Just then.
Fei Ji Shi's Ghost Market Clinic.
An uninvited guest entered.
It was a delicate woman, like a girl next door.
Seeing her cautious yet determined look, Wang Lin chuckled. If he wasn't mistaken, she was Pei Shi Lang's daughter, Pei Xi Jun.
In terms of looks, she was quite attractive.
However,
Wang Lin preferred the type like Ma Fu Ren – a woman with a graceful and voluptuous figure, deep cleavage, mature and elegant… a big thunder-type beauty…
As expected.
Upon arrival, Pei Xi Jun went straight to Lu Ling Feng. In fact, she had ventured into the Ghost Market to find him.
Upon learning that Wang Lin was Lu Ling Feng's savior.
Pei Xi Jun immediately stepped forward.
With grace, she performed a grand bow: "Pei Xi Jun greets the benefactor! I presume you are the legendary Kirin Son, Wang Lin. Meeting you today, I see that your presence is indeed extraordinary!"
Wang Lin waved his hand: "Wang greets Miss Pei. Miss Pei, you're too kind. I only did what I had to do."
However,
Afterward.
As he listened to the young couple expressing their concern.
Wang Lin suddenly felt a bit lonely.
He wondered,
In this world, is there a woman who would care for me like this when I'm injured?
What is Ma Fu Ren doing right now?
Is she also tossing and turning, unable to sleep, just like him?
Hmm…
Since the night is long and he can't sleep.
Then.
He might as well use this time.
To improve his swordsmanship.
To study the way of the sword, so that he can protect himself in the future.
Actually, having this thought.
Was also to disguise the purple attribute "Cloak Sword Technique".
To avoid suspicion in the future.
So,
Wang Lin humbly asked Guo Zhuang to "teach" him martial arts.
For this.
Guo Zhuang was naturally happy to teach his swordsmanship to Wang Lin.
However,
Initially, Guo Zhuang was still cautiously giving a warning:
"My swordsmanship is an ancestral inheritance. Though the moves are simple, to master it, you need to endure months of hardship. Wang Shao Qing, I see you seem to have no training at all, only brute strength. It's going to be difficult. Are you willing to put in the effort?"
Lu Ling Feng, hearing this, chimed in with a playful tone: "Hey, Guo Zhuang, what are you talking about? When you taught me, I only took…"
Suddenly, Lu Ling Feng realized his words were inappropriate.
No matter how many days he took.
He had been practicing martial arts since childhood.
Wang Lin, on the other hand, clearly had no martial arts background. How could they be compared??
So, to avoid discouraging Wang Lin.
Lu Ling Feng changed his tune: "Everyone is different. I think Wang Xiong has a natural talent. Yes! He will definitely learn quickly, grasp everything instantly!"
Wang Lin: "…"
Are you two here to be funny?
What else could Wang Lin say?
He could only nod along: "Ah, yes, yes. Everyone's physique is different. Maybe I'm a natural swordsmanship prodigy, grasp everything instantly, learn quickly?"
Fei Ji Shi, munching on a roast chicken, said with a carefree attitude, "Hmm, hmm! I think so too. I'm always good at judging people. I saw at a glance that Wang Lin is a prodigy."
However,
When it came to Guo Zhuang's actual teaching.
Wang Lin's performance was beyond expectation.
Every move, as long as Guo Zhuang said it, Wang Lin could easily replicate it and even expand on it!
Such a rapid comprehension ability, and 100% execution, even Guo Zhuang was amazed!
Naturally.
Within a single night.
Wang Lin mastered all of Guo Zhuang's swordsmanship.
He went from an ordinary person to a junior expert.
Such progress.
Not only Guo Zhuang was stunned, but even Lu Ling Feng was shocked.
A single night.
Lu Ling Feng, who had been giggling at first, stopped giggling.
You see, he had been practicing martial arts since childhood, and he considered himself a martial arts prodigy, yet it took him over ten days to master the basics!!!
Could it be?
That people's physiques are truly different?
But the difference is too great, right?
Really!
Comparing people, you'll die; comparing goods, you'll throw them away!
Looking at Pei Xi Jun beside him, captivated by the scene.
And then he thought back to how he used sword dancing to capture Pei Xi Jun's heart.
But now, looking at Wang Lin.
What he danced back then was pure crap!
Truly!
He'd known Wang Lin for just two days.
Two days, more blows to his ego than he'd received in two years combined!!
At this moment.
Guo Zhuang started blabbering: "Amazing! He only took one night to master it. You know, even the General took over ten days!"
Lu Ling Feng: "…"
Would it kill you to keep quiet for once?
"Xi" – to learn, to practice – the swordsmanship.
Wang Lin felt incredibly happy.
So, he took a sip of wine, accompanied by sword dancing, and improvised a poem:
"Zhao guest with a fringed cap, a frost-covered Wu hook shines brightly."
"Silver saddle reflects the white horse, swift and fleeting like a meteor."
"Ten steps to kill one, a thousand miles without a trace."
"Having done the deed, he brushes off his clothes and leaves, concealing his identity and fame."
"He idly passes by the house of Xin Ling and drinks, unsheathing his sword before his knee."
"He offers roast meat to Zhu Hai, holds a goblet to encourage Hou Ying."
"Three cups of wine, he utters promises, even mountains will be as light as feathers."
"Eyes blurred, ears hot, his spirit rises like a rainbow."
"To save Zhao, he wields a golden hammer, Handan trembles first."
"Two heroes for a thousand years, blazing bright in the city of Da Liang."
"Even in death, his heroic bones will have a fragrance, not ashamed to be a hero of the world."
"Who can write down your story, you with your white hair and the profound scriptures?"
After reciting the poem.
He concluded with a graceful flourish of his sword, sheathing it.
Pei Xi Jun immediately applauded: "Such a great line – 'Ten steps to kill one, a thousand miles without a trace.' Such a great poem about a knight-errant!"
Guo Zhuang was also excited.
One could say.
This poem perfectly captured the fantasy of those who practice the sword.
The poem is beautiful.
And the imagery is extraordinary!
So, Guo Zhuang asked: "May I ask Wang Shao Qing, does your poem have a name?"
Wang Lin: "A poem about a knight-errant, 'Xia Ke Xing' – The Knight-Errant's Journey!"
Lu Ling Feng's eyes lit up: "It was improvised! Truly worthy of being our Great Tang's poetic immortal!"
No wonder he and Guo Zhuang were able to stand up to the Demon King and face life-threatening danger, and Wang Lin was able to step forward to help.
Poetry expresses one's heart.
Look at Wang Lin's awareness!
"Such a great 'Xia Ke Xing' – The Knight-Errant's Journey! And such a great line – 'Having done the deed, he brushes off his clothes and leaves, concealing his identity and fame'! Wang Xiong, you are a true knight-errant. Lu Ling Feng admires you!"
Everyone present, regardless of their background, were descendants of noble families, and they all had literary talent. Naturally, they understood the beauty of this poem.
And they knew.
After tonight.
"Xia Ke Xing" – The Knight-Errant's Journey – would become famous throughout the land!!
Pei Xi Jun was not idle either.
She quickly took out her brush and paper, which she always carried with her. Relying on her memory, she began to sketch Wang Lin's sword-dancing stance.
At the same time, she wrote down the entire poem "Xia Ke Xing" – The Knight-Errant's Journey – next to it.
As expected.
The next day.
When "Xia Ke Xing" – The Knight-Errant's Journey – was unveiled at Xiao Yue Lou.
Instantly.
The entire Chang'an was swept up in a wave of chivalry.
After all.
Who hasn't dreamed of being a wandering swordsman, drawing their sword to help the helpless, when they were young?
The Crown Prince's Palace.
Li Long Ji looked at the copy of "Xia Ke Xing" – The Knight-Errant's Journey, and couldn't stop praising it:
"Good! Good! Truly worthy of being our Great Tang's poetic immortal! In less than a year, Wang Lin's talent has repeatedly amazed me. It's a pity that such a talent hasn't fallen into my net."
General Lu Tong also said: "With Wang Lin's heroic actions from the night before last – his courageous stand against the Demon King, saving Lu Ling Feng from the demon's clutches, and the subsequent spread of this story, combined with this 'Xia Ke Xing' – The Knight-Errant's Journey, this man is bound to soar to great heights!"
"Soar to great heights?" Li Long Ji looked at the golden canary in its cage. "Lu Tong, let him fly. Birds should be free. But this world, isn't it just a bigger cage?"