Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Yang Ge jumped onto the bow of the boat, raised his knife and shouted with a red face.

The eight people on the small sampan looked at him in astonishment, as if they didn't understand how the attitude of this stubborn man who just refused to give in could suddenly undergo such a huge change.

But soon, the eight people suddenly reacted and were speechless for a moment.

This stubborn attitude could suddenly change so drastically only because of the "reason" Ma Laoliu said just now.

Does that "reason" make sense?

Of course it makes sense.

At least they all think they have a point.

But is that truth important?

Of course it's not important!

Even the youngest and most energetic Li Jincheng never took this truth to heart.

Only children can be reasonable.

Is it because their chain docks are able to occupy the Jianghuai waterway because their chain docks are justified enough?

of course not!

It's because their fists in Lianlianwu are hard enough, their knives are sharp enough, and they have enough minions!

Such a simple truth, even the hard man carrying the bag on the dock can tell it one, two, three, four.

That stubborn person has already become an embroiderer and a guard of thousands households. How can he not understand?

But they never thought that the pros and cons that they put on the table as conditions would be ignored by others.

On the contrary, it is something that they themselves do not take seriously, but others take it seriously.

You obviously understand, but you can still be persuaded by these insignificant things...

What kind of state is this.

They don't quite understand.

Subconsciously I thought he was a bit stupid.

Subconsciously, there is some admiration.

Some people are like that.

You may not understand him, and you may not want to be him...

But you can't help but admire him.

Because of what they insist on...

That's the way things are.

…

"come!"

Yang Ge slapped the blade of the oxtail knife on the bow of the boat and shouted angrily: "Whether you come one by one or together, I, Yang Erlang, will take over!"

The eight people on the small sampan looked at each other. In the end, Li Jincheng pushed Ma Laoliu, and Ma Laoliu said again: "Master Yang is joking, you are an upright and benevolent gentleman, and I, Lianlianwu, are not a shameless mob!"

"Since Mr. Yang is willing to give me the face of Lianlianwu, I will come down here to learn from Mr. Yang's clever tricks!"

"We are limited to ten moves. If Mr. Yang is more skilled and has five thousand taels of silver, I, Lian Lianwu, will give it to you with both hands!"

"If I narrowly succeed, please ask Mr. Yang to send someone back to Suzhou and change the plaque on the charity hall to read 'This charity hall is generously funded by Lianlianwu'!"

"What do you think, Mr. Yang?"

Yang Ge responded loudly: "When a man speaks, he spits and nails, no matter whether he wins or loses, I, Yang Erlang, will give you a banner at Lianlianwu in my own name!"

"Take the money back, you guys. Although I love money, I get it in a wise way!"

"As for whether the plaque on Suzhou Shantang can be changed, it depends on your own ability!"

Ma Laoliu clasped his fists heavily and said with a big smile: "You are really brave. No matter we win or lose, I, Ma Laoliu, am willing to make Mr. Yang my friend!"

"friend?"

Yang Ge sneered: "Wait until you clean your butt in Lianlianwu, and then come and make friends with me, Yang Erlang!"

Ma Laoliu was not angry, but solemnly clasped his hands and said, "It's a deal!"

Yang Ge held the knife and clasped his fists: "It's a deal!"

Ma Laoliu stretched out his hand, and a big man in black clothes behind him grabbed a steel knife and threw it to him. Ma Laoliu caught it and held a sword in his hand: "Master Yang is a guest from afar, please!"

Yang Ge raised the knife and pointed it at him: "Be careful, I have heavy hands. I only learned how to draw the knife, but I haven't had time to learn how to put the knife away!"

Ma Laoliu chuckled confidently: "Master Yang, just let go and do whatever you want. If I, Lao Liu, can't even take Master Yang's ten moves, then it's because my skills as Lao Liu are inferior to others, and I deserve this disaster!"

Ma Jichang, a "white stripe in the waves", has traveled across the Yangtze River and Huaihe River for many years. How can he be a person who has earned his fame in vain!

Yang Ge nodded: "Then I'll come!"

Ma Laoliu stood on the defensive with his sword.

Yang Ge jumped up and split Huashan with a powerful volley.

In an instant, the sharp sword light poured out like a waterfall, illuminating the eyes of countless people.

Ma Laoliu was greatly shocked when he saw this. Without any time to think, he suddenly stepped on the board of the boat and shouted angrily: "Fu Bo Sword Technique!"

The sword light was vertical and horizontal, and a surging sword light that was not inferior to Yang Ge soared into the sky.

"Bang!"

The two swords connected with each other, and the remaining force exploded into a splash of water two to three feet high on the river surface. The raging waves pushed the small sampan behind Ma Laoliu back several feet.

In the water that was like a pouring rain, the bodies of the two people who were fighting fell down, their feet slapped heavily on the river surface, and their figures rose into the sky again, wielding their swords to attack each other.

Yang Ge wielded the sword with both hands, his momentum was as fierce as a hungry tiger descending the mountain, one sword was fast, one was fierce, and the other was violent, and the wind followed the sword.

Ma Laoliu cheered up and fought with him for more than ten times with fast strikes. Then he felt his hands were numb and his inner energy was surging. He quickly pulled away and changed his moves. The fierce knife path smoothly turned into a dense knife network. If you want to use experienced hand-to-hand management to attack him, you must save him, and drag him past these ten moves!

"net?"

Yang Ge couldn't break through his net with several knives. The anger in his heart couldn't be vented, so he raised his knife angrily: "Can the net catch the carp, can the net catch the shark... The net is covered with frost and dew, break it for me! "

He slashed down with his sword, and his strong inner energy spurted out like a floodgate, turning into sharp sword energy that was as sharp as an ice knife, and slashed straight down.

Ma Laoliu in that compartment felt his scalp numb as soon as he saw the bright sword light shining like a golden sun piercing the clouds covering the sky and covering the sky.

Immediately, he no longer dared to hold back. He grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and roared at the top of his lungs: "Get up!"

He turned the steel knife sideways to his body and swung it out with all his strength.

There was only a roaring sound like a torrent erupting, and a turbid water dragon soared into the sky. It hit the head of several sharp sword auras that fell in front of it.

Li Jincheng, who was on a small sampan not far away, looked at the surging water dragon that looked like a man standing on a sailboat, and said in a voiceless voice: "Is this the 'Thousand Miles of Lake'?"

He had long heard that Ma Lao Liu had mastered a powerful sword technique during the flooding of the Bian River. He pestered Ma Lao Liu several times to see him, but Ma Lao Liu vaguely shied away.

I saw it today, and it was really majestic, and there was already a trace of the majestic atmosphere of the knife business!

At the right time, a voice sounded in Li Jincheng's ears: "What a fierce swordsmanship, what a fierce young man!"

Li Jincheng stared intently at the fierce scene where the two sabers collided, and asked verbally: "Second Uncle Wang, how can you gain other people's ambition and destroy your own prestige..."

Before he could even utter the last word "wind", he saw a figure fly out and hit the water heavily.

His eyes instantly straightened...

After the water splashed down, the tall figure wearing a prison ox embroidered suit and a black iron half-face mask stood on a wooden board with a knife, his breathing rising and falling rapidly.

When Li Jincheng saw the figure clearly, he also happened to see the figure looking towards the small sampan.

Their eyes met.

Li Jincheng looked away unnaturally.

…

"Do you recognize Lianlianwu?"

Yang Ge raised his knife, pointed at the six men in black clothes on the small sampan, and shouted in a thunderous voice: "Come again if you don't recognize me!"

Li Jincheng pinched his thigh secretly, gritted his back teeth and stepped forward.

At this moment, Wang Er, who had just spoken, stepped forward and blocked him: "The children of Jianghu, who have promised a thousand gold, were defeated by an upright and benevolent gentleman like Mr. Yang. I, Lianlianwu, will not be ashamed!"

Yang Ge held the knife before he dropped it, and shouted again: "So that you know, today I, Yang Erlang, will not argue with you about blocking the road and provoking troubles. I am not attacking you for being a serial dock thief, but I am attacking you for being a serial dock thief!" "

"If I meet some ruffians on the Bianhe River who are doing evil and causing trouble, no matter what their relationship is with you, I will do it again!"

"If one day you, Lian Lianwu, can no longer abide by morality, the day when Beizhen Fusi's suppression order is issued, that's when you and I will meet each other in arms!"

"I hope you can wait and take care of yourself!"

Wang Er clasped his fists in the distance: "Master Yang's advice will be kept in mind by everyone at Lianlianwu. I hope that one day, Master Yang can come to Lianlianwu and give me a chance to show my friendship as a landlord."

Yang Ge sheathed his sword, turned around and jumped on the boat: "If we drink from the same river and are friends, why borrow wine? I wish you all a good start and a good end, safety and success... Fang Ke, let's sail!"

Wang Er turned back and glanced at several men in black clothes. The six men in black clothes all clasped their fists and shouted: "Send you to Mr. Yang, everything will be smooth sailing and success will be achieved!"

The small sampan floated slowly to the river bank, and eight ten-thousand-ton boats sailed down the river.

"Clang."

A steel knife fell into the small sampan. Ma Laoliu climbed onto the small sampan on both hands and feet. He clasped his fists towards Li Jincheng with a shameful face and said, "Young Master, Lao Liu has embarrassed you!"

Li Jincheng hurriedly stepped forward to help him up: "Uncle Ma Liu, your sword's 'Thousands of Miles of Light' is an eye-opener for my nephew!"

Ma Laoliu lowered his face in shame and did not get up, feeling that he was too embarrassed to face his brothers.

Wang Er stepped forward and pulled him up forcefully: "No need to blame yourself, Old Six. That young man has already obtained the three flavors of the sword. As long as he doesn't die young, he will become a master of swordsmanship in the future. Even if it were me, no one would be able to get it. good!"

"Three flavors in the knife?"

Li Jincheng lost his voice in astonishment: "Did he start practicing swordsmanship since he was still in his mother's womb?"

Ma Laoliu sighed heavily in despair.

Wang Er glanced at him and said softly: "Young master thinks that the most important thing for a martial artist is, why?"

Li Jincheng pondered for a moment and replied: "Famous teacher, high skill, magic weapon!"

Wang Er looked at him, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That's not entirely true."

Li Jincheng said in surprise: "What is that?"

Wang Er raised his hand and tapped his temples, and then tapped his chest: "It's thoughts, mind, and breath!"

Li Jincheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that his old father seemed to have said the same thing.

Ma Laoliu looked at the fleet sailing away and whispered: "'Qianli Hua Ze' is my strongest sword, but before the sword was released just now, I had a hunch that I might be defeated by this sword, and it turned out that I was defeated." …It seems that I am really old.”

"you are young."

Wang Er also shook his head and sighed: "He is too young!"

…

The dusk fell heavily.

The sound of the laborers drinking and having fun in Shanhaiguan continued for more than ten miles.

On a steep hilltop outside Shanhaiguan, a broken "Practice for Heaven" flag fluttered fiercely in the deep dusk.

Under the banner, the three Lushan brothers rode together and looked at the lively firelight in the pass. Behind them were hundreds of unkempt and ragged men.

"Brother, why do you have to leave?"

Jiang Kui stroked the smooth mane of his mount and said in a low voice: "I have been promoted to the commander-in-chief of the Liaodong Dusi. From now on, I can lead the army independently. With everyone staying, I can drink big drinks and eat big meats. Brothers can all pursue a future... It is better than cultivating crops outside the country and suffering the hostility of the Tatars and the imperial court!"

Liu Meng sneered, turned his horse's head and walked towards a group of unkempt men.

Jiang Kui turned his head and watched him go away, his eyes dim.

Lei Heng patted him on the shoulder and said with a gentle smile: "It's not the first day you met him. He has such a temper. He can't let out anger and can't get along with anyone!"

"He doesn't understand, I don't blame him!"

Jiang Kui turned back and looked at his brother's kind face: "But brother, you should understand that I joined the imperial court and joined the army not for the sake of glory, wealth, and a wife..."

Liu Meng's harsh sneer did not change his expression at all.

But when he said this, his voice suddenly choked up and he could no longer continue.

"I understand!"

Lei Heng smiled and rubbed his shoulders vigorously, trying to make him relax.

But no matter how hard he squeezed, Jiang Kui's body was as tight as a stone.

He smiled helplessly, stopped and said: "Actually, Lao Wu's heart is bright. Don't look at him with a face of resentment all day long. When you send troops to Mobei, he is the one who cares the most, and he keeps talking about it all day long. Send someone to find out your marching route and find out your location... Enough with me, we've killed thousands of Tatars in this battle, so it's time to get to the bottom of it!"

"A few thousand won't be enough!"

Jiang Kui laughed, and there was no hint of laughter in his laughter: "It has to be tens of thousands to be enough!"

Lei Heng sighed softly.

"Brother, don't leave!"

Jiang Kui suppressed his smile and said seriously: "You take the brothers and stay here. How did we brothers live in the past and how we will live in the future."

Lei Heng glanced at him and shook his head. Although his tone was soft, he was extremely firm: "Everyone has his own destiny. Your destiny is in the military camp, and mine and Lao Wu's destiny is outside the customs."

Jiang Kui said anxiously: "Why? Isn't it revenge everywhere?"

Lei Heng was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed in the direction where the sound of drinking and having fun came: "Do you really think that there is a way for people like us in the Wei Dynasty to survive?"

Jiang Kui was stunned for a moment, and his face slowly dimmed.

Lei Heng slowly put down his big hand and said softly: "Da Wei is already old. His head and feet are rotten, and his body is covered with bedsores."

"Brothers can die on the way to kill the Tatars, or they can die under the Tatars' scimitars, but they cannot die under the oppression of those dog officials."

"No matter how hard life is outside the customs, I can't lead my brothers on the road to death!"

He turned the horse's head and finally patted Jiang Kui on the shoulder: "You just go ahead and do what you want to do. Just say a word when you encounter difficulties. Lao Wu and I are waiting for your letter at any time. Whenever you get tired, When you are tired or unable to work anymore, just come home. There will always be your hot kang and your job at home."

After saying that, he raised the banner of "Walking for Heaven" and shouted: "Brothers, go home!"

The men with unkempt hair and ragged clothes stood up one after another and shouted happily: "Go home..."

Jiang Kui stood alone on the top of the mountain, watching the broken flag slowly disappear into the night.

Looking back again, looking at Shanhaiguan in the distance, I could only see a faint light of fire, swaying in the thick night.