Chapter 33: You've just left Wudang, and now you're back!
"Who am I?"
"Where am I?"
"What am I doing?"
Lin Pingzhi woke up from his stupor. Before he could fully regain consciousness, he could not help but think of the Three Questions of the Soul. Then, a vague voice seemed to respond to him. He was still Lin Pingzhi, but at this moment, he was no longer in the previous world. As for what he wanted to do, it was his freedom.
"Walter? Could it be? I transmigrated again?"
Lin Pingzhi was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. He seemed to have thought of something important. Without saying anything, he quickly reached out to touch his lower body. Unfortunately, although fantasies were naive and beautiful, reality was often cruel and unacceptable.
"Damn it! It's wearing!"
He originally thought that if his soul had transmigrated, he might have been able to change into a complete male body. However, it seemed that not only did his soul transmigrate, but he had also brought along his incomplete body.
"Sigh!"
Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but sigh. He got up and looked around. He saw an unfamiliar room with two half-opened windows. The room was simply decorated with a few pine tables and chairs. There were water bottles and cups on them, but the cleanliness was quite clean. The only thing that was a little messy was the bed he had just slept on. Even his coat was neatly folded and placed at the head of the bed.
It was obvious that he had been rescued after losing consciousness, but he did not know where he was.
Lin Pingzhi didn't get up in a hurry. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed and focused his mind. After eliminating all distracting thoughts, he looked into his own body. No matter where he was, he had to confirm his own situation first.
He wouldn't have known if he hadn't checked, but he couldn't help but frown when he checked. He realized that although he didn't have any external injuries, for some reason, 90% of his Primordial Chaos True Qi had disappeared!
Although Lin Pingzhi was famous for his swordsmanship, losing 90% of his power for no reason was really annoying. The only fortunate thing was that the remaining 10% of the Primordial Chaos Genuine Qi was at least several times purer than before. As a result, this 10% of the Primordial Chaos Genuine Qi could unleash at least 30% of its power.
"Even with the help of pills, I'm afraid it'll be difficult for me to fully recover after losing 90% of my power. It's not too late to figure out where I've transmigrated to first and then think of a way to recover my power.”
With that in mind, Lin Pingzhi got out of bed, put on his shoes, and put on his coat. He checked the money bag that he carried with him. It had not been touched by anyone. There was a stack of gold leaves, twenty taels of gold, and thirty taels of silver inside. Not a single cent was missing.
"Looks like the person who saved me here isn't greedy!”
Although he did not carry much money with him, it was not a small amount compared to the average Jianghu person. However, the person who saved him did not use a single cent. It could be seen that his character was not bad.
Other than that, his personal belongings, including the jade bottle that contained 12 Vitality Restoration Pills and nine Vitality Cultivation Pills, were still there. The only thing missing was his sword, Tan Yuan.
"My clothes, money, and other personal belongings are all here, but the Tan Yuan Sword is missing. It should have been taken away by the person who saved me.”
Lin Pingzhi thought to himself as he walked towards the door.
The door was ajar, and through the gap, a faint breeze blew in. It was cool. He stood in front of the door and placed his hand on the door. He was a little nervous, but also a little expectant. He did not know what kind of world he had come to.
After a brief hesitation, Lin Pingzhi exerted force in his hand, but with a creak, he opened the door. In an instant, the bright light from the outside shone in, making him squint his eyes. The warm sunlight fell on his body, giving him a faint warmth.
There was a small courtyard outside the door. There were a few pine and cypress trees, a few bushes of grass, and a few fragrant flowers in the middle, blooming happily. There was a corridor in front of the door that led to the outside of the courtyard. Four feet in front of the door, there were several steps that connected the courtyard and the corridor.
At the corner of the stairs sat a young man who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old. He wore a gray Daoist robe and was currently resting his face on his hands. He sat there in a daze, motionless.
Perhaps the sound of the door opening had startled him, but the little Daoist boy hesitated for a moment and slowly turned his head. When he saw Lin Pingzhi, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and he said,"That's great, Scholar. You're finally awake!”As he spoke, he got up and ran over, looking Lin Pingzhi up and down." You seem to be recovering well. There shouldn't be any side effects. It's not in vain that my Fifth Uncle saved you and brought you up the mountain."”
Fifth Martial Uncle? Come up the mountain?
Lin Pingzhi quickly caught the key words in the fairy tale, then gave a smile that he thought was very warm and asked,"So it was your Fifth Martial Uncle who saved me. I'm Lin Pingzhi. May I ask what's your name? What was this place? What is your Fifth Martial Uncle's name? So that I can thank him in person?"
"This is Mount Wudang. My name is Song Qingshu, and my fifth martial uncle is Zhang Cuishan!”
The little Daoist boy said with a tsundere tone," You want to thank him in person, but I don't think it's possible today because he went to the Hollow Jade Temple to meet the Grand Master. With Master Tai's love for him, he'll probably keep him until very late today."”
Wudang Mountain. It seemed that he had stayed in Wudang Mountain for more than half a year. He had just left the mountain, and he was back now?
When he heard the familiar names "Zhang Cuishan" and "Song Qingshu", how could Lin Pingzhi not understand what kind of world he had transmigrated to? He subconsciously asked,"Little Daoist Brother, you said your name is Song Qingshu, but is your father called Song Yuanqiao?”
"How did you know?"
Song Qingshu replied in surprise, but then he seemed to have thought of something and pretended to understand."I heard from my father that when Fifth Martial Uncle and his wife brought you up the mountain, they had a sword with them. I think you must be someone from the martial world.”
Lin Pingzhi looked at the delicate and pretty little Taoist boy with a faint smile. Who would have thought that he would be jealous of his love in the future, so much so that he accidentally killed his seventh martial uncle and was expelled from Wudang. From then on, he would walk on a path of no return.
However, as the only son of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Wudang Seven Heroes, why would he come here to protect her? Lin Pingzhi was puzzled and asked.
Song Qingshu was still young and simple-minded. Hearing Lin Pingzhi's question, he immediately replied with a face full of bad luck,""Do you think that I wanted to come here because I used too much strength during the martial arts competition with Junior Brother Qinghe and injured him? My father punished me to take care of you and said that I would take care of you until you recovered. You know, you have been unconscious for two days and I haven't practiced martial arts for two days.”
"Hah!"
Hearing this, Lin Pingzhi immediately replied with a chuckle,""I've troubled little brother to take care of me for two days. It's my fault for delaying your martial arts practice. How about this, I teach you a martial art as an apology?”
"What is it? You want to teach me Kung Fu?"
" Since you're from the martial arts world, you should know that the Wudang Sect is one of the six great sects in the world, as famous as Shaolin, Emei, Kunlun, Kongtong, and Huashan. My great master is also the most powerful master in the martial arts world. How can the martial arts you taught me be better than the one my great master passed down?" Song Qingshu asked in surprise.”
Lin Pingzhi didn't answer and only said," The Wudang Sect is a big sect in the world. Your father, Song Yuanqiao, is the leader of the Wudang Seven Heroes. Your great master, Zhang Sanfeng, is the number one expert in the world. The martial arts they taught you are naturally the best in the world. However, the martial arts I want to teach you might not be worse than what they taught you. Do you want to learn it?"”
"Of course I want to learn. Someone wants to teach me Kung Fu, so why shouldn't I learn?”
Song Qingshu muttered unwillingly,""I'd like to see what kind of martial arts you can teach me. How can you say that you're not inferior to the martial arts that our Wudang Sect is afraid of?”
"As expected, he's still a child!"
Seeing this, Lin Pingzhi immediately smiled and said,"Watch closely. How does my martial art compare to the WuTang Sect's ultimate art?”As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and clenched it in the air. The surrounding temperature plummeted, and the air liquefied and gathered in his hand. In an instant, it condensed into a three-foot-long ice sword.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。