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

After learning the whole story, Liu Zhengfeng personally led the group from Fuwei Escort Agency out of the teahouse and towards Liu's residence.

Passing by the door, Liu Zhengfeng caught sight of the old man selling wontons, his eyes lit up, and he smiled:

"Brother He, knowing I'm here, it's not very friendly of you not to greet me. Come, let's go to my humble abode for a cup of hot tea."

The old man selling wontons laughed heartily and casually packed up his stall.

"I was just about to disturb you."

Seeing the puzzled looks on the faces of the Fuwei Escort Agency members, Liu Zhengfeng smiled and explained:

"This Brother He is a remarkable man of our time. He is He Sanqi of Yandang Mountain in southern Zhejiang. Fuzhou is not far from Yandang Mountain. Chief Escort Lin and the others should have heard of Brother He's name."

Lin Zhennan and his wife suddenly realized what was going on and quickly explained it to Shi Potian and the others.

It turns out that He Sanqi made a living selling wontons since he was a child. After mastering martial arts, he still carried his wontons on his shoulders and traveled the world. His wontons carrying pole was his unique mark.

He possessed extraordinary skills, yet he remained content with a simple life. People in the martial arts world all held him in high esteem.

When Shi Potian entered the teahouse, he had already sensed that the old man possessed extraordinary martial arts skills. Upon hearing this now, he couldn't help but recall Wu Daotong, who had hidden the Xuan Tie Token inside a sesame seed cake years ago.

Wu Daotong sells sesame cakes to hide and avoid trouble; this old man sells wontons willingly, indifferent to fame and fortune.

Liu Zhengfeng was in a daze the whole way.

Shi Potian's swordsmanship was far stronger than he had expected. He thought that defeating Yu Canghai was the limit, but he never imagined that it was even more formidable than his senior brother, Master Mo.

This Evil-Repelling Sword Technique is truly miraculous?

No wonder Yu Canghai went mad for this, resorting to murder and arson, committing all sorts of evil deeds.

The thought of Yu Canghai arranging for the Fuwei Escort Agency to settle old scores at his retirement ceremony made Liu Zhengfeng's heart sink.

What made him even more uneasy were the five finger holes at the bottom of the teacup.

With his decades of cultivation and experience, he had never heard of such a terrifying claw technique. Even the Vajra Finger of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions was far inferior.

Who is that mysterious man? What are his plans? Will my handwashing ceremony proceed smoothly?

He Sanqi saw this and secretly worried about his old friend.

The group chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at the gate of the Liu residence.

With a smile, Liu Zhengfeng led everyone, including He Sanqi, straight to the main hall for the banquet.

Inside the teahouse, as soon as the Fuwei Escort Agency members left, another group of people entered through the door shortly afterward.

A clear and delicate voice rang out:

"Dad, the rain keeps falling, and my clothes are almost soaked. Let's go inside and have a cup of tea."

Another middle-aged man answered in a gentle voice:

"Alright, let's go in and rest for a while."

The short, fat man subconsciously turned his head and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The girl in the lead was beautiful, with an oval face and skin as white as snow. Even he, a man of great experience, couldn't help but secretly admire her.

This tea was definitely worth drinking today.

Behind the girl stood a middle-aged scholar with a handsome face and a light robe and belt. Despite the rain, he gently waved a folding fan in his hand, exuding an elegant and extraordinary air.

Behind the two men followed seven or eight more people: some dressed as porters, some as merchants, some as monkey trainers with small monkeys perched on their shoulders, and a gaunt old man with a full head of white hair.

The group of people took their seats.

The tea server stepped forward to collect the broken cups, and was about to remove the few broken teacups when the middle-aged scholar suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"

"Shopkeeper, please wait a moment while you pack up."

He got up and walked to the table, looking down to examine the broken teacups closely. The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed, and his expression became increasingly solemn.

The others in the group also gathered around.

The withered old man with white hair looked at the girl and laughed, "Junior Sister, have you figured out what's going on?"

The girl also looked astonished: "That skill is amazing! Who sliced ​​seven teacups in half with a single sword strike?"

The old man said in a low voice, "Junior Sister, look more closely. This isn't just ordinary skill. Let me test you first: this sword strike with seven strikes, capable of cutting through gold and jade—whose handiwork is that?"

The girl said with a slight reproach, "I didn't see it with my own eyes, how would I know who it was..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly clapped her hands and laughed, "I know! This is the seventeenth move of the Thirty-Six Styles of Returning Wind and Falling Wild Geese Sword, 'One Sword Destroys Nine Wild Geese,' it's by Martial Uncle Liu Zhengfeng!"

The middle-aged scholar then raised his head, smiled, and shook his head:

"Your Uncle Liu's swordsmanship is probably not up to that level. You've only guessed half of it."

The young girl pointed at him with her delicate finger and laughed, "Father, don't say any more, I know! This...this is Master Mo Da of 'Xiaoxiang Night Rain'!"

The white-haired old man praised, "Junior Sister has a good eye."

The others echoed in unison.

The girl's brows remained slightly furrowed.

"Father, the first move of cutting seven teacups in half at the waist is not too hard to guess."

But what about this second trick? The teacup was neatly sliced ​​in half again, yet it remained standing. This trick... it's probably... it's probably...

She was halfway through her sentence when she couldn't continue.

The middle-aged scholar pondered in silence.

He knew in his heart that what his daughter wanted to say was that even Mr. Mo might not be able to do this.

But if he asked himself honestly, he knew he couldn't do it either.

He examined the broken surface repeatedly, but still couldn't figure out what kind of technique or martial arts it was. He was deeply shocked.

The short, fat man and the young man watched all of this with secret delight.

Lin Shao's sword strike stunned the group once again.

The short, fat man immediately laughed loudly, "Don't bother guessing, you'll never figure out who the second one is, no matter how hard you try."

The young man chimed in, "That attack came from just one table away, but I didn't see anything clearly. I just heard a 'clang,' and all seven teacups were cut in half."

"He's using my sword!"

The short, stout man drew his longsword and stroked it with obvious affection.

"He snatched my sword away, and I was furious. But then he casually swung it and unleashed this earth-shattering strike. I was so scared I didn't even dare to breathe."

The girl was itching to hear this and glared at him, urging him on:

"Who was this mastermind? Tell me quickly!"

The short, fat man chuckled:

"Young lady, you've got it wrong. This person isn't some senior expert; he's about your age. Surprised? Don't believe it?"

Haha, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. This person is truly a once-in-a-century genius.

The girl's heart skipped a beat, and her voice trembled slightly:

"What's his name? Which faction does he belong to?"

Seeing her strange expression, the short, fat man dared not keep her in suspense any longer and told her the truth:

"This man is Lin Pingzhi, the young master of the Fuwei Escort Agency. He was just escorted away from here by Master Liu."

The girl gasped in surprise, clutching her chest, her face beaming with joy.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"It's absolutely true, the people from Fuwei Escort Agency were all here just now," the young man next to him quickly testified.

The young girl, with absolute certainty and a joyful expression, turned to the middle-aged scholar:

"Father, I never expected it was Young Master Lin who cut it! His martial arts have improved so much. No wonder he was able to escape from the Demonic Sect. We were worried for them for nothing today."

From the moment the middle-aged scholar heard the name "Lin Pingzhi," his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

He reached out and picked up a shard of the teacup that Shi Potian had broken off, rubbing it repeatedly with his fingertips, his hands trembling slightly.

He didn't hear a word the girl said.

The withered old man with white hair standing to the side glanced at the middle-aged scholar with a slight glint in his eyes, then lowered his head, lost in thought.