At that time, the two of them fought for more than ten times. The martial artist showed off a flaw and let the gentleman come in with two swords. The martial artist turned around and watched carefully with a pair of tiger eyes, no matter how fast the gentleman's movements were. , but in Wu Song's eyes, it seemed like it was in slow motion. Wu Song opened his mouth slightly, raised his hand and drew the sword. There was a pop sound, and a stream of blood spurted out, and the gentleman's head rolled. It fell to the side, and the body fell on the stone.
The martial artist killed this gentleman and looked at the two swords in his hands. Under the clear moonlight, there was only a thin trace of blood staining the back of the sword, but the blade was still as cold as frost, flickering and killing people. Wu Song looked at the cold light and nodded to himself, thinking: "You are so good at swordsmanship, and now you are with me, this is a perfect match made in heaven. Wu Song will not humiliate you." Thinking of this, Wu Song couldn't help but smile. , then he wiped the knife clean on the corpse with care, then put it back at his waist. Then he strode into the nunnery and shouted: "That woman in the nunnery, get out of here, I won't kill you, I just ask you For a reason,"
Wu Song's loud voice spread like thunder, but after a while, he saw the woman walking out of the nunnery, and saw Wu Song standing at the door like a two-foot-tall King Kong, and outside the door lay the body of the gentleman, and the woman Not knowing Wu Song's good and evil qualities, he trembled and fell to the ground to worship.
The martial artist shouted: "Stop worshiping me. Just tell me where this place is and who the monk is to you."
The woman cried and said: "My family is the daughter of Zhang Taigong's family at the foot of the mountain. This nunnery is the nunnery of the ancestor of the slave family. I don't know where this gentleman is from. He came to my house to stay. He can speak good things. He claims to be familiar with yin and yang and can recognize Feng Shui, my parents left him in the village because they invited him to come here to watch the geographical Feng Shui on the grave. They were lured by his words and kept him for a few more days. When the boy saw the slave family one day, he refused to go. After living there for two or three months, he killed his father, mother, brother and sister-in-law, and then deceived the slave family into living in this tomb. This Taoist boy was also kidnapped from elsewhere. This ridge was called Centipede Ridge. This gentleman Seeing that this ridge had good feng shui, he named himself the Taoist King of the Flying Centipede."
The martial artist said: "In this way, you are also a pitiful person. Then...do you still have any relatives?"
The woman said: "I have several relatives, and they are all farmers. Who dares to argue with him?"
The martial artist said: "Does this guy have some money?"
The woman said: "He has also saved one or two hundred taels of gold and silver. Master, if you want it, I will take it out for you right now."
The martial artist said: "One or two hundred taels, no more, no less. Go and clean it up quickly, I will set fire to the nunnery."
The woman responded and turned around, just as she was about to go in, she suddenly stopped and turned around and asked, "Master, do you want some wine and meat?"
The martial artist said: "I'm hungry even though I'm walking. If you have something ready-made, you can take some and eat randomly with me. If you have wine, that would be even better."
The woman said: "There are good dishes on the table and plenty of good wine. Master, please come into the nunnery to eat."
The martial artist responded, and as soon as he took a step forward, he turned his eyes and said half-testing and half-jokingly: "What you said is quite strange. Could it be that you want to lure me in so that you can harm me? Please note that I have a knife in my waist. But they are very smart. If you harm me, they will come out of their sheaths and kill without me taking action."
After the woman heard this, regardless of whether Wu Song's words were true or not, she broke out in a cold sweat and said quickly: "How many heads does the slave family have? How could they dare to frame the master? The master avenged me, and the slave family can't be grateful enough. "
After hearing this, Wu Xingzhe secretly paid attention to the woman's expression. There was nothing suspicious. He immediately followed the woman into the nunnery with confidence. He saw wine and meat on the table by the small window. Wu Xing asked for a big bowl and ate it. , the woman had collected the gold, silver and silk, so the martial artist set a fire inside. The woman held a bag of gold and silver and presented it to the martial artist. The martial artist was very puzzled when he saw it, and then he refused and said: "I I don’t want what’s yours, take it for yourself and keep yourself healthy, walk quickly, walk quickly,”
The woman seemed to be in a dream after hearing this. She quickly thanked him and went down the mountain.
The martial artist threw the two corpses into the fire and burned them. He inserted his sword and climbed over the ridge at night. He took a meandering path and looked at the ground of Qingzhou. After walking for more than ten days, he encountered villages, roads, shops, and towns. As expected, there were notices posted everywhere in villages and towns to capture Wu Song. Although there were notices everywhere, Wu Song had already become a traveler on his own, but no one questioned him on the road.
At this time, the heat of summer was gone and night fell. Whenever there is rainy weather, severe cold will occur. The warriors bought wine and meat along the way, but they could not resist the damp cold power. As they walked up a hill, they saw something in front of them. A high mountain was very steep. The martial artist hurried down to Tugangzi. After walking for three to five miles, he saw a hotel in the distance, with a clear stream in front of the door and rocky mountains behind it.
Wu Song hurriedly took two steps, and when he looked at the hotel nearby, it turned out to be a small wine shop on the edge of the village.
The martial artist passed by the hillock, ran into the village tavern, sat down, and called out: "Master of the inn, please bring me two cents of wine first, and then buy some meat to eat."
The owner of the shop came over and said, "To tell you the truth, Master, there is only a little bit of Maochai Baijiu in the wine, but there is too much meat and it has been sold out."
After hearing this, the martial artist felt unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had walked a long way that day, and it was all in places with no villages or shops. It took a lot of effort to get here, but there was no meat to fill his stomach. How could this happen? Calling people to live, Wu Song sighed and said: "Then let's bring some wine to keep out the cold."
The owner of the shop agreed, and then went to get two cents of wine, a large bowl of wine, and taught the martial artist to eat. He also took a plate of cooked vegetables to satisfy his hunger. Wu Song, who had been hungry and thirsty for a day, was like a tiger pounced on food. Then he ate all the food on the table, drank all the two cents of wine, and asked for another two cents of wine.
The owner of the shop poured another two cents of wine and sifted it out from a large bowl. Wu Xing only ate seven or eight bowls. Apart from the bowl of food, his empty stomach was filled with some wine. The cold wind from outside blew in, stirring up Wu Song's drunkenness. I feel uncomfortable all over.
Wu Song rubbed his rumbling belly and shouted: "Master, you really have nothing to sell, so you still think I have no money. You take some of the meat you eat at home and eat it with me. I will count it as your money." "
The owner of the shop came over to accompany him and said with a smile: "I have never seen this monk. He only wants to eat wine and meat. Where can I go to get it? Master, I have really bought all of it today. I can't help you."
The martial artist was unwilling to give in and shouted: "I don't eat your food for free, why don't you sell it to me?"
The shop owner was a little impatient when he explained, and then he said with restraint: "I told you, we only have these white wines, and some cooked meats were all bought before. If you had come half a day earlier, there might be some beef left in the pot. This is just for now, but there is nothing else to sell you,"
Just when the argument started in the store, I saw a big man walking outside, followed by three or four strong men, striding into the store. The owner ignored Wu Song and smiled. He turned around to greet him and said: "Hey, Erlang, you are here. Please sit down quickly."
The man met the owner of the store, nodded and said, "What I'm going to pay you, have you arranged it in advance?"
The owner of the shop half bowed and replied: "The chicken and meat have been cooked and are now stewed in the pot. We are just waiting for Erlang to come."
The man nodded and said with great satisfaction: "Where is my blue and white vat of wine?"
The shopkeeper said: "They are all prepared here. I will take them and wait for you."
The man led the crowd and sat down at the table opposite Wu Song. The three or four people who came with him were sitting under his shoulders. At this time, the owner of the shop brought out a bottle of wine in a blue and white jar, opened it, and poured it into a cup. In a large white basin.
When the martial artist took a peek, he saw a vat of good wine under the stove. With the cold wind coming through the window, waves of mellow aroma came.
The martial artist held his nose straight and couldn't help smelling the fragrance, his throat was rising and falling involuntarily, and his alcoholic heart was itching for no reason, and he wanted to get in and grab the wine.
At this moment, the owner went to the kitchen and brought out a pair of cooked chickens on a plate, and a large plate of fine meat, which he placed in front of the man. He then placed the vegetables on the table and used a ladle to scoop out wine to scald.
Wu Xingzhe saw that there was only an empty plate with cooked vegetables in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. It was "full eyes but hungry belly", and the alcoholism in his half-belly was acting up again. Wu Song looked at it one by one. With that joking face, Wu Song wanted to smash the table with one punch and snatch away all the good wine and food. At that moment, Wu Song seemed to be humiliated, he slapped the table and shouted: "Master, you Come on, you're so good at bullying guests,"
After hearing this, the owner of the shop hurried over and asked: "Master, don't be impatient. Just ask for wine. I'll get some more for you."
The martial artist stared at the guy with his eyes open, and pulled the owner of the store in front of him with open palms. He shouted like a lion: "You don't know the truth, why don't you sell this blue and white vat of wine, chicken, etc. to me?" , I will also pay you back the money as usual,"
The owner of the shop was first frightened by Wu Song's attitude. When he heard the reason, he reluctantly explained with a smile: "The blue and white vat wine and chicken were all brought by Erlang's family. He just lent me the place to sit in the shop." Eat wine,”
The martial artist wanted to eat, but when he heard his words, he shouted loudly: "Fart, you are here to frame me again. I asked you just now, what do you say when there is wine and meat? They are all sold out. Just now I have eyes, see for yourself You have to understand, when this group of birds came in, one of them had a chicken in his hand, and the other one had wine in his hand. It's obvious that you are looking down on others, hiding all the good things, bullying strangers, but today you dare to bully me to my death. "Come on," Wu Song said and slapped the ingot of silver given to him by Zhang Qing from his arms on the table. Wu Song was angry and extremely angry at the moment. With the help of the wine, the strength in his hand couldn't help but lose control. The pen slapped the silver into the table as if it was a nail. The silver was flattened by Wu Song, and the base had already sunk three-thirds of the way into the table.