A group of people return.
Wang San took Qiu Shui and the other two travellers, wandering slowly on the way back to Beijing.
At this time, there is already the fragrance of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. The weeping willows on both sides of the road are sprinkled on the lake, and the sparkling waves sway out of the green mountains in the distance.
The road ahead is an official road, and this bustling border area is crowded with merchants. As a trainee escort, Qiu Shui will not be arranged to escort such dangerous escorts. So the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds along the way was very pleasant. The carriage came to a long and narrow corner. In front of it was a temporary post station built by passing merchants. Several literati nominated it as Yunshuijian. This is a large open space located by the river with a wide view and picturesque scenery. Because there is still some distance to the next official post, businessmen have been accustomed to rest here for many years. Slowly, some people cut down nearby trees and made some simple tables and stools for everyone to rest and eat.
Qiu Shui: Master, we are at Shuiyun Stream ahead, let’s take a rest.
Wang San: Well, it’s a pity that there is no wine. It’s strange to say that when I went to get a drink this morning, no wine shop was open.
Qiu Shui: Maybe we got up too early and the restaurant hasn't opened yet. It doesn't matter. I see there are people taking a rest in front of us. Then we can go over and pay for a few bowls of it.
Wang San: Yeah.
Not long after, a group of people came to Yunshuijian and tied the carriage under a tree, leaving one person to guard it. The rest came to the wooden table and benches in the open space to rest. There were six or seven people sitting here in twos and threes, all dressed as businessmen. Qiu Shui came to an empty table, wiped the dust on the table with his sleeves, and then invited Wang San to take a seat. It was already noon and the sun was starting to burn fiercely, making people unbearably thirsty. Qiu Shui began to look at the people around him to see if there might be any merchants selling alcohol.
It happens to be. Not far away, there was a middle-aged man taking a rest. He looked like he was a shopkeeper. He was leaning lazily on a wooden bench, gesticulating with his hands, and giving instructions to his two children. The child took out a small child from his luggage. After opening the jar, the aroma of wine instantly spreads into the air.
Wang San: Oh, this tastes really exciting.
Qiu Shui swallowed even more, "Yes, the wine is good."
The middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper heard the compliments on the other end and called Qiu Shui over to get the wine.
"Young men over there, come over and grab a pot to quench your thirst."
Qiu Shui looked at Wang San, who nodded, so Qiu Shui grabbed the wine bottle and walked over quickly.
"Thank you, brother. How can we sell this wine? We don't drink it for nothing, but give us money."
"Hey, I won't give you the money for the drink. We should take care of each other when we go out. Don't be polite to me."
Qiu Shui thanked the middle-aged man, returned to where he was sitting, took out a whole salted duck bought in the city from his backpack, and put it on the middle-aged man's table.
"Brother, try the duck we bought."
"Well, young people are very particular about what they do."
"Hey, I should."
A few people were thirsty and didn't care much, so they drank a few big gulps in one go. For a moment, a cool feeling flowed directly into the chest, and the refreshing plum wine made everyone feel energetic. Then a sudden feeling of sleepiness came over him, and Qiu Shui felt like the world was spinning, and he fell down and lost consciousness.
"I'm sorry, little brother, there's going to be a fierce battle here today, and I'm afraid it's going to be bad for you if you stay here." As the middle-aged man spoke, he asked his men to carry Qiu Shui and his entourage into the escort vehicle, and drove the vehicle to the surrounding remote woods.
Sweating medicine is a common trick used by people in the Green Forest. Usually the medicine can last for seven or eight hours, and some medicines with less effective effects can make people comatose for three or four hours. Qiu Shui and his party, except for Qiu Shui himself, all fell into a top-heavy sleep until they were unconscious. However, Qiu Shui was only dizzy for the duration of a bowl of porridge before he turned over. Before he fell into coma, Qiu Shui heard what the middle-aged man said. It seemed that there was a fight in Yunshuijian today and he didn't want them to get involved. He turned around and looked at it as if he had good intentions. Wang San and three others were unable to take action.
In fact, there is nothing extraordinary about Qiu Shui. He can tolerate the medicinal properties of the Mongolian sweat medicine better than ordinary people. However, the folding fan that Ye Qiongyu gave him has a sandwich layer. In the dark layer, there is a self-defense fumigation grass that the Ye family does not spread. This special medicine The herbal medicine made can emit a faint fragrance that is difficult to detect, and can resist most of the poisons and darts that are often used to kill people in the world. In fact, the fan is in Qiu Shui's arms, and the effect of the anti-Mongolian perspiration medicine is partially blocked by the clothes. If Qiu Shui knew the secret, he would have taken out a fan and put it to the tip of his nose before being knocked down by the sweat medicine, and he would have instantly neutralized the medicine's power.
At this time, Qiu Shui regained his energy and called Wang San, but there was no response. Looking around, he saw that this was a forest not far from Yunshui Stream. Qiu Shui vaguely heard the sound of clashing swords in the distance, which sounded like iron, and the sound of people struggling and shouting. He couldn't care about that much, so Qiu Shui planned to go there. Find out.
A group of men in black stood at the wide intersection of Yunshuijian, blocking the way back and forth. A leader pointed at the middle-aged man sitting on a wooden bench and shouted:
"Brothers, this person is the big thief "Flower Demon" who steals flowers. Don't let him go today.
Middle-aged man: Just a few of you want to keep me? Also, I'm afraid you know better than I do whether I am a "flower demon" or not.
Boss: Stop talking nonsense. If Prince Duan wants you to die today, you won’t survive tomorrow.
Middle-aged man: That old man was afraid that I would tell the world about his shameful deeds, so he devised such a cruel trick. You are a poisonous human being, and you will deserve to die as a helper of the tiger. Stop talking nonsense and draw your sword.
The scene instantly became chaotic. The leader was the first to attack. He drew out the ghost-headed sword in his hand and assumed the posture of hiding the sword in all directions during the night battle. Then he swung the sword in the air towards the middle-aged man. The force of this sword was steady and heavy. If it hit him, it would definitely hit him. Cut people in half.
The middle-aged man didn't even move. He saw the blade passing by his eyes and was about to touch him. He suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked hard. He only heard a crunch, which was the crisp sound of bones breaking. The leader was like wow. He fell to the ground with a sound, rolled on the ground several times in pain, hugged his left leg and screamed. It turned out that the kick completely shattered his calf bone.
Seeing that their leader was kicked down, the rest of the men in black rushed over like crazy, each holding swords and sticks in their hands and waving them in the air.
The middle-aged man just sneered and said: What are you talking about? Come on together.
As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four, and a single man will inevitably be outnumbered. But that's talking about ordinary people. In fact, a Lianjiazi who has practiced a little has weapons in his hands, and three or five people can't get close to him. Moreover, the middle-aged man stood there steadily, with bulging temples and sharp eyes like golden lamps. He may have practiced kung fu for countless years.
The gangsters in black saw that just now they had formed a small circle with the middle-aged man in the middle. But after a while, they saw that the man showed no fear or even anger, so he backed away tightly. A few steps later, now, a group of people are surrounding the middle-aged man like a bonfire party. No one dares to move first. The leader outside the circle screams "Hey, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" from time to time.
Qiu Shui hid in the grass and saw clearly. He was too nervous to take a big breath and raised his eyebrows. The atmosphere was so tense that Qiu Shui was suffocated.
The stalemate circle shrank and widened for a while, as if the two sides were competing to see who had better concentration. Seeing that there was no more movement, the sky was almost dark.
Suddenly a muffled voice came from outside the circle.
"have you had enough?"
