Lin Ping knew that Yu Canghai had already seen his own swordsmanship, and knew that he had no chance of winning, and where would he stay nearby, so he naturally wanted to go to Hengshan to take refuge by taking advantage of Liu Zhengfeng's golden basin to wash his hands.

However, there is not only one way from Fuzhou City to Hengyang in Hunan Province, he is currently chasing the direction of the group of disciples with broken arms to escape, as for whether it is the route of Yu Canghai's departure, it is not clear, but this time he does not have to intercept and kill the other party on the road, it doesn't matter if he is chasing the right one, the purpose is right.

Lin Pingzhi took a few subordinates to chase for a day, during which he also kept asking passers-by, the banner of the Fuwei Dart Bureau in this province is naturally quite useful, inquiring along the way, the people only regarded it as the wicked person who chased the robber, and told the truth, and it didn't take long to track down the figure of the Qingcheng disciples.

didn't show up, just picked up in the back, watched from behind, and didn't find that Yu Canghai was in it, it shouldn't be all the way.

Chased out of Fuzhou, for half a decade, the foot has crossed thousands of miles, Lin Pingzhi has always hung behind the disciples of Qingcheng, and he does not show up, full of patience. It wasn't until he arrived at Nanchang Mansion, the capital of Gan Province, that he saw that this group of Qingcheng disciples with broken arms came to an inn as soon as they entered the city, and connected with two similarly dressed people at the door, obviously they were also disciples of the Qingcheng faction, and then they entered the inn together, which should be their foothold in Nanchang Mansion.

didn't know the specific number of disciples of the Qingcheng faction, so Lin Pingzhi didn't let his subordinates continue to follow, rode on a white horse, and asked a few dart masters to wait at the local branch first, and he went to the inn.

There were originally twelve Qingcheng disciples who came out of Fuzhou, but probably because of the deterioration of their injuries, two died on the road, and they were buried on the spot by the rest of the people, and now there are only ten people who have arrived here safely, Lin Pingzhi temporarily handed over the white horse to the inn outside the door to deal with, as soon as he stepped into the door of the inn, he saw a corner of the lobby, and the group of people with broken arms gathered in a circle, talking with four or five intact Qingcheng disciples.

When someone saw Lin Pingzhi coming in, his face immediately turned pale, he screamed in fright, and the tea cup in his hand that was about to be sent to his mouth fell down, splashing a body of tea. The others noticed it, turned their heads and saw it, and their faces changed drastically.

"What's wrong?"

A middle-aged disciple saw it and asked with a frown.

A man with a broken arm next to him looked at Lin Pingzhi, his face was full of fear, and he trembled: "Pi, Senior Brother Pi, he, he is Lin Pingzhi, he is him...... It was he who cut off the arms of my brothers and others. ”

As soon as the words came out, those few who didn't know them immediately became vigilant.

They had just learned that this man had cut off the arms of ten people with a single sword, and his swordsmanship was extremely powerful, and if there was a conflict, it would definitely not be something they could resist.

Lin Ping's sword was in the sheath, held it in his hand, went straight over, squinted his eyes and swept around, locked his eyes on a few Qingcheng disciples who were on guard, raised the sword slightly, flicked his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and said with a smile: "It is said that the first salute and then the soldiers, but I think that sometimes it is not bad to salute before the soldiers." ”

A younger disciple couldn't help but ask, "What are you...... Ahh

Before the word "meaning" could be asked, the sword light flashed, and he only felt that Lin Ping's person shook twice, and the sword in his hand also shook twice, followed by a sharp pain, blood splattered, and his right arm fell to the ground.

Not only him, but the other three originally intact fellow disciples around him also lost an arm in the blink of an eye, and several people let out a huge scream almost at the same time.

The knife soldiers were moved, and the blood was seen, and the diners around scattered in a hurry, and the shopkeeper was trembling under the counter, and several shopkeepers fled out with the diners, and some ran into the back hall and did not dare to come out.

Lin Pingzhi returned to his original position, returned the sword to the sheath, and sat down at the empty table on the side, facing these people, holding the sword on the ground with both hands, and signaling to the Qingcheng disciples with broken arms around them: "As fellow disciples, shouldn't you help them deal with it at this time?"

"Yes, yes!"

Ten people hurriedly did so, helping to stop the bleeding and bandage the broken wound.

A moment later.

Lin Pingzhi: "Okay, now we can get down to business." He asked, "Dare to ask a few brothers, is Lingshi Yu Canghai here now?"

The middle-aged disciple surnamed Pi was pale and cold sweat, and said tremblingly: "Master, Master, his old man, yesterday, he set off for Hengyang. ”

Lin Pingzhi nodded and said, "I see." However, since you've seen Yu Canghai, why didn't you leave with you? Are you still thinking about picking the Fuwei dart game here?"

"No, it's not!" the man hastily denied. "Master, Master only ordered us to wait here for the other, brothers and sisters from other provinces, to come and meet, and then go to Hengshan to pay a visit. ”

"Then now, apart from a few of you in the Qingcheng faction, is there anyone else here?"

"No, no. ”

"During this time, have you ever seen a white man dare?" Lin Pingzhi asked again.

This white man dared to be the Qingcheng disciple he sent to Jiangxi, Hubei and Hunan provinces to stop these people from doing something to the sub-bureau.

"See, see, when he came, the master was still here, let him, let him continue to go to Hubei Province, inform the brothers to evacuate, and go to Hengshan. ”

"Oh?"

Lin Pingzhi was interested, this means, Yu Canghai is subduing softness and showing goodwill, in case the hostility between the two sides deepens? But the matter has come to this, and it is up to him to decide.

"What about the Fuwei Dart Master who was with him?"

"This, this is not clear, maybe, it may still follow, or it may go to the Fuwei Dart Bureau. ”

"Okay, then that's it, in addition, I see other senior brothers, you don't have to wait, it's better to catch up with your master as soon as possible, so that you can wait for your life, try to learn as much martial arts as possible, swordsmanship is probably useless to you, but internal strength is still fine...... Otherwise, there aren't many opportunities. ”

After Lin Pingzhi finished speaking, he got up and went out.

More than a dozen Qingcheng disciples immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then some people couldn't help but ponder the meaning of Lin Pingzhi's last sentence.

Leaving the inn, Lin Pingzhi inquired about the address and went to the provincial branch of the Fuwei Dart Bureau.

In the dart game, the personnel are all there, and there is almost nothing to do.

They received a warning five days ago, and they also wanted to disperse and abscond, hiding for a while, but found that they could not escape, and as soon as they left the city, they were forced back by some masters who did not report their identities.

As for the dart master who spies on the white people who dare to come, he has shown his side, and now he is going to Hubei Province with him.

After Lin Pingzhi inquired about the recent situation of the sub-bureau, he asked people to go to the inn where the disciples of the Qingcheng faction gathered to monitor, and he went to rest and step up his practice.

The next day, those Qingcheng disciples with broken arms were still in the city and found a doctor to heal their injuries, but Lin Pingzhi took people to leave Nanchang Mansion and rushed west to Hunan Province.

Liu Zhengfeng's golden basin handwashing conference is the tenth day of the first month of March, although it is still early, he wants to catch up with Yu Canghai as soon as possible, and first fold the face of the head of his faction in public, so that he can be so worried for a while, which is regarded as an appetizer.

After that, the white horse and the red horse took turns to change horses, and the fast horse was whipped for two days, and Lin Pingzhi finally caught up with the traces of the Qingcheng faction in the suburbs of Shanggao County, three hundred miles away from Nanchang Fucheng, with a total of more than 20 people, resting in the teahouse on the side of the road, and Yu Canghai was among them.

Lin Pingzhi saw it from a distance, first let the following dart head lead the deputy horse, wait in the distance, and then drive the horse over, and when he got close, he didn't get off the horse, just rode on the horse, looked down at everyone, and asked, "Is Yu Canghai there?"

said that he was asking, but his eyes looked at the direction of Yu Canghai.

Yu Canghai was drinking tea for a long time, and he didn't seem to be moved, and a disciple under the seat said: "Boy, who are you?

Yu Canghai spoke up, with the air of a worldly master, and said: "Hey, Renxiong, I told you, when you go out, you must abide by your duty, and you must not be rude to people, whether they are friends on the rivers and lakes or ordinary people. ”

That disciple is Hong Renxiong in the four shows of Qingcheng, who is somewhat famous in the rivers and lakes, and when he saw the master's teaching, he hurriedly bowed his head and looked like he was taught: "The master taught me." ”

Yu Canghai touched his beard, turned to Lin Pingzhi, and said with a pleasant face: "Young man, the old way is Yu Canghai, who are you?

Lin Pingzhi saw that he was pretending to be serious, and couldn't help but smile, and said: "That day in Fuzhou City, there was a dwarf with extraordinary martial arts who sneaked into my Fuwei Dart Bureau. ”

Yu Canghai's face changed: "Boy, what do you mean by this?"

Lin Pingzhi's face also changed, his smile narrowed, and he said coldly: "What do you mean? It means, Yu Xiaozi, you kidnapped my father in Fuzhou City, and it is time to return it." ”

Yu Canghai's face was full of anger, he slapped the table, and said, "Boy, you are making something out of nothing here, talking nonsense, is it because the old Taoist doesn't dare to teach you a lesson?"

Hong Renxiong said: "Master, this kid dares to speak out, you don't have to do it yourself, let the disciple teach him a lesson." ”

As he spoke, he had already rushed out, one hand stretched out, his five fingers were like hooks, and he was about to arrest someone and dismount, Yu Canghai opened his mouth, and he was slow to stop it, so he didn't say anything.

Lin Pingzhi sneered, the sword flashed, but the surnamed Hong followed in the footsteps of the senior brothers in front of him, screamed, staggered back, hit the table, and fell down.

"Senior Brother Hong!"

"Senior Brother Hong!"

A large group of Qingcheng disciples stood up and exclaimed.

Yu Canghai took a few steps forward, sealed his acupoint in time, looked back at Lin Pingzhi, and said angrily: "Boy, in front of the old Dao, you are so fierce, I can't spare you." ”

With a sonorous sound, he drew his sword out of its sheath and pointed forward: "Boy, dismount." ”

No matter what he thought in his heart, at this moment, in front of the crowd, the proud disciple asked someone to remove his arm, and he was not allowed to leave his hands.

"No need. ”

The tip of the sword dripped blood and fell to the ground, and Lin Ping's face was proud.

"Hmph. ”

Yu Canghai snorted softly and forced him forward.

Conflict erupted head-on.

[It's been more than ten days, it feels like it's on a stand-alone machine, is there a living person, squeak]