I’m Really Not an Invincible Master

Bai Lin shocked the entire palace.

All those present admire it.

"Marshal Bai, you are a literary talent, and you are so old-fashioned!"

"Unexpectedly, Marshal Bai has such a literary talent, I admire him."

Lord Zhuge on the side was stupid.

He thought he was strong enough, but he was so unbearable in front of Bai Lin.

The gap is like a sky and an underground.

"Is this the legendary genius?"

"Perhaps he wrote a poem about snow before?"

Now Master Zhuge can only deceive himself, but even if he writes it in advance, given him ten years, or even a lifetime, he can't write such a verse.

The highest level of deception is to deceive oneself.

Master Zhuge's current situation at this time is like this.

"Good literary talent!"

Emperor Taiwu stood up and applauded, and hundreds of civil and military officials followed.

"Unexpectedly, Marshal Bai has such outstanding literary talents, and he is also very talented in fighting, so I can safely hand over the army to you."

"It's getting late, retreat."

...

When Bai Lin left the city, Emperor Taiwu personally sent him off.

"Waiting for the day of triumph, is the time when I give the marriage."

"I am optimistic about you!"

Emperor Taiwu patted Bai Lin on the shoulder, and then the army marched toward the distance with great strength, and soon disappeared from the sight of everyone.

No one knows what the final result will be.

Believe that Bai Lin can hold Yuncheng and protect half of the Taiwu Shengguo.

...

A few days later, the mountain was covered by heavy snow.

As soon as winter entered, there was a particularly heavy snowfall.

In winter, the mountains are covered by heavy snow, which is not suitable for marching and fighting.

So there are opportunities for recuperation and training for about four months.

Overnight in Yuncheng, there were more than 100,000 defenders, and the pressure on the Wang Taishou doubled.

However, he is not tired of this, the greater the pressure, the greater the full strength, and the Wang Taishou is responsible for the daily life of the 100,000 army.

And Bai Lin is only responsible for training.

Moreover, Bai Lin has the Great Return Pill in his hands, so there is no problem in training soldiers with high combat effectiveness.

But Bai Lin didn't want to reveal the secret of Da Huan Dan for the time being.

...

On this day, Patriarch Xiahou personally visited the Wangu Sect.

This made Bai Lin very surprised.

"Why is Patriarch Xiahou here? What is he doing?"

"It is said to be watching granddaughter."

Although Yue'er is said to be the jewel in the palm of Xiahou's Patriarch, a letter can make Yue'er go back, so why visit him in person.

So Bai Lin was thinking that Patriarch Xiahou’s visit this time was not as simple as the granddaughter on the surface.

Mountain gate.

Bai Lin arched his hands and said, "Patriarch Xiahou, have we met again?"

Xia Houdan didn't have any expression, and said coldly: "The head, the old man came here to see his granddaughter. You know, the old man loves my granddaughter very much. I haven't seen him for a few days and even missed it."

From his expression, Bai Lin had a bad feeling.

"Where is Satsuki?"

Bai Lin faintly smelled a conspiracy.

"Junior Sister, he went out in the morning, and he left in a hurry. Maybe something went out?"

"out?"

Patriarch Xiahou couldn't help frowning: "Is it such a coincidence?"

The person behind said: "Patriarch, wouldn't it be hidden by them?"

"Ok?"

Speaking of this, Patriarch Xiahou's face was even more ugly.

But Bai Lin was surprised.

"What exactly is going on?"

Immediately, Xia Houdan took out a letter from his arms, threw it directly to Bai Lin, and said, "Look at this letter!"

"Oh?" Bai Lin took the letter, opened it, and read it again.

This letter should have been written by Xia Houyue, and the content was nothing more than a kind of words about how Bai Lin was so frivolous and what he thought of her.

"Head, finished reading? Give the old man an explanation?" Xia Houdan said.

"Explanation? This seat explains it? I don't need to explain anything that is imaginary," Bai Lin shook his head and said.

It's true that Bai Lin hasn't done anything, there is nothing to explain.

Bai Lin needs no explanation at all.

Right now this must have been deliberately framed by someone, so who is not yet known.

"White head, one person does things, one person does things, and one person is responsible. Why don't you dare to admit it? If the head likes the little girl, it is possible to betroth the little girl to the head with the strength and literary talent of the head."

Patriarch Xiahou said with a gloomy face, his tone getting worse and worse.

"Oh?"

Bai Lin's momentum is unabated.

Facing the Xiahou Patriarch, there was no fear at all, although he knew that there was still a big gap between the Wangu Sect and the Xiahou Family.

But Bai Lin has never been afraid.

"Patriarch, what are you doing so politely to him? You dare to treat Xiaoyue like this, just peel off his skin, you don't need to talk to him about the rules of the world, you are a villain, you just admit it, this letter belongs to Xiaoyue Handwriting, now that the evidence is solid, what else can you deny?"

People on the side began to add fuel and vinegar.

Suddenly Bai Lin figured it out.

"So that's it!"

"Is this Yue'er's handwriting? You know better than me. Someone must have copied it, right?"

"And as soon as the front foot Yue'er left, Patriarch Xiahou, you came."

"Is there such a coincidence in this world?"

"Patriarch Xiahou, don't you have any doubts?"

"If you want to do something to Yue'er, she still has a chance to write to you?"

"Patriarch Xiahou?"

Bai Lin only said halfway, and shook her head at him, as if there was a slight abuse in her eyes.

He didn't believe in the dignified Patriarch Xiahou, he couldn't even see this scam.

But I have to say that the person who framed him was quite ruthless.

Using a series of tricks, send the letter in front, and then call Yue'er away, as long as the Patriarch Xiahou is here, Bai Lin can be killed on impulse.

And if Yue'er was not there, Patriarch Xiahou would definitely think Bai Lin had hidden it.

This serial plan works well.

It's just that Bai Lin can't think of who did it for the time being?

Wang Taishou? Unlikely, right? According to his IQ, he would only use individuals, so he couldn't think of such a careful plan.

Suddenly a figure appeared in his white mind.

That is Lin Beichen.

"White Sovereign, what do you mean by this?"

"It's very simple. This letter should be a breakthrough, as long as you know the source of this letter."

Patriarch Xiahou was puzzled.

"It's actually very simple!"

"From the ink and paper, there are some small details that can be known."

"Oh?"

Patriarch Xiahou became more strange as he listened.

"Look at this paper, we all use high-quality paper in the Eternal School, and never use such cheap papyrus."

"Secondly, there is a faint scent on this ink. I think people who use ink should be very particular about it."

"Among the eternal sects, we are all crude people. They don't care about these things at all, and they rarely write and don't find ink for a long time."

"Looking at this paper, I remember that the master who usually uses a few sheets uses such thick paper."

"So Patriarch Xiahou, go back and ask your husband who is in charge of the accounts, and if you use a little trick, you may know the hidden secrets."

Bai Lin seemed to be an understatement.

However, Patriarch Xiahou and several elders were shocked.

So many things can be thought of just from the top of a piece of paper.

This is too amazing, right?

What kind of thinking ability is this?