SITC, located in the east of Guangnan East Road, takes the meaning of "Nanhai Wufeng". It is indeed a treasure land of abundant products, looking at the sea in the east and high mountains in the north, and evergreen in all seasons. As the saying goes, "relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the sea to eat the sea", SITC relies on both the mountains and the sea, as long as it is not a once-in-a-century disaster or troubled times, there is almost no risk of famine.

However, in 1279, it was the time when tigers and wolves invaded the south and wars were frequent. Haifeng has also become a place ravaged by tigers and wolves. First, the Chaoyang drama thieves Chen Yi and Liu Xing repeatedly plundered, and then Meng Yuannan invaded and destroyed the Song Dynasty, and the camp was stationed in Chaoyang, which was 300 miles away from Haifeng. The Song army of Yushan requisitioned coastal ships, and the Chaoyang Yuan army also did the same thing, with the nature of the tiger and wolf of Mengyuan, the situation of Haifeng can be imagined.

Later, Wen Tianxiang stationed troops in Nanling to resist the Yuan army and eliminate coastal bandits. first beheaded Liu Xing, then drove Chen Yi, gathered volunteers, and Haifeng once became the forefront of the anti-Yuan resistance. After that, Chen Yi held a grudge and acted as a leading party, leading the Yuan soldiers to raid, resulting in Wen Tianxiang being captured in Haifeng Wupoling.

Three months later, also in Haifeng, the throw of an important minister of the Song Dynasty into the sea caused a storm of righteousness.

At the time of the meeting, a king who emerged from the deep sea opened the road of iron and blood.

On the eighth day of the first month of March, Bingchen, Haifeng Yinping Mountain, Ferris Village, the first sunny day after the rain.

The heavy pine wooden door was wide open, and the narrow stone steps of the mountain road were washed clean and smooth by the rain. On both sides of the mountain road, every five steps stand a flag bearer, holding a five-colored flag, the mountain wind is whistling, the colorful flag is displayed, looking at it from afar, there is quite a weather.

In the walled hall, two rows of chairs are lined up, one row is eighteen, and two rows are exactly thirty-six. Portraits of the two young Song Emperors, under the portraits, are three tall jujube-colored sour branch chairs, the middle and the right side are empty, and there is a person sitting on the left chair: the heavenly court is full, the national character face, the sword eyebrows are bright, the nose is straight and the mouth is wide, the short mustache under the jaw is hard and black, and there is a majesty that is not commensurate with the age between the eyebrows - it is General Mingwei, the Marquis of Yu, the second army of the Tiger Wing, the deputy envoy of the Zhangzhou regiment, and Jiang Fenglie with imperial equipment.

At this time, Jiang Fenglie was dressed in a five-grade scarlet robe from the Great Song Dynasty, wearing a black gauze hat, a jade circumference around his waist, wearing an official seal and a bag, sitting in a precarious position, although he was young, his demeanor was like.

The two rows of chairs were basically empty, only under Jiang Fenglie, and in the first place of the left row of chairs sat a thin old man about fifty years old, with black hair, black beard and black robe—yes, it was a black robe. Haifeng in March is quite hot, everyone wears short clothes and thin shirts, but this old man wears the jacket and robe worn in autumn and winter, as if he does not know the cold and heat.

The old man in the black robe furrowed his eyebrows and closed his eyes, sitting quietly like a clock, his thin thumb plucking a string of red sandalwood beads, each of which had been polished smooth and shiny, as if it could never be counted.

I don't know how long, when! The bell rings.

Jiang Fenglie raised his eyebrows, his eyes were like torches; The old man in the black robe opened his eyes, and his essence was like a needle.

"Here we are."

The bell rang non-stop, and the high-pitched announcement came into the walled hall one after another.

"Li Zifa, the lord of Nan'an, the lord of Xitong, responded to the call to gather righteousness."

"Nan'an Huangxian, call for righteousness."

"Nan'an Tangren, call to gather righteousness."

"Hu Wenke in northern Jiangxi, call to gather righteousness."

"Dongping Ye Xiurong, call to gather righteousness."

"Qiantang Zhang Wenxiu, call to gather righteousness."

"Anglo-German ......"

Every heroic man enters the village, and he is led by a middle-aged man with a long beard and purple shirt. Whether it is Jiang Fenglie or the heroes of all parties who have been introduced, they all have great respect for this middle-aged man with long hair and purple shirt.

With the continuous sound of announcements, one by one the heroes entered the hall, and then sat down after paying homage to the statue of the Second Emperor, and the thirty-six chairs were gradually full. Many people who came knew each other, or were famous at that time, and visited each other for a while, and the sound of "long admiration" and "thunder" was endless, and the village hall was full of people for a while.

When the last two positions remained, a loud announcement came:

"Xiangshan Ma Nanchun, Yushan Zhao Hunting, should be called to gather righteousness."

Hearing Zhao Lie's name, Jiang Fenglie, who was chatting and laughing with the group of heroes, frowned, and immediately left this person behind and talked to the heroes.

The black-robed old man had been following Jiang Fenglie's side, frowning slightly when he saw this, he flicked the thumb of the red sandalwood beads, and out of nowhere, a gray-clothed man flashed forward and bowed down. The black-robed old man whispered, and the gray-clothed man paused, retreated, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Hearing the name of Ma Nanchun among the heroes here, he turned around nearly halfway:

"Xiangshan Ma Er is here, I don't know if his brother is here?"

"I haven't heard the report, so I guess I didn't come."

"Ma Er has experienced the battle of the mountain, and I just asked him about the war."

"Exactly, the dynasty is 200,000 horses, and there are nearly 1,000 warships, how can it ......?"

The gate of the village was dark, and the three of them entered the hall with their heads held high. The first person is the middle-aged man in the long-haired purple shirt who received it. There are two people on his side, one of them is wearing a square scarf, wearing a round-necked green shirt, a long beard and heavy eyebrows, and his bearing is like Ma Nanchun. Ma Nanchun is a young man on his side, his head is wrapped in a red scarf, he is dressed in a red power suit, with a wide belt around his waist, a leather buckle around the belt, and small brass particles (bullets) stuffed with them. On both sides of the belt, two black leather bags are buckled with copper buckles, bulging and heavy, and no one can see what is inside.

As soon as Ma Nanchun appeared, he immediately attracted a crowd of heroes to watch and pay respects.

Looking at Ma Nanchun's face with a spring breeze, he made a move, and dealt with them one by one in the face of all the heroes, calmly and methodically. Only then did Zhao Lie realize that this partner was really a character. At least in this era, in this area, in the minds of these heroes of the three mountains and five mountains, he is far inferior to him.

Because, among the thirty-six chairs, there is no place for him Zhao Hunting.

Ma Nanchun just sat down at the invitation of the guests, but found that Zhao Lie was standing, Yanbin did not have any intention of inviting him to sit down, frowned, got up and arched his hand to the middle-aged man in the long bearded purple shirt who was laughing and talking with the group of heroes: "Brother Zijing, I still have a brother here, you see ......"

The middle-aged man in the long-haired purple shirt glanced back at Zhao Lie, and said in surprise: "Isn't this little brother Zhongping's long-term follower?" ”

Ma Nanchun shook his head: "No, he is under the ......"

"That must be the outstanding person of the Ma family's children, really heroic, young hero."

Although the middle-aged man with long hair and purple shirt has a lot of praise, Ma Nanchun heard the sound of the strings, which means that the fledgling children of the Ma family are not qualified to be on an equal footing with the heroes here.

Ma Nanchun said solemnly: "This is Brother Zhao Lie, didn't Jiang Shuaiyi mention it to Zijing after returning from the mountain?" ”

The middle-aged man in the long-haired purple shirt was stunned for a moment, and suddenly bowed his hand to Zhao Lie with a face: "It turned out to be Brother Zhao, disrespectful and disrespectful...... This, the time is in a hurry, the subordinates are not properly handled, forgive the sins...... Alas, this ......"

Ma Nanchun frowned: "Is there anything difficult about Zijing?" ”

"Originally, it was no ...... to add another top"

Ma Nanchun pointed to the opposite side: "You don't need to add it, there is just one left there." ”

The middle-aged man in the long-haired purple shirt looked embarrassed: "That handsome, there are people." ”

Without waiting for Ma Nanchun to make a color, the middle-aged man in the long-haired purple shirt made a salute: "Mr. Lu Zhai once made a hexagram, saying that the number of thirty-six heroes is secretly thirty-six Tiangang, and one person must not be increased without permission, nor can one person be reduced without authorization, otherwise it will be ...... to turn evil."

Before Ma Nanchun could speak, his shoulder was pressed down, and he looked back, but saw Zhao Lie shaking his head: "It's okay to stand, it's much better than Shi Yang, who is not even qualified to enter the village hall, isn't it?" ”

Ma Nanchun smiled bitterly, knowing that Zhao Lie was very dissatisfied, not because he was dissatisfied with the lack of seats, but because he was unhappy for the Ding family sisters and brothers, Shi Yang, Wang Ping'an and others.

Just ignoring the place, a telecommunication with an elongated tone came from outside the village: "Tingzhou Fang meets the dragon, and responds to the call to gather righteousness." ”

The middle-aged man in the long-haired purple shirt was relieved, and hurriedly apologized to Ma Nanchun and Zhao Lie, and walked out quickly.

Ma Nanchun looked back apologetically: "Brother Xian......"

Zhao Lie waved his hand: "I'm just a nobody, it's normal to have no seats, I know in my heart, I don't blame you for this, and I don't even need to blame Chen Zhai Master - speaking of which, I am really not a character compared to you and the heroes here." Hahaha! ”

Ma Nanchun knew that Zhao Lie was telling the truth, and he was not hypocritical, so he patted the back of Zhao Lie's hand and heheed: "Sooner or later, Chen Zijing will regret for neglecting his virtuous brother today." ”

Two long laughs suddenly sounded at the gate of the village, and the middle-aged man in the long beard and purple shirt walked side by side with a bearded strong man, and the laughter was full of joy: "General Fang brought two opening ceremonies, and he was happy. ”

The crowd was buzzing. Jiang Fenglie stood up and arched his hand: "General Fang, don't come to harm?" ”

The bearded man laughed and slapped his chest loudly: "I'm very good, Yuan Dog's sword and arrow have to go around when I see it." ”

The heroes laughed and praised endlessly.

Jiang Fenglie also sincerely praised a few words, and Fang said: "What kind of gift does General Fang have that makes Lord Chen Zhai so moved?" ”

The bearded strong man stretched out a finger the thickness of a radish, and a ruthless color flashed in his small eyes that did not match the rough appearance: "The first case, in these thirty-six heroes, there is a mouse." ”

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Jiang Fenglie's sword eyebrows furrowed: "Why did General Fang say this?" ”

The bearded man crossed his arms and looked around at Qunhao, his eyes suddenly stared: "We are here, there are, fine, and made!" ”