There are still people who dare to expose the emperor's list to fight tigers, who is this, so bold.

I don't know how many Song people the tiger ate? The people were already frightened.

However, the fact that Da Song can come out without fear of death always makes the people of Bianliang somewhat admired!

For so many days, they have been bullied by the Golden Vulture gang.

Jin Wushu doesn't pay for the restaurant. One sentence from the people: "The dead tiger will be raised with our Jin Guoren again." ”

I don't know how many people suffocated to death.

But there's no way, the people of Jin Guo are powerful, but they are unreasonable!

Now another good man has finally come out, to see if he can kill the tiger. If he kills the tiger, it will give us the Song people a long face, see if the people of the Jin Kingdom still dare to go down to the restaurant and not give money!

The eyes of the people of Bianliang all looked at the palace, and at this time, only Han Yanwen and his family were at home and did not care about external affairs.

"Official, hurry up and keep reading it for me!" Liang Ziyu urged repeatedly.

After Han Yanwen came out of the Folding Mansion, he got into the carriage and immediately opened the book "Journey to the West".

The things Qin Mu gave must be good things. Although Han Yanwen still has some doubts in his heart, how much money can he make with such a book? The point is that there are too few people in Bianliang who buy books – more toilet paper.

If Qin Zhijian thought that all people who bought toilet paper would pay for such a book, it would be a big mistake.

However, with Han Yanwen's understanding of Qin Mu, he felt that Qin Zhijian would not do foolish things. He wouldn't be unaware of how much money the books in the bookstore could make.

Then there must be something quirky about this book.

Journey to the West, Travelogue, Journey to the West, What's in the West? Could it be Fuzhou? Is this a record of what I saw and heard in Fuzhou?

Han Yanwen couldn't wait to go home, and began to look in the car.

It begins: "The first time: the spiritual root nurtures the source of pregnancy and flows out, and the spiritual cultivation path is born." ”

Just looking at this look surprised Han Yanwen. Because the Great Song Dynasty has not yet had a literary form of novels.

The closest to the novel is "Taiping Guangji", but "Taiping Guangji" does not look back, some are volume 1, volume 2 and so on. Each volume is a story.

"Taiping Guangji" can be said to be a collection of short stories.

What does this "first time" mean? Looking at the text, it seems to be a Taoist classic.

Han Yanwen paid more attention. Now that there is a sudden rebellion, Zhao Ji has some opinions about Taoism. Qin Zhijian don't want to be unhappy!

If it was really a Taoist classic, Han Yanwen would never sell it in his own bookstore. Or sell toilet paper safely!

The poem says: Chaos is not divided into heaven and earth, and no one sees it. Since Pangu broke Hongmeng, it has opened up from Ziqing to distinguish turbidity. Covering the masses of beings to look up to benevolence, inventing all things to be good. If you want to know the Yuan Gong of the Creation Society, you must watch the Legend of Journey to the West. ”

No avail.

However, it doesn't look like a Taoist classic, there is no "husband and immortal formula, then there is only Jindan; Guarding the form but evil, it is unique to the true one, so the ancients especially attached great importance to such words.

Han Yanwen continued to watch.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he looked down, he was out of control.

It's a long, long story about a stone monkey.

Stone monkey, what does that look like? Unconsciously saw the second chapter, only to see Han Yanwen's heart fluttering, and his soul couldn't give up!

What a beautiful monkey king, he returned from learning, and saw that the monkeys in Huaguo Mountain were bullied by the demon king of the mixed world, so he drove the somersault cloud, came to the water curtain cave, summoned the demon king of the mixed world, and cut the demon king of the mixed world into two pieces with just one knife!

"Good, good, good! What a Monkey King. Well chopped, well chopped, who let you, the demon king of the bastard world, bully the little monkey! Updates are so slow! ”

Han Yanwen couldn't let go of the scroll in his hands, his eyes never left the book, and he walked all the way to the study, even his wife called him.

When Liang Ziyu saw him like this, he naturally had to ask for an understanding.

Han Yanwen hurriedly explained the matter in a few words, and he still wanted to continue watching "Journey to the West".

When Liang Ziyu heard it, not only did he have to sell this book, but this story was so interesting that he had never heard of it. That's not going to work, she has to read too.

But there was only one book, which made Liang Ziyu anxious, so she asked Han Yanwen to read it to herself.

The more Liang Ziyu listened, the more addicted she became, the Monkey King's wishful golden hoop stick was really loved!

"The Monkey King really took it out of his ear, put it in his palm and shouted: 'Big, big, big!' That is, it is a big bucket to thicken, and the length of two zhang is short. ”

This couple didn't even care about eating, and devoted themselves to this strange book "Journey to the West".

The husband and wife hid in a small building and became a unity, regardless of the palace, which is now thrilling.

The walker Wu Song, ** put on his upper body and entered the tiger cage.

Not to mention that Qin Mu was nervous at this time, even Jia Hongxian raised his heart to his throat.

This is a real tiger, if you get into the cage by yourself, I'm afraid you will run out of bullets by now.

But Wu Song didn't have a pistol.

Jin Wushu and Wanyan Yanying were also not bad, staring at Wu Song with their eyes.

This person seems to be a little different from the ones who came to die before.

When they got to the tiger's cage, they were already paralyzed with fear. In fact, Zhao Ji didn't have to save face, and forced them into it.

But this person is different.

This man is tall and broad-shouldered, and his arms seem to have a thousand powers. Don't he's really able to kill a tiger.

Wanyan Yanying stared at Wu Song viciously.

He knew that the tiger was different from the one he had killed.

Before Yan Yanying fought the tigers, those tigers were fed to death, and they were not so aggressive. Wanyan Yanying has taken a small advantage to some extent.

But since then, all the tigers have been half-starved, that is, they are always ready to eat people.

Now this tiger obviously saw its own feast, its hair exploded, its front legs were lying on its stomach, its hind legs were bowed, and its whole body was like a bow and arrow ready to be launched on the string, and it was about to pounce out and bite Wu Song to death at any time.

Wu Erlang was drunk, and his legs seemed to be unstable on his feet.

He just staggered in the cage, as if he was going to fall at any moment.

At this moment, Wu Song woke up. Since Liangshan was exterminated by the imperial court, Wu Song has been wandering the world, floating around without a fixed place.

Liangshan, he never wants to go back again - where is the future of being a bandit.

But although the world is big, where do you settle down?

Finding a small village, or fishing or farming, such a life is by no means what Wu Song wants to live.

Going to a jungle temple to be a monk? Don't even think about it. Wu Song was not originally a monk.

Learn the art of literature and martial arts, and the goods are with the emperor's family. Only Tokyo Bianliang is the place where you can stand out.

Wu Song came to Bianliang again in a circle, and not long after entering Beijing, he caught up with Zhao Ji to send the emperor list to summon warriors to fight tigers.

Fight the tiger! I'm good at it!

Wu Song killed a big tiger with a punch and kick on Jingyang Gang that day, which was his proud work. It's not that hard to get back to your old business now.

This is a good opportunity for the officials to get to know themselves.

As long as this tiger is killed, does it need to be said that he will soar in the future?

Wu Erlang is determined to fight the tiger. But before he can fight the tiger, he has to get drunk first!

It's not that he's afraid, it's that his martial arts are indeed drunk more than sober.

Before fighting the tiger that day, he was also half drunk.

That's why he didn't care about it, even in front of the emperor, he had to drink enough wine first.

It's just that the alcohol content in this time and space is too low, and the time is so tight, Wu Song can't get drunk in a short time. Only then did Zhao Ji find Qin Mu and send him Wuliangye in the 21st century.

Wuliangye can reach the degree. Wu Song dealt with the drinks of the twenty-first century according to the experience of this time and space, and it was nothing at first, but when he entered the cage, he was really a little confused.

What a tiger and a big worm, come on.

didn't wait for the tiger to make a move, Wu Song did it first.

At this time, the tiger was like a kitten in Wu Song's eyes.

As soon as Wu Erlang made his move, it was earth-shattering, and the chickens and dogs jumped in the cage that he only hit.

Qin Mu was dumbfounded.

This Wu Song is really not an ordinary person!

Ordinary people don't talk about fighting tigers, it's good to be able to stand in front of tigers without peeing their pants.

The last time he was captured by Yu Liyan, he accidentally encountered a tiger in the process of escaping, and at that time he relied on instinct and hard training, and the key was to kill the tiger with a gun in his hand.

If he was bare-handed like Wu Song now, Qin Mu really didn't dare to think about what would happen to him at that time.

Wetting your pants may not be, but turning around and running is a sure.

But Wu Song was not.

This tiger seemed to have turned into a little flower cat in front of Wu Song.

scratched and scratched and bitten, but they were all dodged by Wu Song's footsteps.

At the same time, Wu Erlang's big fist was like a hammer, smashing up and down the tiger's whole body at once.

Zhao Ji was very excited!

Hero! Hero!

This is the champion of my Great Song Dynasty, Hou Ye!

The tiger became weaker and weaker, Wu Erlang became more and more courageous, and it didn't take long for the tiger to be killed alive by Wu Song!

Wow! The Song people who watched the battle couldn't help but cheer!

"It's really my great husband of the Great Song Dynasty!" Zhao Ji couldn't sit still, he got up and said, "I have named Wu Song as the martial doctor, and the reward is ten thousand." ”

10,000 guan, either 10,000 guan gold, or 10,000 guan money.

But it's also a big reward. Qin Mu's Nine Turns Xuanyuan that killed people was sold for so much money.

And the key is not so much money, but this rank.

Qin Mu now somewhat understands the complicated official rank of the Great Song Dynasty.

This martial arts doctor is already the same as Han Shizhong.

Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that Liangshan's group of people finally advanced to the imperial court with Wu Song.

"Xie Guan's family!" When Wu Song heard Zhao Ji's reward, suddenly all the energy in his body seemed to be drained away.

I have an official body!

Wu Song couldn't hold back anymore, he came up sleepy, and fell asleep next to the dead tiger.

Bianliang City is almost upside down!

"Don't talk about gossip, a single table is a good Han Wu Erlang."

The storytellers in the big and small tiles suddenly made a small fortune, and every citizen in Bianliang wanted to hear about Wu Song's deeds of fighting the tiger.

Although none of these storytellers had seen Wu Song's majesty with their own eyes, this did not delay them from compiling.

"That Wu Matsu Takejiro, he's eight feet tall, with a wide back, uh, eight feet."

"When you say that, isn't this a Fang person?" Some listeners are reluctant. You have to be reliable for bragging!

But now it's not a market for storytellers, it's a market for storytellers.

Love to listen, not to listen.

"This guest, that's the case with Wu Song Wu Erlang, if you don't like the book below, please move!" Storytellers have this confidence!

"What, nonsense." Jia Hongxian took Qin Mu's hand, snuggled up to Qin Mu's side, and whispered close to Qin Mu's ear: "How can it be so exaggerated." I dare to talk nonsense. ”

Among the sisters, Jia Hongxian is the tallest, and only she can reach Qin Mu's ears with a slight tilt. This made Jia Hongxian like it very much.

Today, my cousin took me to visit the tiles, which is a very rare thing.

In fact, since the two of them visited the Daxiangguo Temple together, Jia Hongxian and Qin Mu never had the opportunity to go shopping alone.

Today's Jia Hongxian seems to have returned to the Daxiangguo Temple of that day, and at that time there were not so many sisters later, only he accompanied his cousin alone.

What a memory!

She didn't care why Qin Mu brought her to listen to the book, anyway, she was happy to be alone by her cousin's side!

Jia Hongxian has always been very hard, although he is busy with his own business such as farms, slaughterhouses, furniture factories, etc., but it is also very energy-consuming. Otherwise, she didn't go to this war, because business is really inseparable from people.

Qin Mu shook Jia Hongxian's hand and smiled slightly.

The storyteller must exaggerate, how can he tell a story without exaggeration.

For example, if I am not exaggerating, how can I travel to the Great Song Dynasty. Obviously exaggerated.

Besides, no matter how exaggerated the current storyteller is, can he boast of Wu Erlang's eighty feet?

"He got the place of joy, jumped on the bridge, went out of the cave, took the treasure in his hand, made a magic power of heaven and earth, bowed his waist, and cried: 'Long!' He was ten thousand feet tall, his head was like Mount Tai, his waist was like a mountain, his eyes were like lightning, his mouth was like a basin of blood, and his teeth were like a sword. ”

No matter how tall you are, are you as tall as Monkey King?

Qin Mu wants to inspect this storytelling market. He wants to spread "Journey to the West" through the mouth of the storyteller as soon as possible.

"The stick in his hand, up to thirty-three days, down to the eighteenth layer of hell, put some tigers, leopards, wolves, insects, mountains full of monsters, seventy-two cave demon kings, all bluffed kowtow, trembling and scattering their souls."

Glamorous ghosts, all of them will die for me!