There were more than a dozen people eating in the dining room.

Except for those who have something to go out and those who can’t leave, everyone in the East Gate is here.

There was a large table of food, including meat, vegetables, and egg soup. Lin Zhanqing was just swallowing it. Looking at the East Gate, everyone was a little curious and envious of Lin Zhanqing's appetite.

Zhang An looked at Lin Zhanqing with a good appetite and asked excitedly:

"Brother Lin, is the food delicious?"

Lin Zhanqing was only concerned about eating, and couldn't speak at all. He replied in a vague way.

"Um!"

Lin Zhanqing looked at the east gate before he even put the chopsticks on his mouth and swallowed the food in his mouth:

"You guys eat too."

Only then did the people in the east gate remember to put down their chopsticks. It seemed that because of Lin Zhanqing's arrival, everyone had a surprisingly good appetite. The large table of food was eaten completely.

After dinner, Zhang An pulled Lin Zhanqing to visit various parts of Fujiao Mountain.

Zhang An's eyes were full of admiration and gratitude, and thanked Lin Zhanqing:

"Brother Lin, we Wangdongmen was bullied by the Tiger Sword Sect for ten years and finally breathed a sigh of relief!"

Lin Zhanqing didn't feel that he had done something worthy of Zhang An's gratitude. He just waved his hand and didn't mean that. Without waiting for Zhang An to refute, he asked:

"Why are Wangdongmen and Hudaomen like this? In the area of ​​Fujiaoshan, you two are one of the best sects."

Zhang An's eyes, which were originally full of spirit, suddenly dimmed, and sighed deeply and said:

"well!"

Zhang An looked tired. It was completely inconsistent with his age when he was fifteen or sixteen years old and was about to be lively and youthful.

The conflict between Wangdongmen and the Hudiao Sect has been around for ten years.

Although the two families had some friction from time to time, they could be considered harmonious. But ten years ago, several local small sects sent some chaos. Wangdongmen and Hutoumen, as authorities hundreds of miles away, were inevitably involved.

But unexpectedly, the Hu Daomen Sect had long planned to be less and less powerful in the martial arts of Wangdong Gate, and did not want to be on par with Wangdong Gate anymore.

Taking advantage of this matter, he provoked Wangdongmen several times. After several competitions, Wangdongmen was killed by Hudaomen.

At that time, the old head of Wangdongmen could only go to the head of the Hudao Sect to ask for an explanation at the age of 70. The two of them refused to give in to each other and fought.

The head of the Hu Dao Sect is young, while the old head of the Wangdong Sect is already old. He has failed to achieve martial arts and is killed with one knife.

The old leader's eldest disciple, Han Yuan Jian Zhou Ren, rushed to the throne and took over Wangdong Gate.

It took a lot of effort to calm the matter down.

But from then on, Wangdongmen no longer had the style of the past. He could only honestly offer filial piety to Hudaomen every month.

Lin Zhanqing let everyone in Wangdongmen see different possibilities.

Attached to Jiaoshan martial arts training ground, looking at the head of the East Gate. Han Yuan Jian Zhou Ren stood up straight. He was in his thirties and a medium figure. However, his face was sallow and tired. It was completely inconsistent with his age.

Lin Zhanqing stood next to Zhou Ren.

The five disciples in front of the two stood here, standing straight like the head Zhou Ren.

Zhou Ren looked at the five people with a satisfied look. He turned to Lin Zhanqing and said:

"Shaoxia Lin, these are the five disciples with the best martial arts skills in Wangdongmen. Let them practice the Yuanjian immediately, please give me advice from Brother Lin."

After Zhou Ren finished speaking, he solemnly bowed to Lin Zhanqing.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhou."

Lin Zhanqing's words were brief and he also gave up.

After receiving Lin Zhanqing's promise, Zhou Ren turned around and said:

"You guys start!"

The five people standing in front bowed and said in unison:

"yes!"

The five people began to practice one by one.

The five people practiced and Zhou Ren introduced them.

"There are eighteen styles of the Huiyuan Sword, which are the core of strengthening the foundation and cultivating the Yuan. All moves are based on internal strength and cultivation as the core of application."

"According to the information left by the sect, Wangdongmen was also a famous sect in the Central Plains revived more than a hundred years ago. It was not called Wangdongmen at that time. Wangdongmen only got up after moving to this Fujiao Mountain."

Lin Zhanqing watched the five people practiced, while listening to Zhou Ren's explanation carefully. He nodded from time to time.

The eighteenth stance of the Huiyuan Sword is not complicated. After a while, the five people have finished practicing.

Zhou Ren looked at Lin Zhanqing urgently. However, Lin Zhanqing stood there without saying a word. He lowered his head slightly and kept thinking.

Seeing this, Zhou Ren was not anxious but happy. After waiting quietly for a while, he still kept thinking about Lin Zhanqing. Zhou Ren said:

"Brother Lin, don't worry. This time, the mystery of Yuan Jian is difficult to think about. Brother Lin will go back today and have a good time in the past two days. Whatever you need is to say, I will look forward to the twenty-eight people from the east gate, thank Brother Lin first!"

After Zhou Ren finished speaking, he bowed with his hands almost ninety degrees.

Lin Zhanqing was still immersed in his moves against the Huiyuan Sword. After he came back to his senses, Zhou Ren had already finished paying homage.

Lin Zhanqing quickly exchanged a few polite greetings.

...

Tiger Knife Gate, Flying Tiger Hall.

Wu Biao, the head of the Tiger Knife Sect, is just 40 years old this year. The Tiger Knife Sect is the master of swordsmanship, the White Tiger Lianxue Sword. The power in his hands is far greater than that of the previous generation of Tiger Knife Sect.

Wu Biao's talent is already considered excellent in this southwestern border.

Wu Biao is sitting upright in Feihu Hall at this moment, with a big banner hanging on the wall behind him, and there is only a big character on the banner, Tiger!

In front of Wu Biao, a man dressed in a scholar in his forties was reporting to Wu Biao.

"The leader of the sect has investigated. No one has ever seen that kid. Wangdongmen and that kid are not like acquaintances. It is probably just a coincidence that they happened to be here to support Wangdongmen."

Wu Biao sat with a wooden chair in his hand and bowed his body. His tone was dull and said:

"As soon as you take action, you hurt our three people in the Tiger Sword Sect. And these three people didn't even have room to fight back. However, the boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, who is so good at martial arts, must be from a big family. In this case, you must be dealt with carefully."

"The head of the sect is thoughtful. Please ask the head of the sect, what should we do?"

"What do you say?"

"Since we are not here to support Wangdongmen, there is no need for us to regard it as an enemy. As the saying goes, it is better to have more friends than to have more enemies."

"What if that kid refuses to be a friend of our Tiger Sword Sect?"

"It's just a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. No matter what, he can't stay here for a few days. Once he leaves, we can let go."

"Hahaha."

Wu Biao, the head of the Tiger Knife Sect, chuckled.

...

The next morning, a bun shop was found in the market of Jiaozhen.

"Boss, a basket of meat buns, a bowl of egg soup."

"Okay."

Lin Zhanqing went down the mountain early in the morning and wandered around Fujiao Town. He happened to see a bun shop where he ate two buns.

After a while, all the buns and egg soup were added.

The bun shop has good skills. Lin Zhanqing holds the bun in his left hand and the spoon in his right hand, and eats with relish.

At this time, a man, in his forties, dressed up as a scholar and sat down next to a table in Lin Zhanqing.

Seeing this, Lin Zhanqing took a look and said nothing.

"Lao Zhang, come a basket of meat buns and a bowl of egg soup."

The scholar also ordered a basket of buns and a bowl of egg soup. He looked very familiar with the owner of the bun shop.

"Okay, Mr. Du, I haven't seen you some days."

The owner of the bun shop greeted the scholar enthusiastically and called him Mr. Du.

"There are a lot of things happening in the Tiger Knife Sect, and you can't get out of it easily."

"Yes, Mr. Du has to worry about everything from the tiger sword door."

"By the way, this guy's account will be settled into my account."

Although Lin Zhanqing kept eating buns and drinking soup, he kept listening carefully. When he heard that the scholar was from the Hudao Sect, Lin Zhanqing felt a little confused and wary. When he heard that he wanted to pay for himself, Lin Zhanqing had no hesitation anymore. No matter what, he was always here for him.

Lin Zhanqing just ate buns and drank soup without saying a word. He didn't even look at the scholar next to him.

The scholar wanted to speak several times, but he didn't find any gaps in Lin Zhanqing eating buns and drinking soup.

After a while, the buns and egg soup had been cleaned up by Lin Zhanqing. Lin Zhanqing stood up and patted his butt and was about to leave.
To be continued...