At this moment, only two words flashed in Zhao Lie's mind: grasp.

Previously, I was not allowed to sit down, and I was not qualified, and I waited until the seat was vacated before I let you sit down. In Qunhao's view, Jiang Fenglie's move has greatly given face to this nameless young man, and most of them must be aiming at Ma Nanchun's face. is just a nameless boy, and he can be sideways among the thirty-six heroes, which is considered lucky.

In any era, fame can bring benefits to people, and the greater the fame, the greater the benefits, and even realizable. What does the so-called "ascend a shout, the servant is like a cloud", "the reputation is all over the world, and the heroes are from the scene", what does it rely on? Two words: fame.

When Jiang Fenglie pointed to the vacant seat and invited Zhao Lie to sit down, it was equivalent to giving him a small reputation. Zhao Lie sat on this chair, and even if he had a certain status in the Zhulu Righteous Army in Jiangxi, Fujian, and Guangdong, he would be able to speak to him when he made friends with the leaders of the Zhulu Righteous Army in the future and asked for help. In the jargon of the rivers and lakes, he can be regarded as a character who can be on the stage.

However, this chair is not for nothing, once Zhao Lie sits on it, he will never want to compete with Jiang Fenglie in the future.

Zhao Lie has no intention of competing with anyone, but he also doesn't want to be taken advantage of. Fame, he doesn't need. Even if he wants, he will earn it himself - this is not Zhao Lie's hypocrisy, he really doesn't need to be famous. The reason why he participated in the Haifeng Juyi was purely to contribute to the action to save Wen Tianxiang, and if he was lucky, he would get a big ship, and then set sail away from the fishy place. What is the use of his fame? Attracted the attention of the Yuanren, encircled and chased and killed?

Zhao Lie really didn't want to sit on this chair, but at the moment, he couldn't help it. If you don't sit, you don't give Jiang Fenglie face; If you don't sit, in the eyes of Qunhao, you don't know how to lift. He can cut Jiang Fenglie's face in the mountains, and even pull out a gun to face each other, that is his territory, he is in charge. But not here, if you really do this, even Ma Nanchun will be difficult to protect him.

To sit or not to sit?

Looking up, Jiang Fenglie looked at him with eyes that seemed to be smiling, still maintaining a solemn hand movement, while nearly half of the eyes of the group of heroes were focused on him.

Jiang Fenglie's move was not to take revenge for personal gain, nor did he deliberately want to embarrass Zhao Lie, but to take this opportunity to knock and subdue this thorn who dared to go against himself. On the day of the trip to the mountain, although he was scolded in person, it also made Jiang Fenglie realize that Zhao Lie was a character. Young, sharp, resolute, fearless, quite similar to himself, very spleen and stomach, worthy of being taken under his command. But before that, you have to pull out a few thorns from the other party first, so that you won't prick your hands when you use them.

To sit or not to sit? It's just a few seconds, but it's a long time.

Zhao Lie took a deep breath, raised his chin, and arched towards Jiang Fenglie with both hands in fists, just about to speak. Suddenly, his arm was held down by Ma Nanchun: "Brother Xian, I know what you want to say, listen to what you want to say, and stop fighting for a while." Take a seat. ”

Zhao Lie shook his head slightly but firmly: "Do you know why I insist on asking a ship to leave here?" Because I don't want to bow down to people, whether this person is the king of the capital or the leader of the cottage. ”

Ma Nanchun looked at Zhao Lie for a while, and sighed: "Okay, since you and I come together, we should advance and retreat together." Turning around, he waved his sleeves towards Jiang Fenglie, "Shi Yi, I'll wait ......"

Outside the walled hall, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, and a man dressed in black rushed in like a black scarf, went straight to the first seat, and handed over a thing to the black-robed Jiang Zongjie.

Jiang Zongjie opened it to take a look, his gray eyebrows raised, and he quickly passed the note in his hand to Jiang Fenglie and Chen Zhan.

Jiang Fenglie swept his eyes, suddenly laughed, whispered a few words to Chen Zhan, and said in a loud voice: "The information provided by General Fang is accurate, and it has been confirmed that the Chaoyang thief Kou Chen Yi is in Dongling, thirty miles away. This thief has repeatedly poisoned Chaoyang and Haifeng, and regards my heroes in eastern Guangdong as nothing. This time, he will never come back! ”

……

The northeast of the walled hall is a gentle slope, with masson pine and gang pine mixed in the middle, and a mountain stream flows through. On weekdays, it is a grinding ground, drying ground, and training ground. At this time, under the shade of the tree, there are many strong men sitting or standing, some are chatting, some are sharpening knives, some are guessing fists and drinking, and some are leading mules and horses to drink, so it is not lively.

In the midst of the bustle, only a few people under a pine tree were a little discordant and sat alone.

Ding Xiaoyi, Ding Xiaoyi, Wang Ping'an.

A maiden, a child, a cripple. Compared with the fierce men around him, it is not difficult to understand why no one pays attention to them.

These are all the entourages brought by the heroes, either henchmen or personal guards, naturally one is stronger than the other, among them there are many green forest heroes who lick blood with knives and brave warriors who have been on the battlefield. Don't be too surprised to suddenly see women, children, and wastes in the entourage. Surprise is followed by contempt, ridicule, and even provocation.

Someone came over to tease Ding Xiaoqi and asked him if the dagger on his waist was wooden, and the implication was to play with his family and go back to the village to play.

Ding Xiaoqi's dagger is an imitation military dagger, made of special steel, and its performance is not much worse than the genuine military dagger of later generations. Ding Xiaoqi once used this dagger to slash with Shi Yang's Mongolian knife, but the Mongolian knife collapsed, and the dagger was not damaged at all.

Zhao Lie was not surprised by this result, he had seen a video before the crossing, a foreigner bought two domestic copycat military daggers online, ready to show the world the counterfeit and shoddy Chinese copycats. Then all kinds of destruction begin: piercing hard objects, chopping hard wood, priing hard bricks, and finally using hammers to smash them. With all his might, the dagger bent and straightened, but it didn't collapse. So much so that in the end, foreigners had to give up, saying that China has such a good steel, why not make their own brand and fake foreign logos.

Such steel-made knives arrived in the 13th century, and the effect can be imagined. Shi Yang had already thrown away the Mongolian knife and replaced it with a flat-headed machete. Ding Xiaoqi cherished his dagger very much, and when he heard this provocative words, he was angry and wanted to pull out his knife and slash it, intending to cut off the opponent's knife, but was stopped by Wang Ping'an.

The provocative person is not good at picking on a cripple, so he can only go back.

Fortunately, these people are still somewhat measured, although they secretly pointed at Ding Xiaoyi, their eyes were not pure, and they didn't dare to make fun of them after all. It's just that no one wants to deal with these women and children, so as not to ruin their reputation.

The shadow of the sun is slanting in the west, the summer heat is gradually disappearing, hunting the mountain wind, dispersing the stuffiness in the forest, and also calming down the restless heat of everyone a lot.

Ding Xiaoqi leaned up and drank a large sip of cold water, put down the bamboo tube, and asked his sister while wiping the water stains on his mouth: "Sister, what do you say Brother Zhao are discussing?" ”

"I don't know."

"Will you cut off the head of the chicken and drink blood wine, Jin Lan will be righteous?"

"I don't know."

"If you are righteous, Brother Zhao is the youngest, and most of them are ranked last, but in terms of ability, Brother Zhao is the most powerful, I think it should be ranked according to ability. Sister, do you say ......?"

"I don't know, can you say a few words?" Ding Xiaoyi scolded his younger brother impatiently, "Be careful of being heard by those people, making trouble for you, and causing trouble for Brother Zhao." ”

Ding Xiaoqi muttered in a low voice: "I'm not very quiet, I'm telling the truth, Brother Zhao is the ability...... Ha, Brother Zhao is back. ”

On the opposite hillside, Zhao Lie, who was dressed in red scarves and red clothes, was dressed in a glow, like a red flame, beating in the mountains and forests, and came quickly.