NIP Chapter 142: The Way of Lin Pingzhi
Chapter 142: The Way of Lin Pingzhi
Daming, in a restaurant in Fuzhou City.
Lin Pingzhi sat at a table in the corner.
On the table, there are several side dishes and a pot of tea.
At this time, nearly half a month had passed since the decisive battle between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng.
Lin Pingzhi bid farewell to Kumozhi and set off for Fuzhou City alone.
This trip, Lin Pingzhi is to worship his parents.
Then he was ready to go to Qingcheng Mountain and find the Qingcheng faction to settle the cause and effect.
Jiu Mozhi knew that this was a hurdle in Lin Pingzhi's heart, which he could only overcome by himself.
There was no obstruction.
I just hope that after Lin Pingzhi untangles his knot, he will be free from shackles from now on.
In the past, Lin Pingzhi and his family's escort often came to this restaurant to drink and talk about the current affairs of the rivers and lakes.
Too bad it's gone now.
The escorts who have made good friends have basically died in the hands of the Qingcheng faction.
And Lin Pingzhi himself is no longer the young darthead who was proud of the horseshoe disease in the spring breeze.
With white hair and a grim face, even the shopkeeper, who was often seen in those days, did not recognize Lin Pingzhi.
Lin Pingzhi let out a long sigh and threw a few pieces of silver on the table.
He picked up the Miao Dao and walked out the door slowly.
17 Walking on the familiar street, the suppressed hatred in Lin Pingzhi's heart began to roll violently.
Lin Pingzhi, who exudes an aura of indifference, is like a lone wolf, walking in the wilderness.
Pedestrians around were infected and avoided one after another, making way for Lin Pingzhi.
Along the way, Lin Pingzhi, who was silently running the 'Bodhicitta Dharma'.
The mind fell into a void.
Only in this way can the mind not be affected by hatred.
I don't know how long it took.
Lin Pingzhi came to a deserted compound.
The plaque on the door has long since disappeared, and the gate is open.
As far as the eye can see, the ruins are full of weeds.
Lin Pingzhi stood there expressionlessly for a moment, then turned to leave.
Not long after, two figures, a man and a woman, came to the place where Lin Pingzhi stood just now.
The female is Yue Lingshan, the daughter of Yue Buqun, the head of the Huashan Sect in the Ming Dynasty, and the male is Yue Lingshan's senior brother Laudenuo.
"Second Senior Brother, is that person Lin Pingzhi? It feels so scary.
The two used to monitor Lin Ping's family on the orders of Yue Buqun.
Although two years have passed, Yue Lingshan's impression of Lin Pingzhi is still relatively deep.
I just didn't expect that seeing each other again today would feel so unfamiliar.
"It is reasonable to see such a change in the family's temperament, little junior sister, don't think about it too much.
Laudno is not young and has a lot of experience. Compared with Yue Lingshan, who grew up under the care of her parents, she can understand Lin Pingzhi's transformation better.
Yue Lingshan eagerly looked at the direction Lin Pingzhi was leaving, and asked:
"Second Senior Brother, shall we follow?"
Laudno was taken aback by Yue Lingshan's thoughts, and said quickly:
"Now that Lin Ping's martial arts are so accomplished, even the great master has been beheaded by the sword, so don't go up and die.
In Yue Lingshan's contemptuous eyes, Laudno said:
"Master just asked us to stare at the Fuwei Escort, presumably knowing this situation.
"We just need to pass on the news of Lin Pingzhi's arrival to the master and let him decide. 39
With that said, Laudno left the site of the Fuwei Escort with a dissatisfied Yue Lingshan.
The news of Lin Pingzhi's power to cut the blood knife ancestor, a month is enough to spread throughout the entire Daming Jianghu.
Although most people in the arena believe that Lin Pingzhi has had another adventure, so he can have such a cultivation.
But there are also some people who feel that Lin Pingzhi's rapid progress is inseparable from the 'sword art of warding off evil spirits'.
The thirst for 'Evil Exorcism Sword Technique' is even more urgent.
And Yue Buqun is one of them.
Today's Huashan faction, although the great master Jiuzhongtian's Feng Qingyang is in charge, the upper-level strength can be said to be the first of the Five Sacred Mountains.
However, due to the battle of the Huashan faction's sword qi, both the sword qi sects suffered heavy casualties.
The sword sect where Feng Qingyang belonged to was dead in name only, and he was the only one left.
Qi Zong is also better than Sword Zong, but what remains are the juniors with low strength.
Over the years, under the leadership of Yue Buqun, the Huashan faction has managed to regain some vitality.
But under the clear wind, the one with the highest cultivation base is Yue Buqun, a great grandmaster of the Third Heaven.
Right now, it is the wind and Qingyang who supports it. If the wind and Qingyang hit the streets one day, the Huashan faction will be over.
As the head of the Huashan School, Yue Buqun had to plan ahead.
If Feng Qingyang was willing to contribute to the 'Nine Swords of Dugu', Yue Buqun would not be so helpless.
There was no other way, Yue Buqun had no choice but to focus on those magic tricks that had no worries.
Counting all the rivers and lakes of the Ming Dynasty, is there anything more famous and better than the 'Evil Exorcism Sword Technique'?
There was someone at the Fuwei Escort, and when Lin Pingzhi walked to the gate, he found out.
However, Lin Pingzhi had no intention to entangle with them at the moment.
After leaving Fuwei Escort, Lin Pingzhi came to a shop selling stone tablets.
Picked a good piece of granite and let them make a tombstone.
Most of the craftsmen who hit the stele are ancestral craftsmanship, and the carving was completed without 897 making Lin Pingzhi wait long.
The shopkeeper looked at Lin Pingzhi's somewhat familiar face and asked:
"Short dart, where is this stone tablet going to be sent?
Lin Pingzhi said coldly:
"Don't call me darthead again.
The shopkeeper sighed softly, looking at Lin Pingyi's white hair, he couldn't help feeling a little sigh.
Back then, Fuwei Escort was also a big family in Fuzhou City, benevolent and kind to others.
Just a pity.
The shopkeeper shook his head and greeted a few workers, asking them to carry the stone tablet and follow Lin Pingzhi.
On a hill outside Fuzhou.
Lin Pingzhi placed the tombstone in front of a hill and lit the incense candle.
Back then, before Lin Pingzhi fled, he could only bury his parents hastily.
Fortunately, it was close to the outskirts of the city, and there were few wild animals, so the tomb was not damaged.
Lin Pingzhi knelt down in front of the tombstone, burning paper money one by one.
The cold aura overflowed from the body, and it felt that even the surrounding air would be frozen.
The hostility induced by hatred made Lin Pingzhi's eyes close to blood red.
Dacheng's "Bodhicitta Dharma" made Lin Pingzhi's heart empty.
The two states of rage and tranquility exist in one person with Lin Ping at the same time.
Formed the unique way of Lin Pingzhi.