Practice starts with skill points

"Master Liu, this is the bundle of our brothers."

Zhong Lin led the little stone to salute the Liu Muzi in front of him.

The purpose of making money is to recognize the words, and the words are for martial arts. The order cannot be changed. So after eating breakfast this morning, the two came to the south of the city to learn the words.

Master Liu is a middle -aged man in his forties. He is thin, has no meat on his cheeks, and has a very delicate beard at his chin. He is wearing a cyan gown, and his scroll is unable to bear respect.

Master Liu glanced at the silver and pork on the table, and nodded: "So old still admire the sage's way, yes, can you bring it?"

"Bring it."

"Very good, sit down!"

"yes."

Zhong Lin pulled Xiaoshi into the classroom consciously, and then sat at the end of the classroom desk.

This classroom was transformed by Liu Yangzi's home, placed tables and chairs, three vertical and six, and it was just eighteen people.

As soon as the two brothers Zhonglin came in, they immediately attracted the eyes of everyone in the room, and it was a series of laughter.

Most of these words are young children, and the biggest is only 8 or nine years old. How can there be a child's enlightenment like Zhong Lin, who is fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Cough!"

With a loud cough, the heads of the small radish in the classroom were scared to sit in danger and not squint.

"Below below, I read a sentence."

"Yes, Master."

"The star and the moon, the rail is flying ..."

"Sky Sun and Moon ..."

Liu Yangzi's teaching mode is simple, that is, first, how to write, and finally explain the meaning of the word.

Simply put, it is to memorize death.

It is naturally painful for those young children, but it is full of joy for Zhong Lin. What he lacks now is the text of the system to learn this world.

I learned ten words in the morning, and then I started writing, drawing one by one.

"system."

The light flashed, and the translucent system panel appeared in front of the eyes.

Host: Zhonglin

Skills: Bow (full level), flying locust stone (full level), stereo painting (full level), calligraphy (primary)

Skills point: ∞

Looking at the "calligraphy" on the system panel, the two bell Lin Lin didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"The characters have not been fully recognized yet. First, the calligraphy is made.

The thoughts added the calligraphy to the full level. With the trembling of the sea, countless memories came into my heart. At this time, when watching the books in my hands, although the words still did not know, Zhong Lin knew how to write how to write It can make them more elegant and beautiful.

At noon, as Liu Yangzi got out of class, all the students were like off -the -class wild dogs and rushed out of the classroom.

Zhong Lin also bowed with a small stone, and then stepped back to the sweet water lane.

I bought an old goose when I was passing by the East City, and went home to stew.

The oil and water of Zhonglin have never broken these hours, and they have finally begun to grow meat. They are no longer as thin as a bamboo pole as before.

As soon as I walked into the sweet water alley, I met the neighbor of picking the water and the blessing of the little stone. The people in the entire alley now know the two brothers.

"Da Linzi, what did you go to this morning?

Zhong Lin pretended to be doubtful: "Jiang Xunzi, what happened? I took the little stone to Liu Yangzi's house in the morning and built it. How could the people in the gate find me?"

"Hi! Don't be afraid, just inquiries in a routine inquiry. Last night, it was said that he died three. The daughter -in -law on the face is really not a thing. "

When Jiang Xunzi was in his forties, he lived next to the Zhonglin family. When he talked about it, he even told Zhong Lin about how Qin Yong's daughter -in -law was killed on the table. He also talked about it. The chest was bitten, and the lower body was even more ...

The description seemed to be immersive, and he heard Zhong Lin stunned, and even wondered if he left again yesterday after he left.

Zhong Lin: "..."

"Jiang Xunzi, did the murderer find it?"

"Find a fart, and it rained with such a heavy rain last night. You find time in the afternoon, I told them that you went out to buy things. "Jiang Xunzi said.

"Thank you Jiang Xunzi."

"Da Linzi, what did you think about what I told you the day before yesterday? The girl next to my aunt looks really good. mom……"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Then, Jiang Xunzi, I suddenly remembered that my clothes were confiscated yet, next time, talk next time."

After speaking, he returned home with a small stone and escaped. When he entered the door, he still looked like a thief.

"Brother Er, I think Jiang Xunzi is good, or you're just!"

Little stone laughed.

Oh!

Zhong Lin knocked on the head of the little stone: "Do you dare to laugh at your second brother? Go, write the words that Liu Yangzi handed in ten times."

"oh!"

After lunch, Zhong Lin walked towards the yamen gate with a normal look.

Just as Aunt Jiang said, yesterday's heavy rain left no traces. With the ancient identification technology, it would be harder than climbing to the sky to identify himself from the residents of the entire Heishan County. What is there to be afraid of?

"What are you doing?"

Zhong Lin stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Sir, I am a resident of Tianshui Lane, named Zhong Lin. When the yamen came to question me today, I was not there. Now I come to report."

The young yamen runner looked Zhong Lin up and down and waved his hand, "Turn left when you go in, don't run around."

"Yes."

Zhong Lin bowed again and walked in from the side door. After walking along the blue brick road, he came to the place pointed by the yamen runner. There were already dozens of people waiting in front.

Zhong Lin consciously lined up at the back of the line, listening attentively to the questions coming from the room, which were simple questions about whether he had gone out last night, whether he had seen any strangers, etc. After asking, he would tick the book, and then wave his hand to let him go.

Zhong Lin felt relieved, and without saying a word, he hid at the back of the line and waited.

After half an hour, it was finally Zhong Lin's turn, and he walked in.

There were three yamen runners in the room, the one asking questions was a middle-aged man, and there was a bored young man sitting next to him, and an old man who was taking notes.

"You did the murder last night, didn't you?"

As soon as Zhong Lin entered the room, the middle-aged yamen runner said something shocking.