My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 58 I have a gentian bright silver gun

After Wang Lin healed the arrow wound in the East Palace, changed his clothes, and begged some food from the East Palace eunuch, he felt that his energy was much better.

There was a faint tingling sensation from the wound, and he knew it was a sign that the wound was slowly healing.

Then Zhao Huan received Wang Lin in his bedroom.Of course, before that, the news of Wang Lin's rescue had already spread to the palace.

Under Zhao Ji's fury, Zhang Li, the deputy commander of the Dianqian Division, led a team of forbidden troops all over the city to hunt down the group of black-clothed killers, but this group of people disappeared from the world as if they had never appeared before.

The young Zhao Huan had slender eyebrows, long eyes and fair complexion. He sat there quietly, staring at Wang Lin who was walking slowly.

As old as himself, he looks weak and gentle, if he hadn't seen him covered in blood before, and heard that he had successfully escaped after being surrounded by a group of mysterious black-clothed killers, Zhao Huan would not have believed that this person was the so-called Tiger Fighter. Hero, Wang Lin, the No. 1 student in Qinghe County, Shandong Province.

"Caomin greets His Highness."

Wang Lin bowed sincerely.

He is a man with clear grievances.

Although Zhao Huan could not be said to have saved his life, he had the virtue of healing after all, right?
Zhao Huan smiled lightly and waved his hands: "There is no need to be polite, Wang Lin, I never thought that you have a body as soft and weak as this palace, but you have good martial arts. Tell me how you beat and killed that A tiger or a tiger?"

Zhao Huan was really curious.

Wang Lin was helpless, so he briefly narrated the ins and outs of the tiger hunting on Jingyang Ridge that day. Zhao Huan was amazed and fascinated by it.

"You are capable of subduing a tiger, which is a testament to your amazing divine power. Can you open my eyes in person?"

Zhao Huan waved his hand, and the four imperial guards, as majestic as tigers and wolves from the Eastern Palace, walked into the palace carrying a stone lock each.

These two stone locks add up to at least two or three hundred catties.

Carved from bluestone, it is brand new and clean. Obviously, it is an object that the imperial guards in the palace do not use in their daily drills. It is purely for display and bluffing.

Wang Lin stepped forward slowly, grasping the stone lock with one hand, then shouted loudly, raised it above his head with both hands, and walked steadily in the hall for more than ten steps before putting it down lightly.

The imperial army gasped when they saw it, Zhao Huan was shocked, Huo Ran got up and looked at Wang Lin frantically.

Wang Lin let out a sigh of relief, feeling that the part injured by the arrow was basically unharmed, and when he raised his arms under such a heavy load, he didn't feel much pain from the wound.

The self-healing ability given by the system father is really amazing.

"Wang Lin, you are indeed born with supernatural powers. No wonder people call you the star of martial arts, and the rebirth of the overlord of Chu. Good!" Zhao Huan applauded and praised, "However, your wound doesn't matter, right?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness, it doesn't matter."

Zhao Huan was very excited at this moment, clapping his hands and said: "No wonder the father thinks highly of you, you are both civil and military, and you will be the pillar of our country in the Song Dynasty in the future!"

"Come here, fetch the long spear that Ben Gong has collected!"

Not long after, two imperial guards walked into the hall carrying a long spear that was one foot three feet seven inches long, with a silver light reflecting on the gun body and carved with dark flowers and dragons.

Zhao Huan said with a smile: "Wang Lin, this spear is called Longdan Liangyin Spear. According to legend, it was used by Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong, the general of the Shu Kingdom during the Three Kingdoms period. This spear is very heavy, and it is difficult for ordinary people to use. I got it by chance last year and have been using it for a long time. Hidden in the palace, it is useless, seeing how brave you are today, I will give you this gun, I hope you can defend our Great Song Dynasty in the future, and fight bravely for the country!"

Wang Lin went to hold the gentian silver gun, and a very friendly feeling arose spontaneously.

This gun may not be the gun used by Zhao Yun of the Three Kingdoms, but it must be a superior weapon made of pure steel after thousands of tempers.

He was overjoyed for a moment, and he shook the spear with ease, made a blow, made a slight gesture, then put down the gun, and bowed to Zhao Huan: "Thank you, Your Highness, for giving me the gun!"

Zhao Huan laughed out loud.

Zhao Huan then gave some property and said a lot of good things. Wang Lin knew that Zhao Huan had the intention of wooing him.

Because Zhao Ji was still waiting in the palace, Zhao Huan didn't dare to keep Wang Lin too much, so he sent the forbidden army and two yellow gates to send Wang Lin into the palace.

On the way, the smile on Wang Lin's face gradually disappeared.

Being able to use so many masters of the rivers and lakes to assassinate oneself is obviously not something that ordinary people can do.

So, is it Gao Qi or Pan Ming?

Wang Lin weighed repeatedly in his mind, but there was no result, so he simply stopped thinking about it for now.

……

Yanfu Palace.

Royal study.

The officials of the Song Dynasty finally saw Wang Lin, and seeing that Wang Lin seemed to be unharmed, Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Wang Lin, I have ordered a strict investigation into the matter of the assassin today, and I will definitely find out the truth and bring the assassin to justice." in law."

Wang Linmo said: "Thank you, the official."

He knew in his heart that expecting Zhao Ji to arrange someone to catch the assassin was purely a dream.Basic experience told him that since this group of men in black are so unscrupulous, it means they must have nothing to fear. At this time, they may have escaped from Tokyo City long ago, and they are catching a fart.

While talking, Zhao Ji unfolded the picture of Wang Lin's modern beauty that he got from Li Shishi, and said seriously: "Wang Lin, is this picture made by you?"

Wang Lin heaved a sigh of relief and nodded. He had already guessed why Zhao Ji was so eager to find him to enter the palace.

Zhao Ji's eyes flickered, and he slapped the imperial book case suddenly: "Come on, come and write a picture for me, just write whatever you want!"

Wang Lin was not hypocritical, he raised his head and glanced at the "Zong Fang Yi Cui E Poetry Notes" hanging in Zhao Ji's study room, and after a moment of concentration, he activated "Dan Qing" to pick up the pen and write.

Zhao Ji stood behind him and watched quietly. The more he watched, the more frightened he became. When Wang Lin finished writing the last word and put down his pen, all his mind was immersed in it.

Zhao Ji repeatedly weighed and compared, and felt that there was no difference between the words, and this handwriting was exactly the same as the post he personally wrote.

His complexion gradually became ecstatic, and he said excitedly: "Wang Lin, how long have you been practicing my thin golden body?"

Wang Lin smiled: "Back to the official house, I accidentally saw a picture of the official house a few years ago. I was shocked and imitated it every day... But I always feel that it looks a bit similar, but It still lacks some of the momentum and charm unique to officials."

Zhao Ji advocated calligraphy and painting, and often used books to make friends, and often gave calligraphy and painting to ministers, so his calligraphy and painting works were widely spread all over the world, and of course there were more imitators.

There is no loophole in his explanation like this.

What's more, Zhao Ji's heart was filled with honey-filled joy when he heard Wang Lin's extremely brilliant flattery, but he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Zhao Ji laughed loudly: "Wang Lin, I really liked Huang Tingjian's calligraphy back then. He showed his kung fu with big strokes, big strokes, and long brushes. The horizontal strokes he wrote were uneven, and the vertical strokes were not straight. It is often matched with obedient or corresponding skewed shapes, which is contrary to the flat and rigid structure of the predecessors, which looks elegant and unrestrained, magnificent and ups and downs."

"Huang Shu is like a person with a foothold in the arms, sitting on a high cart and four horses, and holding the pincers up and down, everything is not unsatisfactory."

"I just imitated it. But after a year or two, I suddenly felt that Huang Shu was majestic, but lacked a sense of bearing. So, I simply created a school of my own, creating this thin gold body, which pays attention to both form and spirit, form and meaning. Hey. Your characters already have the true meaning of the thin golden body, but as you said, it seems to be similar, but lacks a kind of momentum and charm."

After speaking, Zhao Ji took another piece of paper and wrote five words on the paper: No.1 in the world.

　This episode is an indispensable transition, mainly pointing out the self-healing ability of the system from the side, and reiterating that injuries will reduce health.In addition, the similarity of calligraphy is also a foreshadowing for a very important plot in the future.Please let everyone know, and ask for follow-up and various supports!
　　
　
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