Zongwu, because I have a bad mouth, you treat me as a villain?

But just for this matter, Zhao Min also figured out the whole story.

When Yue Buqun was in the Ming Dynasty, he was scared out of his wits by Wu An.

As for the four villains, they are even more unreliable. They have a character that bullies the weak and fears the strong.

After paying the price, Zhao Min tried his best to persuade Yao Yue, the master of Yihua Palace.

Of course, I didn’t come alone this time.

Instead, he brought a handsome young man with him.

It is said that it brings a lot of insights.

It's just that this young master has a frosty face. He has never said a word to anyone since he arrived at Ruyang Prince's Mansion, and no one has seen him speak, so Zhao Min doesn't care.

Lin Pingzhi came to Shaolin Temple all the way.

On the way, I also met several waves of martial arts people going to Shaolin.

Lin Pingzhi pretended not to see it and was on his way except for necessary rest.

When the two young 04 monks at the entrance of the Shaolin Temple saw the visitor, they quickly saluted: "Amitabha, donor...

In the past few days, martial arts people often come with guns and sticks.

The abbot specifically told them that if they meet martial arts people, they must be treated with caution and do not cause trouble for Shaolin.

So these two young monks seemed very polite.

It makes sense for the abbot to let the two young monks serve as guest monks.

People are more tolerant of children.

Even if you say the wrong thing, people won't mind.

If something really goes wrong, dozens of guardian monks can run out of the temple in just one breath.

Lin Pingzhi smiled: "Little monk, stop talking nonsense and tell your abbot that I, Lin Pingzhi, will get the dragon-slaying knife for my elder brother."

When the two young monks heard this, they turned around and ran away.

Lin Pingzhi smiled proudly.

I, Lin Pingzhi, am not an unknown person in the world of the Yuan Dynasty, so I frightened these two young monks.

I don't eat people.

Abbot Kongwen received the report from the young monk and frowned: "Are you sure you are talking about Lin Pingzhi?"

"Yes, abbot, that man is weird. He wears strange clothes and talks strangely. He opened his mouth and said he wanted to take the dragon-slaying knife for his elder brother."

Abbot Kongwen searched it in his mind and felt that the name was very strange, as if he had never heard of it before.

There were famous people in the Yuan Dynasty whom Abbot Kong Wen had heard of even if he had never seen them.

Abbot Kongwen thought for a moment and said, "Just say I'm not here and send him away!

After all, he is also the abbot of Shaolin.

There are too many people visiting Shaolin these days.

If he received every one of them, he might not be able to receive them all without sleeping.

And each of these people had the same purpose, either to seek revenge on Xie Xun, or to take a look at the Dragon Slaying Sword.

As a result, Lin Pingzhi was lucky and wanted the dragon-slaying knife directly.

What kind of place is Shaolin? If you ask for a dragon-slaying knife, we have to give it to you?

Yes, the Dragon Sword is indeed in our Shaolin hands.

But Lin Pingzhi's weight was not enough for Shaolin to hand over the dragon-slaying knife.

Even if Zhang Sanfeng comes in person, it won't work.

The two young monks looked at each other, turned around and ran out.

"Little monk, where are you, the abbot?"

The two young monks ran up to Lin Pingzhi angrily, clasped their hands together in salute and said, "Owner, our abbot is not here, please come back."

Hearing these words, Lin Pingzhi felt like he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

He thought his reputation as Lin Pingzhi was loud enough.

It turned out that the abbot didn't even want to see him.

What the hell.

In fact, Abbot Kongwen cannot be blamed.

You must know that when he was at Guangmingding, Lin Pingzhi's name was Mobei Xiong Er.

If Lin Pingzhi said that Mobei Xiong Er, Abbot Kongwen would definitely not react this way.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! What my elder brother said is indeed right. These Shaolin bald donkeys are a bunch of blind idiots who are just looking for fame and reputation. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it."

When the two young monks heard that Lin Pingzhi dared to scold Shaolin in front of their faces, they immediately became furious.

Looking at Lin Pingzhi's temperament before, I thought he was some kind of martial arts hero or senior master.

As a result, the abbot responded.

I was told by the abbot before to be polite to others these days.

But for a little unknown person like this, it should be fine.

The two young monks immediately cursed angrily: "You are neither a man nor a woman, nor a man nor a demon, you dare to scold me Shaolin, go away quickly, otherwise don't blame us brothers for being rude."

Lin Ping was already angry, but when he heard that these two little things dared to scold him like this, his anger suddenly became even greater.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Shaolin is so majestic, even two young monks have such courage.

"My elder brother is right, political power comes from the barrel of a gun."

“If you Shaolin doesn’t see me, then I will beat you until you do!

"Pah! Pah!" Two slaps.

He directly knocked the two young monks around twice.

The two young monks were fooled.

When I reacted, my cheeks immediately felt burning and painful.

"Wow wow wow...Senior brother, abbot, someone hit me!

“Wow wow wow….

The two young monks ran back crying.

Lin Pingzhi was still furious.

"Shaolin, if you don't give me the dragon-slaying knife today, I, Lin Pingzhi, will never be done with you.'

Lin Ping walked up the steps with a sword in one hand and a skirt in the other.

The fiery red robe resembles a blooming fire lotus.

"Brother, I, Lin Pingzhi, will definitely help you get the dragon-slaying knife!"

"As long as it's what eldest brother wants, I, Lin Pingzhi, will definitely help eldest brother achieve it."

"Even if I die, I will definitely do it!

He had just taken two steps when he heard rapid footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of Shaolin monks rushed out of the gate.

Lin Pingzhi's face was like autumn water, without any fluctuation on his face.

"Who is coming? Tell me your name?"

"Lin Pingzhi!"

"Why did you break into my Shaolin? Why did you beat my Shaolin boy?"

"I've said it before, and it doesn't matter if I say it again. I'm here to get the dragon-slaying knife. As for why I beat you Shaolin boy?"

"Hehe... Just hit me. What can you do to me?"

Lin Pingzhi made an orchid finger, looking unconcerned.

"How brave! How dare you be so arrogant in our Shaolin territory? I'm going to fight you!"

Dozens of Shaolin monks rushed towards Lin Pingzhi holding long sticks.

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Lin Pingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled: "Well done!

The last word "good" has just been spoken.

Lin Pingzhi's sword was already swinging.

"middle!"

"Catch! Hit!"

"Catch! Hit! Hit!"

Every time the word "中" is spoken, a Shaolin monk will be knocked to the ground by Lin Pingzhi.

It takes a few breaths.

A large area of ​​bald donkeys was already lying on the ground, howling in pain.

At this time, Lin Pingzhi's sword had not yet been unsheathed.

"Hehe... Since you are so polite, then I won't be polite.

The two young monks who had been slapped twice by Lin Pingzhi were stunned.

They didn't see clearly how Lin Pingzhi took action.

It seemed that in just the blink of an eye, these senior brothers who they usually admired so much were lying on the ground.

"Young monk, why don't you go tell your abbot that I, Lin Pingzhi, am here to get a knife! If you are wise, hurry up and prepare the dragon-slaying knife and offer it obediently. Otherwise, I won't mind punching through your Shaolin."