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"What a loyal and loyal servant!" Even Wu Song couldn't help but praise him, and Ximen Qing was even more elated!
He is indeed the prodigal Yan Qing! He is indeed the prodigal Yan Qing!
Even at this moment, the prodigal Yan Qing's eyes were full of determination, his body stood upright, the crossbow in his hand was ready to go, and there was no trace of panic on his handsome face.
This kind of talent must belong to me!
"Is the injured person Lu Yuanwai?" Ximen Qing did not get up casually, but stood still and started talking to Yan Qing. If something went wrong, Yan Qing would definitely fire the crossbow without hesitation!
"We are also heroes in the world. As the saying goes, when we see injustice on the road, we will roar and take action when it is time to take action." Ximen Qing didn't care whether Yan Qing could understand or not, so he threw out a few fresh words first.
Unexpectedly, Yan Qing didn't feel anything at all when listening to the "hero song" of later generations. Instead, he sneered: "What nonsense? If you don't tell me your name, I won't be polite."
Only then did Ximen Qing remember that he didn't have a majestic name. Wu Song didn't have any serious name except for having beaten a tiger. Even if he pretended to be a tutu according to the novel, it was just a change.
Being given the name of a traveler is not considered prestigious, and I don’t know what Shi Naian thought at the beginning. He probably lacked imagination.
Shi Qian, on the other hand, was a mere thief who had a reputation as a flea killer, which made Ximen Qing envious and jealous, but then he thought about it, why not come up with one himself?
Hmm...one sword to defeat the Kyushu Yuanqi Man? It seems a little wrong, I am doing it with nothing.
Hate the sky without the ring and hate the earth without the control? I am not Li Yuanba either.
While Ximen Qing was hesitating, Wu Song coughed and stood up: "Does this little brother know how to fight tigers Wu Song? This is Wu Song's sworn brother Ximen Qing. He passed by here and came to check after hearing the cry."
When Wu Song said this, Ximen Qing had no choice but to stand up, clasped his fists at Yan Qing and added: "The surname is Ximen and the single name is Qing, Hao Chui Xue..."
"Chuixue, Ximen Chuixue?" Yan Qing didn't have much reaction after hearing Wu Song's name. He just nodded slightly. On the contrary, it was Ximen Qing's addition that caught Yan Qing's attention: "But if you try to capture the killer bee, write it down."
Ximen Chuixue from Chuixue Qixiushu?"
"Exactly." Ximen Qing never thought that he was already so famous. Even the prodigal Yan Qing knew about it, so he couldn't help but feel a little proud. He didn't expect that he would be as famous as Wu Song now.
"Are you Yan Qing, the prodigal son? Is that person behind you Lu Yuanwai?"
The prodigal Yan Qing, who was a little relaxed at first, picked up the crossbow again after hearing this: "What do you mean? I heard that you served as a county captain in Qinghe County. How come you are so familiar with the affairs of Daming Mansion? Who asked you to come here?
?Is it Li Gu or Liang Zhongshu?"
"Xiao Yi..." A hoarse greeting came from behind Yan Qing. It was Lu Junyi who pulled Yan Qing's clothes: "These two heroes do not mean any harm. Xiao Yi, please don't be nervous and help me up."
"Master!" Yan Qing didn't care about Wu Song and Ximen Qing in front of him. He threw away the crossbow and slowly helped Lu Junyi up: "Master is seriously injured, don't move lightly!"
"It's inconvenient to walk, but it's okay to say a few words." Lu Junyi shook his head, looked at Ximen Qing and said, "Lu is so embarrassed, it's a joke to you two!"
"How can Yuan Wai Lu speak like that?" Ximen Qing saluted and said, "It's just a tiger being bullied by a dog. Why should Yuan Wai Lu take it to heart? The three of us brothers took our families and rushed to Tokyo. There was a good doctor in the convoy.
Let’s give Mr. Lu external treatment for his injuries.”
"Uncle Lu?" Lu Junyi smiled bitterly and half-leaned on Yan Qing: "Unfortunately, my wife let the housekeeper steal it, but she kicked me out and became a rebel in Liangshan. If it weren't for the loyal servant Xiaoyi, Lu
He died here long ago.”
"Master! This is not the place to talk!" The prodigal Yan Qing looked around: "Since there are doctors in their convoy, it is better to find a secluded place to recuperate. If you stay here for a long time, something will happen."
Yan Qing, the prodigal son, usually hangs around the streets and relies on Lu Junyi's favor, so no one dares to mess with him. Therefore, he treats everyone except Lu Junyi as just passers-by and has no respect. Ximen Qing took the initiative to ask a famous doctor to check Lu Junyi's injury, and Yan Qing felt sad in his heart.
I just feel that I should take it for granted and have no feeling of gratitude.
"Presumptuous!" Lu Junyi grabbed Yan Qing's hand and scolded: "Usually you are unruly and unruly, so forget it, but now these two heroes have come forward, and you are still scornful in your words. If you don't repent, Lu will be here
Just waiting to die here!"
After speaking, Lu Junyi said to Ximen Qing in an apologetic tone: "Two heroes, Lu is injured and cannot salute. I hope you two don't care about it!"
"Master!" Yan Qing was sweating anxiously. Only then did he realize that he had neglected, so he had to bow to Ximen Qing and Wu Song as an apology: "Brothers, Xiao Yi is worried, please don't blame me!"
"What a prodigal Yan Qing!" Wu Song looked at Yan Qing's uninhabited look just now. Now, after being scolded by Lu Junyi for a few words, he admitted his mistake in person, which can be regarded as aboveboard, and couldn't help but praise: "You can't do this here.
If you stay for a long time, it’s better to leave as soon as possible. I wonder if there are any abandoned Taoist temples nearby..."
"The inn is not far ahead, so why should we find a secluded place?" Ximen Qing nodded and said, "You can only defeat the enemy if you anticipate them first. No matter who comes from Daming Mansion, they would not expect Lu Yuanwai to live in such a grand manner.
Entering the inn."
The prodigal son Yan Qing was dumbfounded when he heard this: "Brother Ximen, don't talk nonsense. That post station is not a place where ordinary people can just live. If there is no official road, how can you live there?"
"So that brothers will know that my waist card is much more arrogant than Lu Yin's." Ximen Qing stepped forward and helped Lu Junyi, and took out the waist card for Yan Qing to see.
Yan Qing, the prodigal son, really knew the goods. He took it over and took a look at it before exclaiming: "Imperial City Division? How come Brother Ximen has the title of Imperial City Division?"
Lao Suntou has been in charge of this inn for more than 20 years. He welcomes people and sends them there. I don’t know how many people from the government work here and stay here, but I have never seen anything like today.
Because the entire fleet did not look "official" at all, instead it looked like merchants visiting relatives, dragging several large cars with their families.
"This is a post station, not an inn!" Lao Suntou frowned and stopped him: "No idlers are allowed in!"
The two postmen nearby kicked two whistle sticks to catch up: "Go out, are you blind? This is not an inn. If you don't leave, you will be charged with collision!"
"Have you arrived at the inn?" Xue'er and Pan Jinlian were waiting impatiently in the big car behind. Pan Jinlian stuck her head out and looked: "Where is this?"
"Ah? This little lady is so pretty, isn't she?" When the two postmen saw Pan Jinlian, they immediately walked towards the carriage as if they were possessed by a demon, and even said rudely: "Where are you going, little lady?"
Ah? It’s getting dark soon, why not come over and have a bowl of wine with my brother, and let’s chat slowly..."
Just when Lao Suntou secretly sighed that these two postmen were having some unprovoked lust, and was about to stop him, Wu Song heard two miserable screams, but Wu Song got impatient and jumped off his horse, punching and kicking the two men.
The two annoying guys were beaten to a pulp.
"Good fight!" This time it was Xue'er who stuck her head out and cheered Wu Song.
Ximen Qing also looked at this scene with a smile and admired the sunset in the distance with his hands behind his back.
"Don't leave if you have the guts! Brother, you have to stand up first!" One of the post guards said a harsh word and ran towards the post station, apparently preparing to call someone.
"Don't forget to copy the guy!" Another postman lying on the ground shouted, covering his face.
"You guys leave quickly." Old Suntou persuaded him kindly: "These two guys were arranged by Cai Jiejie, who was imprisoned by the two houses of Daming Mansion. They are not to be trifled with."
Cai Jie-level? I don’t know if it’s Cai Fu with an iron arm or Cai Qing with a branch of flowers? No matter which one he is, he is just used as a fill-in in the novel and has no real skills at all.
Speaking of which, except for the twenty or thirty useful ones in Shuibo Liangshan, the rest are just trash fish...
"We're not leaving." Ximen Qing smiled. What's there to be afraid of with just a few postmen? What's more, there are Lu Junyi and Yan Qing in the convoy. If the noise is bigger now, it won't arouse other people's thoughts.
"Old man, I see that several of your postmen here are new here and don't understand the rules. We can teach you a lesson so that they can have a better memory so that you can discipline them."
"If you are willing to leave now, I will thank you all." After hearing what Ximen Qing meant, Old Suntou refused to leave and was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
I have managed this inn for many years, and I finally managed to get through to retirement. Unexpectedly, the superiors had just replaced the old brothers who had been following me for many years, and something happened today.
"Second brother, what do you think?" Ximen Qing turned to look at Wu Song.
"It's good to stretch your muscles and bones. You can eat more in a while." Wu Song shook his arms and replied. With just a few postmen, Wu Song estimated that it could be solved without even breaking a sweat.
"Ah? Young man, only by listening to others' advice can you have enough to eat." Old Sun was so anxious that he was sweating. He also saw that Ximen Qing was the leader of the group, so he pulled Ximen Qing's sleeve to persuade him.
"How can such a thing be so easy! You've beaten someone, and you want to leave?" At this time, the postman rolling on the ground gasped and cursed: "The brothers inside will bring the guys out immediately, you want to leave?
I can’t leave either!”
"Haha, after being beaten like this, you still have a hard mouth?" Shi Qian, who was behind the drum, came over just in time. Hearing this guy's impudence, he went up and kicked Chong in the face twice, and the postman suddenly became silent.
"It's them!" With a shout, the postman who had just escaped was carrying a simple knife, followed by six or seven big men, some with whistle sticks and some with fancy guns, rushing over: "If you are brave enough, don't leave.
!”
"Brother, stand back and watch Wu Song flatten these birdmen with his fist!"