I solved crimes in the Song Dynasty and strengthened the country [Seventh Five-Year]

97 Desolate Poems in Foreign Languages

Jiang Lin's first reaction was to jump over the wall and chase the man, but he had lost his martial arts and could not keep up with the speed of the man at all.

Shao Yong also grabbed his arm: "Okay, stop chasing, you won't be able to catch up."

Jiang Lin had a flash of inspiration and said, "Master, why don't you use your hexagrams to figure out who is following me?"

Shao Yong waved his sleeve and pulled him aside, frowned and said: "You think my plum blossom technique can be used casually? Besides, don't you think for yourself who is eyeing you?"

After being reminded by Shao Yong, Jiang Lin realized that something was wrong with the party that day.

He asked: "So, Master, what do you mean, at the gathering that day, the reason why someone took out the painting "Linjiang Immortal" was to test my attitude?"

"That's right, logically speaking, even you don't know your true identity, so your reaction should reassure the other party's doubts. But you just brought the small portrait of your mother with you, even if the other party didn't see it at first. Find out who you are, and seeing Immortal Ruihe's private manuscript appearing on your body, I will definitely doubt your identity."

Jiang Lin said in his heart that all the people present were curious about his relationship with Immortal Ruihe. If this was seen by someone with ulterior motives, wouldn't it be clear that "he is Immortal Ruihe himself"?

"Then what have I done with my identity as Immortal Ruihe? Why did someone come to test my identity?" Jiang Lin turned to Wen Qing, frowning, "How could I reveal my identity to the Snow Treading Hall?" people?"

Wen Qing said: "It was an accident. Ye Fengqiu followed us at the time and overheard your bragging, so he knew your identity. Later, in order to avoid his revenge, you stopped calling yourself Ruihe Immortal in public. Later, when you were caught by your father and went home to take the imperial examination and entered the officialdom, you had no time to manage your previous fancy names."

Jiang Lin opened his eyes wide and said, "Do I have any other fancy names?"

Wen Qing said helplessly: "Of course, why do you think your painting is called "Linjiang Immortal"? It's because you wanted to show off your own image, so you chose a poem that was similar to your name as the name of the painting." , Do you call yourself a fairy?"

"It turns out that I still have such a burning side..." Jiang Lin scratched his forehead, thinking that this was quite in line with his own style.

He tentatively asked: "Senior brother, have you heard these two sentences-'I admire the crane shadow, and you are thin and think of the plum soul'?"

Wen Qing said lightly: "You wrote it. You should be able to hear that you are boasting, right?"

Jiang Linkuang sweated, "It's ok, you don't need to take me to analyze it, senior brother."

He originally thought that this poem was about seeing someone else's emaciated appearance, and he thought of the lonely crane and plum blossom, but it turned out that these two sentences were boasting himself from a third-person perspective.

After all, he already calls himself "Ruihe Immortal", who else can bear the "crane shadow" in his heart more than him?

Jiang Lin coughed lightly, and changed the subject: "Okay, let's not talk about our previous affairs. Master, tell me quickly. You said earlier that my thinking is somewhat limited. What exactly do you mean?"

Shao Yong glanced lazily at the tea bowl, Jiang Lin understood it instantly, and made another pot of tea for him.

"When you first joined my sect, you had to make a pot of tea for me every day. Over time, this has almost become a habit between you and my master and apprentice."

Jiang Lin couldn't help but slander, isn't this evidence that Master oppressed him?

Shao Yong seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking, with a slight smile on his face: "Do you feel that you are extremely skilled in making tea?"

"Didn't you say it all? I make tea for you every day, at least a thousand pots, right?"

Shao Yong just looked at him and didn't speak.

Jiang Linxing poured the tea smoothly, but the movements of his hands suddenly stopped.

"Master, could it be that I..." He suddenly understood.

The original owner made tea in the past, but I can still do it well now, which means...

Jiang Lin's face collapsed and he said, "Master, do I make tea for you more often than I usually write, draw, and practice martial arts?"

Otherwise, why can he "remember" how to make tea, but he can't write the original owner's handwriting well, and he doesn't have martial arts?

Shao Yong was so angry that he wanted to throw the teaspoon directly on his head: "I asked you to make tea to grind your temper. Why do you think of being a teacher like this?"

Jiang Lin hid back, wanting to ask his senior brother for comment, Wen Qing sighed, and said slowly: "Because your right hand was injured, you can no longer draw."

Jiang Lin looked at his right hand in disbelief: "But am I not left-handed?"

"You just learned to write with your left hand, and you're not yet proficient, so after the 'amnesia', you forgot a lot. As for martial arts..." Wen Qing looked at Jiang Lindao, "I'm guessing, do you have some fears? Gao, you don’t have the habit of hitting people? That’s why you don’t dare to use lightness kung fu, and you don’t know how to fight with people.”

Jiang Lin pondered for a moment and said: "Indeed, in the place I came from, under normal circumstances, good people would not fight with others."

Wen Qing nodded and said: "That's it. As for things like swimming, you just don't think you can do it psychologically. Didn't you adapt well when we escaped from Qinglong Mountain last time? At least hold your breath. You still remember the basic abilities."

Jiang Lin's Adam's apple rolled, and he said, "So brother and master mean that I... am Jiang Lin?"

After he finished speaking, he felt strange, and couldn't help but argue: "But I, but I am actually a person who came from a later life. I have my own complete life. How can I be the real Jiang Lin?"

"How do you know that the world you are in must be a later life? Tell me, what is the world you are in? What is the last memory of your life like?"

For a while, Jiang Lin didn't know how to describe the life of modern people to the two ancients, so he hurriedly said: "The world I live in is much more advanced than here, and there are many new inventions. For example, our best artillery now is 'Nirvana "Phoenix of Nirvana", but in my world, "Phoenix of Nirvana" is not a powerful weapon at all."

"And I know that you are from ancient times. Master is very famous in history. He is the master who wrote prophecy poems. So even if I don't remember it at the beginning, I dare to follow Master wholeheartedly. I know that the next emperor of the Song Dynasty Who knows the future outcome of Kaifeng City... As for Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang, they are both characters in the book..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Lin didn't know how to explain it.

"Probably, this world was supposed to be a storybook fabricated based on the history of the Song Dynasty. I...my soul somehow attached to the original Jiang Lin...my skillful actions may be hidden in me. Made by the original owner..."

Shao Yong didn't look surprised when he heard Jiang Lin talk for such a long time.

He only said: "Then let me ask you, when you were making tea, did you feel that you were being manipulated? Did you ever have any thoughts that didn't belong to you?"

Jiang Lin wanted to be sure, but he hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

Shao Yongdao: "Then, since you came here, have you experienced the same things as in the script?"

"Of course not..." If so, wouldn't he be the absolute hero with the script in hand?But he encountered so many strange things, he had to rely on Shao Yong to "prophesy" him.

Wen Qing also asked him, "Am I also a character in the book?"

"I haven't seen you in the book, I haven't even seen myself in the book..."

As soon as Jiang Lin's voice fell, Shao Yong said: "So I'm asking you, if everything you experience now is different from the book, then how do you know who comes first in your so-called real world and ours? What? Maybe, those memories in your mind are the memories left by you in your previous life?"

After listening to Shao Yong's question, Jiang Lin felt like "Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly".

"So, Master, you mean that I am Jiang Lin, but for some reason, I lost my current memory and remembered what I experienced in my previous life?"

Jiang Lin sorted out the cause and effect relationship somewhat.

After all, what I traveled through should not be the original work of "Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness". If this is a magical novel compiled by later generations, then according to the timeline, "reality" can indeed be regarded as "previous life".

He hurriedly asked: "Then my memory disorder must be because of 'Shaohao's suicide note'?"

Shao Yong didn't answer, and Wen Qing said: "We are not members of the Jiang clan, so we have no way of knowing what the white tiger's secret treasure has. But based on your experience, there should be a connection."

Shao Yong also said: "Yes. In fact, the best way to understand the 'Shaohao's suicide note' is to ask your father. Now that you have figured out that you are Jiang Lin, you no longer need to worry that he will deny you as a son. It's better to be honest about things earlier, so as not to cause more misunderstandings."

Jiang Lin nodded resentfully, but he was a little curious. If Jiang Zhigao knew that he didn't regard him as his own father at all these days, he didn't know what kind of violent reaction he would have.

Shao Yong added: "By the way, before that, we have to find out who is following you and trying to find out your identity. To avoid being used by people with malicious intentions."

Jiang Lin stroked his chin and said, "If there is really a problem with someone at the banquet, then I already have an idea to find that person."