Since Wu Song and Shi Qian were supporting him in front, Ximen Qing smiled and stood behind to watch the show.
The leading postman waved his sword at Wu Songyuan, turned around and looked at the brothers behind him: "You see, this guy came to seek death after he was full. He boasted to the sky, and with just a pair of meaty fists,
Can it be compared to my steel knife?"
"I, Liu Er, am not just bragging. I have mastered these thirty-six sword techniques. Even if the tiger-killing Wu Song from Qinghe County comes, he will still be the ghost of my sword!"
"Brother is mighty!"
"Ten Wu Songs are no match!"
It was like a pot was exploding from behind, with all kinds of boasts and complimentary words being heard.
Liu Er felt very proud when he heard this, and put the knife on his shoulder: "Have you heard that? If you are wise, please kowtow to grandpa a few times and leave the girls behind here. Grandpa will spare your lives."
"You guys, how dare you come to entertain the master!" Wu Song was not angry but laughed and said, "You are asking for a beating, so don't blame the master for being heavy-handed!"
How could these guys know that the person standing in front of them now is the real Wu Song!
"Since you have a request, I will satisfy you!" Wu Song sneered: "Disciple, here comes the shield!"
"The tiger-fighting hero finally recognized himself as his apprentice!" Xiao Tianqing heard Wu Song say, and she trembled with the cry of "disciple". She jumped down from the carriage, picked up the iron shield, and walked in three or two steps
Come to Wu Song and hand over the iron shield.
"Hahahaha!" Liu Er laughed when he saw Wu Song getting a shield: "Brothers, do you think this guy has lost his mind and gone crazy? Do you think you are fighting? Besides, what's the use of just a shield?"
Wu Song ignored this guy, but carefully put the shield on his left arm, and said to Xiao Tianqing: "Disciple, today is a rare opportunity for you to see clearly how the set of moves I taught you are used in actual combat!"
No matter how good you are in martial arts, you still can't succeed without actual combat experience. This is a great opportunity to show Xiao Tianqing some actual combat.
"You're really looking for death!" With a laugh, Liu Er waved his sword and struck Wu Song head-on!
Wu Song sneered, lifted his shield as if it was nothing, and rushed out with a lunge. He just turned slightly to dodge Liu Er's knife. When Liu Er came to his senses, what was coming straight towards his face was
A heavy and cold iron shield!
A man's face is made of flesh, but his shield is made of iron!
And Wu Song not only borrowed the weight of the shield, but also the power of charge! A collision! A swing!
The result was that Liu Er's fat face was slapped hard on the shield, with a muffled sound! His face was completely deformed! And Liu Er's whole body was thrown away by Wu Song's swing, including him and his knife!
The postmen who were making noise at the back were dumbfounded! Is this still a human being? This is like a big car hitting us head-on!
What a cruel move! Ximen Qing watched from behind and couldn't help but gasp. Liu Er was not worth it. Wu Song weighed about one hundred and fifty sixty pounds, plus a thirty-six pound shield. This kind of momentum,
I guess Liu Er can’t keep his mouth full of teeth!
Xiao Tianqing saw this kind of scene for the first time, and his hands were so nervous that he sweated. Wu Song's move opened his eyes. It turns out that shields can also be used as weapons!
With a "wow" sound, Liu Er spat out a mouthful of blood from his teeth and shook his head. This time he managed to avoid a concussion.
"Brothers, come to me! If you beat me to death, it's mine!"
"With my two brothers at the festival level in charge, beating people to death is just like drinking water!"
"There are several girls in the team. Whoever puts in the most effort can be chosen to sleep first at night..."
The postmen who were a little hesitant immediately started to move after hearing Liu Er's words of encouragement. Two of them were still looking at Xue'er and Pan Jinlian on the carriage not far away, as if they were choosing.
.
"Come on!" I don't know who shouted: "No matter how ruthless he is, he is still alone!"
"Little girls, come on, brothers!" Immediately, another voice also shouted.
Pairs of red eyes looked towards the carriage!
In the carriage behind, An Daoquan frowned and inspected Lu Junyi's injuries. There had been a bumpy ride just now, but Lu Junyi's injuries were too severe and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he fainted.
The prodigal son Yan Qing was anxiously waiting for An Daoquan, while listening to the noise outside. When he heard the shouts of the postmen outside, he couldn't help but rush out, but was stopped by An Daoquan.
"Don't worry, little brother, there is Wu Song outside. Even if there are sixty or seventy people here, they are no match." An Daoquan lifted up Lu Junyi's clothes to check, and Juzi was also helping: "You go out now, and someone recognizes you, but you are a
trouble."
"How is my master's injury?" Yan Qing gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to go out to help.
"I'm afraid the situation is not good..." An Daoquan looked at it for a while and started to sweat.
Facing the rushing postmen, Wu Song stood motionless with his shield in hand. Even when Shi Qian came to help, Wu Song stopped.
"Disciple, watch carefully!" Wu Song shouted, commanding his whistle stick, spear, and shield, and rushed forward!
"Okay!" Xiao Tianqing clenched her fists and responded loudly, watching Wu Song's movements without blinking!
Bump! Push! Push! Split! Wu Song's movements were as fast as lightning. The extremely heavy shield was waved effortlessly in his hands, blocking left and right!
A postman stabbed Wu Song in the lower abdomen with a spear, but Wu Song gently pushed him away with his shield. When he came to his senses, a fist as big as a casserole had already flown up!
The gun fell! People flew! Teeth shattered!
Before they had a cup of tea, except for Wu Song, who was holding a shield and standing in the center like a god of war, there was no postman who could stand up. Only then did they realize that they had kicked an iron plate!
"Okay! Second brother makes a good shield!" Ximen Qing was greatly surprised when he saw it. Wu Song's actions reminded him vaguely of a certain American TV series he had watched that was full of flesh and blood.
In fact, any well-made movie, no matter how good the 3D effect is and how much ketchup is there, will not have this immersive feeling!
"You...have caused a big trouble!" Old Sun stamped his feet anxiously and looked at the wailing postmen everywhere: "If Cai Jiejie finds out about this, something big will happen!"
"Haha, don't talk about the provincial level, what if the prefect knows about it?" Ximen Qing took out the waist badge from his arms and slowly waved it in front of Lao Suntou's eyes.
Sure enough, Lao Suntou was worthy of being in charge of the inn for more than twenty years. He recognized it immediately, and his wrinkled face could not hide his surprise.
"Imperial City Secretary!"
Old Suntou could not remember the year when officials from the Imperial City Division appeared in front of him. However, Old Suntou knew that the Imperial City Division was directly responsible to the officials and rarely appeared outside Tokyo.
"That's right." Ximen Qing smiled brightly and looked at the postmen rolling on the ground: "It's not us who are causing trouble, it's them who are."
Sure enough, once Huangchengsi's waist card was revealed, it was unimpeded.
Old Sun squeezed his sweat, walked up to Sun Er who was covering his mouth and groaning, and kicked him twice: "Did you hear that? I'm from the Imperial City Department! You guys usually pretend to be powerful, but this time you know how powerful you are! You are really causing trouble!"
Then, Lao Suntou went to the other postmen, and each of them gave him two or three thumbs: "Why don't you go back to work! Why are you still here?"
Ximen Qing knew that Lao Suntou did this, firstly, to express his attitude, and secondly, to absolve these postmen of some guilt. He couldn't help but nodded secretly. Sure enough, Jiang was still old and hot, and he didn't want those young postmen to be arrogant and domineering.
When the postmen heard Old Sun's first words, they were all frightened to death and immediately dispersed in a fit of piss.
"Sir, you see these are just here and are ignorant." After giving the postman a lesson, Old Suntou ran to Ximen Qing and saluted: "It's windy outside, sir, hurry up and bring the convoy in?"
"Okay." Ximen Qing nodded: "How many yards do you have? We have many people, so we have everything covered."
"It's easy to talk about." Old Suntou led the way: "There is a big yard at the back. I will go and clean the upper rooms so that the adults can live in peace of mind."
"We have servants and we will clean it ourselves." There were two people in the carriage behind who were not visible. Ximen Qing did not want to cause trouble: "Go and arrange some food. I will send someone to get it later."
"Okay!" Lao Suntou agreed in his mouth, but he couldn't help but think in his heart: "The Imperial City Department is really mysterious in its affairs."
The motorcade drove into the courtyard behind the inn. Ximen Qing, Wu Song and others checked and found that it was indeed empty. A few upper rooms, plus other rooms, were enough for them to live.
"Third brother, please hang my badge at the gate of the courtyard." Ximen Qing handed the Imperial City Division's badge to Shi Qian: "You are guarding. As long as you are not one of ours, no matter who it is, you will be guarded."
Don’t let in.”
"With this waist card, even the Cai Jie level mentioned by Liu Er will not dare to break in. If something happens, send a signal to the courtyard."
"Brother, don't worry, this little thing won't bother me." The flea on the drum chuckled twice: "I remember when I stole things, I would be lurking on the roof beams all night long..."
Ximen Qing raised his thumb and made a "I'll leave everything to you" gesture, picked up Wu Song and walked into the yard.
"Brother Xiao Yi, come down." Ximen Qing coughed in front of the carriage: "There are no outsiders in this yard."
The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing Yan Qing with an anxious face: "Thank you, Lord Ximen, for your help. It's just that my master has been bumpy along the way and is already unconscious..."
"What?" Ximen Qing was slightly startled and looked inside the carriage. Sure enough, Lu Junyi closed his eyes tightly, his face was like gold paper, and he was lying motionless in the carriage.
An Daoquan gently shook his head behind Yan Qing, indicating that Lu Junyi was dying.
"Bring the person inside the house first!" Ximen Qing understood what An Daoquan meant, and felt cold in his heart. Could it be that the famous Jade Qilin in Daming Mansion is going to die here tonight?