"Sir, why don't you let him go with Wen Zhong to fight the water ghosts in Xichu?" This is a tall man whose age is hard to tell. He has a very special appearance. He has two large deep growths on his face.
The blue birthmark looked very scary, his eyes were slanted, his nostrils were pointing upward, he was weirdly ugly, and his long beard almost hung down to his waist.
Song Qiqiu sat up, pointed to the bed and said to him: "So it's Lao Jiu, come on, sit down. When did you come back?"
The ugly man whom he called Lao Jiu was not polite. He sat down on the side of the bed, stretched out a pair of withered yellow hands, and grilled them against the blazing charcoal fire on the brazier. His face seemed to
With an extremely tired look, he said: "Sir, Lao Jiu just came back. I heard that there is a lot of fun happening on the river in the north of the city, so I stopped by to take a look, otherwise I would have come back too early."
Song Qiqiu nodded, and after sitting cross-legged, he called out: "Send the prepared wine and food here. You all should step aside. No one is allowed to approach the bedroom without my calling."
A guard outside agreed, and in a moment, several food boxes were brought in, which contained more than a dozen exquisite side dishes, and two pots of Shaoxing daughter's red wine. After the guard arranged the food and wine, he withdrew. The ugly weirdo named Lao Jiu,
When he saw the food and wine, he got excited, grabbed a pot of wine, took out an exquisite copper pot from his pocket, poured the wine into the copper pot, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, you still remember that I like to drink this kind of wine.
"
Song Qiqiu waved his hand, laughed a few times, and then said: "Lao Jiu, it's a strange day this year. It's already the twelfth lunar month of winter, but there's not a speck of snow. How about the north?"
While Lao Jiu put the copper pot on the charcoal fire to warm it, he picked up a few side dishes and took a few random bites. Then he seemed to be energetic and said: "Sir, there has been no rain in the north this year so far.
A snowfall is really strange. I heard that there was plenty of rain in the Great Wasteland area this year, but Lao Jiu didn't have the chance to go and see it."
"If you have a chance, next year you can go to Ten Thousand Horses City in the Great Wilderness, so you can appreciate the scenery of the Great Wilderness. What will you gain from this trip to the north?" Song Qiqiu looked at the ugly man next to him with interest.
While eating and drinking, he asked about his harvest from this trip north.
"Then the relationship is good, Lao Jiu can do things for you again. Sir, the people from the Central Plains are too cunning, and there are many tricks. Lao Jiu doesn't like to deal with them. That old ghost Feng is especially dishonest. What he said, Lao Jiu
He didn't like it very much. He asked Lao Jiu to give a message to the adults. He said that the people from the south are weak and cannot make a difference, while the people from the north are fierce and kill too hard and cannot win the hearts of the people. Only the people from the Central Plains can succeed if they take advantage of the right time, place and people.
Big deal. Sir, what is he talking about? Lao Jiu always feels that this old man is thick-skinned and is praising himself. He also said that he hopes that you can go to the Central Plains. He admires your talent and knowledge and wants to get acquainted with you.
Ichiban. Lao Jiu likes to hear this."
The ugly man was eating and talking to himself, and from time to time he would raise his head to glance at Song Qiqiu, as if he wanted to see a happy expression on his face.
After listening to the ugly man's words, Song Qiqiu looked a little ugly, and repeated to himself: "Southerners are weak, they can't make a difference... Southerners are weak, southerners are weak... Hehe, what a weak southerner, this old fox
, it is indeed an old ghost who has become a spirit, and can see more clearly than I do. Alas, I have received great favor from the late king, how can I abandon it?"
The ugly man had almost finished eating and drinking, wiped his mouth, looked at Song Qiqiu strangely, and asked: "Sir, Old Ghost Feng also said that a young man named Kang Long came to Jinling a few days ago. He
He said that this young man is probably the saint of salvation chosen by Buddhism, and he asked you, sir, to pay attention. Sir, what exactly is the saint of salvation? Is it very powerful?"
Song Qiqiu sneered and said: "You don't say anything about the strange power and chaos of the gods. Feng Laogui claims to be the first person in the Confucian sect, and he would say such a thing. It's really ridiculous. From this point of view, this old guy
That's all. Kang Long, I have indeed heard a lot about this person recently. He was present at the Taoism Conference. Some time ago, he led a group of beggars to destroy the Tengjiao Gang's lair. He is indeed a rare talent. Unexpectedly
He came to Jinling again. To say that he is some kind of savior would be a bit too much. Huh, in these troubled times, it is really ridiculous for a person with no foundation to want to be the savior of troubled times."
Lao Jiu nodded as if he understood something. Song Qiqiu suddenly pointed at him and said with a smile: "Lao Jiu, what do you know? By the way, you just said that you visited the two water villages in the north of the city.
Didn’t you see who was attacking the navy camp?”
Lao Jiu said without thinking: "They are a group of beggars. Sir, you think it's funny or not. The boats that the beggars took were also shabby. Lao Jiu was surprised that such shabby boats could still be on the river.
walk."
"Beggars? It can't be such a coincidence, right? He just brought up Kang Long when he brought people here?" Song Qiqiu finally felt a little moved and said to Lao Jiu: "Lao Jiu, go to the Shuizhai camp in the north of the city and take a look.
, see if there is that Kang Long, what kind of person he is, if you can capture him, capture him."
Lao Jiu happily agreed, took the copper pot, poured another pot of wine into the copper pot, and then walked out happily.
Song Qiqiu was no longer sleepy. He put on his cotton robe and called the guards and maids outside to come in and clean up. However, he walked into the study next to him. A series of things happened recently in Nanping, Xichu, and Southern Tang. It seemed that
They are all related to this person named Kang Long. Many secret letters hidden in the secret room in his study mentioned this person. Song Qiqiu did not pay too much attention to this person at first. In his opinion, these things
Nowadays, those so-called Jianghu forces and Jianghu figures are nothing to worry about. Although they are powerful in mystical skills and can even fly into the sky and escape from the earth, they have no ability to change the world or change people's hearts.
When he first read about Kang Long's achievements at the Tao Discussion Conference, he classified him as a figure in the world. He didn't pay much attention to people like Lian Yunjiao, let alone the little Kang Long.
When he went to the west to fight against the Western Chu army for the first time, he only sent his disciples to fight, but he stayed in Jinling to enjoy the blessings. It can be seen that Song Qiqiu somewhat looked down on people like Lianyunjiao who became powerful because of their connections or personal bravery.
character.
Song Qiqiu picked up the secret letters again and read each one carefully. His brows furrowed more and more as he read them. Until he had read all the secret letters, he suddenly let out a sigh of relief and said to himself: "Look."
I have underestimated this person. I didn’t expect that he was actually the Military Supervisor of Huangzeguan of Jin State. In the battle of Huangzeguan, Guo Wei lost his troops and generals and returned in defeat. It was this man who was responsible for it. Fortunately, he invited Ma Dao
Po took action, and I sent Lao Jiu to help. Let’s capture Kang Long first and see what he is capable of.”
The old man seemed to think that with Lao Jiu taking action, this matter was a sure thing and there was no need to worry at all. It seemed that he was full of confidence in the man named Lao Jiu.
"In this world, I am probably the only person who knows Lao Jiu's true identity. Hehe, his appearance and temperament have changed drastically now, and he has no memory of the past. If I don't tell him, I'm afraid no one in this world can anymore.
I know who he is, haha!"
Song Qiqiu smiled proudly in the study, as if he was laughing excitedly because he had a treasure that no one knew about.
On the river north of Jinling City, half of the sky was red with fire. Countless warships, large and small, shuttled back and forth on the river. From time to time, there were fireballs, or artillery pieces the size of basins were bombarded by artillery carts towards the broken warships.
Those dilapidated warships were swaying on the river, struggling to avoid the fireballs or huge cannon stones that were blasting at them.
Occasionally, a large ship passed by, more than ten feet away, and a huge racket fell from the sky and smashed into the broken warships.
It's strange to say that those warships were already in such a state of dilapidation, but whether it was a fireball, a cannon stone the size of a washbasin, or a huge racket, after hitting them, they were about to capsize, but in the blink of an eye they were about to capsize.
He broke out of the enemy's formation and continued to wander around in a lively manner.
It is a pity that although these dilapidated warships are taller than those of the Southern Tang Navy, and the hulls seem to be stronger, these warships are in disrepair for a long time, and the gun carriages, large crossbows and other offensive weapons on the warships are
All the weapons were missing, and it was impossible to engage in a head-on confrontation with the Southern Tang Navy on the river. They could only fight continuously. Occasionally, a hail of arrows fired from the ship could only injure a few sailors or soldiers, and there was no chance of a fight.
to have a substantive effect.
The shouts of killing from the Jiangbei camp were loud and the drums were rumbling. The warships from the Jiangnan camp had just been ordered and were about to cross the river to help defend the Jiangbei camp. At this moment, they heard a roar from the other side.
There was a huge explosion, followed by flames that shot up into the sky, almost lighting up the night. The water on the entire river was shaken. The navy warships that had just assembled at the Jiangnan Camp were overturned by the sudden explosion.
Many of the sailors had no idea what was happening. For a moment, they turned around like headless flies and returned to the shore screaming.
Li Cunba stood on the bow of a large warship, looking at the fire on the south bank, laughing loudly, and then shouted: "My lords! My lord has blown up the Jiangnan navy camp. They can't come over without reinforcements.
It’s time for us to clear the roadblocks!”
Everyone agreed in unison, and twenty of the largest warships suddenly lined up along the river, blocking all the warships of the Southern Tang Navy from downstream. The hatches of the bottom cabins of the twenty warships suddenly opened, and strips filled with water were released from inside.
There were small boats carrying flammable materials, and on each small boat stood several dead soldiers with perseverance on their faces.
After the boat was put on the water, these dead soldiers all turned back and forgot to glance at their companions. They forgot that they were miles away and were still waiting for them to clear the roadblocks so that they could take advantage of the opportunity to rush out of their relatives blocked by the Southern Tang navy, and then
Resolutely light up the boat and rush towards the enemy!
The navy of the Southern Tang Dynasty fought with these enemies dressed like beggars for a long time, chasing them all the time. Seeing their embarrassed appearance, they had long looked down on these fighting enemies, but their boats were small, and those beggars were
They kept dodging and did not dare to join the battle, and they were also very depressed. But they never expected that these beggars would suddenly display such a fighting style that they regarded death as if they were at home and risked their lives!
Many sergeants of the Southern Tang Dynasty now understand that the reason why these warships have not confronted them head-on is because they are waiting for another ambush to break through the Jiangnan camp and cut off the reinforcements of their Jiangbei camp, so that they can attack them in one fell swoop.