Zongwu: Multiple identities have been exposed

Through the white moonlight, Lin Pingzhi saw pea-sized drops of sweat on Yin Zhiping's forehead.

"Senior brother Yin, what's wrong with you?" Lin Pingzhi's face was gloomy, but he didn't dare to rush forward.

"It's okay, Junior Brother Lin, we haven't decided the winner yet, let's continue." Enduring the excruciating pain, Yin Zhiping wanted to forcefully compete with Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi frowned, he didn't know what happened to Yin Zhiping, but since he still wanted to compete, Lin Pingzhi would naturally not stop.

I saw that the soles of Lin Pingzhi's feet were as swift as the wind, and the strength of Yin Zhiping on the opposite side suddenly increased, which forced Lin Pingzhi to change his style of play.

He changed his previous steady footwork to use nimble and quick lightness kung fu to deal with the fierce Yin Zhiping.

In vain, the sharp sword in Lin Pingzhi's hand was like a ghost, slashing towards Yin Zhiping's arm. Although Yin Zhiping didn't know why, his strength increased, but his actual combat experience did not decrease. Two steps, just dodging Lin Pingzhi's sword.

"It's a pity." Lin Pingzhi sighed lightly.

But he didn't say much else, just before Yin Zhiping could stand still, at this moment, Lin Pingzhi swung his sword again, and the blade of the sword hit Yin Zhiping's arm, knocking down the sword in the latter's hand.

Yin Zhiping turned pale with fright, there was a chill in his eyes, completely different from the usual humble and polite person, just when he was about to pick up the sword that fell on the ground.

Lin Pingzhi would not give him a chance, taking advantage of this gap, his sword was already clamped around Yin Zhiping's neck.

Feeling the coolness on the sword, Yin Zhiping spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body shrank immediately, not as vigorous as before.

Lin Pingzhi stared dumbfounded, he didn't know why Yin Zhiping lost his fighting power all at once.

"Senior Brother Yin, what's wrong with you?" Lin Pingzhi withdrew the sword from Yin Zhiping's neck.

But he didn't rush forward, and now, in the middle of the night, if Yin Zhiping cheated, he would have capsized in the gutter.

"Junior brother Lin, I'm fine, you go back first, I will go back after I finish adjusting my breath."

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi was on guard against him, Yin Zhiping nodded to him.

Lin Pingzhi didn't try his best, after he clasped his fists at Yin Zhiping, he used lightness kung fu to leave the back mountain and flew towards the place where he lived.

After seeing Lin Pingzhi leave, Yin Zhiping hit the ground with his fist, and he hummed softly.

"If I can't even beat a lay disciple, I still try to realize my ambition? What's more, I used it this time..."

Yin Zhiping's voice behind him was inaudible, and there seemed to be an important secret hidden in his heart.

Back in the room, Lin Pingzhi half-closed his eyes, half awake.

"Just now, Yin Zhiping's strength suddenly increased greatly. Even though I have cultivated the mind method of Quanzhen Sect to the culmination, I almost didn't cover the sword in my hand. Is there something ulterior motive hidden in him?"

After thinking about it, Lin Pingzhi didn't have any idea, finally, he still put this matter in his heart.

"Anyway, I won't be able to stay in Quanzhen Sect for long, so why not create troubles?"

After figuring it out, Lin Pingzhi practiced for a while, and then he climbed onto the bed and fell asleep.

The next day.

The disciple of Qingjing Sanren, Cheng Yaojia unexpectedly appeared outside Lin Pingzhi's courtyard.

"Senior brother Lin, master, her old man is going down the mountain recently, and she asked me to practice with you."

Hearing this, Lin Pingzhi had a surprised look on his face.

After all, in the past few months, he has only met Qingjing Sanren Sun Buer a few times, no matter what, he won't let her apprentice come here?

Not to mention Yin Zhiping, who is favored by a few old Taoists, even Cui Zhifang and Zhao Zhijing can teach Cheng Yaojia, who has just started.

Why, Sun Buer sent her only disciple to him. Could it be that he let them know about his idea of ​​leaving Quanzhen Sect?

"No, it's impossible. Leaving Quanzhen Sect was something I thought of temporarily in the past few days. It's impossible for them to know my thoughts."

Lin Pingzhi immediately denied the idea just now.

There was no way, Lin Pingzhi stepped aside, pointed to the courtyard, and let Cheng Yaojia in.

In order to avoid suspicion, it was rare for him not to close the door. Looking at the girl in front of him, she was wearing a blue Taoist robe. She was about the same age as him. She looked about 13 years old. Some distressed.

"Junior Sister Cheng, sit down first, and tell me Daoist Sun's original words."

Looking at the shy Cheng Yaojia, Lin Pingzhi was afraid that she would not be teased, so he had to abide by the etiquette and communicate with her well.

……

After listening to Cheng Yaojia's words, Lin Pingzhi knew the meaning of Sun Buer's asking her to come to him.

For one thing, the Quanzhen Sect's big competitions are about to begin, and Lin Pingzhi, as a lay disciple, brought Cheng Yaojia to him in order not to distract others.

Second, Cheng Yaojia is the eldest daughter of Baoying's Cheng family. When she did not join the Quanzhen Sect, she was weak. Lin Pingzhi was born in the Lin family in Fuzhou, and she was also a son and daughter of a wealthy family. Sun Buer thought about the two of them. There must be something to talk about.

"Brother Lin, isn't it inconvenient for you here?"

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's depressed face, Cheng Yaojia wondered if Lin Pingzhi didn't welcome her.

Looking at the fragile woman in front of him, Lin Pingzhi still couldn't refuse.

"Junior Sister Cheng is worrying too much. Since we are both Quanzhen Sect disciples, we should help each other. Then these days, you will stay with me. When your master Qingjing Sanren returns, you can go back."

Cheng Yaojia sat on the stone bench, and she whispered "Oh", as a response to Lin Pingzhi.

After a moment.

The two stared and stared at each other, which made Lin Pingzhi feel a little embarrassed for a while, and he had no choice but to find some topics to talk about.

"Junior Sister Cheng is with Qingjing Sanren, do you know how to learn martial arts?"

"Not long after I started, I learned some mind and sword techniques from my master."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Yaojia didn't say a word again.

Seeing that the little girl in front of him spoke so little, Lin Pingzhi fell into a daze. He would rather face the wall, flowers and trees alone than two people sitting face to face. Cheng Yaojia looks like two fools.

If Sun Bu'er saw Lin Pingzhi and Cheng Yaojia's current appearance, I'm afraid she might as well let Cheng Yaojia stay in her other courtyard alone, and wait for her to come back after finishing her work?
In the end, Lin Pingzhi still felt that he needed to find some topics to talk about, otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing to die sitting face to face like this in the next day?
"Junior Sister Cheng, it's okay, how about you practice the Quanzhen swordsmanship?"

Cheng Yaojia did not refuse, she got up immediately and picked up the sword that Lin Pingzhi put on the stone table.

In Cheng Yaojia's hands, the Quanzhen swordsmanship was like a light wind and drizzle, and the sword danced lightly in her hands.