Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 28 Painters are also in danger
"Da Linzi is here, shall we go out for a drink tonight?"

"Dalinzi, come here. These are the meat buns your sister-in-law steamed this morning. They have thin skin and lots of meat. They're really delicious. Try them."

"Brother Zhong, I also practice the Iron Mountain Kung Fu. I'm here to give you some pointers."

As soon as Zhong Lin walked into the yamen early in the morning, the yamen runners and constables surrounded him. Some brought him buns, some brought him steamed buns, and some even wanted to teach him martial arts.

His popularity is so good that people who don’t know him would think he is the son of some old man in the yamen!

In fact, this situation only started three days ago. Before that, Zhong Lin was just a nobody.

The identity of a painter in a yamen is more of a nominal one, and he is a non-staff member. Just saying hello when you meet him is enough, and the arrogant ones will ignore you.

Until one day, the government organized an event, and the location was Nuanfeng Tower, the brothel where Zhong Lin failed to paint his first time.

A brothel only values one thing, and that is money. Although these people in the yamen are not short of money, they are not yet able to spend it lavishly in Nuanxianglou. They come here just to drink and watch singing and dancing. If they really can't help it, they can go to Tianxianglou on another street. It's cheaper there, and if that doesn't work, some secret doors will also work.

Zhong Lin was also pulled over as a non-staff member and placed in a corner.

Coincidentally, Zhong Lin met the maid Xiaoxue here, and was then invited to Miss Yanluo's room. The key point was that she had not returned for the whole night.

The next day, Zhong Lin's name spread throughout the yamen. You should know that if you want to become Miss Yanluo's lover, you need at least twenty taels of silver, and you may not even be able to get in.

Later everyone found out that Zhong Lin didn't spend any money when he went in, and Miss Yanluo even gave him some money. The most important thing was that he had fun all night for free.

what is this?
This is such a fairy!
Originally, this was nothing. Everyone knew that Zhong Lin had extraordinary painting skills. The characters in his paintings seemed to come alive. Many people came to him to ask for paintings. It was just thought that Miss Yanluo was also asking for a painting.

But who knew that Zhong Lin went there again the next day, and brought Lao Zhou from the yamen, the old constable who had half a foot in the coffin.

According to what Lao Zhou said, he had a great time in Nuanxiang Tower that night, and the key point was that he didn't pay.

This was fucking explosive. All of a sudden, the entire government office knew that the painter Zhong Lin had a magical skill of getting something for free. He could visit brothels without paying, and he could even bring people along without paying.

Zhong Lin responded to the enthusiastic greetings of everyone with a smile on his face, but the smile faded a little when he just came to Chi Yan.

"Brother Chi, good morning!"

Chi Yan acted as if nothing had happened, still smiling as he said, "It's quite early, Xue Tou is back and waiting for you inside!"

Zhong Lin was stunned when he heard this. "Master Xue? Wait for me?"
Zhong Lin, the chief constable who was at the sixth level of Qi and Blood in martial arts, was also extremely curious. However, he had never seen him since he joined the yamen. It was said that he had gone to the county town to do business. He did not expect that he would suddenly return today and want to see him.

Zhong Lin didn't dare to neglect it and nodded, "I'll go right away."

Ignoring Chi Yan, Zhong Lin walked into the lobby. There was a person sitting on each side of the armchair. The person on the left was the Du County Lieutenant, whom Zhong Lin was familiar with, and the one on the right was a man in his thirties, wearing a black cloud robe, with a solemn face, sharp eyes, and a heavy sword mark between his eyebrows, which made people feel awe.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the Chief Constable Xue Zheng that everyone is talking about.

Behind Xue Zheng stood a familiar figure to Zhong Lin. It was none other than the "Old Fang" who had nearly scared him to death that day.

Zhong Lin stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Greetings to the County Lieutenant, and to the Chief Constable."

County Magistrate Du did not say anything and continued to sip his tea leisurely.

However, Chief Constable Xue Zheng put down his teacup, looked Zhong Lin up and down, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Are you Zhong Lin?"

"It's down."

"Did you paint this painting?"

"Old Fang" on the side consciously showed the portrait in his hand, which was the notorious bandit Shan Wenlong.

"Yes." "The painting is good. I thought the painter with such painting skills must be an old craftsman. I didn't expect you to be so young." Chief Constable Xue Zheng said.

"Thank you, Chief Constable."

"But you deserve the award. I heard that you can draw based on the descriptions of others?"

"Yes, does the Chief Constable have any instructions?" Zhong Lin asked.

"Paint my portrait."

Chief Constable Xue Zheng waved his hand, and Zhong Lin also found that tools such as pen, ink, paper and inkstone had been prepared on the side.

"Yes."

Zhong Lin walked over and sat down naturally. Isn't this his job?

"This man is about thirty years old, male, with thin cheeks and narrow eyes..."

As Chief Constable Xue Zheng spoke, the image of a middle-aged man emerged in Zhong Lin's mind.

A moment later, Zhong Lin picked up the paintbrush, and within the time it took for a stick of incense to appear on the paper. The man had narrow eyebrows and eyes, and there was a scar on his cheek that ran from his eyebrows to his chin.

Zhong Lin blew on the painting to dry the ink.

Chief Constable Xue Zheng was stunned the moment he saw the painting, then he exclaimed in admiration, "It's truly lifelike and detailed, not bad."

"As long as the Chief Constable is satisfied."

"Oh, by the way, Shan Wenlong ran away, so you should be careful during this period."

Xue Zheng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said quietly.

What?

Zhong Lin suddenly looked up at the chief constable, his face full of astonishment.

"Go down!"

"Yes."

When Zhong Lin walked out of the lobby, his face was gloomy, and the "Old Fang" in his heart kept cursing.

What a useless thing he is! Even with so many people surrounding him, he still let Shan Wenlong escape.

Logically speaking, Zhong Lin had nothing to do with Shan Wenlong's escape, but the problem was that Zhong Lin painted Shan Wenlong's portrait, and it looked so like him.

Why do you think Zhong Lin was able to get a job in the government so easily?
Because the previous painter was retaliated by a fugitive, who broke into his home and killed his entire family.

Although the painter was just a painter, the criminals didn't care about that. Some of the mentally ill ones actually came to take revenge on the painter.

There have been previous cases of revenge against "executioners".

No one could guarantee that Shan Wenlong wasn't crazy or would retaliate against the painter, so the chief constable simply reminded Zhong Lin to be more careful, after all, there had been such cases before.

"What the hell is going on?"

Zhong Lin cursed in his heart, turned around and walked towards the file room. He wanted to find out the background of Shan Wenlong first.

(End of this chapter)