In the Celestial Empire plane of Lin Ping's previous life, many people read the description of Jin Daxia.

It seems that the identity of this ancient chivalrous man is just a group of thugs in the troubled world in the eyes of the imperial court, and they are lowly and cannot be put on the stage.

Of course, in other worlds in the vast sea of chaos, whether there will really be such a social form, Lin Pingzhi does not dare to guarantee.

But, what he can guarantee is.

In this Ming Dynasty, where he has lived for more than ten years, after synthesizing the information he has seen and heard collected from all aspects, he has come to the conclusion that the status of martial arts warriors in this world is not low!

In fact, if you think about it, although the internal force martial artists are only a weakened version of the orthodox immortal cultivators.

But no matter what, it's also a transcendent person above ordinary people!

In this Ming Dynasty, where muskets are not advanced and have not been widely popularized, even if it is only a third-rate level internal force warrior, as long as it occupies a favorable terrain, it is a proper hundred-man enemy!

A top-notch third-rate martial artist, such as Lin Pingzhi's father, is enough to support a huge foundation like Fuwei Dart Bureau.

Moreover, the officials, businessmen, and gentry in Fuzhou City all took this for granted, and there was not much dissatisfaction or dissatisfaction in the past ten years.

It can be seen that the status of the internal warriors in this era in the world is absolutely extraordinary.

Of course, although there are many points of convergence in daily life, although there are many points of convergence in daily life, in Lin Pingzhi's view, they are still like two parallel lines, which do not interfere with each other in most cases, and together constitute this real ancient Ming era.

For example, Lin Pingzhi understands some of the current default rules of the Ming Dynasty.

For example, as long as you join gangs, sects and other forces, then even if your whole family is killed in the fight, it is only a grudge between the rivers and lakes, and the local government will help you collect a corpse at most, and will not pursue the murderer at all.

If you want to retire to the rivers and lakes, you must either openly hold a ceremony of "washing your hands in a golden basin", or just like Lin Pingzhi, you can pass the imperial examination route, get fame in the examination, and get an official status.

It is precisely because Lin Pingzhi is the descendant of the largest martial arts force in Fuzhou City, and Ming Dynasty officials such as the prefect Lin Changde will have a certain understanding of the name Lin Pingzhi.

As orthodox bureaucrats who are in charge of a place on behalf of the imperial court, they themselves have a certain responsibility to monitor the martial arts forces in their jurisdiction, so it is not surprising that Lin Changde can judge Lin Pingzhi.

Of course, although the prefect guessed Lin Pingzhi's true body, this young man's move still made him a little surprised.

Because, martial arts people who have really been in an environment like the rivers and lakes for a long time are actually very few willing to step into the world.

There is no other reason, because there is no shortage of status, and there is no shortage of money, for example, which one of the Wuyue Sword Sect does not occupy a large amount of mountain land?

Moreover, as long as the martial arts people do not abuse and kill ordinary people on a large scale, then the Ming Dynasty's royal law will not be able to control them at all, and their daily life is still unrestrained, even if they call themselves the king of heaven, they don't care if you have committed a taboo.

After living like this for too long, who wants to accept so many constraints and rules in a secular society?

According to Lin Changde, the prefect of Fuzhou, among the information learned through the channels of the imperial court, in the past ten years, there is only one Liu Zhengfeng, the former elder of the Hengshan faction, who really wants to quit the rivers and lakes and is preparing for the golden basin washing ceremony.

As far as he further knew, the high-level bigwigs of the eunuch party were now ready to directly use the emperor's central decree, bypass the cabinet, and use a general from the third rank to win over the first-class swordsman.

And in the court, the civil officials of his faction are rumored to want to contact the Songshan faction and let them disrupt this "golden basin washing" drama.

At the very least, it is also necessary to let Liu Zhengfeng, who has first-class skills, refuse to accept this central decree, and must not add another general with superior force to the eunuch forces.

"Brother Changde guessed correctly, it's the young man!"

Gu Dazhang's right hand stroked his long gray-white beard, and his eyes looked at the banquet area of Guangfu Academy in the lower left.

Lin Changde, the prefect of Fuzhou, followed his friend's gaze, and suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise loudly.

"Oh? What a handsome boy! ”

I have to say that Lin Pingzhi's good skin can make almost anyone who is not hostile have a good impression at first glance.

For example, in the area where the ladies and ladies who are separated from the young scholars by bamboo curtains are located at the current poetry meeting, since Lin Pingzhi entered the poetry meeting, more than half of the exquisite and beautiful eyes have been paying attention to this young man.

If there was no bamboo curtain, Lin Pingzhi might really be too handsome and liked by women, and become the target of the young scholars at the poetry meeting, so as to satisfy the desire of others to appear in front of others and pretend to be slapped in the face.

Don't talk far.

Now Lin Pingzhi didn't know that the two bigwigs on the stage were paying attention to him, and he and the three classmates around him were tasting the poems that were preached from time to time around him, eating the dishes on the banquet table, looking very comfortable.

As the twilight gradually came, most of the scholars and scholars finished publicizing their masterpieces.

Even rubbing Lin Pingzhi's big exam results, the three classmates and friends who came with him, Wang Dongping, He Zengguang, and Xue Delin, were also proud to take out the poems they bought at a large price and show off to the surrounding scholars and scholars.

Although their scores in the big examination of Guangfu Academy are in the middle and lower, after all, they have been cultivated for several years in that kind of humanistic environment, and they still have basic aesthetics.

The poems that can be bought by them at a large price may not be called top-notch, but the quality is also superior among the many poems born in the poetry club, so that these three people finally made a splash, and it was not a poetry meeting in vain.

When they boasted about it with a group of scholars and scholars, they returned to Lin Pingzhi's surroundings.

I happened to see Lin Pingzhi standing at the banquet table, in front of the desk specially used to write poems for the literati on the spot, and he had just put down the wolf pen in his hand.

"Brother Ping, let Brother Wei and the others take a look at your masterpiece!"

Seeing this, the classmate named Wang Dongping hurriedly walked over and shouted as he walked, and He Zengguang and Xue Delin behind him also sped up their pace and came to the desk.

After getting along with Lin Pingzhi for several months, they know that this little brother is different from these parallel goods, and he is a talented person who really has goods in his belly, and they can't wait to enjoy his friend's masterpiece.

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax, and the roots are in the broken rock."

"Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing from east to west, north and south."

When two lines of upright and powerful regular script poems came into the eyes of the three of them from the desk where Lin Pingzhi put down his pen.

They only felt as if they had really seen a bitter bamboo, standing in the cracks in the rocks in the mountains, regardless of the wind and rain from the southeast and northwest.

The resoluteness that came to the face, overflowing from the spiritual senses, made the three people who were the first to watch Lin Pingzhi's masterpiece can't help but say hello loudly.

"Good poetry!"

"What a poem!"

The three of them praised in unison, and soon attracted the attention of other literati around them.

In the Guangfu Poetry Conference, it is not uncommon for such a loud applause, but it is also a very rare occurrence, after all, most of the literati in ancient times were more reserved.

However, once someone can't help but praise it loudly, it is likely that there is really a good work.

After all, in such a high-quality ancient cultural event as the Guangfu Poetry Society, it is very rare for the disgusting things in modern society to be grandiose.

For a while, almost all the scholars and scholars sitting around Lin Pingzhi walked towards the desk where Lin Pingzhi wrote poems, and couldn't wait to enjoy the poems written by Lin Pingzhi·······