After explaining all the affairs, Zou Run left Tuoji Island by boat and headed towards the fishing village. He transferred to a small boat and went ashore. Then he picked up a few fast horses in the village, and with three or five followers, he jumped on the horses and whipped his whip, heading towards Dengyun Mountain. Galloping all the way.
When we arrived at the foot of Dengyun Mountain, Zou Yuan had already led a group of men dressed in red and colorful, waiting at the foot of the mountain beating gongs and drums. Seeing this, Zou Run dismounted from a distance, and Zou Yuan caught him with a smile on his face. The minions immediately started playing drums and the sound was astonishing. Zou Yuan waved his hand again, and a group of minions came forward carrying a soft sedan chair.
The group of people couldn't help but push Zou Run on the sedan chair, then beat gongs and drums, and went up the mountain happily.
Zou Run didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked why. Zou Yuan was half happy, half reproachful and said: "What a good thing you did! I have been away for more than two months. I just stayed on the island and was happy, and I didn't know how to spread any news or news." I, pitifully, I think you are thinking too hard, but I don’t dare to go down the mountain without your general command from the leader of Zou Dazhai. I finally waited for you to come back today, so I need to give you a good welcome."
Hearing the complaint in his uncle's words, Zou Run was embarrassed for a moment, and Nan Yan explained: "It's my nephew's fault that my uncle is guilty. Isn't it because of..."
"Hush! Be careful!"
Although Zou Yuan was angry, he understood the importance and hurriedly interrupted Zou Run. At the same time, he looked around nervously, fearing that someone might hear the "top secret conversation" between his uncle and nephew.
Zou Run smiled when he saw this, knowing that Zou Yuan was a smart guy, so he talked about his upcoming trip to Jeju. Zou Yuan was indeed unhappy when he heard this, and even turned dark.
"But tell me what to say to you? You have to count on your fingers. The Chinese New Year will be in more than a month. You have been away from home for a long time. As soon as you returned to the mountain, before your butt touched the bench, you came again. Go that far!"
"Then the 800,000-strong Forbidden Army instructor is really as heroic as you say? He is just as you said, and he only needs a few smart and stable confidants to go there, so what's the big deal?"
The soft sedan below me was rising and falling, people were blowing and beating around me, and I was looking at the familiar mountain road at my feet and the familiar mountain scenery on both sides.
After not returning to the mountain for two months, all the trees on the mountain have withered away. Everywhere you look, there are dead branches and yellow leaves, and no birds and animals. This is very different from the scene when Zou Run came down the mountain, where the red leaves were all over the mountain and the birds were singing in the wind. As he watched, Zou Run was stunned for a moment and forgot to reply.
Seeing that his nephew's eyes were lost in thought, Zou Yuan knew that Zou Run must be thinking about something again.
He could only open his mouth silently and swallowed all his complaints. The Juyi Hall was not far away. Zou Yuan quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pretending that nothing happened, and ordered the man on duty at the door to serve good wine and food. He also asked Zou Run to warm himself by the fire in the hall and rest. Then he silently went to the backyard and personally packed up Zou Run's clothes and supplies for his long trip.
Early the next morning, at the foot of Dengyun Mountain, there were three fast horses and two companions. Zou Run was dressed in a cotton robe and embroidered jacket, and took a waist knife wrapped in coarse cloth with him. When the first snowfall of winter came in Dengyun Mountain, , embarked on the road to Shuibo Liangshan.
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The weather was late in winter, with thick clouds and a strong wind, and there was another heavy snowfall. A flower gun, a baggage, Fan Yangli pressed low on his head, Lin Chong was expressionless, walking through the snow, just walking.
On the official road, a knight in red suddenly passed by him on horseback. The sharp whip brought up a strong wind, almost grazing Lin Chong's cheek and almost lifting his fan Yangli.
Not only was Lin Chong not angry, but he quickly lowered his head and covered the mask on his head. He was afraid that the golden mark on his face would be exposed - although there was a plaster there, it could not be hidden from the discerning eye.
In the past, unless he was a military horse sentry with urgent military information, Lin Chong would never allow the horseman to be so arrogant. This is an official road after all, and he is a martial arts practitioner. It doesn't matter if he is agile, but there are still many urgent situations on the road. They were chasing merchants and customers on their way, even women and children, and they had no ability to avoid fast horses. But... as a hunted bandit, Lin Chong could only bury his head lower, huddle up as much as possible with his huge body, and walk silently close to the roadside, lest he attract anyone's attention.
Seeing that no one was paying attention around him, Lin Chong reached out and touched his arms. There was a letter in his arms. It was a place given to him by the great official Mengchai. It was a thin piece of paper. Lin Chong looked at it at this moment. Like a treasure, in his heart, it weighs as much as a thousand catties.
Every half an hour, Lin Chong had to confirm whether the letter was there or not. This was a fatal task and there was no room for any mistakes. On the way from Cangzhou to Jezhou, Lin Chong kept asking around and around to find out that the leader of Liangshanshuibo, Wang Lun, a scholar in white, really did not have a good reputation.
Stingy, xenophobic, intolerant of heroes, etc. Anyway, he had never heard anything good about Wang Lun, so this letter became even more important.
The journey was very long, and sometimes Lin Chong would inadvertently wonder in his mind why all the powerful people in the world were just ordinary villains, not only in the Palace Commander's Palace in Tokyo, but also on the green forest road and in the Shuibo Liang Mountain. Is this destined by God? Do you want me, Lin Chong, to succumb to villains for the rest of my life?
Lin Chong asked the heaven and the earth to himself, but he couldn't get a definite answer. Although the closer he got to Jeju, the more he heard all kinds of bad things about Wang Lun. Even though he didn't want to set foot on Liangshan, his footsteps were still walking towards that place of assurance and unswerving. Although Liangshan was not He has good trees in Lin Chong, but the world is so vast that there is no second place for him to live.
The heavy steps suddenly stopped. In front of them was a wine shop leaning on a stream and close to a lake.
But I saw the silver thatched cottage, and the jade reflected thatched eaves. Dozens of old trees have branches, and three or five small windows are closed. The sparse thorns and fences are like a light carpet of greasy powder; the loess around the wall is like leaden flowers. Thousands of catkins float on the curtains, and thousands of goose feathers dance on the wine flags. There was a burst of thunder in Lin Chong's belly. After driving for a long time, he was already hungry.
"Forget it, let's have some food and wine here, and then ask the store owner for directions."
Lin Chong rushed into the wine shop, bought two jiao of wine, and ordered two kilograms of cooked beef. He ate a bowl himself, and asked the bartender to have another. During this time, he asked the bartender about the way to Liangshanbo, but he was abruptly told that the lake was After that.
Lin Chong stopped his chopsticks and stood there blankly. He had already arrived... He felt lost and suddenly lost interest in asking for directions. He just drank wine casually, one bowl, two bowls, three bowls... The bartender changed the dishes three times in a row. , held two jars of wine, but Lin Chong ate and drank them all.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Chong became drunk, his face flushed, and his ears were hot. He shouted: "Bartender! Bring me paper and pen!"
Seeing that Lin Chong was tall and had a voice as loud as thunder, the bartender did not dare to delay. He hurriedly came over with a pen and paper. Lin Chong turned around, splashed ink on the pink wall behind him, opened and closed the pen widely, and used the pen as a gun. Ink becomes blood, and you will be filled with sorrow and resentment, and you will spit it out quickly!
The poem says:
Lin Chong is the most honest and honest man.
The rivers and lakes are full of news, and heroes are gathered generously.
His life experience is tragic, his fame and fortune are in vain.
If he succeeds in his youth, he will dominate Shandong!
Lin Chong finished it in one breath, dropped his pen on the ground, and was about to recite, when he saw a man walking quickly, grabbed Lin Chong by the waist, and said: "You are so bold! You committed a heinous crime in Cangzhou, but here you are. See you. Now the lawsuit offers a reward of three thousand dollars to catch you, but what is going to happen?"
