What do you mean by "the game editor has also traveled through time"?

Is he really a genius?

This is so unreasonable!

No one can master a subject immediately after reading a book only once.

Lin Cha Tou almost rubbed his chin raw. He really couldn't believe that such a person could come from the small Chihe County. You know, this was different from the ordinary "Black Wind Palm" that he had bought at a high price back then.

The difficulty of swordsmanship is inherently higher, not to mention that the Dingfeng Swordsmanship is no ordinary swordsmanship.

Although Xu Shimo's swordsmanship still has many flaws, that's a matter of timing. This kid isn't a trained professional; he lacks systematic training and a clear understanding of the field. It's easy to see from this that he hadn't practiced swordsmanship before.

He has basically mastered the word "steady".

What puzzled Lin Chatou was that he had clearly seen Xu Shimo's figure was very loose when they were on the street, but now... He considered his eyesight to be quite sharp, and after the probing just now, it was not difficult to see that most of Xu Shimo's blood and energy had been channeled into his body, especially in his lower body and back.

If you combine this with a stance training exercise, even if you only achieve a minor level of mastery, you will definitely be able to break through to the second level of Qi and Blood within a month.

"Old Song, tell me the truth, did he really never practice martial arts before? Did he really just pick up a martial arts manual from a bandit and then become like this?" Chief Lin asked.

Song Wen nodded: "That should be true."

"Stop making assumptions, just give me a straight answer."

After thinking for a moment, Song Wen said, "At least when I found him outside the snow, he didn't have any martial arts skills. Although my heart meridian is damaged and I can't practice martial arts, you know how sharp my eyes are. If he really had martial arts skills, I couldn't have failed to see it as we walked together."

"They fled from the northwest, got separated from their families, and even lost their memory?"

"Indeed, with such a catastrophe, his family members are probably all doomed," Song Wen sighed. "What a pity, his family was probably quite wealthy, but now they are refugees."

"Is he quick-witted and loyal?"

"Yes, you witnessed that too."

"I understand," Lin nodded, then waved his hand and said, "You can go back now."

"He's learned it all? You've come all this way, so teach him a little more. Old Lin, you know me, he's the savior of Song Wen and my fellow villagers. Without him..."

Lin Cha Tou: "I know that, but you know me, I appreciate talent."

Upon hearing this, Song Wen flew into a rage and pointed his finger at the other person's nose:

"Lin Jing, after two years as a errand boy, you've become arrogant and forgotten your roots! Fine, you want money, right? Here, take this bead, twelve taels of silver. You can sell it at Mingchuntang, but there's one condition: you must teach him your swordsmanship without reservation."

"That's not it,"

Lin Jingxin realized he had misunderstood and immediately waved his hand, "What I meant was that Sanlang is a talented person, and it would be a waste of his talent to keep him in your Zhangjia Village."

Song Wengang's anger immediately subsided, his eyes darted around, and he fell silent for a moment.

We're both ancient foxes, what are you and I talking about?

But seeing Youniang busy outside, he couldn't say anything.

What a good child, how could his eyes be like this...?

However, if Xu Shimo is willing, that would be good too. It would be a good opportunity to settle down after a long journey and continue the Xu family line.

So Song Wen's face lit up with a smile:

"Brother Lin, I was just teasing you."

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"Xu Shimo, do you have any money?"

Upon hearing Lin Jing's words, Xu Shimo was stunned for a moment, then looked at Song Wen beside him, completely bewildered.

Lin Jing: "It's okay if you don't have one, you can sleep in the public housing for now."

"Chief Lin, this is...?"

"Oh, I forgot to ask you. There's a vacancy among my constables. You're quite capable, so I was wondering if you'd be willing to fill it."

In Lin Jing's opinion, no one should refuse this.

This is true.

After a three-second reaction, Xu Shimo was overjoyed.

I've actually gotten a government job?

In "Ascension to the Throne", he was frequently hunted down by the government's henchmen for breaking the rules. Now, he has the opportunity to become an official who protects the people and safeguards the territory!

Xu Shimo made his choice in zero seconds.

He gripped the knife and slapped it shut.

"This humble servant, Xu Shimo, greets the messenger."

There's nothing wrong with being a bandit, but being a constable is much more open and adventurous!

Although the yamen runners are not as prestigious as the Embroidered Uniform Guards, they are still better than bandits, right?

It's important to understand that being a constable is still a form of service; it not only represents a status but also a channel for exchanging resources.

but……

"Brother Song..." Xu Shimo looked at Song Wen.

Unexpectedly, Lin Jing suddenly interrupted, "No respect for elders! Call him Uncle Song!"

Xu Shimo: "Huh?"

Song Wen's dark face showed no change in expression, but the lack of change spoke volumes about his mood. He began to speak:

"Congratulations, Sanlang. The gangs in the city are complicated. You will have to be more careful when you work here in the future."

"The roads are slippery with snow, I need to hurry on my way. I'll go and buy some goods first."

After saying that, he prepared to leave.

Xu Shimo thought for a moment and asked, "Chief Lin, could you give me two days to rest? I'd like to go back to Zhangjia Village again."

Putting aside Douzi and Zhang Wan, just the presence of Master Huang makes him uneasy.

In "Ascend to the Throne", there is no such thing as holding a grudge overnight. This applies not only to players but also to NPCs. When progressing through the story, Xu Shimo is often amazed by the ruthlessness and decisiveness of the NPCs.

Master Huang probably has some problems, and I've offended him again.

This matter needs to be resolved.

However, Lin Jing remained silent for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm afraid that won't work."

"This position is in high demand; many people are eyeing it. In Zhangjia Village, you can work there for a while and then ask for leave, or wait until your day off to go back."

Lin Jingzhen was not lying.

Don't underestimate the importance of being a constable. Although they do dirty and tiring work, it's a huge blessing for ordinary people.

Many people have approached me, including neighbors, but I really didn't want to get involved, so I turned them all down.

"Uncle Song...?" Xu Shimo thought about his age and felt that it didn't really matter how he addressed him, since they weren't from the same clan or had any seniority. So he reluctantly accepted it and then said, "Please pass on a message to Zhang Wan that I'll be going back during my day off. Also, please give him some beans."

As he spoke, Xu Shimo took out a slingshot, which he had bought on the street.

Douzi was still a teenager, full of adolescent delusions, but weapons like knives, guns, and sticks were ultimately unsuitable for him. He did have a slingshot, but it broke, and he pestered Zhang Fengshui to buy him a new one.

Zhang Fengshui said he knew how to make this, and he would make a new one for him someday.

But the beans never received any new ones.

Xu Shimo took advantage of this trip to the city to buy him one.

Song Wen took it and nodded, but didn't move, as if he was waiting for something.

My inner thoughts are also complicated.

Zhang Wan?

The fifth son's daughter, isn't she about to be betrothed? I felt something was off this morning. Could there really be something going on between the two of them?

Does this kid like this kind of thing?

However, Zhang Wan does seem to be quite pretty, and her breasts...buttocks...well, she's good at bearing children.

After waiting for a long time without seeing anything, Song Wen took the initiative to ask:

"You don't have anything to bring Zhang Wan?"

Who is Zhang Wan?

Lin Jing suddenly asked.

On one side of the courtyard, Lin Zhiyou, who was working with her sleeves rolled up to reveal her fair forearms, also paused for a moment and pricked up her ears.