Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Elder Xu buried his head and dared not see anyone, so he left first.

Everyone in the beggar gang bowed their heads and followed them away.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Lin Pingzhi's mouth.

trouble me?

joke?

My grandfather is Wang Yuanba!

When all the beggar gang members had left, Wang Yuanba waved his hand.

"Let's continue!"

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The birthday banquet will continue as usual.

Lin Xiaoyao also asked the Tsing Yi gang to disperse.

He is also going to the banquet.

After one seat.

Lin Pingzhi went back to rest.

As for the beggars.

It can only be a dumb person who eats Coptis chinensis, and there is no bitterness.

They couldn't even find evidence.

In this regard, they are also quite helpless.

That night.

Lin Pingzhi was copying down the score of The Swordsman in his mind.

After copying, he dried it with internal force.

Looking at the score he had copied, he compared it repeatedly, and there was nothing wrong.

This is what he planned to give Ren Yingying.

Just now.

Wang Bofen and Wang Zhongqiang ran in.

Drunkness appeared on their faces.

Lin Pingzhi looked at the two of them with disgust in his heart.

But his face was shouting respectfully.

"uncle."

For these two people, Lin Pingzhi didn't have a good impression in his heart.

The two of them are proper prodigal sons.

You need martial arts, but you don't have martial arts.

You need talent, but you don't have talent.

It's just relying on Wang Yuanba's prestige to run amok everywhere.

Wang Bofen and Wang Zhongqiang listened to Lin Pingzhi's shout and did not agree.

They went straight to the Xiaoaojianghu score that Lin Pingzhi copied.

"This is the evil sword manual?" Wang Bofen said staggeringly.

Lin Pingzhi was stunned.

What the fuck?

I am not Linghu Chong!

Why do my two uncles think so naively that this is a sword score, not a music score?

"Uncle, this is a music score, not a sword score." Lin Pingzhi said helplessly.

Wang Zhongqiang moved to Wang Bofen's side and watched.

His originally drunken face instantly became excited.

"Sure enough, it's the Evil Resisting Sword Manual!"

As they said that, they ran out with the sheet music of Xiaoao Jianghu copied by Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi wanted to stop him, but he didn't dare to use martial arts.

So he had no choice but to chase after him.

"Uncle, this is really a music score, not a sword score!"

Lin Pingzhi had a headache.