The wind just now came, and Zhang Yang clearly heard the conversation between them. Although he only called the word "Guanzhong", there was no doubt that it must have been Luo Guanzhong. Otherwise, there would be no such coincidence.

At this time, Luo Guanzhong was still a young man. He went to Shi Nai'an's disciple and eventually became a great writer.

Zhang Yang's heart moved, one was pulled, and two were pulled, and they were pulled into the group.

"Please go to the humble house and sit down," said Shi Nai'an: "Madam, why are you still standing there? Let the guests enter the house quickly."

Only then did Shen confirm that he was really his relative, so he quickly lifted the curtain: "Please come in quickly."

Zhang Yang asked the guard to wait outside, and was polite with Shi Nai'an before entering the door.

Although there are only three thatched huts, the inside is very tasteful. Opposite the front door is a screen. Behind the screen is a desk with some calligraphy and paintings hanging on both sides of the walls. One of them is Haoran: a majestic man is riding on a big white-headed tiger with his eyes, and the strong fist is greeting the tiger's head.

The more I looked at it, the more familiar I felt. Why did that strong man who fought against tigers look similar to Bian Yuanheng?

"This is what I painted when I was writing a book." Shi Nai'an explained when he saw Zhang Yang staring at the painting.

"I dare to ask sir, why is this painting of Wu Song fighting tigers somewhat similar to Yuanheng?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"This..." Shi Nai'an said: "The characters in the book naturally come from real life, and are sublimated from real life. Wu Song beats tigers, and Yuan Heng also beats tigers with empty hands, so I connected the two together."

Zhang Yang turned his head and looked at Bian Yuanheng in disbelief: You kid, have you beaten the tiger with empty hands?

"This is true," Bian Yuanheng said, "but, I didn't kill the tiger with my fist, but kicked it with my feet. As a result, I hit the tiger's jaw, which was the key point of the tiger, as if it hit a person's temple, pure luck, luck."

"When the teacher was writing this paragraph, he was still recalling the process of the heroes of Bian. It was called Wu Song, but in fact it was about you, the heroes." Luo Guanzhong said from the side.

Bian Yuanheng was a little fluttering. He had killed a tiger with empty hands and was considered a famous man. However, no matter how powerful he was in the fight against the Tartars, he was not as satisfying as he was now. When he remembered the purpose of this visit, he wanted to change the topic.
Chapter completed!