In 1116 A.D., in the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, social turmoil, natural and man-made disasters, and the people were struggling to make a living,,,,

Hunger, poverty, disease, etc., that hell is there, in paradise Hangzhou Ju'an folk music, a song and dance, prosperous. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ。。

In Hangzhou, there is no one who does not know the West Lake. Hangzhou is the most famous because of the West Lake, so it seems that Hangzhou is a good place for the West Lake. In fact, Hangzhou is really a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, just because of the West Lake, other places have become nameless. Let's talk about the southern suburbs outside Hangzhou, which is also a rare and good place.

It is completely different from the city of Hangzhou, it is quiet and peaceful, if it is more than a paradise.

Connecting it is the Wanting trail next to the official road, as well as the mountain stream that is entangled with it all the way. The creek is clear and tranquil, flowing with clear and soft water all year round, and the path beside it is silent. Along the path, there are only two farmhouses, next to the path in front of you, the stream, and the mountain behind you, unaware of the hustle and bustle of the world. Going in again, the path is narrower and deeper, stretching towards the mountain, where there is a small temple where only one person is repairing. The road seems to be coming to an end, and the source of the creek is on the side of the small temple, which is a small pool formed by the impact of a curtain only a few meters high...

Everything is pleasant...

It was midsummer noon.

Surrounded by mountains, mountain streams meander through them.

You can also hear the sound of laughter and laughter between the mountains and rivers, mixed with the sound of playing in the water and splashing water. "Plop" and "plop" twice. I saw two white bodies plunging into the water from the towering rocks, splashing all over the sky.

The surface of the water gradually calmed down, and suddenly a brain melon emerged from the surface of the water. He reached out and wiped his chubby face, his eyes looking around, his hands and feet swimming in the water with his body. He was only fourteen or fifteen years old, but he was better than a fish in the water. He took two turns in the water, found nothing, grinned, swam to the shore, and lay down on his back on the floating grass. The sun was dazzling, and he closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he stood up in the water.

He obviously felt the length of time, and exclaimed, "Xiaofu, Xiaofu?" but it was quiet, except for the sound of running water, only his own heartbeat could be heard. He was scared, feeling something touch under his feet.

"Ahh

There was a giggle from behind.

When the fat boy heard the laughter, he immediately relieved himself and said, "Scared me." After being in the water for so long, I thought you were eaten by fish?"

In the water stood a child of his age, who was very delicate, and his flickering eyes flickered, and he said, "Coward." But the fat boy was not angry, and said, "I am so tired and hungry." "Sit down under the big tree on the shore.

The young man shook his head, also went ashore, stepped forward and gently pulled his ear, and said, "Look, it's almost time, don't you want to go to the school?" The fat boy said, "I'm so annoying." That old gentleman really hates it. I'm so hungry, I'll invite you into the city to eat shortbread. ”

When it comes to eating, his eyes are brighter than ever.

The young man said, "Hungry? I just got hungry after lunch, you don't go to the school, Uncle Yang knows about it, can you come out again?"

The fat boy stood up very reluctantly and said, "You are still happy." Xiaofu, do you say?" Song Xiaofu grinned, pushed the fat child, and said, "Let's go, long-winded." ”

The two walked along the path by the stream for a while, and then saw a row of thatched houses on the opposite bank, Song Xiaofu walked up to the bridge, and said, "I'm home." Go to the academy and I'll look for you tomorrow. ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you. The fat boy went away happily.

This row of thatched huts is built against the mountain. The courtyard gate is facing the bridge. The bridge is made of three large pine trees side by side. On the side of the bridge, a strong pine towers to the sky, and the scorching summer is cool under the shade of the tree, and the courtyard gate is also made of pine nails, which is very rough. The edge of the fence wall made of bamboo branches is full of gourd and gourd vines, and the courtyard gate is opened, and two small vegetable fields are cultivated at the foot of the fence wall, and several cauliflower flowers are thick, attracting butterflies to fly. From the courtyard gate to the gate, a few bluestone slabs are paved. The sunlight shone into the house from the window, and it was faintly visible that an old man, a young and a young woman were doing thread work.

As soon as Song Xiaofu stepped into the door, he heard a crisp voice sound: "Brother Xiaofu is back." It was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl who spoke, delicate and elegant, with a pair of bright eyes cast on Song Xiaofu, like a full moon and clear light.

An old woman across from her put down her work and said, "Look you're sweating profusely." Where are you going to go wild on a hot day? It's with the young master of the Yang family. Song Xiaofu replied and said, "Isn't Daddy scared yet?" The old woman smiled kindly and said, "You should go to the master and learn how to read." Haven't you been there in a few days?"

Song Xiaofu frowned, took the old woman's hand, and said, "The child has to help his father work." What's the use of learning to read?"

The old woman was stunned, and indeed she didn't know what the use of reading was. She is just an ordinary village woman, and her husband is also a very ordinary woodcutter. On weekdays, she relies on her husband to pick up firewood and do some needlework to make ends meet. She is old and has a son, and she dotes on Song Xiaofu very much, but she never thought about letting her son read and write. However, Zhu Mengjue of the Qingyin Temple is a knowledgeable person, and seeing that Song Xiaofu is smart and lively, he often teaches him to read and write. Song Xiaofu usually has nothing to do on weekdays, and he usually goes to Qingyin Temple to listen to the dream sense lecture knowledge. In fact, the old woman did not necessarily want her son to learn anything, but she was reluctant to follow his father up the mountain to suffer. She persuaded: "The old master is a good heart. It's better to learn than not to know. ”

Song Xiaofu was helpless and said, "Mother, the child will go over." He made a grimace at the little girl, which made the little girl laugh, and the old lady laughed too.

Qingyin Temple is not big, and there is no incense. It is said to be a temple, but in fact it is just a small temple. There is only one monk in the temple, self-proclaimed Mengjue, this Qingyin Temple was built after he turned around the fate, and it has been thirteen years. Because it is not far from Song Xiaofu's house, Song Xiaofu often came to play when he was a child, and he also fell in love with Mengjue. In the dream, I saw that he was witty and clever, and had the heart to teach him to read. But Song Xiaofu doesn't seem to be the material for studying, he recognizes this word, and then teaches the following words, and sometimes forgets the words he just remembered. Mengjue is helpless, naturally, what Song Xiaofu is most afraid of is to go to Qingyin Temple to study, and there are not many steps from his home to Qingyin Temple. But he walked for half an hour.

Mengjue's age is actually not very old, and he is very thin, but he gives people a feeling of vicissitudes. Seeing Song Xiaofu, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Sit." ”

Song Xiaofu sat down on the cushion across from him. Dream closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and whispered something in his mouth. Song Xiaofu didn't understand half a sentence and sat still, bored in every way, seeing Mengjue's solemn expression, he didn't dare to move.

After a long time, Mengjue slowly opened his eyes and said, "The poor monk will tell you a story of "Journey to the West" today. How?"

Although Mengjue taught him to read and write, he would occasionally tell some stories to Song Xiaofu, this "Journey to the West" has already told a few chapters, if he wasn't attracted by this, Song Xiaofu really wouldn't come, he could hear a story to hear, clapped his hands and said: "Okay!

Mengjue was silent for a while, and after a long time, he opened his mouth to talk about "Journey to the West", and asked: "Do you like Tang Seng and apprentice?" Song Xiaofu said: "I like it so much." Master, when I grow up, I will be like Sun Wukong, slaying demons and destroying demons. As he spoke, he made a gesture, as if he was in the clouds.

Looking at Song Xiaofu's innocent appearance, Mengjue was speechless, and he didn't know what to think.

At dusk, Song Xiaofu left Qingyin Temple and went to the city to buy rice for Mengjue.

Just as he was about to enter the city gate, suddenly there was a sharp sound of horses' hooves behind him. Song Xiaofu looked back and saw a yellow horse rushing over like a teenager, and it was in front of him in a blink of an eye. Song Xiaofu hadn't turned his mind around yet. The young man raised his whip and shouted, "If you don't go away, you will die." The whip swept in front of Song Xiaofu's eyes, and Song Xiaofu saw a flower in front of him, and the young man had galloped past.

Although Song Xiaofu was not hit by the horse, his mouth was full of dust raised, and his eyes couldn't be opened for a while, and he scolded angrily: "Do you want to die early and reincarnate early?"

The young man's ears were extremely sharp, and although he was galloping, he could still hear clearly, but when he pulled the reins of the horse, the horse stopped with two "tuk tuk" sounds. The young man was in excellent shape, and without waiting for the horse to stop, he turned around and said, "Ignorant country boy, the young master has something to do." I don't know you today. He whipped Song Xiaofu at the gallop just now, which was very exquisite, and he was secretly proud in his heart for a while, and he didn't have the same knowledge as Song Xiaofu, otherwise according to his usual temperament, Song Xiaofu was only afraid that he would have to suffer.

Song Xiaofu didn't know that the whip and gallop of this young man just now were all very clever kung fu, especially hard-mouthed, and said: "I'm a country boy, you... I wanted to scold him a few words, but seeing that although his face was full of wind and dust, he was still handsome and plump, and he couldn't get out of his mouth after thinking about a few foul words, and watched the young man enter the city, and thought: "Which son is this? There is no such character in Hangzhou City." ”

Song Xiaofu finished buying rice, entrusted the rice in the rice shop, and went to Yangfu by the way.

Yangfu is located in the south of the city, covering a small area, which is very common among large households. But Yang Renhai, the owner of the Yang Mansion, is an unusual person, in Hangzhou City, you can not know Zhizhou Luo Huayuan, but no one does not know Yang Renhai. He is the richest man in Hangzhou, and all walks of life have his business, and what makes him a household name is not his wealth, but his wealth to help the poor, and the people of Hangzhou City have received his favor and support. When the people read his kindness, they all called him Yang Dashan, and his real name was gradually forgotten. When the people even made incense and made wishes, they did not forget to ask the Bodhisattva to bless Yang Dashan, good people, good retribution, and boundless longevity. Not to mention the distance, as for Song Xiaofu's mother Song Ci, Song Xiaofu has heard it several times with his own ears.

The Yang family is prosperous, but not prosperous. Yang Renhai went to his wife in his early years, leaving only one son, and he has not succeeded him so far. Therefore, he loves his only son more than his life, and he is named Ji Neng, which means that he can follow his own ability, and teach him how to read and manage money when he is a child. But this son is lazy and lazy by nature, wandering and playing all day long, he is really a gentleman, and he is often so angry that Yang Dashan stares and blows his beard, but fortunately he did not learn his father's shrewdness and ability, but was born to be kind and charitable like his father, and did not look down on poor children. With his status, status and temperament, there would have been many sons and buddies, but he was different, and he became good friends with Song Xiaofu, a poor peasant child.

Yang Dashan was originally opposed to his son being with Song Xiaofu, but seeing that Song Xiaofu was smart and cute, and seeing that he and his son could play like brothers, he didn't care. Therefore, when Yang Shou opened the door and saw that it was Song Xiaofu, he smiled and said, "It's a scare." It's so late, haven't eaten yet, come in. "Let Song Xiaofu enter the door.

The Yang family has more than 1,000 people in various industries, but there is only one subordinate in the Yang Mansion, and that is Yang Shou. As the saying goes: "The prime minister's seven rank officials." Yang Shou is Yang Renhai's most trusted subordinate, and many businesses are taken care of by Yang Shou. Therefore, although Yang Shou is a subordinate, he is also a character in Hangzhou. I heard that he also has a good martial arts, and he is quite famous in the surrounding area. Thinking that the Yang family has a lot of money, lives in the south of the city, and does not ask for a nursing home, it can be seen that it is general.

Song Xiaofu rarely saw Yang Renhai, every time he went to Yang's mansion, he was received by Yang Shou, and after a long time, he also called him "uncle" like Yang Jineng, saying: "Uncle Yang, I bought rice for Master Mengjue, and by the way, I came to find the fat man, is the fat man at home?"

Yang Shou was accustomed to seeing it and said, "The master went out to do errands." It just so happened that a guest was coming from afar. The young master was accompanying him in the living room. Song Xiaofu heard that Yang Jineng had something to do, so he said: "Then I'll come back in a few days." He turned around and saw a yellow horse in the courtyard, which was very familiar, and said, "What a beautiful horse." Is it fat?" Yang Shou said: "No, it's the guest's, the god rides outside, after all, it's extraordinary." Song Xiaofu remembered that it was the young man's mount he met outside the city, and he knew that he was a guest of the Yang Mansion, and he felt abrupt, so he had to give up.

Song Xiaofu came out with rice on his back, the night was dark, and when he walked to the street, he saw an old beggar isolated in the middle of the street, his eyes were indifferent, and he seemed to know where to go, which made people feel pity. After hesitating for a moment, Song Xiaofu grabbed two handfuls of rice from the rice bag and put them into the old beggar's broken bowl, and said, "I don't have any money to give to you." This is the rice I bought for the temple, so I'll give you some, and the master won't be surprised. You find a place to make a fire. ”

The old beggar said, "Thank you." If the child is kind, the Bodhisattva will bless him. ”

Looking at the old beggar in front of him, Song Xiaofu suddenly remembered the young man, and his intuition was very different, and he thought: "You are not much older than me, what can you do?" But he felt that the horse was still a good horse, and he said softly, "Good horse, good horse." ”

The old beggar's eyelids jumped, glanced at Song Xiaofu, and said abruptly: "Is there a good horse in the land south of the Yangtze River?" He said that this was extremely inconsistent with his identity, and Song Xiaofu naturally didn't think about it so much at a young age, and said casually: "I'll see you today." Even Uncle Yang Shou said yes. ”

The old beggar sneered lightly and said, "Little boy, how can you know how to ride a good horse?" ”

Song Xiaofu was provoked by him and said: "That horse is in the Yang Mansion in the south of the city at the moment, if you don't believe it, you can go and see it." As soon as he finished speaking, the old beggar disappeared into the night. Song Xiaofu was stunned, suspected of encountering a ghost, stayed for a moment, and secretly shouted: "Not good." Now he knew that this old beggar was extraordinary, and he was afraid that it would be unfavorable to the Yang family. He couldn't rest assured that Yang Jineng was relieved, and regretted that he was talking nonsense, so he put the rice in a familiar shop and went straight to Yang's mansion.

Yang Shou saw that Song Xiaofu was gone and returned, and he looked out of breath again, and asked, "Frightened, you haven't gone home yet?" Song Xiaofu gasped and said, "Is an old beggar coming?" Yang Shou said: "Old beggar? No, what's wrong?" Song Xiaofu was just about to reply, Yang Shou looked ahead with his eyes, and said awe-inspiringly: "What person?"

Through the dim light, I saw a figure rushing from a distance, like clouds driving through the fog, only to see Song Xiaofu stunned.

Yang Shou said: "The person who came is the owner of Du Sheng Du Zhuang?"

When the man came to him, he turned out to be an elegant middle-aged scribe.

Song Xiaofu blurted out: "Are you Sun Wukong?"

The man listened interestingly, and asked with a smile, "You are the son of the Yang family, right?"

Yang Shou hurriedly saluted and said, "He is a friend of the young master." Villain Yang Shou. He saw that this person had done a shocking effort, and when he saw the origin of this person, he hurriedly reported to his family.

The man said: "Where is your master?" Yang Shou said: "The master went out in the afternoon, and the villain has asked someone to invite him, and he will probably go home soon." The man said: "What about Yang'er?" Yang Shou said: "I went to the street with the young master just now." The man's face changed color, and he said, "Come back to them, these boys." He turned and ran straight away, and disappeared into the night.

Yang Shou was conceited of martial arts, but at this time, he was very impressed in his heart, and exclaimed: "Flying God Mouse, seeing the head but not the tail, it is really true." There's a sky out of the sky, hehe. ”

"Uncle Yang, is he the Monkey King?" Song Xiaofu looked at the man from afar and disappeared in a flash, muttering surprise.

Yang Shou smiled: "No. After asking a few words about the beggar's situation, he said, "You go back quickly, I'm afraid your parents will worry if it's late." Song Xiaofu said: "Then I'll go back." ”

Song Xiaofu naturally didn't know where the "Du Zhuang Master" was sacred, but when people in the rivers and lakes mentioned "Du Zhuang Zhuang", they all changed color when they heard it, although "Du Zhuang Master" was not necessarily Du Sheng, the owner of Blue Blood Mountain Villa, but it could still make people's hearts tremble. Just because the "Cold Ice Poison Palm" he learned is still the most vicious martial art in the world, and there is no salvation for those who are in it. The young man called "Yang'er" was his only disciple, and it was the young man Song Xiaofu met at the city gate.

Lin Feiyang, as his name suggests, is flying.

Lin Feiyang followed his teacher to live outside the Saiwai when he was a child, and never stepped into the Great Wall. This time, I came to the Central Plains with my teacher. He had heard the good name of the Central Plains Resort for a long time, and he wanted to open his eyes and feast his eyes. Unexpectedly, there was an accident, and I hurried along the way, couldn't eat in the store, and stayed overnight in the wilderness. When he came to Hangzhou on this day, he finally had time to rest, and he couldn't wait to let Yang Jineng take him to the West Lake for a trip to comfort him.

Yang Jineng is the most happy to visit the mountains, and he can show off his hometown in front of the friends he just met, so he took Lin Feiyang to visit the West Lake regardless of the night. Although it is night, the scenery of the West Lake is still charming. There is no moon at night, and the night view of West Lake is still hazy. I saw a little boat on the lake, each holding the lights, reflecting the lake, like stars in the sky. The song of the boat is endless, and it is in the ears. The slanting willows by the lake are blowing the water, and there are more rare people in the pavilion who hang lamps to play around, and they are happy......

Lin Feiyang couldn't help but applaud.

Suddenly, he chanted: "

The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat.

The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is in the sky.

The fish and birds are released one by one, and the ownerless lotus flowers bloom everywhere.

The waves of the water can make the mountains pitch, and the sails seem to be loaded back with the moon.

If it is not a big hidden into a middle hidden, it can be idle for a long time.

I have no home to go to, and my hometown has no such good lakes and mountains. ”

Yang Jineng didn't have much ink in his stomach, and he didn't know that Lin Feiyang was still reciting the "Shuiming Tower" made by Hao Su Dongpo, the great writer of the dynasty, who had great contributions to the West Lake in Hangzhou, and said: "The scenery of the West Lake is naturally good, and there are many legends and stories, so it is called moving. "Tell Lin Feiyang about the beautiful love story between Xu Xian and the White Lady at the moment. In fact, the Song Dynasty just had the Three Towers of the West Lake, which is the basis of the legend of the White Snake.

Lin Feiyang listened dumbfounded, and sighed: "What a touching love." "Yao thought to himself that he was that Xu Immortal to Lei Feng Tower, but he didn't know where Bai Suzhen was? He was an amorous person, this is a tragic legend. But he was faintly envious of Xu Xian, and said: "If I can love my beloved woman like this, even if it ends like this, it will still be in vain for this life." ”

When his heart was fluttering, he suddenly saw a beggar leaning on the railing by the lake, his expression indifferent, with an indescribable pity. I saw Yang Jineng step forward and take out some broken silver for the beggar. The beggar took the silver indifferently, didn't thank him, came to Lin Feiyang, and said, "This son can do it too." ”

Lin Feiyang saw that the beggar was sympathetic, so he took out a silver ingot from his arms. Just as he was about to give it to the beggar, he suddenly heard someone shouting in the distance: "Yang'er, be careful!" Lin Feiyang heard that this was the master's voice, and suddenly remembered something, and wanted to withdraw his hand and come back, but it was too late.

I saw that the originally sluggish and sluggish beggar's whole body suddenly crashed into Lin Feiyang, Lin Feiyang was caught off guard and was knocked into the lake, which frightened the surrounding tourists at once. In an instant, the beggar had taken something from Lin Feiyang's arms, jumped over the pavilion railing, and flew away like a big bird.

The man behind him hurried after him, as fast as lightning, and his figure was much faster than that of the beggar. The beggar didn't look back, his feet didn't stop, and he laughed as he ran: "Why are you working so hard, don't you want your beloved disciple's life?"

This person was Du Sheng, who came in a hurry from Yang's mansion, and was mentioned by the old beggar, remembering that Lin Feiyang didn't know the nature of water, so he hurriedly looked back, only to see that the lakeside was screaming endlessly, and a few bold tourists and Yang Jineng were entering the water to rescue.

Du Sheng was a little relieved, and with such a slowdown, the beggar had already run out of more than a dozen feet, and entered the woods in a blink of an eye. Thinking that although his light work was higher than that of the other party, it was really a needle to catch him in the dark, and he shouted urgently: "Dong Chengyi, is the Tianlong Gang really going to get entangled with the old man?" Dong Zhengcheng said: "This matter is too big, and the old flower has to be offended." The owner of Du Zhuang took his leave. ”

As soon as the words fell, a cold voice sounded in his ears: "Do you want to go?" Dong Zheng's heart tightened suddenly, he was on guard at the moment of the enemy, and now he was actually talking close to his ear, how could he not be shocked? He reacted extremely quickly, turned around, and saw a cloud of sword light rolling like a big wave, and a cold murderous aura rushed straight towards him. After a look, Dong Chengcheng felt that this person's swordsmanship had never been encountered in his life. With a flick of his hands, two points of cold light flew out, two crisp sounds, and the sword light disappeared sharply.

"Good swordsmanship. Dong Cheng took a breath and said slowly. Although he shot in a hurry just now, he was confident that he was not a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, and it was difficult to take his flying knives at such a close distance, but with only two soft sounds, the two flying knives had disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't know how the other party dissolved his flying knives. His slightly darkened face was darker in the dark.

The man stood under the tree, unable to see clearly, but he could still feel the other's eyes as sharp as the sword in his hand.

The man said coldly: "Good skills." He spoke out in front and shot behind, he wanted to subdue Dong Chengcheng with a sword, but he didn't want to underestimate the other party, and said secretly: "Although Dong Chengcheng has experienced harm, he has the ability to win." He won't necessarily lose. This...... How many people are there in the Tianlong Gang?" his identity was secret, and he didn't dare to make a rash move.

Dong Zhengcheng said: "Your Excellency is Ouyang Dengfeng?" In the south, except for Ouyang Dengfeng, the number one divine sword in the world, he couldn't think of anyone else with such swordsmanship.

The man sneered, "Is he the only one in the world?"

Dong Cheng said: "Your Excellency doesn't dare to show up, let alone the characters." With a flick of his left hand, several things flew towards the man with a cold light. Then he threw himself into the forest on the left, preparing to enter the forest, and in the dark night he was looking for an opportunity to escape, he had experienced a hundred battles, and knew that there was a strong enemy in front of him and a chasing army in the rear, and he could not give up. Hearing the man's cold tone and refusal to attack from behind, he knew that this man was proud and conceited, so he provoked the other party with words and gave himself a chance. He can have such a mind in a moment, which is very human.

The man lost his mind for a while, and then the hidden weapon flew to him, and it was too late to block himself, although he was arrogant, but he had heard the name of Dong Chengcheng for a long time, and he didn't dare to take it hard and had to avoid it sideways, and he had a better understanding of the speed of Dong Chengcheng's secret weapon, and shouted: "Dong Chengcheng, don't you want to know who the old man is? Then don't go!" The sword in his hand stabbed at Dong Chengcheng as if flying.

Seeing that he could enter the forest in one step, Dong Zhengcheng was secretly lucky, and suddenly a piercing cold palm wind hit from behind, which actually made him feel like he was in an ice cave in May and June, and he was really angry. The sword light of the man behind him surged in. Dong Chengcheng gritted his teeth and took out a secret letter from his arms and threw it towards the sword light.

The man sneered, and said in his heart: "No one in the world can block my sword empty-handed, you are asking for death, no wonder the old man." ”

The man was secretly complacent, but Du Sheng's face changed drastically, and he said, "Yang ...... Watch out for that secret letter!" he said and pounced on to grab the secret letter. When that person saw this, he knew that this secret letter was extremely important, and Dong Chengcheng used it as a magic weapon, so he had no fear and hurriedly collected the sword. Under his rapid attack, he was still able to send and receive freely, and his skill was so deep that Dong Chengcheng was even more surprised. He couldn't think too much about it, and rushed into the forest. He forced the man back, but he couldn't hide from Du Sheng. I saw that the five fingers of Du Sheng's left hand were like hooks, and he grabbed Dong Chengcheng's shoulder. Dong Chengcheng doesn't want Du Sheng to be in charge of the law, and his finger power is not trivial. He swung his shoulders and waist, only to feel that the five fingers on his shoulders were tightly inserted into the flesh, and a piece of meat was torn off alive, he screamed, threw the secret letter towards Du Sheng's face, and disappeared into the forest.

Du Sheng took the secret letter and looked at it and said, "Good Dong justice." ”

It turned out that Dong Cheng had thought it out and had prepared a fake secret letter a long time ago, which really fooled Du Sheng.

The man said: "What's the matter?" Du Sheng said hatefully: "Gang Leader Yang, this is fake." I'm going to chase. The man said: "Don't worry, this is in the forest, I am afraid that it will not be discouraged to chase after it." Du Sheng said: "This secret letter is for the capital, but it can't be lost." Thinking of Dong Chengyi's so-called "Thousand Hands", there is no false example of hidden weapons, and no one in the world can match it, and my heart is also a little numb.

The man smiled and said, "Since he has come to Hangzhou, unless he is chopped into pieces of meat and fed to the dogs, he will not be able to escape from the palm of the old man's hand even if he can go to heaven and earth." Brother Du, let's take a look at the virtuous nephew first. Well, Brother Du washed his hands first, one of his hands is useless, hehe, I don't know what 'Thousand Hands Rulai' should be called in the future?" thought to himself: "'Thousand Hands Rulai' is a waste person without a hand, Hong Fei is called Hong Fei, you have such a subordinate, I should have met you a long time ago." ”

Lin Feiyang saw Du Sheng's face full of shame, and shouted: "Master, apprentice ......" Du Sheng doted on him, Lin Feiyang could do whatever he wanted in the Blue Blood Villa, this time he entered the rivers and lakes with his master, and he was happy to fight with a sword, which was a dream for many years, and he wanted to be thrown into the lake by the other party when he first met the enemy, but he didn't know the nature of the water, and was rescued by Yang Jineng, who was smaller than himself, and he was really aggrieved and embarrassed since he was a child.

Du Sheng saw that he was drenched all over, and he was very distressed, and comforted: "That's a madman, don't pay attention to him, it's okay." Yang'er, this is Uncle Yang that Master often mentions to you. ”

An old man stood next to Du Sheng, dressed in cloth, extremely kind, he was the one who struck Dong Chengcheng with the sword just now, his eyes had long lost the sharpness just now, and the sword was gone, no one could see that this inconspicuous person in front of him would have such terrible swordsmanship. Now he looked at Lin Feiyang with the kindness of an elder, and said, "Your master is right, that's a madman, and the virtuous nephew doesn't have to take it to heart." It's all the old man who neglected the distinguished guests, rude, rude!" said to the child tourist who helped rescue Lin Feiyang: "Thanks to your help just now, the old man thanked you on behalf of the guests, thank you." ”

Those people all knew Yang Renhai, and they were busy with the entertainment, and they each left with a few polite words, and there were two shrewd people, although they felt that there were strange things, but they were Yang Dashan's words, and they didn't think about it deeply. Just now, they went to save Lin Feiyang, but they didn't see their side fighting for life and death.

Yang Renhai was obviously satisfied with Yang Jineng's performance just now, looked at him with appreciation, and said, "Jineng, quickly take the virtuous nephew back and ask Yang Shou to change his clothes." Yang Jineng said: "Got it." Yang Renhai said: "Dad and Brother Du are going to visit someone." I'm afraid this matter will become everyone's tea talk tomorrow. Don't say much, if anyone asks, just do what Daddy just said. By the way, I said the same thing with Song Xiaofu. If you talk too much, it will spread endlessly. ”

Du Sheng said: "Yang'er, you stay in the Yang Mansion first, and the master will return soon." ”

Watching the two leave, Du Sheng said: "Gang Master Yang... Yang Renhai said with a smile: "The people in the city call the old man Yang Dashan, if Brother Du is not vulgar, he will be called like this, otherwise it will be okay to call the old rich man." Du Sheng said: "You are much better as an old rich man in Hangzhou than a younger brother." ”

Yang Renhai took Du Shenggao to open the West Lake, and they walked on the street in the dead of night. Yang Renhai said: "Brother Du is not far away, I'm afraid there is something important, right?" Du Sheng said: "The old rich man is in Jiangnan, can you know that the situation in the north has changed again?" Yang Renhai said: "The matter over there has always been connected by Brother Du, and the old man really doesn't know about it." Du Sheng said: "Ye Luchun has always wanted to capture Yanmen Pass, but Huang Feng and Hong Fei stubbornly did not retreat, and several times they came to the city, but they all retreated in vain. Now, the Liao State has its slave Jurchen rebelling under the leadership of the leader Wanyan Aguta. There was a fire in the backyard of the Liao State, Emperor Tianqi ignored the government, Yeluchun seemed to be really anxious, and he wanted to take Yanmen Pass in the short term, and he could attack the dog thief of Huizong, and he could rely on the danger of Yanmen Pass to block the Jurchens. Yang Renhai said: "The prince's idea is good, but Yanmen Pass is very important, and Huang Feng and Hong Fei also know that it is not possible to take it hard." Du Sheng said: "That's true. The prince can only outwit him, he has a connection with some officials of the Great Song Dynasty, so he has a secret letter to conspire with him. Because this letter is very important, the younger brother personally brought it here. In order to hide people's eyes, he took Yang'er to the Central Plains in the name of traveling the rivers and lakes. I don't want to be targeted by the Tianlong Gang. Yang Renhai said: "So Brother Du turned to Jiangnan, so that he could go to the Tianlong Gang to suspect." ”

Du Sheng's face was hot when he said what he said, although Dong Chengcheng had experienced harm, he was not afraid, but he didn't dare to provoke the Tianlong Gang, this trip was to ask for help in all kinds of helplessness, "Hehe" said: "Dong Zhengcheng is not giving up or following all the way." Seeing Hangzhou, I still can't get rid of it, your identity is not good to know with outsiders, the younger brother gave the secret letter to Yang'er to find you first, and the old man broke off to lead Dong Chengcheng away, who knew that he was so cunning, this secret letter was still taken away by him. Yang Renhai said: "I see." Hehe, Dong Chengcheng, you came to Hangzhou to spread wild, then you are in the wrong place. Brother Du, please rest assured, since you have arrived in Jiangnan, the old man will ensure that you will deliver the secret letter safely. Let's go to Gate Street. ”