The birthday banquet will continue as usual.

Lin Xiaoyao also let the people of the Tsing Yi Gang disperse.

He will also attend the feast.

After a table.

Lin Pingzhi went back to rest.

As for the beggars.

can only be a dumb person who eats coptis, and he can't say what he suffers.

They couldn't even find evidence.

In this regard, they are also quite helpless.

That same evening.

Lin Pingzhi was copying down the music score of Xiaoao Jianghu in his mind.

After copying it, he dried it with internal force.

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

This is what he prepared for Ren Yingying.

Right now.

Wang Bofen and Wang Zhongqiang ran in.

There was drunkenness on their faces.

Lin Pingzhi looked at the two of them, his heart full of disgust.

But his face shouted respectfully.

"Uncle. ”

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

The two of them are proper losers.

If you want martial arts, you don't have martial arts.

To be talented, talent is not.

is simply relying on Wang Yuanba's prestige, and he is rampant and domineering everywhere.

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

They walked straight to Lin Pingzhi's transcription of the Xiaoao Jianghu score.

"Is this the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits?" said Wang Bofen.

Lin Pingzhi was stunned.

it?

Lao Tzu is not Ling Hu Chong!

Why do my two uncles also think 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 leaned over to Wang Bofen's side and looked.

His drunken face instantly became excited.

"Sure enough, it's an evil sword spectrum!"

Saying that, they ran out with Lin Pingzhi's transcription of the Xiaoao Jianghu score.

Lin Pingzhi had the heart to stop him, but he didn't dare to show his martial arts.

So I had no choice but to chase behind.

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

Lin Pingzhi had a headache.

Fortunately, he is not Ling Hu Chong, Wang Yuanba will definitely not doubt himself.

Wang Bofen and Wang Zhongqiang took Lin Pingzhi's score and went straight to Wang Yuanba.

"Dad, we've found the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits. Wang Zhongqiang shouted.

Yue Buqun, who was originally chatting with Wang Yuanba over tea, changed his face.

Could it be that there is really a sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits in this Golden Sword Gate?

He looked towards Wang Yuanba.

But Wang Yuanba's expression was also suspicious.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Bofen and Wang Zhongqiang rushed in with the Xiaoao Jianghu music score.

Lin Pingzhi followed closely.

"Uncle, that's really a score. ”

Wang Yuanba got up and looked at Wang Bofen and Wang Zhongqiang.

"What's going on?"

As he spoke, he looked at Lin Pingzhi with a relaxed expression.

"Ping'er, your two uncles drank too much, don't mind. ”

Lin Pingzhi nodded helplessly, he looked at Wang Yuan and said, "Grandpa, that's a music score, and my uncle didn't say what kind of sword score this is." ”

Hearing Lin Pingzhi's words, doubts also appeared in Wang Yuanba's eyes.

"Show me. ”

Wang Bo excitedly handed the score to Wang Yuanba.

Wang Yuanba's result score, he read it for a long time, but he didn't understand it.

"Whether this is a music score or a sword score, I don't understand. Wang Yuanba shook his head and said, "Come, Ping'er, give you back the things." ”

Saying that, Wang Yuanba also glared at Wang Bofen and Wang Zhongqiang angrily and said: "You two are uncles, you drink too much and rob your nephew's things, and you can't tell the difference between music and sword scores, what are your brains for? Two rice buckets!"

Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but be happy when he saw that Wang Yuanba really returned the score directly to himself.

A grandson deserves to be a grandson.

He hurried over to pick up the score.

After all, this is to give Ren Yingying that stupid white sweetness.

But just when Lin Pingzhi was about to catch the score of Xiaoao Jianghu, Yue Buqun spoke.

"Wait. Yue Buqun shouted.

Lin Pingzhi was stunned for a moment.

What do you do, Lao Yue?

You've all practiced the true sword technique of warding off evil spirits.

Are you still not satisfied?

What's more, this is not a sword spectrum at all.

It seems to be a score!

When Wang Yuanba heard Yue Buqun's words, he also took his hand back.

"Oh, what does Brother Yue have to say?" asked Wang Yuanba.

Lin Pingzhi hurriedly said: "Master, that's a music score, not a sword score." ”

He didn't want too many people to flip around.

After all, this is a gift for Silly Bai Tian Ren Yingying.

What should I do when the time comes?

But Yue Buqun saw that Lin Pingzhi was so nervous, but he thought that this was really the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits.

"Brother Wang, since ancient times, it has been common for martial arts to be hidden in some other books. Yue Buqun said, "Can you give Yue a certain view?"

Wang Yuanba directly handed it to Yue Buqun and said, "It's just a music book, what's the harm in seeing." ”

He took what Lin Pingzhi said seriously.

So there is no doubt at all.

"Thank you, Brother Wang. Yue Buqun took the score.

Look through it carefully.

But among them, he couldn't find any trace of the evil sword spectrum.

And he still can't read it.

Lin Pingzhi saw that Yue Buqun had already seen it, so he was not nervous.

Anyway, I've seen it all, so let's watch it a little longer.

Yue Buqun looked at Lin Pingzhi's indifferent attitude, and he didn't feel like an evil sword spectrum in his heart.

But he was a little skeptical.

What if this score is really a sword score?

Not to mention whether it is an evil sword spectrum, it may also be other sword spectrums.

"Brother Wang, Yue can't tell what kind of sword score this is, but it doesn't look like a music score. Yue Buqun said.

Lin Pingzhi's eyes widened.

He couldn't believe it.

Lao Yue, you are talking nonsense with your eyes open.

"But, master, this is obviously a music score. Lin Pingzhi said.

Yue Buqun glanced at Lin Ping, and said lightly: "Whether it's a sword score or not, I can't tell, but it's not a music score, I don't feel like it's." ”

Lin Pingzhi was helpless.

"Okay, master, what you say is what it is. "Lin Ping's dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

This is meant to be a score.

He didn't want to go to Green Bamboo Lane like Ling Hu Chong.

before it was explained.

Since Lao Yue wants to be slapped in the face, then it hurts to be beaten at that time, just don't blame yourself.

When Wang Yuanba heard Yue Buqun's words, he also became a little interested.

"I didn't expect that there was a sword score that Brother Yue couldn't see, so Wang wanted to see it. Wang Yuanba said with a smile.

Lin Pingzhi stood aside very casually.

Yue Buqun glanced at him, saw that he didn't react, and looked at Wang Yuanba with a random smile.

"I wonder if there are people in Brother Wang's Mansion who understand the rhythm of music?" asked Yue Buqun.

He wondered if it was possible that only those who knew the rhythm of the sword could understand it.

Lin Pingzhi didn't say he understood.

After all, he had never shown his instrument in front of anyone.

What's more, Lao Yue chose to be slapped in the face.

Lin Pingzhi naturally won't stop it.

As long as Lao Yue is slapped in the face and does not hate himself, then Lin Pingzhi likes Lao Yue to be slapped in the face.

When Wang Bofen heard Yue Buqun's words, his eyes immediately flashed with a fine light.

"Master Yi understands, I'll go and call him over. ”

Wang Yuanba didn't stop him, but said casually: "Go and go back quickly." ”

Lin Pingzhi glanced at his two uncles.

I thought that their martial arts were so weak, and they had been under the protection of their grandfather.

Still greedy for the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits?

Thinking of brothers becoming two sisters?

From your own uncle to aunt?