Yue Fei pondered for a moment, clasped his fists and asked: "Your Majesty has an order, and I shall protect Tokyo to the death, but I don't know who the enemy is."
Zhao Fujin rolled his big and smart eyes, raised his finger and said: "All dishonest people!"
Li Yu chuckled and said: "General Yue, don't worry, this time it's not a big army pressing down on the border, there may even be a near miss. The general is sent back to Beijing just in case, after all, Tokyo Bianliang is the heart of the Song Dynasty and cannot be tolerated."
Not even the slightest bit wrong.”
Yue Fei nodded slightly. This was pretty much what he expected. At this level, he could naturally see the situation more clearly than ordinary people.
The recent behavior of the Zhengjing Sect can be said to be shocking and frightening.
So much so that everyone felt that Li Yu had some great backing, otherwise he would not have dared to act like this.
Only a few people knew Li Yu's true identity and his incredible courage.
The strange thing is that these people, who are usually very cautious and can hide faster than anyone else when encountering danger, are now staying with Li Yu.
Yue Fei stood up, pointed towards the south, and said: "I am leading 20,000 troops to the capital this time, and the rest of the troops have been properly arranged. The old incident of Privet's march south will not happen again. Your Majesty and the Taoist priest, please be at ease. I, the Song Dynasty
It is a powerful country in the Six Dynasties, not a weak country left to be slaughtered by others."
Zhao Fujin nodded vigorously and said to Li Yu: "Look, are you relieved now?"
Li Yu smiled bitterly in his heart, trying to reassure me that it was absolutely impossible.
He looked at the heavy rain outside the palace that was not slowing down at all, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said: "If the Yellow River breaks its banks, it will be a big deal. It's time for the rain to stop."
It rained heavily all over the sky, making everything wet, and the air was filled with thick water vapor.
Weather like this can easily make people upset, especially those who are already grumpy. You can just say something.
Bianliang Cross Street, outside the restaurant.
There was a man in a raincoat, and he cursed loudly: "Sir, the guests are full again. Is there no room available in Bianliang? If you let me know that there is room available, this fist will not recognize you."
The worker in the store smiled bitterly and said: "I really don't dare to lie. I said that the guest room and the woodshed are all full."
At the feet of the emperor, in the prosperous area of Tokyo, the waiter is a bit arrogant. Normally, when faced with such a situation, he would have turned his nostrils upward and chased people away.
Today was special, because the man opposite him was twice as tall as him, and he always leaned forward when talking to him, which gave him a strong sense of oppression.
Especially those two arms, which are as straight and thick as the old willow trees on the street, and the waist is like a millstone. When he opens his mouth, it is like spring thunder, making people fearful.
Fortunately, he was just a little irritable, but he was still reasonable. After complaining, he slammed the door and walked out.
"God, this thief will never stop."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunder exploded at his feet, making the big man step back in fright.
"Is that my brother Takejiro in front?"
The big man turned around suddenly and saw Song Jiang smiling and holding his hands behind his back under the eaves of the roadside. There was a big black man standing behind him.
"Brother Gongming!"
Wu Song went up to meet him, wiped the water on his face, and said: "After receiving the letter from his brother, Wu Song rushed to Bianliang without stopping. Who knew that he encountered a small incident on the way and was delayed for some time. Unexpectedly, he missed the chance.
It’s a big event that my brother is going to Tibet.”
Song Jiang said: "It doesn't matter, going to Tubo is not a big deal. I just wanted the brothers to get together and be comfortable and happy, so I wrote a letter to teach my brothers to come. By the way, what happened last time you left without saying goodbye?"
"Wu Song has a brother who has raised me since I was a child. However, his brother has a trouble-making temperament, which often makes him frightened. Last time I met a salesman from my hometown in Tokyo who said that my brother was being bullied, so I
Then go back and take a look."
"Oh?" Song Jiang asked as he walked: "What's the result?"
"Alas!" Wu Song sighed, stretched out his hand to wipe the water from his face, and cursed: "There was a rich man in that village who had an extra room. But this man's house was full of jealousy, so he didn't dare to stay in the house.
Go ahead and spend money to teach my brother to get married. He gets married every three days
On the 5th, he came to hang out with my brother when he was out. Later, someone saw him and told my brother that he wanted to argue with the prostitute. Unexpectedly, the rich man actually ordered someone to beat my brother until he could only breathe and hold on.
He died when he saw me."
Behind Song Jiang, Li Kui cursed: "Your brother didn't fight back when he was bullied, he's not a good man!"
Song Jiang quickly grabbed him and cursed: "Tieniu, shut up!"
He had always heard that Wu Song was two children born to one mother in the Wu family. Wu Song was eight feet long, handsome in appearance, and had hundreds of kilograms of strength. His brother Wu Dalang was less than five feet tall, with a ferocious face and a ridiculous mind. People in Qinghe County saw him.
He was born short and short, so he was nicknamed "Three-inch Dinggu Tree Bark."
This kind of person will definitely be bullied in the countryside. But he has a vicious brother like Wu Song. Sooner or later something will happen.
Wu Song knew Li Kui's temper and didn't care about him. He gave him a cold look and continued: "How can I swallow this breath, string together these adulterers with a knife, and then come to Bianliang to join my brother.
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Song Jiang nodded. This case was easy to solve. He didn't want to make any connections, so he whispered: "Let's go. Everyone has already held a banquet for you at Xin Xiangguo Temple."
"How is Master Lu always good?"
"Brothers are all very good. I just always think about my brothers." Song Jiang was also soaked to the skin. Fortunately, during this period, everyone gradually adapted to it.
They braved the heavy rain and came to Xinxiangguo Temple. As expected, it was filled with tables and chairs. Lu Zhishen came out to greet them and said with a big smile: "Brother, you have been away for so long, and you are back."
In the main hall, there were traces of burning wood. At this time, there was no cigarette left. It must have been raining for too long and the wood was soaked.
When everyone saw that Wu Song was depressed, he sat down and drank several bowls of wine, they didn't dare to come forward to ask, and they all looked towards Song Jiang.
When Song Jiang told the story, the crowd became excited and wanted to dig him out and kill him again.
Lu Zhishen comforted him and said: "People cannot be resurrected after death, so you still have to grieve. After all, that old man has such a brother. To avenge him, wouldn't it be better than so many unjust ghosts in this world?"
Just as he was talking, there was a sudden bang outside, and several of Lu Zhishen's rogue disciples rushed out. After a while, they came in and said: "Master, the rain was so heavy that it washed down our plaques."
Lu Zhishen frowned and cursed: "Who controls the rain in this area?"
"Dragon King of Bianhe River."
The rain in the past few days has been really excessive, and it has long aroused public resentment, especially these bad guys, who are getting wet every day, which is not pleasant at all.
"The thief Qiulong, one after another, one after another, go to the Sa family and kill him to serve as a drink for the brothers!"
Wu Yong stood up to stop him, but felt his clothes being tugged. He looked down and saw that it was Song Jiang.
Song Jiang shook his head gently, Wu wiped his eyelids and sat down.
In such a short time, there were already more than a dozen empty bowls placed beside Wu Song. He glared angrily, slapped the table and said, "Let's go! Kill him!"
Two people came outside, one holding a Zen staff and the other holding a bright silver sword. They raised their heads and shouted loudly at the same time.
Lu Zhishen dragged Wu Song, waved his Zen staff toward the ground, and sent the two of them up into the clouds. Sure enough, there was a dragon rolling in the clouds, moving clouds and spreading rain.
"You bird dragon, it rains day and night, and it never stops. It makes grandpa feel very irritable!" Wu Song scolded: "If I don't kill you, it's hard to eliminate the hatred in my heart."
"Bold!" The Dragon King of Bianhe turned his head. This was the first time he saw someone dare to talk to him like this.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a Zen staff swung down with great force. Although Lu Zhishen had a bold temperament, he liked sneak attacks when fighting, and his body skills were as fast as lightning. If his hands were not strong enough, the Dragon King would not be able to dodge. , half of his face was smashed, but he narrowly avoided critical injuries without having his head smashed.
The Dragon King of Bianhe was so dizzy from the beating that he shook his head. Wu Song had already ridden him to his neck. He grabbed the dragon's horns with one hand, raised his fist as big as a hammer, and used all his strength to just beat him.
After fifty or seventy punches, blood burst out from the Dragon King's eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.?
