If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 19 Panlong Bracelet
Lin Ke walked out of Li Chungang's tofu shop and patted his round belly contentedly.

Looking at the sun at noon, he raised a gentle smile, and then walked to the fairyland painting workshop next door.

But remembering that he only had three months, Lin Ke unconsciously quickened his pace.

Although he had a comfortable meal just now, he has no time!
……

"boom!"

When I walked into the workshop, I saw the door of the small black room I entered last time slammed shut.

have a guest?
Lin Ke looked up at the dusty paintings around him, shook his head, then found a cloth strip in the corner of the store, and began to wipe the dust off the paintings.

"Crack... bang!"

Not long after, another person came out in response, with heavy footsteps and loud laughter.

"Hahaha, hahahaha, hahaha."

Linke turned his head to look.

It's him!

Who?
It was Butcher Zhang who was the first to praise Lin Ke for dancing last night.

I didn't see it clearly last night, only then did I realize that he was a middle-aged man with a rough appearance and casual clothes. He was wearing a cloth jacket, his hair was messy, there were some bloodshot or pieces of flesh on his face, and he had a beard. Cha's.

Because the clothes on the belly were obviously not suitable, the black threads on the belly protruded from the belly, and the pants were pulled down from time to time when walking.

Seeing Lin Ke, he was also taken aback for a moment, but soon smiled and nodded at Lin Ke, with a special smile between men.

Then the two passed each other.

When the guests left, Wang Lin also came out, looked at Lin Ke and asked, "Why didn't you say hello when you arrived at the store?"

Lin Ke replied helplessly: "As soon as I entered the store, I saw the door closed. Master, you taught me how to paint, and you would have taken up the afternoon time. If you delay your normal business in the morning, and if I can't learn well, then... "

"Hey." Listening to Lin Ke's words, Wang Lin raised the corner of her mouth slightly and interrupted: "Okay, I don't blame you for what you mean, that's all right, don't wipe it, those paintings are not seen by anyone, come with me !"

She turned around and closed the shop door, then turned straight and walked towards the backyard.

Lin Ke put the strip of cloth in his hand on the corner table and followed closely.

Wang Lin's courtyard is different from Li Chungang's.

Li Chungang's yard next door was full of bloody smell, and the blood tofu was like coagulated blood, so it was not a place for normal people to stay.

He was reading there in the morning, and his thinking was interrupted by the vague smell of blood while reading the book several times.

There are various trees on the east and west sides of Wanglin Courtyard. The tree is an osmanthus tree. There is an easel and a bench under the tree on the east side. There is also a painting on the easel, which is only half painted.

It was clean and tidy, without a trace of weeds, and a road was paved with black and white stones. Lin Ke felt a little pain in his feet wearing shoes.

Lin Ke looked around the yard as he walked. When he reached the door of Wang Lin's room, Wang Lin came out with two things in her hand.

He held an easel in one hand and a brush in the other.

The easel and pens looked new at first glance, and the easel was still in Wang Lin's hands with sawdust falling off.

Wang Lin put the things under the osmanthus tree in the west, and said, "You just sit here and draw."

Lin Ke walked over to put everything in order.

"Hey." Wang Lin approached, with an evil smile on her face, which made Lin Ke feel uneasy for a moment.

She turned around and walked back to the house, and put two things in front of Lin Ke, then clapped her hands and said, "Put this on your wrist."

Lin Ke was a little puzzled when he heard this, and then looked at Wang Lin.

"Just do it, so there are so many problems?"

Wang Lin gave a lesson, then turned around and picked up the easel and put it on the chair.

Lin Ke looked at the box with puzzled eyes, and stretched out his hand to open it. Inside was a yellow bracelet, made of iron.

Lin Ke put the bracelet on his hand, but it felt cool and unchanged.

He thought it was heavy at first, and thought that Wang Lin was going to practice his endurance, but now it doesn't look like it.

"Okay!" Wang Lin looked at the table in Lin Ke's hand and nodded.

She did not know where to take out a piece of paper and put it on the easel. Lin Ke saw that there were many grids drawn densely and criss-cross on the paper.

"See these intersections? Click him! One by one, first click a thousand and then call me, the arm can't be lower than the chest before the click is finished, if the arm falls, the door is there, understand?"

As Wang Lin spoke, she pointed to the door.

It really is training... Lin Ke nodded, picked up the pen with his right hand, and he also felt that the bracelet was a little heavy.

Seeing Lin Ke starting to do something, Wang Lin turned around and went to the shop.

At the beginning Lin Ke was very slow, but after a while Lin Ke got faster and faster...

An hour passed, and Lin Ke also stopped, but his hands were shaking and he couldn't click anymore.

This is not the same as chopping firewood. Splitting has inertia to use. If you use inertia, it will not be a dot, but a vertical stroke.

"890, hold on a little longer."

I saw the trembling arm, holding the pen and approaching a point in the center of the drawing paper.

He didn't know that Wang Lin, who was sitting on a chair in the shop, blinked slightly.

Lin Ke clicked on the nine hundredth point.

But he didn't stop.

"Nine hundred and one, nine hundred and two... nine two seven... nine six five..."

Lin Ke's face was covered with sweat, and the ground was already wet with sweat.

"980 nine."

Lin Ke let out a sigh of relief in his heart, but at this moment his arms began to droop involuntarily.

But in an instant, Lin Ke stabilized his arm again.

Say one thousand, just one thousand!
Barry is only half of 90.

Missing once is equivalent to missing five hundred times, and missing five hundred times is equal to not doing it once. If you round up, ordering 980 nine times is the same as not ordering!
Lin Ke's right arm was slowly raised in an undetectable way.

Even at this slow speed, Lin Ke didn't dare to let go of his body and mind, he was fully concentrated and his whole body was tense.

Lin Ke's face was already pale because of gritting his teeth or being overworked.

It took nearly 5 minutes to raise an arm!

Lin Ke bent down slowly, picked up the pen that had fallen on the ground with his left hand, picked it up and stuffed it between the fingers of his right hand.

His right hand slowly approached the drawing paper, and it took more than ten seconds to align it with his hands.

"Nine ninety, nine ninety one, nine ninety two... nine hundred ninety eight, nine hundred ninety... nine!"

His left hand had been clenched too hard, and the fingertips had already penetrated into the flesh.

"One thousand! Huh..."

At the same time as he exhaled, his body also fell backwards.

Lin Ke only felt a little dark in front of his eyes, and then found that he did not fall on the ground, but fell into a warm embrace.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and arched his head back with a satisfied smile on his face.

So fragrant!
Then?

The warm embrace behind him was gone, only a dull landing sound was heard, and Lin Ke had a close contact with the ground as expected.

Lin Ke couldn't even cry from the pain.

But because he kept one movement for a long time, the right half of his body was already numb, and he slowly closed his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Ke opened his eyes and found that he was still where he was.

Just about to mutter a few words, I heard Wang Lin's voice.

"Smelly boy can you sleep well? Didn't you do anything good last night? See how your arms are shaking!"

He was slightly relieved, but luckily he wasn't in his yard.

Lin Ke looked at Wang Lin angrily, and found that she was far away from him, under the tree in the west, and the current sun just shone on Wang Lin.

Her sleeves fluttered with the wind, as if she was about to ascend into a fairy.

"What you carry in your hand is made of all the rare metals in the world, such as stars, tear crystals, sunlight iron, etc., named..."

"The Coiling Dragon Bracelet!"

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