Song Shijiang finally had a time to think independently. He lay on his bed, mourning. What the hell is going on. I didn't just buy a Ding furnace. Yes, yes, Ding Lu, Ding Lu, his thoughts are back, it must be the reason for Ding Lu.

Ding furnace, where is the Ding furnace. He hurriedly got up and suddenly noticed a foreign body in his chest. Reach out to your arms and probe, what is this not a Ding Furnace? About ten centimeters high, six or seven centimeters high, the wide Ding furnace appeared in Song Shijiang's hands in a heavy and dark place, unhappy, angry, and silent.

"Ding Lu, good Ding Lu, please, let me go back, let me go back to where I came. This, this, I can't afford to be a hero in Liangshan, I am a good citizen, a great good citizen...... I don't kill, I don't rebel,...... I want my parents to ...... I'm going to teach ....... Song Shijiang held the Ding furnace with both hands and prayed, talking nonsense, not knowing what to do and not knowing what to say, and finally simply kowtowed to the Ding furnace.

The furnace is still silent. Song Shijiang was bored, he raised the furnace and scolded: "Don't let me go back, I smashed you." The furnace continued to be silent.

Song Shijiang was evil from the side of his guts, and his anger rose from his heart, and he smashed the Ding furnace to the ground with a "bang". The furnace is still silent. However, the minions who were waiting outside asked: "The owner of the village, are you okay?" "It's okay...... panicked, Song Shijiang picked up the Ding furnace, "You guys go and rest too...... It's just a bowl of porcelain. ”

"Whoa!" The little minions have to be ordered to go away.

Song Shijiang lay back on the couch. He comforted himself and said that this was a dream, it must be a dream, and it would be good to wake up from sleep. Sleep and sleep, and wake up tomorrow as it is. Song Shijiang had been frightened for a long time, so he comforted himself, so he fell asleep in a nightmare.

The next day, it was dawning. Song Shijiang woke up, he hurriedly opened his eyes and looked around, God, it was still this bed, it was still this room. This, this is still the back hall of Liangshan. Song Shijiang grabbed his hair depressedly, God, even his hair was still tied in a bun, what should I do, I can't go back. I really came to this Liang Mountain, I am Song Jiang. Wait, Song Jiang? Yangshan? This is the Northern Song Dynasty? How can there really be a hundred and eight generals? Didn't there only be 36 members of the Songjiang Uprising in history? This is the Water Margin world? This, this, this...... What the hell is this? Song Shijiang's mind was confused, he covered the quilt and lamented, lamented, and lamented himself as Lin Daiyu.

In the lamentation, I only heard the knock on the door, and the pleasant voice from yesterday came again: "Brother Song Jiang, do you wake up?" The third sister will bring hot soup to clean her face with her brother. Song Shijiang hurriedly lay down, and at this time the door "creaked" open, and the handsome lady yesterday came into the house with a wooden basin of hot water. Song Shijiang finally had time to see the appearance of this lady. I saw that she was about nine years old, tall, with gold armor and red yarn on her body, foggy sideburns on her head, jade snow skin, hibiscus and begonias, really handsome. "Third sister, third mother...... This should be a Qinghu Sanniang! That's right, Hu Sanniang, shit, Hu Sanniang who was rationed by Song Jiang to the bantam tiger. Song Shijiang stared blankly, also thinking.

Hu Sanniang smiled and said, "Brother, are you better today?" Let the third sister clean her face with you. As he spoke, he wrung up the fluffy cloth towel and wanted to scrub it on Song Shijiang's face. Song Shijiang, who grew up under the sunshine and rain of socialism, has had such treatment when he has had such treatment, he has been teaching for two or three years after graduating from college, and he has talked about love a few times, but all of them are masters who are too late to please him, how can he stand such a flower-like lady washing her face. He hurriedly took the towel and said, "Come by yourself, thank you Sanniang!" ”

Hu Sanniang was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "Brother, when are you so polite, don't you dislike the third sister's rough hands?" ”

Song Shijiang couldn't answer, he was busy wiping his cheeks with a towel in both hands, so as to pass by vaguely. After wiping, Hu Sanniang took the towel and was about to come out of the basin. Song Shijiang couldn't bear it anymore, and said: "Sanniang, for some reason, after fainting yesterday, Song Jiang's thoughts were mostly chaotic, and it was great to think about many events, sister, can you tell your brother one by one?" ”

"Brother is asking about yesterday?"

"Exactly," Song Shijiang replied hurriedly.

"Brother can remember that yesterday was the day when I waited for a hundred and eight brothers to gather soil and insert incense to worship, just as Gongsun Daochang was doing Dharma on the altar, the wind and clouds moved, and there was a thunderclap in the air, not very loud, but my brother suddenly fainted. I was so panicked that I waited for one hundred and eight brothers, six gods, seven gods, and no master, and the rituals had to stop......"

"Oh," Song Shijiang thought thoughtfully.

"Then look, have I changed?" Song Shijiang hurriedly asked again.

After Hu Sanniang heard this, she turned around and looked at Song Shijiang again, but her face couldn't help but turn a little red: "Brother Hugh has to laugh at the third sister, how has my brother changed?" Then he showed a sad look, "After the farewell, the third sister will marry Wang Ying, this is still the elder brother who has done a good job, so don't play with the third sister." "Let's go in a hurry.

Song Shijiang was dumbfounded, really depressed. Song Jiang, you pickled goods are tyrannical, a flower will let you insert it into cow dung like this. It's time to fight, it's really time to fight. Song Shijiang thought that he was this Song Jiang again, and couldn't help but "snap" and slap himself.

I'm Song Jiang! What am I like? Song Shijiang became curious. He looked at himself left and right, and the book said that the short Saburo, the black fat man, seemed to be biased. Look at your hands and feet, your body should be quite strong, about 1.75 meters. Song Shijiang simply found a bronze mirror in the room, only to see that he in the mirror was clearly configured, his face was slightly dark but resolute, and his lips were neatly bearded. "Hey, it's not ugly, it's not very old, it should be in your twenties and thirties." Song Shijiang muttered to himself, seeing that he didn't know how to go back, it was good for this self-possessed Song Jiang to be young and handsome. "Shi Nai'an doesn't write well, I don't want to think about it, how can the rebel leader who took thirty-six generals to fight thousands of miles in history have a bad body, how can he have no temperament and no martial arts."

As he was muttering to himself, the knock on the door sounded again.

Isn't Hu Sanniang back again? Beautiful girl, hateful Song Jiang! Song Shijiang slapped himself again, then sat down and said, "Please come in." ”

It was not the beautiful lady of the Hu family who came in, it was Wu Yong and Gongsun Sheng. After calming down, Song Shijiang was full of curiosity about every Liangshan hero. Wu Xuexuan was dressed as a showman, wearing a tube-like turban, wearing a wide shirt with soap along the edge, and a feather fan, gentle and elegant; And a halal person is dressed as a Taoist priest, with a Taoist bun on his head, wearing a collar of Bashan brown robes, stepping on multi-eared hemp shoes, with a height of more than one meter and eight meters, with a long beard on his face, dignified appearance, and an ancient fairy style.

After the two came in, they all asked Song Shijiang about his physical condition. Song Shijiang replied very well. Wu Yong saw that there was no one left and right in the room, and said to Song Shijiang in a low voice: "I said that I know with my brother, the Book of Heaven and Shijie, I and the Taoist of Yiqing have all arranged it, and tomorrow we can open the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony." Don't worry, brother, you can recuperate with peace of mind on this day. Gongsun Sheng also nodded lightly, stroked his beard, and looked like a tall man.

Song Shijiang was stunned and didn't understand what the two were talking about. But he was very bright, and immediately said: "In this way, it is troublesome for the professor and Mr. Gongsun." Wu Yong and Gongsun Sheng glanced at each other, nodded knowingly, and said, "Then my brother is resting, and we are ready to go." ”

The sky has been white, seeing that the lord of Liangshan fainted yesterday, the righteous brothers are all worried, and today they came to ask each other in groups. The only thing Song Shijiang could do was to see the moves and dismantle them, and mix them up one by one. All the brothers did not doubt him, and they were all happy to see his brother getting better, and then they were all on duty and busy with tomorrow's great things.

Song Shijiang was happy that he was able to get past the past, and on the other hand, he was sweating profusely. The brothers are all heroic men with deep righteousness and courage, and they are also brave men who are not interested in drawing their swords. Let's go, if you do Song Jiang for a day, you have to be a Song Gongming for a day. Song Shijiang treated the heroes who came to visit him even more kindly, and his good words were added.

After a busy day, Song Shijiang slowly adapted to his new identity, he was originally a young Laipi master, with the identity of the owner of Liangshan, the trust and respect of his brothers, and his profound historical skills, he slowly let go, and gradually became comfortable with his answers. On this day, he entertained a total of 107 heroes, and spoke more than 10,000 words, from cherishing words like gold to pulling the brothers to inquire cordially and in detail.