Wen Jiefu's reputation among the people in Jiangnan is very loud.

One reason is that he is indeed a great man in the literary world, and his poetry is famous all over the world.

In the eyes of the literati, his level is probably equivalent to the combination of Wang Anshi and Su Shi in the history of the Song Dynasty, another plane.

In the Great Zhou, which emphasized literature over military force, even if Xianggong Wen had stepped down, this alone was not something that the generals could insult.

What's more, Wen Xianggong's real eldest son died to save the driver, and Wen Jiefu himself was not very afraid of the character of the Tartars, and he faced the Jurchen envoys many times in the era of power to fight and reduce the amount of the New Year's coin.

These deeds have been passed down by word of mouth among the literati, and have shaped him into the embodiment of the loyal ministers of the Great Zhou.

This is also the reason why both on and off the stage, the official and the non-governmental, and the Wen family are the core of the main battle faction of the Great Zhou.

Reputation dictates, and if you don't accept it, you can't do it.

Even the white-bearded old man who was obviously running the rivers and lakes was still hesitating just now, but when he heard that Xu Shiyang had a connection with Wen Xianggong, he immediately changed his face.

"It turns out that the little brother is a disciple of Wen Xianggong! Disrespectful, disrespectful! ”

"I'm not, my brother is." Xu Shiyang said with a tangled face.

After doing it for a long time, I knew that Wen Jiefu's reputation was so easy to use, so it wouldn't be so troublesome to bring out this great god directly.

"Little brother, please wait here, the old man asks the Wen family to send someone to come and receive it!"

The white-bearded old man was cautious, he couldn't let people take away the fat ball, and he was afraid that Xu Shiyang was bragging, and he actually had nothing to do with Xianggong Wen, so he was unwilling to let him go, and planned to send his family to the Wen Mansion to invite someone.

The old man instructed the man and woman who were the first to come out to support Xu Shiyang:

"Xiao Tian, Xiao Qi, you go to the Wen Mansion and invite someone to take a look."

Then he turned to Xu Shiyang and said:

"There is something to rely on"

Xu Shiyang really didn't have any tokens to prove himself, so he had to take the tiger cut off his waist and throw it to the old man.

This action made the old man who called himself Ma Yi very appreciative, and in his opinion, Xu Shiyang's use of the sword as a basis was a way to disarm and reassure his own side.

In this way, it seems that the other party is not so violent that he will cut people when he sees them.

He didn't know that Xu Shiyang's two pistols were more lethal weapons.

"This matter involves Xianggong Wen and Taiwei Gao, be careful!" Ma Yi handed Hu Che to the girl and whispered: "If you think he did the right thing, then go and go back quickly, without the support of the people of the Wen Mansion, we can only take him down for Captain Gao!" ”

"Don't worry, grandpa!"

……

Wenfu came sooner than Ma Yi imagined.

And the number of people who came also exceeded Ma Yi's imagination.

Less than two quarters of an hour after his granddaughter and the other guy left, hundreds of people poured in near the entrance of the human market!

Xu Shiyang took a closer look, except for the dozen or so Xu family soldiers who protected themselves as soon as they arrived at the scene, most of the rest were Wen family subordinates wearing short shirts and holding sticks.

Well, there are twenty or thirty green-skinned gangsters beating drums on the side.

The person who took the lead was a young man who was not a few years older than Xu Shiyang, this person was also wearing a Confucian shirt, without any armament, with a jade pendant hanging on his waist, and a fragrant folding fan in his hand to show the identity of the son's brother, and he swayed to Xu Shiyang's side surrounded by dozens of Wen family subordinates.

"Grandpa." The girl opposite muttered quietly beside Ma Yi: "This person is Wen Xianggong's parent!" ”

"What," exclaimed the old man.

He didn't realize that Xu Shiyang actually had such a good relationship with the Wen family.

Wen Xianggong's parents and daughters all ran out to give each other a platform!

That's right, the person who came was the youngest son of Wen Xianggong, the only one in the Wen family who had no literary talent, no official, no fame, and always liked to mix with people from the rivers and lakes of the three religions and nine streams.

Xu Shiyang saw him at the Wen family banquet, this second ancestor looks like a kid to the Xu family brothers, but he admires Lu Zhishen very much, this morning after seeing the Xu family soldiers showing off their martial arts confrontation training, they have been shouting all day to worship Lu Zhishen as a teacher.

After learning that Xu Shiyang had killed someone on the side of the human market, the soldiers of the Xu family army immediately rushed to this side under the leadership of Xu Er.

Wen Ji likes to join in the fun, so naturally he also entangled a large group of Wen family nursing homes to come over together, and on the way, he also called friends and called some helpers he usually knew, and hundreds of people were gathered at this time.

At least in terms of momentum, Xu Shiyang's side has completely overwhelmed his opponent.

Well, it may not be an opponent, seeing that the Wen family really came, it was still the son of Wen Xianggong, and the position of the white-bearded old man Ma Yi had completely fallen to Xu Shiyang's side.

"Little brother of the Xu family, I was offended just now." Ma Yi took a few steps forward and apologized.

Xu Shiyang hadn't spoken yet, but Wen Ji on the other side shouted dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter, this is just admitting defeat and not fighting, so wouldn't it be a trip for nothing if I called so many people to come?"

"Old man, since you are working for Gao Yu's house, then don't be cowardly, the master ...... today"

Before he finished speaking, a gang came to his ear and whispered: "Shilang, this is Ma Yi, the hero of the Yellow River!" ”

"The master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship!!" Wen Ji's face changed suddenly, if it weren't for the help on both sides to stop him, it is estimated that this kid would be able to kneel down for Ma Yi.

However, this posture of being respectful still made Xu Shiyang breathtaking.

He couldn't understand why Wen Jiefu, Wen Zhong, Wen Wen and others were all typical Chinese Confucian scholars, how did they become like this when they reached the fourth child

And Wen Xianggong also looks unwilling to care.

In addition, what is the so-called Yellow River hero?

Sounds like a nickname for a third-rate martial artist.

"It turns out that it is Ma Yi, the hero of the Yellow River."

Lu Zhishen quietly explained to Xu Shiyang:

"He is very good at kung fu, more than ten years ago, the Dangxiang Tartars entered the customs and fought the grass valley, he took his disciples to fight the enemy side by side with our Western Army, and killed the Dangxiang Tartars, it is said that he later died in the war with the Jurchen Tartars, I didn't expect him to be alive, I can still see him in Lin'an."

"So, he's still a cow" Xu Shiyang asked curiously: "How does his kung fu compare with you?"

"I haven't tried it, but when Ma Daxia became famous, the Sprinkle family was still a small soldier." Lu Zhishen replied: "The Sprinkle family thinks that it should be Ma Daxiaqiang. ”

Xu Shiyang didn't think so, after all, Ma Yi's age was there, and he was afraid of being young.

However, if you can rely on fame to make someone like Lu Zhishen bow down, it seems that this old man is really powerful when he is young.

"The heroes of the Yellow River are also heroes." Xu Shiyang said loudly to the other side: "Why is it that now it has fallen to the point of giving life to Gao Yu's dog official?"

The old man smiled helplessly: "It's just to earn something to eat." ”

When Ma Yi, the hero of the Yellow River, was at his most glamorous, he served as the head of the Western Army's gun and stick sect, and there were more than 300 disciples under his hands, and he repeatedly dispatched all of them to help the Western Army hit the party members hard, and his strength and reputation were very loud, and he was one of the few big gangs in the northwest.

However, with the southward migration of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the destruction of the Western Army, Ma Yi's good days came to an end.

Several of his own sons, along with most of his own disciples, were buried on the battlefield with the Western army, and eventually fled to Jiangnan with only the only surviving granddaughter and a few children of his apprentices.

The dozen or so young people around him, without exception, are all from this kind of background, and they should actually be Ma Yi's apprentices and grandchildren, but their kung fu is also passed down by Ma Yi himself, so they all call him master now.

In order to feed these children, it is not surprising that Ma Yi, who has no relatives in Jiangnan, has taken refuge in anyone.

As he said, it's just a mouthful of food.