The three axes were carried back to the cottage, and after being treated by the doctor in the village's so-called wonderful rejuvenation, everyone in the cottage settled down. In his opinion, this form of a single so-called celebration banquet will only waste his time, because it is just a self-amusement for the flatterers and incompetents. The wine table is staggered, and there is still no novelty in persuading the wine to drink, and the so-called green forest heroes will never fall into their own prestige at the banquet. If you pretend to be and put on a big show, you are destined to be unpopular, if you twist and pinch, push three or four, it will only appear more falling, and no one will pay attention to you. A few years ago, if these bastards were happy, they would pick one or two bitter masters in the village, chop off their hands and feet, and have fun. But after Jian Shu had an argument with the big boss, he explicitly banned this kind of behavior, and even killed a few good people in the village who touched the order. But outside the village, the head was cut off and the blood column rushed straight away, and the hands and feet were chopped off and the wail shook the sky, but Jian Shu couldn't stop it. In my eyes, I always felt cruel, and over time, I learned to close my eyes and not look at it, and I suppressed that pity a little. On top of the banquet, the big boss was not presiding over the banquet, he was not treated by everyone, he couldn't bear to be happy with others, and he didn't want to be unhappy, so he left early alone.

When he left the table, the steward told him that his mother still lived in the second courtyard. Jian Shu knew his mother's temperament, so he naturally knew why she was so paranoid. When he was young, his biological father died early, and it was his mother who single-handedly pulled him up and sent him to read and write, which is especially difficult for any woman in troubled times. But because of a few buckets of rice, he simply sold himself, if he was a three-point talent to make wine and sold it to the emperor's family, his mother might not have much resentment, but he was even more angry about selling it to thieves, doing evil, and being sorry for the conscience of heaven and earth. He had nowhere to relieve these anguish, and he always felt that he was not the same kind of person as they were with the thieves, and he could not fully confide in the big bosses. So he became more and more silent, more gloomy, and the majesty in the village became more and more great. Because, the thieves all know that when scholars are bad, they are really bad to the bones, and they are really ruthless.

Jian Shu walked in the narrow, brightly lit alley, surrounded by small minions standing guard with torches. At the end of the alley, he came to the courtyard of the mountain axe, the house was brightly lit, and through the door, Jian Shu could hear the cry of the woman in the house. Jian Shu pushed the door in, and sure enough, the women sat at the head of the bed and cried. One of the women, who was quite calm, greeted the second master, moved a stool, and invited the second master to take a seat. Seeing such a situation, Jian Shu didn't comfort him in a whisper, but just said casually: "Since the big boss said it's okay, then it's okay." Disperse y'all. ”

The woman who was quite calm wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said with a bitter face: "I vomited a mouthful of black blood during the day and passed out, and I haven't woken up until now, and our sisters are also worried." If there is any accident with the three axes, what can we do?"

When Jian Shu heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. To say that in this cottage, what is the least valuable is not the firewood all over the mountain, nor the knives and guns, but the lives of these weak women. If it is a man, he still has a few catties of strength, and he can also be a cow and a horse, and the worst thing is that his head has a scar the size of a bowl. However, when it comes to women, if they look better, they can be included in the room by some leaders to avoid being bullied by everyone, and if they are a little weaker, many of them will be humiliated by the robbers. Since Jian Shu went up the mountain, he has been a little disgusted by this behavior of treating human life like a mustard. But when I think of my own situation, why not send people under the fence and look at people's eyes. Even if the big boss values himself, he doesn't use himself as a chess piece, and he really has to wait until the day when the birds are exhausted, the good bow is hidden, the cunning rabbit is dead, and the lackeys are cooking, and his fate will definitely be even more miserable. Therefore, even if he is now the second leader, he has not interfered too much in these things, but is a little casual. After all, this village is the big boss who has the final say, and if he provokes the anger of the public, he is not sure what the moody big boss will do.

And do your best, and cultivate yourself. That's what he believes.

Jian Shu narrowed his eyes and did not answer the woman's question, but chose to say in a deep voice: "If it's okay, I'll leave first, and you guys will rest early." ”

Of course he knows what these women think, because of the death of the three axes, it will be difficult for these rich ladies to suffer again. Although the three axes are ruthless outside, they are quite passable to these women in the village, and they did not kill individual women at every turn and feed them to the dogs. But at this moment, he doesn't want to or wants to get involved in this dispute, the three axes will be fine, and they will naturally be fine. So he could only pretend not to hear, and then turned and left, leaving the women looking at each other.

During the day, the big boss said that he wanted to go to the old man of Tiger Roaring Hall to report the situation, Jian Shu didn't know why, the big boss wanted to tell himself about it, in the past, this kind of thing, if it is done, just send his subordinates to send a letter, if it is not done, just wait for the old man to notice. Why does this trip have to be reported by the big boss himself? Could it be because the Mu family has recently had a big change? Or is it because of that Liang Xiong? Jian Shu's intuition told him that this Liang Xiong is definitely not simple, not because he has entered the so-called Jianghu artistic conception level, he has this feeling, if so, I am afraid that the young swordsman will attract his attention even more. Jian Shu had never seen the eyes of the big boss so hot and excited, as if a fierce tiger had spotted another sick tiger in the mountains, waiting for him to fight and then claim the king.

Jian Shu came to the open place on the top of the mountain, felt the cold mountain wind, and sighed heavily: "It seems that this matter is not so simple. ”

To say that there are many thieves in the mountains of Chai Song, there are many thieves, which is certainly true. There are many factions within the thieves in the mountains and forests, and the mountains are of different sizes, but if you can make the major forces surrender, there is only one person, the king of Qingjiang.

Claiming the king as a thief is a taboo both in the rivers and lakes and in the world. But it is such an identity, such a person, who has stood in the rivers and lakes for decades, and has convinced the heroes of the world, so the king of Qingjiang can be justifiably the king on Chai Song Mountain.

On Chai Song Mountain and even in the green forests of the world, he is a well-deserved king, who can be described as covering the sky with one hand, turning over his hands and covering his hands, and turning his hands over his hands, and turning clouds for rain.

His mansion is naturally the Qingjiang Palace, prosperous thieves, prosperous civil engineering, covering dozens of miles, like a seal, located in the Chai Song Mountains.

Speaking of the deeds of the King of Qingjiang, there is no way to verify, but the rivers and lakes are dominated by false rumors, saying that he has fought against the Qingdi, and he has not seen the victory or defeat with his five hands, and some people say that the King of Qingjiang was a thief when he was young, ruthless, killing his mother and brother to establish his prestige, and even saying that he killed his wife and son after becoming famous, with the intention of improving martial arts. But most of these can't stand scrutiny, and can only be cited as after-dinner conversations by rumors outside the rivers and lakes.

But it can be known that the king of Qingjiang has killed countless people and is ruthless, and few people in the rivers and lakes are offended.

Adjacent to the Qingwang Mansion, the road is smooth and unobstructed.

In the night, Du Lin Sheng looked at this behemoth, the majestic mansion of Chai Song Mountain, expressionless, and squinted imperceptibly.

Du Linsheng sat upright on the horse, without the notice of the servant, and went straight to the horse and went straight to the house. Maybe it was the end of the fight with Liang Xiong that night, coupled with the fatigue of a day of galloping, which caused him to look a little in a trance. When he got off the horse, he didn't see any pause, and he almost stepped onto the door, but fortunately the doorman blocked and reminded him, so he couldn't make such a big mistake. The doorman respectfully helped Du Lin Sheng to get off the horse, and without explanation, he consciously led the horse to the trough to settle, Du Lin Sheng just nodded indifferently. Qingjiang Wangfu can be called a palace, and naturally there are some doorways. The king of Qingjiang is extremely strict under the law, and he even threatens to be the same as the general royal style. Du Linsheng has never been to other palaces, so naturally there is no way to compare. However, if it is said that the Qingdi of Donglin only seized the style of a state by his own force, then the King of Qingjiang and the Qingjiang Royal Mansion deserved to seize the style of a realm, of course, this refers to the realm of thieves rather than the realm of Donglin.

The king of Qingjiang himself is mysterious, but the few righteous sons he received are famous all over the world. It is rumored that the king of Qingjiang has done many evils, resulting in no one sending him to the end, so he had to accept four righteous sons to pass on the family business.

The four righteous sons are all famous in Donglin, with distinct personalities, all of which are called fierce beasts, one is called a vulture, one is a bear, a lone wolf, and a mountain dog.

Because the Qingjiang Mansion itself can be regarded as a corridor waist man, the attic is like a turn, Du Linsheng has not bothered to write down the route so far, and the little guy has to lead the way in front.

Finally came to the Tiger Roaring Hall in the palace, Du Linsheng looked up at the red-bottomed plaque, the handwriting was pale and strong, and a faint murderous intent broke out of the plaque.

Waiting for the inner hall to summon, Du Linsheng straightened his collar and pushed the door in. There is only a luxurious gold chair in the middle of the hall, and there is no other furniture to reflect it, which looks extremely abrupt and discordant. The gold chair is inlaid with jade, and there is no doubt that it is jeweled. At this time, there was only an old man with crane hair and a childish face sitting firmly in the chair, he was wearing a brocade dress, his body was thin, his strength was like a green pine, and there was a faint layer of golden light flowing on his face, which was especially out of the dust.

Du Linsheng didn't dare to cross the rules, and said in a low voice respectfully: "Lord Wang, things are a little different. ”

The old man in the fancy clothes didn't open his eyes, but just quietly knocked on the jade pillow in his hand, signaling Du Linsheng to continue.

The sound was neither light nor heavy, nor rhythmic.

Du Linsheng then explained: "Originally, we acted in the middle of the night in the middle of the night while the drizzle was hazy, and they were caught off guard, and finally took the three people away easily. Later, Mu Wuye wanted to send someone to execute Miss Mu's family, but Miss Mu had no power to fight back, but unfortunately killed a young swordsman halfway, which ruined our good deeds. The swordsman and Liang Xiong fought three moves and were invincible. We had to let them go. ”

"There is also a way to steal, and there is faith in words. You've handled this well. But what else is there?" The old man on the golden chair had already understood everything that had happened, and as a person in the upper position, how could he not control the overall situation, so he spoke slowly at the moment, extremely leisurely.

"There is another thing, Liang Xiong reappeared in the rivers and lakes after many years, I had itchy hands for a while, and I made a few moves with him. ”

"Oh, there are a few more moves, so how did you win or lose, did you get hurt?" the old man seemed to be a little interested, and there was some inexplicability in his tone.

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose, the point is up to the point. ”

The old man opened his eyes, and his eyes were the same as those of ordinary old men, except for the occasional sparkle and a few smiles.

"That's it, after all, it's a hundred gold deals, so there's no need to care too much. Before the accident at the Mu family's master's house, we couldn't tell whether it was to take millet in the fire or send charcoal in the snow, the Mu family's side was a big move, and before Mu Cangwu, the old fox, succeeded, we could still watch a big show. The lone wolf and the bear have already gone to Mu's house, so you can stay in the village and guard your home. ”

"Yes, my lord. Du Linsheng didn't say more than half a word, looking extremely respectful.

"If it's okay, just retreat, the injuries in the body must be recuperated, the things in the village must be dealt with, and the martial arts should not be left behind. In a few months, there will be big things for you. ”

When Du Linsheng exited the Tiger Roaring Hall, he found that his hands and feet were cold, like an ice cave descending in a moment.

He pursed his dry lips and didn't say a word, because this place was still in the palm of the King of Qingjiang, and if he had the slightest abnormality, he was destined to not be able to go back alive. When he had made up his mind, he mounted his steed and rode back to his village.

King Qingjiang's eyes were a little playful at this moment, and he sighed softly after a long time: Is this a grass snake with a vein that reaches thousands of miles or a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity?

There was no wind and no one in the hall who could give an answer.