Marshal Zhang looked at Lin Xing with more and more admiration in his eyes. He did not expect that he would recruit a tiger general in Taiping County this time.
Especially since the other party has already understood the inheritance at such a young age, it shows that his talent is also very amazing.
At this moment, in Zhang Dashuai's eyes, Lin Xing's potential and value are rising, and it is worthy of him to invest more.
Marshal Zhang held Lin Xing's hand and said, "If it weren't for you, Lin Xing, I'm afraid the group of bandits in Wolong Mountain would have succeeded in ambush this time. You have made a great contribution this time."
"Don't think too much about the next step and take good care of yourself. Don't worry, I will never treat my own people badly."
The people on the side looked at Lin Xing with envy, admiration, and jealousy in their eyes...
After a long time, everyone dispersed.
As Marshal Zhang returned to his room, he ordered the officer beside him: "Go and take out my liger armor and prepare it for Lin Xing."
"And the ninth concubine, whom I plan to marry next, is also given to Lin Xing."
As Zhang Dashuai said, he burst out laughing: "This is called giving treasure to a hero, beauty to match a hero..."
When he said this, Song Yi couldn't help but have a hint of envy in his eyes.
When Lin Xing heard this, he felt that the news was too outrageous, and immediately corrected it.
The cat doll crawled out from under the bed and asked curiously: "What on earth were you doing outside?"
Song Yi was slightly startled, always feeling that the other party's statement was a bit strange, but he still smiled slightly and said: "That's right, the commander-in-chief gave you this treasured armor specifically to make Brother Lin feel safer on the battlefield in the future. After wearing it,
Being able to be injured without dying, it can be called a life-saving weapon on the battlefield..."
It's just that Shi Yingwei is responsible for things like public security and suppressing bandits, while Song Yi in front of him is responsible for logistics, baggage, especially firearms and bullets.
But Lin Xing knew that there was no way around it. He could only make up for it with his own diligence and practice more every day.
So after Song Yi and others left, Lin Xing ordered someone to stuff the armor into the corner of the room. He obviously had no intention of wearing it.
Of course he knew that with the strong physical fitness of the masters in this world, wearing heavy armor would inevitably lead to a qualitative leap in destructive power and survivability on the battlefield.
"Ah?" Lin Xing was just wondering what the strange method of making this armor meant. He couldn't help but said after hearing the second half of the sentence: "Then if I put on this armor, wouldn't it be harder to die?"
Song Yi didn't care about this, and just continued to chat with Lin Xing.
But Lin Xing's eyes were full of disgust when he looked at the armor.
"This Pure Heart Talisman has the effect of calming the mind and can enhance the effect of meditation. It is just in time for me to practice meditation after I have mastered the charm."
In the next few days, Lin Xing either took a walk or practiced the Heart Clearing Mantra every day, waiting calmly for his injuries to recover.
Song Yi introduced at the side: "This liger armor is a family heirloom armor that was secretly kept by a wealthy family in Dongya Mansion. It was made of hundreds of steel. After the armor was completed, it was sacrificed with lion's blood and tiger's blood for hundreds of days."
Once it's done, you'll be invulnerable after putting it on."
Lin Xing stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling the injuries on his body, and let out a long sigh.
It happened that he practiced the sickle technique for the first time, and when he awakened the memory passed down by the Taoist boy at that time, he remembered a charm called the Qingxin Talisman.
Looking at the group of soldiers struggling, it was obvious that the contents of this box were not light.
But compared to improving his defense, he would rather die easily, so that he can hone his skills in life-and-death battles again and again and find the optimal solution to the battle.
He summarized the experience of this battle and the profound lessons it brought to him, and said slowly: "The biggest lesson this time is that you shouldn't get hurt."
Because his whole body was injured and all was bandaged and given medicine, it was almost difficult for Lin Xing to move.
So for the next few days, he simply lay in bed and recuperated, letting the servants change his dressing and feed him.
Song Yi clapped his hands, and the soldiers on the side immediately opened the big box, revealing a set of armor in the box.
He didn't know whether it was because his body was strong enough, or because the medicine in Mirror World was really magical, but Lin Xing felt that his injuries were healing much faster than he imagined.
It was a set of armor that was entirely silver-white and covered all the limbs from the head to the torso. The helmet, shoulders, and wrists of the armor were in the shape of lion's head or tiger's head.
The officer on the side said: "The commander-in-chief cherishes heroes and values heroes. Lin Xing has received such a great favor. From now on, he will definitely be grateful and die in service to the commander-in-chief."
If he hadn't found the evil-suppressing talisman in order to deal with the mountain god, he would probably have reached the first level of the talisman by practicing the Pure Heart Talisman.
Bai Yiyi was shocked by the performance of Zhang Dashuai and the others. She did not expect that Lin Xing gained the trust and appreciation of the other party in just a few days.
A middle-aged man who was blind in one eye walked up to Lin Xing and said: "Brother Lin Xing, I'm Song Yi. I heard a few days ago about how you fought alone in Wolong Mountain and defeated thousands of bandits.
When I saw him today, he turned out to be an indomitable hero."
She couldn't help but think in her heart: "Although Lin Xing sometimes gets sick, he is still ambitious and capable, and he has established a foothold here so quickly. Alas, if I had had him making suggestions behind my back in Taiqing Sect,
Maybe he has become the master of the sect long ago..."
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Lin Xing secretly made up his mind: "From now on, I will either die or be uninjured. There can be no in-between situation anymore."
"Well, the disadvantage of becoming stronger is that it's not so easy to die."
Suddenly a group of soldiers came in carrying a big box.
"When I was injured, I should fight to the death immediately. I could never lie down and be rescued like this time."
Because his injury had not yet healed and he could not practice boxing or kicking, Lin Xing planned to practice his spell skills.
The one-eyed man in front of him named Song Yi, like Shi Yingwei who had suppressed bandits before, was one of Zhang Dashuai's four lieutenants.
After seeing the condition of his physical body, he sighed again: "Until the injury is healed, it will probably be difficult for me to practice martial arts. This time I will suffer a big loss, it will really be a big loss."
At this time, I discovered that the progress of the practice of talismans increased very slowly, far exceeding that of martial arts such as Taiqing Changquan.
"Brother Lin, you have this armor. When you charge into battle in the future, as long as you don't encounter a large-scale volley of gunfire, you will no longer be afraid of the shooting of ordinary gunmen."
At noon that day, Lin Xing finally got up from the hospital bed and began to walk in the courtyard with the help of the servants.
Lin Xing said helplessly: "I didn't die, I was rescued."
Lin Xing has been in Marshal Zhang's mansion for a while, especially these days when he is recuperating every day, and he has heard about the powerful people under Marshal Zhang.
After returning to the wing, Lin Xing asked the servant to bring him paper and pen.
In the wing room on the other side.
Originally, he thought that Dashuai Zhang's reward was just the set of liger armor, but he didn't expect that when he came back from a walk that day, he saw a woman sitting on his bed.
Looking at the woman in front of him who seemed to have applied dozens of layers of beauty, Lin Xing wondered: "Who are you? Why are you in my room?"
The woman glanced at him indifferently and said softly: "My dear Mo Xingyi, by the order of the commander-in-chief, will be Mr. Lin's maid from now on."
A servant came up and said in Lin Xing's ear: "She is the shepherd of Tianqinglou. Originally, the commander ransomed her because of her pitiful life. Now she is rewarded to you, Chief Lin."