The Ming Dynasty's Spokesperson

At this time, Professor Lin didn't know that he had already stolen the limelight from the literary leader.

He was immersed in the joy of getting the opportunity to break into the literary world, and began to think about how to pretend to be a regular attendee of gatherings.

Song Quan, who had rushed over from the main hall, was still trying to persuade Lin Tailai to immediately take charge and return to the main hall to support him.

"As long as you are willing to return to Hengtang Town, I will let you be the deputy head of Anle Hall!" Uncle Song showed his final trump card.

Of course, this must be the biggest bargaining chip offered by Hall Master Lu. Anyway, a deputy hall master doesn't cost anything.

Deputy Hall Master Lin? So Lin Tailai didn't want to go anymore.

A month and a half ago, Song Quan would never have imagined that Lin Xian's nephew Tailai would rise to such an extent.

He persuaded from another angle: "You have always disliked being called Xiao Fengxian, this is an opportunity for you to improve your image!

Don’t you claim to be familiar with history books? You might as well take a look at how those loyal and courageous people behave!

As long as you quickly come back to rescue and save the main hall from fire and water, everyone in the world will praise you for your loyalty! "

"Uncle Song, you don't know enough about history." Lin Tailai sighed: "In the history books, those people who know how to support their troops and respect themselves, most of the time live better than those who are loyal and courageous. ”

Song Quan: "."

Professor Lin patted Uncle Song on the shoulder: "Uncle, it's not a big matter of right or wrong for the family and the country. If you don't meet the Ming Master, you will have no choice but to be foolish and loyal."

Song Quan stared blankly at the sun that had begun to set in the west. He had failed the hall master's entrustment and tried his best to persuade Lin Tai to return to the rescue.

Professor Lin started to organize a dinner party and discussed with his staff where to have dinner to celebrate his new beginning in the literary world.

At this moment, the square-faced old man who appeared two days ago and seemed to be a military attache walked into the teahouse slowly, with several guards behind him.

Professor Lin didn't expect to have any interaction with the old man, so he didn't pay attention and continued to talk about the banquet in the evening.

However, the old man took the initiative to walk to Professor Lin's desk, took out a manuscript and placed it in front of Lin Tailai.

Professor Lin took a glance and was immediately surprised!

I saw that there was only one seven-rhythm poem in this manuscript, but it was written by myself:

"Lao Lao's chariot and horse have not left their saddles, and they only know when things are going to be difficult.

It has harmed the country's progress for two hundred years and left the people crippled eight thousand miles away.

The sword in the autumn wind makes the lonely minister cry, and the setting sun sets the flag on the altar of the general.

The dusty atmosphere overseas is still lingering, please don’t wait and see. "

That's right, it's the poem manuscript that was sent to Hushu Customs Envoy King's Capital two days ago.

Remember Wang Shishi said that this poem was meant for Qi Shaobao?

Thinking of this, Professor Lin raised his head and stared suspiciously at the old man with a square face and tiger eyes in front of him.

Somehow, in Professor Lin's eyes, this old man suddenly became very imposing.

"How come this poem manuscript is in Your Excellency's hands?" Professor Lin asked in disbelief, and the title was changed directly from the old man to Your Excellency.

The old man said calmly: "I heard that this book was written for me, why can't it be in my hands?"

Lin Tailai was shocked. Could it be that he had no eyes for gold and jade? Could this old man be Qi Jiguang and Qi Shaobao who must be mentioned in history textbooks?

He also remembered that historically Qi Jiguang seemed to have been dismissed from his post as chief military officer of Guangdong around the thirteenth year of Wanli.

Then Qi Jiguang returned to his hometown from the north of Guangdong and passed through South Zhili. Could it be that he ran into him?

I really didn't expect to meet such a big person out of the blue.

Professor Lin stood up and without revealing his identity, he saluted and said, "It turns out it's the old hero who is standing in front of me. I'm still waiting from a distance to greet him!"

Qi Shaobao asked a little doubtfully: "With all due respect, is this poem really written by you?

I really can't believe that besides me, there is a second person in the world who can both fight and compose poetry. "

Professor Lin: "."

If you are not a national hero, I, Lin Tailai, must let you know what PUA is!

However, if you plagiarize poetry when your status is low, you will sooner or later be questioned.

Professor Lin was not unprepared for this, and there was no need to be angry. He began to explain his creative ideas:

"Actually, the connotations of many words in this poem are inspired by Qi Shaobao's poems.

For example, the meaning of the sentence "Lao Lao, the carriage and the horse have not left the saddle" is taken from the three hundred and sixty days of the year, which is mostly from the sentence "Horse and horse are moving forward".

Another example is "The Sword in the Autumn Wind and the Lonely Minister Tears", which is inspired by the lines "The Sword in the Star Contains the Cross" and "The Lonely Minister Here Looks at Chenluan". "

Listening to Lin Tailai's explanation, Qi Shaobao's depression in his later years suddenly eased a lot. This is the public sentiment.

Although Qi Shaobao had experienced many battles in the north and south throughout his life, he had never seen such a handsome young man with such a handsome face and a nice voice.

Qi Shaobao picked up the poem manuscript again and said with emotion: "I don't want to receive a gift that can seal the coffin in my old age.

Now I am just a retired veteran, and I can only teach you a peerless marksmanship in return. "

Lin Tailai was speechless. After all, his marksmanship was still useless? Can you change it to something else?

Qi Shaobao was too lazy to explain last time, but this time he was much more patient and talked eloquently:

"This gun technique originated from the pear gun of the Yang family in the former Song Dynasty, and was improved by senior Tang Jingchuan.

Thirty years ago, Senior Jingchuan taught me the marksmanship, collectively known as the Yang Family Liuhe Spear. In fact, I think it is more appropriate to call it Tang Family Gun. "

Tang Jingchuan was Tang Shunzhi, a prodigy from the Jiajing Dynasty. He won the first place in the national examination in his twenties. He was originally a young genius capable of both literary and military skills.

However, almost every political decision made by this person in his career was wrong. As a result, although he had a wealth of knowledge, he was ultimately unsuccessful throughout his life.

Lin Tailai listened to the old man's reminiscence of "talking about ancient times" and subconsciously said: "Yes! Since this marksmanship comes from Tang Jingchuan, it should be called the Tang Family Spear, the Tang Family Overlord Spear!"

Are you serious about this name? Qi Shaobao was stunned for a moment, and then said: "If you learn it, you can name it whatever you want.

This marksmanship has not yet been passed down to anyone, and I have always felt deeply sorry for it, fearing that my old friend's unique skill would be lost, and how would he be able to see his old friend underground in the future! "

"Yes, yes, we should really find a marksman successor as soon as possible." Lin Tailai agreed.

Then Qi Shaobao said with great anticipation: "I'm just passing through Suzhou and won't stay too long. I can only teach you the key points and moves of the twenty-four styles of marksmanship.

From now on, it's up to you to practice diligently and improve continuously. I don't know what the marksmanship will be like in your hands.

Time is really tight. Starting from tomorrow, you will start learning marksmanship from me. You will study with all your heart for ten days! "

After finishing speaking, Qi Shaobao looked encouraging and nodded towards Lin Tailai.

"Ah," Lin Tailai said softly, "can I not learn it?"

Qi Shaobao: "."

Maybe he didn't expect that someone would refuse to teach him marksmanship?

Several murderous glances were directed at Professor Lin from the guards behind Qi Shaobao.

In the eyes of the loyal guards, this boy really disrespected their General Qi.

Qi Shaobao came to his senses and asked, a little bit annoyed that iron cannot become steel, "Why don't you want to learn?"

Professor Lin sighed, now in Suzhou City, the literary conference is in full swing, and he just got a small ticket from Mr. Feng Er!

If you follow Qi Jiguang every day and learn useless marksmanship, how can you go to literary conferences to establish a brand name?

But it was hard to say it directly, so Professor Lin replied tactfully: "What are the good citizens of the next law-abiding town doing to learn weapons?"

Today's battle formations generally use large guns three or four meters long.

In a group fight in the market, the Iron Fist and Golden Whip are enough to be invincible. A large gun several meters long is completely redundant and often difficult to use. Professor Lin really has no interest in it.

Qi Jiguang shouted with piercing eyes: "Do you really think I haven't seen it before? If you say you don't practice weapons, then what's going on with your iron whip?"

Lin Tailai said helplessly: "I like to be straight-forward by nature. One punch will kill the three sheep, but one whip will kill all four."

The marksmanship requires tenacity. In addition to piercing, it also involves circling, holding and wrapping, which is not to my taste. "

Everyone seemed to be able to hear what Lin Tailai said: With my natural strength and reaction speed, it is enough to go straight to the battlefield with the Iron Fist and Golden Whip. Technical weapons like big guns are really useless.

A half-century-old guard behind Qi Shaobao said angrily: "How dare you be so arrogant? Let me teach you a lesson!"

"Shut up! Back off!" Qi Shaobao turned around and shouted.

The guard could only mutter angrily: "Actually, I'm used to fighting against little dwarfs, but I'm not used to fighting against such a tall guy."

Qi Shaobao also taught Lin Tailai: "Young people must have an ambition. With your talents, are you willing to waste your time in the market?

If you want to serve your country and kill the enemy, your marksmanship will eventually come into play, allowing you to stand out and become an official! "

Lin Tailai, who was over 1.9 meters tall, patted his pectoralis major and said proudly: "How can I have no ambition?

This year I plan to pass the county and government examinations, and next year I will try to pass the Taoist examination and become a scholar! Then spend three to ten years working hard to pass the provincial examination! "

Qi Shaobao: "."

He was a little angry. Is it appropriate for you, an eighteen-year-old young man, to fool a fifty-eight-year-old man with your lies?

In this way, the old man no longer needs to talk about martial ethics. Qi Shaobao no longer listened to any excuses and said without any doubt:

"I've said everything I need to say today. I'll come back tomorrow and start teaching you marksmanship."

After decades of fighting in the north and south and running the army, I still can't cure you, a young boy! It’s no use even if the governor or magistrate comes!

Professor Lin's head suddenly became as big as a bucket, Qi Shaobao! Grandpa Qi! Please let me go! Why are you so stubborn?

How could he go to a literary conference to establish a brand when he was being forced to learn marksmanship every day? That’s where you can show off your talents!

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have written such a poem to offend Qi Shaobao!

Qi Shaobao, who knows the art of running an army well, decided to give you another sweetener: "When you finish your studies, I will give you the powerful water gun I use. Anyway, I won't need it in the future."

Lin Tailai asked tentatively: "Can I not learn the marksmanship and only give away the magic gun?"

Qi Shaobao said expressionlessly: "No."

So Professor Lin looked at Song Quan who had not left yet, "Uncle, Uncle Song, are you here to call me back to Hengtang Town?"

Song Quan couldn't figure out the origin of this mysterious old man and was confused. When he heard Lin Tailai's inquiry, he nodded subconsciously and said, "Yes."

Lin Tailai sighed and said: "It is a sin of a son of man to make my parents miss me.

Even though I had to work so hard, Uncle Song personally came to deliver the message. It’s time for me to return to Hengtang Town to fulfill my filial piety for a few days! "

Song Quan: "."