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

Surrounded by a group of martial arts masters, the Lin family quickly arrived at the main hall of the Liu residence.

The hundreds of guests in the hall had already received the news that masters from Shaolin and Wudang had come to offer their congratulations, and they flocked out of the hall to wait respectfully outside the hall door.

In an instant, all eyes fell on this team, and the once noisy entrance became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was astonished to see Lin Zhennan's family walking at the very front.

The Fuwei Escort Agency group, who were at the back of the procession when they left, suddenly became the people standing in the front row upon their return. Even Daoist Tianmen could only stand at the back.

The monk and the Taoist priest leading the way must represent Shaolin and Wudang respectively. The fact that the Fuwei Escort Agency can keep pace with them suggests a potential shift in the martial arts world.

Regardless of individual thoughts, Shaolin and Wudang are the pinnacle of the martial arts world, holding the reins of its power, and guests at their gates inevitably engage in polite exchanges.

After a long while, Liu Zhengfeng, as usual, led the distinguished guests through the hall to the inner flower hall.

Many disciples from the Huashan Sect arrived, and Yue Buqun arranged for them to find empty tables in the hall to sit down, but the female disciple had already disappeared.

Amidst the chaos, she walked alone into the courtyard outside the hall.

Shi Potian was not good at socializing and was about to slip away when he suddenly sensed something. He looked up into the courtyard and saw the female disciple turn around hastily like a startled rabbit.

Shi Potian smiled inwardly. He had long wanted to speak with this female disciple. He immediately informed his parents, left the group, and walked into the courtyard.

Yilin, who was standing beside the group of nuns from Hengshan Sect, had her beautiful eyes never leaving Shi Potian. She was originally overjoyed and was about to go up and talk to Shi Potian, but upon seeing this scene, her expression immediately turned somber and sad.

Lin Zhennan and Yue Buqun exchanged a glance, chuckled, and followed Liu Zhengfeng toward the flower hall.

Yue Buqun shook his head repeatedly, lightly waved his folding fan, and followed closely behind with brisk steps.

Upon witnessing this scene, all the disciples of the Huashan Sect clenched their fists, especially the disciple with the monkey perched on his shoulder, whose eyes almost spit fire.

Shi Potian followed the female disciple deeper into the courtyard, and soon they arrived at a rockery.

The female disciple finally turned around, looked at Shi Potian trailing far behind her, and her previously stern face broke into a smile, as if snowflakes were blooming and frost was thawing. She then spoke:

"Hey, why are you following me? Are we that close?"

Her voice was clear and sweet, like a nightingale singing in a valley or pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Shi Potian laughed and said, "Miss Wan'er, I was wondering why you didn't speak, but once you opened your mouth, we naturally became very familiar with each other."

"Your voice is so beautiful, I'll never forget it!"

It turns out that this beautiful female disciple of the Huashan Sect was none other than Wan'er, the ugly girl from Fuzhou.

Wan'er blushed instantly at his straightforward praise and said coquettishly:

"There are many people whose voices sound alike. Wan'er is so ugly, why would you remember her voice?"

Shi Potian laughed:

"Where are you ugly? You're quite beautiful. I not only remembered your voice, but also your scent, so I recognized you at first glance."

I never expected you to be so beautiful, why are you pretending to be ugly?

For Shi Potian, judging people is not just about their appearance. The wonder of the Tai Xuan Jing lies in its ability to recognize people by their aura, as everyone's aura is different.

Therefore, he recognized Wan'er at first glance at the door, but the ugly girl had transformed into a great beauty, which made him extremely curious.

When Wan'er heard his straightforward praise, her ears turned bright red instantly, her body went limp, and she almost couldn't stand up. She quickly reached out to hold onto the rockery.

She clutched her chest, feeling her heart pounding in her chest, and glared at Shi Potian, stammering, "You lecherous scoundrel, where did you learn such nonsense?!"

She wanted to curse him, but looking into Shi Potian's clear eyes, which were devoid of any frivolity or slickness and were entirely from the bottom of his heart, she not only couldn't bring herself to curse him, but her heart started beating even faster.

Seeing her breathing rapidly and on the verge of collapsing, Shi Potian quickly said:

"Miss Wan'er, what's wrong? Are you having a relapse? Let me help you."

Miss Wan'er took a deep breath and shouted urgently:

"Don't come any closer, just stand there! I'm fine, it's all because of you that I'm upset!"

Shi Potian was completely baffled, not understanding what he had done to upset her, but he still stopped as instructed.

After a while, Wan'er finally returned to normal, glanced at Shi Potian who was standing motionless, and pondered to herself:

"He's clearly an honest gentleman, so why does he talk so rudely? Which one is the real him?"

She said calmly, "When you said I was pretty, were you saying I was ugly before?"

Shi Potian said, "You used to disguise yourself, didn't you? Dingdingdangdang disguised me before too, and even poisoned my throat to make me lose my voice."

Wan'er's expression grew increasingly indifferent as she asked, "Who is Dingdingdangdang? Is she also a pretty girl?"

"She was very beautiful, but I'll never see her again."

Wan'er initially wanted to be angry and make a few sarcastic remarks, but when she saw the handsome young man who had defeated Yu Canghai and the experts of the Demonic Sect looking sad, she couldn't help but soften her heart.

She said softly, "If you're sincere, how could you not see her? She's just angry with you and is waiting for you to coax her."

Shi Potian laughed. The bastard's past was too complicated to explain, so he simply said:

"She's in a very, very far place, I can never find her again, and even if I did, she wouldn't like me."

"Miss Wan'er, you still haven't told me why you're dressing up as ugly?"

"Stop calling me 'Miss Wan'er,'" Wan'er said angrily.

"Not only did I make myself look ugly, but even the name I used was fake."

Shi Potian exclaimed "Ah!" and said:

"So what's your name? Wan'er is a pretty name. It's a shame we can't call you that anymore."

He wondered to himself, why Wan'er didn't like him calling her, just like the old woman.

Wan'er rolled her eyes at him and said, "My father is the head of the Huashan Sect, and my senior brothers all call me Junior Sister Lingshan."

"Yue Lingshan, Miss Lingshan, Miss Wan'er... I still think Wan'er sounds better."

"Then you can continue calling her Wan'er." Yue Lingshan turned around angrily, strode away, and walked back to the hall alone.

Shi Potian didn't understand why Yue Lingshan was angry. He was illiterate and only found simple names like Dingdingdangdang, Axiu, and Wan'er to be particularly pleasant to the ear.

Just as I was wondering about this, a series of clear, bell-like laughs suddenly came from behind me, laughter that carried a hint of cunning and mischief.

"Hey, isn't this the great hero who just defeated the old man with a single finger?"

Why are you standing here in a daze, staring longingly at that girl's back? Did the pretty girl reject you?