Chapter Thirty-Four: Re-Encountering the Four Beasts of Qingcheng

  Linghu Chong sat in the corner, slowly chewing on tea leaves and drinking tea water. In his heart, he thought: "This tea is too inferior, it's almost white after brewing, there's no tea flavor at all. Heaven knows how many pots of tea have been brewed with this pack of tea leaves. My second brother and little sister are also too stingy."

  Linghu Chong was deep in thought when suddenly, a loud commotion broke out, with horses neighing and people shouting. A boisterous voice rang out: "We've been traveling for so long, we're dead tired! There's a teahouse up ahead, let's go in and have a cup of tea first."

  "Yes, senior brother!"

  Another loud voice respectfully said.

  "This voice seems somewhat familiar?" Linghu Chong thought to himself.

  Two young men dressed in green clothes, accompanied by a group of lackeys, entered the teahouse like ghosts, looking at the noisy peddlers and porters, frowning: "Hurry up and drive these lowly people away, how can those who sell their bodies be allowed to sit with us?"

  As a result, a group of people from the bottom of the Jianghu who didn't understand martial arts and could only make a living by performing were chased away like flies. Even Linghu Chong, who was mixed in with the crowd pretending to be profound, couldn't escape. It made his face turn green, since he had become proficient in martial arts, he had never received such treatment before, and he almost couldn't bear to draw his sword and chop these few pieces of trash.

  "Boss, aren't you going to quickly bring out some good tea for us old men to quench our thirst? If you dare to be even a little slow, believe me, I'll tear down your shop." The leader of the group in green clothes slammed his sword on the tea table, making a loud noise.

  The crowd of followers clapped their tables and chairs, cheering loudly. One of them, with a loud voice, shouted out some shameless flattery that was unbearable to listen to. Without distinguishing between good or bad, he gave a round of thunderous applause, which even made Linghu Chong, who had originally planned to teach a few people a lesson, feel shocked and urinated in his pants. His stomach churned with a wave of nausea, almost spitting out the tea he had just drunk.

  What a powerful and majestic figure, Linghu Cong raised his head to take a closer look, and was suddenly shocked to find that it was an old acquaintance. The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect were led by Yu Canghai's only son, Yu Renyan. The one with the loudest voice was actually a short and ugly man with a sunken face on the left side of his cheek.

  This was the one that Linghu Chong had specifically used to strike back with his reverse hand when he beat up the Qingcheng Sect disciples, only because this despicable man's mouth was too smelly and his voice was too loud, so Linghu Chong specially took care of him severely.

  "Damn it, these sons of bitches are more arrogant than I am."

  Linghu Cong was speechless, and couldn't help but curse inwardly. This group of idiots had actually engraved the two characters "Qing Cheng" all over their swords, sleeves, and collars. Each person also wore an iron plaque on their waist, with a large "Ling" character on the front and the two characters "Qing Cheng" in elegant script on the back. Didn't these idiots know that when doing bad things, one should be low-key? They came to ambush the Lin family in such a showy manner, as if they were here to do good deeds and accumulate virtue.

  "Ptoo, what kind of tea is this? It's so bitter! You actually serve me such inferior goods? Watch me tear down your shop!" Yu Renyan picked up the teacup and took a sip, but before he could swallow, he suddenly spat it out on the ground. With one foot, he kicked over the tea table and furiously scolded Laode Nuo.

  "Never mind, brother. What good tea can these rural bumpkins offer in this desolate wilderness? Let's hurry up and get on with our business." Seeing Yu Renyan was about to turn hostile, Yu Hao hastily intervened. This trip was for an important mission, they couldn't afford to waste precious time on these country folk, that would be a huge loss.

  Yu Renyan thought to himself, with his noble identity, it would be beneath him to fight these rural villagers, so he led a group of Qingcheng disciples in smashing the tables and chairs placed outside, then mounted a fine horse and left with a flourish.

  These two goods are stupid, not much skill, but they act so recklessly and domineeringly. There are many extraordinary people and masters in the world who dislike Jianghu and live in seclusion in remote villages and mountains. If these guys provoke one of those top-notch masters, they might not even know how they die.

  "Second Master, the Qingcheng disciples have arrived. What should we do next?" Yilin said softly to Laodan after the Qingcheng disciple left.

  "The Qingcheng Sect is coming with great momentum, this matter may not end well. We can't act rashly, let's calm down and observe the changes." Seeing Yue Lingshan was unhappy, Labor De Nuo hastily persuaded: "The master said that this time the Qingcheng Sect will go all out, the Lin family will definitely lose. With our strength, going up would only add to the casualties, it's better to wait for rescue."

  Yue Buqun's gaze was so venomous that only those closest to him could feel it, and describing him as "calculating without leaving anything behind" and "predicting things like a god" wasn't an exaggeration at all. Since he had determined that the Lin family would inevitably fail, there was no way they could escape, and with Laborde's steady temperament, he naturally wouldn't let Yue Lingshan go on this adventure with him.

  It turned out that Lao Yue's guess was not wrong at all. In those years, Lin Yuantu relied on the 72nd Road Evil Swordsmanship to defeat all the undefeated masters in the world, and even defeated the leaders of various major schools in Jianghu, including the so-called number one swordsman west of the Three Gorges, Chang Qingzi, who was defeated by him.

  However, Lin Yuan Tu hid the true "Bixie Sword Spectrum" to prevent the Lin family from becoming extinct, leaving only some superficial techniques. The later generations of the Lin family did not learn the true transmission and at most were just barely second-rate martial artists. On the other hand, Yu Canghai surpassed his master Qingzi in skill, with his martial arts abilities already exceeding those of his teacher, and his cultivation nearing the peak of a top-notch martial artist, earning him the title of "Martial Arts Master". As one rises and another falls, how could Lin Zhen Nan's mediocre skills compare to Yu Canghai?

  The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect have arrived, and according to the plot development, Lin Zhennan's family will also appear in the next day or two. I need to go and get a feel for things first. Linghu Chong made a meticulous plan and began to implement it.

  In the middle of the night, a bright full moon hung high in the sky. Linghu Chong's sharp spiritual awareness detected an ultra-luxurious modified large ship approaching from the surface of the sea. As expected, it was Lin Pingzi and his family, who had abandoned their overland journey to travel by water instead.

  Linghu Chong stepped on the sea surface, as if walking on flat ground, effortlessly and carelessly, like taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard. It was clear that his martial arts skills were extremely high and profound. Before long, he had already arrived at Lin's ship, lightly flipping over, landing neatly and cleanly on board, with not even half a hint of wetness on his shoes or socks.

  The sailors on the boat, the helmsman, and the servants were all busy with their respective duties, moving swiftly and in an orderly manner. Inside a luxurious large house, large red candles were lit, casting a warm glow throughout the room. Three people sat upright with serious expressions, and they were Lin Ping's family.

  "Father, mother, I've grown up and become an adult, no longer a child. Why are you still not allowing me to read the ancestral secret scrolls? What is it that I'm lacking?" A young man dressed in elegant silk, with a jade-like complexion, his face flushed red with agitation, exclaimed.

  This man is Lin Pingzhi, one of the most tragic and pitiful characters in the world of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.