Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

In Lin Ping's previous life in the Celestial Realm, many people read what the hero Jin described.

Everyone seemed to think that the identity of this ancient chivalrous man was, in the eyes of the imperial court, nothing more than a group of thugs who used violence to bring trouble to the world. They were of low status and could not stand on the stage.

Of course, Lin Pingzhi cannot guarantee whether this kind of social form will actually appear in other worlds in the boundless sea of ​​chaos.

But, what he can guarantee is this.

In the Ming Dynasty, where he had personally lived for more than ten years, after comprehensively analyzing the information he had seen and heard from all aspects, he came to the conclusion that the status of martial arts knights in this world is not low!

In fact, when you think about it, it's true that internal warriors are just weakened versions of orthodox immortal cultivators.

But no matter what, he is still an extraordinary person who is above ordinary people!

In this Ming Dynasty, where muskets were not yet advanced and were not widely popularized, even a third-rate internal force warrior would be able to defeat a hundred enemies as long as he occupies a favorable terrain!

A top third-rate warrior, such as Lin Pingzhi's father, is enough to support a huge foundation like Fuwei Escort Agency.

Moreover, the officials, businessmen, and gentry in Fuzhou City all believed that this was a matter of course, and there was not much dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction in the past ten years.

It can be seen from this that the status of internal force warriors in this era in the world is absolutely extraordinary.

Of course, although the martial world where chivalrous men and women rule and the secular world where officials and gentry rule have many intersections in daily life, in Lin Pingzhi's view, they are still like two parallel lines and do not interfere with each other in most cases.

, together constitute this real ancient Ming Dynasty.

For example, Lin Pingzhi knew some of the current default rules of the Ming Dynasty.

For example, as long as you join a gang, a sect or other Jianghu forces, then even if your whole family is killed in a fight, it will only be regarded as a grudge between Jianghu and Jianghu. The local government will at most help you collect your body and will not pursue the murderer at all.

If you want to retire from the world, you must either hold a public "washing hands in a golden basin" ceremony, or you can go through the imperial examination route in a serious way like Lin Pingzhi, and obtain the honors and official status.

It is precisely because Lin Pingzhi is a direct descendant of the largest martial arts force in Fuzhou City, the prefect Lin Changde and other Ming Dynasty officials, that they have a certain understanding of the name Lin Pingzhi.

As orthodox bureaucrats who were in charge of a place on behalf of the imperial court, they themselves had certain responsibilities for monitoring the martial arts forces within their jurisdiction, so it was not surprising that Lin Changde could identify Lin Pingzhi.

Of course, although the prefect had guessed Lin Pingzhi's true identity, the young man's actions still made him a little surprised.

Because, few martial arts people who have been in the martial arts world for a long time are willing to step into the secular world.

There is no other reason, because there is no lack of status or money. For example, which one of the Five Mountains Sword Sect does not occupy a large amount of land on the mountain tops?

Moreover, as long as the martial arts people do not massacre ordinary people, then the Ming Dynasty's royal laws have no control over them, and their daily lives are still unrestricted. Even if they claim to be the king of heaven, I will not care whether you have violated a taboo.

After living this way for too long, who is still willing to accept so many constraints and rules in secular society?

According to the information obtained by Lin Changde, the prefect of Fuzhou, through the channels of the imperial court, the only person who really wanted to withdraw from the world in the past ten years and was preparing for the golden basin hand-washing ceremony was Liu Zhengfeng, a former elder of the Hengshan Sect.

According to his further knowledge, the top bosses of the eunuch party are now planning to directly use the emperor's edict to bypass the cabinet and use a third-rank military officer to win over the first-rate swordsman.

In the imperial court, the civil servants of his faction were rumored to want to contact the Songshan faction and ask them to disrupt this "wash hands in a golden basin" drama.

Last but not least, Liu Zhengfeng, who has first-class skills, must accept this decree himself, and he must not add another general with superior force to the power of the eunuch.

"Brother Changde guessed it right, it's that young man!"

Gu Dazhang gently stroked his long gray beard with his right hand and looked towards the banquet area of ​​Guangfu Academy on the lower left.

Lin Changde, the prefect of Fuzhou, followed his friend's gaze and suddenly felt his eyes light up, and he couldn't help but praise him.

"Oh? What a handsome young man!"

What I have to say is that Lin Pingzhi's good looks can make almost anyone who is not hostile feel favorable to him at first sight.

For example, at the current poetry meeting, in the area where ladies and ladies are separated by bamboo curtains from the young scholars, from the moment Lin Pingzhi entered the poetry meeting, more than half of the exquisite and beautiful eyes have been paying attention to this young man.

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If it were not for the bamboo curtain, Lin Pingzhi might really have become the target of the young scholars at the Poetry Society because he was too handsome and liked by women, so as to satisfy others' desire to show off in front of them and pretend to be cool.

Not to mention far away.

Now Lin Pingzhi didn't know that the two big guys on the stage were paying attention to him. He and the three classmates around him were appreciating the poems that were being praised from time to time and eating the dishes on the banquet table. They looked very happy.

Comfortable.

Time passed by, and as dusk gradually came, most of the scholars had finished publicizing their masterpieces.

Even the three classmates and friends who came with Lin Pingzhi, Wang Dongping, He Zengguang, and Xue Delin, who were taking advantage of Lin Pingzhi's college entrance examination results, proudly took out the poems they had bought at a large price and presented them to the people around them.

The scholars showed off in a circle.

Although their scores in the college entrance examination at Guangfu Academy were below average, after all, they had been nurtured for several years in that kind of humanistic environment, and they still had the basic aesthetics.

The poems they spent a lot of money to buy may not be top-notch, but the quality among the many poems produced in the poetry meeting can be said to be top-notch, allowing these three people to finally shine.

It’s not a waste of time to come to the poetry party.

After they had boasted with a group of scholars and scholars, they returned to Lin Pingzhi.

I happened to see Lin Pingzhi standing next to the banquet table, in front of the desk specially used for literati to write poems on the spot, and just put down the langhao pen in his hand.

"Brother Ping, please let Brother Wei and others take a look at your masterpiece!"

After seeing this, a classmate named Wang Dongping hurriedly walked over, shouting as he walked, while He Zengguang and Xue Delin behind him also quickened their pace and came to the desk.

After spending several months together with Lin Pingzhi, they knew that this little brother was different from the parallel imports like them. He was a truly talented person with real talent. They couldn't wait to appreciate their friend's masterpiece.

"Stay firm on the green hills and don't let go; your roots are still in the broken rocks."

"Still strong after a thousand hardships, no matter how strong the wind is from east to west, north or south."

When two lines of regular script verses, which were straight and powerful, came into view of the three of them from the desk where Lin Pingzhi put down his pen.

They only felt as if they had really seen a bitter bamboo standing among the rock cracks in the mountains. It remained standing despite the wind and rain coming from the southeast and northwest.

The strong emotion that overflowed from the spiritual senses that rushed towards the face made the three people who were the first to watch Lin Pingzhi's masterpiece couldn't help but say hello loudly.

“What a poem!”

"What a beautiful poem!"

The three of them praised in unison, which soon attracted the attention of other literati around them.

At the Guangfu Poetry Festival, it is not uncommon to see such loud applause, but it is also a rare occurrence. After all, most literati in ancient times were relatively reserved.

However, once someone can’t help but praise it loudly, it’s probably because a masterpiece has really come out.

After all, in a high-quality ancient cultural event like the Guangfu Poetry Society, those disgusting things that are sensationalizing in modern society rarely happen.

For a time, almost all the scholars sitting around Lin Pingzhi walked towards the desk where Lin Pingzhi wrote poems, eager to appreciate the poems written by Lin Pingzhi...