocked Jing Meng with a wink.
In Lin Ze's opinion, Fang Xin's speed was almost the same as the old lady's sword dancing in the park in her previous life. When he rushed in front of him, he just gave way to the sword lightly, and slapped the long knife in his hand slightly hard.
He slapped Fang Xin on the face and flew him away.
Several disciples finally felt the true energy in Lin Ze that was so strong that it made them despair.
Fang Xin fell to the ground, ignoring the pain, and said with disbelief: "You are actually a fifth-level master?"
Lin Ze nodded and said: "Yes, otherwise how can I say that I might be able to beat a middle-grade warrior? I can't beat an ordinary fourth- or fifth-grade warrior?"
Then Fang Xin said with a look of sorrow and anger: "You liar, didn't you promise to give me three moves?"
Lin Ze said with a little embarrassment: "Sorry, I accidentally forgot about it."