Xu Ning sighed deliberately and said, "This is just a magic sword technique that I simulated with my own martial arts. Many tricks of using my strength are all slightest. If it is a real magic sword technique, it is ten times more powerful than the trick I simulate. Unfortunately, your cousin has not learned it, but this time we can't see the real magic sword technique."

Wang Jiajun and Wang Jiaju looked at each other and felt that each other's breathing was getting heavy. Xu Ning could not see it. The two brothers were already greedy for the evil-proof sword technique?

Xu Ning didn't tell the matter, but made an excuse, left the Wang brothers, and walked around the escort agency, but saw Lin Pingzhi in a secluded yard, slashing a big tree with his sword fiercely venting his anger. He was obviously very dissatisfied with his performance just now.

Xu Ning coughed and walked over. Lin Pingzhi asked with a ugly face: "Young Master Ning also thinks that my sword skills are not as good as the weather?"

Xu Ning smiled slightly and said, "The sword technique of the Golden Sword Sect has been passed down for a long time and has been tempered for thousands of times. The Fuwei Escort Agency has only been passed down for three generations. It is slightly inferior in swordsmanship, which is also common sense."

Lin Pingzhi, who was influenced by his father Lin Zhennan since childhood, never regarded family martial arts as the world's unique skills. He only thought that this swordsmanship was not bad. At this time, he was fooled by Xu Ning, and immediately became active and couldn't help but say, "If I had excellent swordsmanship to learn, the winner today might not be the two brothers."

Lin Pingzhi was so angry that even his cousin was too lazy to scream.

Xu Ning smiled brightly and said, "I have a close relationship with Linghu Chong, the second senior brother of Huashan Sect. If Mr. Lin wants to learn the best swordsmanship, I can help recommend it!"

Lin Pingzhi also heard his father talk about the martial arts sect in the world. Of course, he knew how prominent the Huashan sect was. Wen Yan couldn't help but be overjoyed and asked quickly: "Brother Ning can you really help me introduce the young hero Linghu Chong of the Huashan sect?"

Xu Ning naturally patted his chest and made a promise. Lin Pingzhi was also an impatient person, so he immediately pulled Xu Ning to meet his parents.

At this time, the reception banquet had long since ended. Mrs. Lin was talking to her second brother. Lin Zhennan was resting in the study. Seeing Lin Pingzhi pulling Xu Ning in, she couldn't help but sink and shouted: "How many times do you teach you, you must be calm when doing things. Look at you so impatient, but you have not forgotten your teaching for your father? Is it a joke for Young Master Ning?"

Lin Pingzhi scolded his father, who ignored him, and said, "My son wants to go to the Huashan School to learn art, but I hope his father can fulfill it?"

Lin Zhennan was stunned for a while and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was an old man. How could he not take his own skills seriously? He wanted to make friends with Qingcheng Sect for a long time, but after giving gifts several times, he didn't even see Songfengguan's gate opening toward any other side. The Huashan Sect is more famous than the Qingcheng Sect, and he didn't even dare to give gifts. He knew that he could not even reach the top.

Lin Pingzhi said he wanted to become a disciple of the Huashan Sect, but Lin Zhennan didn't know how to persuade him. Could it be that he told his son: The Huashan Sect's famous and upright sects look down on us, and they will not accept you as their disciples?

Lin Pingzhi was afraid that his father would not agree, so he quickly pushed Xu Ning out and said, "This brother Ning recognizes Linghu Chong, the second disciple of Huashan Sect, and says he can help me introduce him."

Xu Ning turned his back to Lin Pingzhi, and made a bitter smile on his face, with a little reluctant feeling. This subtle expression fell into Lin Zhennan's eyes and was naturally interpreted as if he had a general friendship with Linghu Chong. When he mentioned it occasionally, his son took it seriously, and this young man named Ning was also quite troubled.

Lin Zhennan realized the joints and did not make things difficult for Xu Ning. He said warmly: "Although the martial arts passed down by our family are not as good as the first-class martial arts in the world, they are also enough to make a living. If you go to the Huashan School to learn skills, you don't know how much hardship you have to endure, and you can't always get your parents..."

Lin Pingzhi could no longer bear it, his eyes turned red, and he said, "My son competed with his two cousins, but he couldn't even take ten moves. Isn't it a sign of death if he took over the escort agency with such a skill? I have decided to go to the Huashan Sect to become a disciple and learn great martial arts, so as to carry forward our escort agency."

Lin Zhennan advised him a few times, and immediately felt a headache. Xu Ning suddenly interrupted from the side: "Brother Lin Ping will always take over your escort agency in the future. Why don't the chief escort let the young escort go to the world for a while, so as to accumulate some experience. I have a good relationship with Linghu Chong of the Huashan Sect. Even if I can't become a disciple, I can make another friend."

Xu Ning said tactfully. Lin Zhennan couldn't help but nodded slightly when he heard this, thinking to himself: "This young man named Ning has a close relationship with the Wang brothers. He should be a reliable person. He said that he knew Linghu Chong, and he knew that he could not recommend Pingzhi to become a disciple with this, but if he could really make friends with Linghu Chong from the Huashan Sect based on the thread of the young man named Ning, it would be considered a great good thing."

Lin Zhennan thought a little, then nodded, and said, "Since that's the case, it's okay to let you go to Huashan. I'll prepare a few more gifts, so you can go to the mountain with Brother Ning. Even if you can't become a disciple, you can accumulate some friendship and use it when you go to the escort in the future."

Lin Pingzhi was so happy that his father let go that he immediately pulled Xu Ning to leave. Lin Zhennan had to shout him back and said helplessly: "Even if you want to become a disciple, you have to wait for your second uncle to leave. Your second uncle came here from afar. Can you run to Huashan without saying a few words?"

Although Lin Pingzhi was unwilling to do so, he knew that he didn't care about the elders who came to visit and went straight to the far door. It was indeed unqualified and could only bow his head and feel a little unhappy.

Xu Ning laughed in his heart and helped Lin Zhennan persuade Lin Pingzhi a few words. Lin Zhennan also felt that this young man surnamed Ning was quite steady and wanted his son to make such a good friend. After saying a few words to Lin Pingzhi, he asked him to treat Xu Ning well and gave his son dozens of taels of silver to make it easier for the two to fry when they went out to play.

Xu Ning stayed at the Lin family that night. He originally planned to have nothing to do all night, but when he woke up the next morning, he saw the Wang brothers a little sneaky. When he saw him, he smiled. No matter what Xu Ning asked, they didn't say anything, which made Xu Ning quite strange.

Then for a few days, the Wang brothers hid from him everywhere, but Lin Pingzhi often came to him to play.
Chapter completed!